Bechimo
Dock A
“Cap’n Waitley, this is Korlu Fenchile, supervisor of the first scramble volunteers. I’m going across to Ren right now, and I figured to give you a call and see if we can’t cooperate together on a couple chores.”
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Supervisor. What kind of cooperation did you have in mind?”
“Well, Light Keeper yos’Phelium let me know your crew was takin’ on the clearing of debris outta the old systems core. You need any little help with that?”
“Truthfully, we could use more hands. My crew made a good start, but there’s more to do. The real problem is room. The core’s a cramped situation.”
“I’m looking at the station map right now, and I’d say cramped ’bout describes it. Tell you what, whyn’t I ask Marsi—she’s comp systems chief—to bring a couple o’her crew to the old core? Scope out the situation, talk to your crew on the spot and figure out how best to do what needs done. That work for you, Cap’n?”
“Yes, it does. What’s your time frame?”
“I’m looking at eighteen hundred station time. Marsi and her crew went over to Ren first thing, so they’ll be rested and ready to go.”
“Eighteen hundred,” Theo said. “My crew will be at the Old Core, and I know they’ll welcome the help.”
“That’s a plan, then, and I’ll bid you good shift. I hope to give myself the treat o’stoppin’ by Bechimo next time I’m over station-side, and introducin’ myself in person.”
“I’ll look forward to that,” Theo said.
“’Til then, Cap’n. Fenchile out.”