08-04-2019, 12:33 AM
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The project main file spun around in his display. At 4AM, arriving from re-organizing 140 teams and re-checking their KPI's, Meallan yawned and threw his uniform jacket to the nearby couch. Four days in Aland, and he hadn't managed to break in the bed yet. Still, the Fortitude needed his eyes on it. Since reviewing all design issues, passing by alloy manufacturing all the way to the strut machining. Stretching his back, he kicked the mini-fridge door open, removing a cold Herdinger beer and opening it up with a satisfying hiss. Savoring that flavorful first chug, Meallan sighed in content and sat in front of the display, pulling up the holo-console.
"Let's see what makes you tick, yeah?"
With the beer set aside, he started typing commands and pulling up new displays with blueprints of several components, alloys, expenditures and budgets. While Bretonia was throwing everything they had at Aland, budget constraints were always something to be aware of. Nothing lasts forever and budgets even less. Alloys checked out. Support systems. Plating ionization patterns. 'Could have used some imagination, but to each their own.' 'They are suckers for Boron.' 'Ooooh so that's how they compensate the energy bleed.' 'Hm. This is.. right, this way.' Time passed by, as the beer can started to become lighter. Pulling up the main keel strut, Meallan opened its composition and detailed manufacturing procedure. After reading the first few paragraphs, he spat the beer at the display. The hologram flickered as the liquid went through it and the wall behind became wet as the cloud of liquid finally hit it.
"Two days per three ton main support structure? Are these guys for real?"
Accessing his spreadsheet app, he started to add the several key-constraints variables and created a data-table, that in the end displayed the total expected man-hours to build a Fortitude. Meallan eyed the number like it was a mosquito over his arm during the high summer in Los Angeles.
"Nah. No good."
He took another sip and cracked his knuckles, his brain now fully awake. One way or the other, the number would go down and in the end, the ship would be even better in the end. Turning on the music, he selected his classical music playlist, and began his work, through the night.