Reverie - Deck 3, Omega 3 System -
3rd Shift - The Final Day, 0030 Hours
Rob walked up behind Ian. "Rumor mill is you were looking for me." Rob gestured to the rebuilt liner "This sort of magic doesn't happen without my personal attention. You outta know that." He laughed heartily. "You outta also let the Captain know we went a little overboard on the external hull plating. It will cost him in total capability. But next time he gets on the wrong side of a fire fight he just might not need to call us for another repair. "
"So, to talk turkey." Rob produced two tablets from his overalls, handing one off to Ian. "Between the fuel, the man hours, supplies, that god awful work order. You're look'n at an even 150 million. Now, I can tell by your face that you weren't expecting to get a bill. But you aren't the Arbiter, and frankly we both know that he would be mighty upset to hear that I'm so, very, very, very far from Tarancon.". In a slightly sing song tone he continued. "BBBBUUUUUUUTTTTT, I could be convinced to forget about this bill. For a minor favor."
After a slightly uncomfortable silence Rob continued. "Vieques Shipyard still needs a Chief Engineer on the night shift. Now I know what your now thinking. I'm clearly on the Arbiters shit list there is no reason for you to join me. But we both know that she isn't in Puerto Rico anymore, and Tiltman isn't awake at night like we are. More importantly you need someone like me closer to home. Someone especially like me who can drop everything to work on your little charity projects."
"Find someone else to punish with Tarancon, tell Tiltman you've moved me somewhere else, neglect to say where. You get a competent engineer, I get off of Tarancon, and Tiltman thinks I'm still being punished. Everybody wins. Well almost everyone wins, excep' whosoever' going out to Tarancon."
