Log Date: 12/14/96 Log Cast: Kevlan, Aralan Log Intro: Having discussed the job Maxwell has offered him with his wife Bernadette, Kevlan has agreed to take the position of Deputy Guildmaster until Vyana returns to active duty. It's a decision that causes him a lot of misgivings, for Kevlan is daunted by the complex computer system awaiting him -- and the files Maxwell has asked him to read. These files turn out to be reports of recent cases handled by Vyana, and some of these are quite startling, especially the report of a fake bomb left in her office by one of the Singers. Kevlan grows more and more flustered as he slogs his way through the reports, till at last, when he gets his first visitor to the office, he's having to struggle to hang onto his composure.... ---------- You hear a soft chime and an electronic voice announces that Aralan is in Assistant's Area and is knocking on Deputy. (To respond: '+answer Out=') To Assistant's Area, Kevlan calls out, "Wha? Oh... uh.... c'mon in...". Aralan walks in from the outer office. Aralan has arrived. Kevlan is sitting at the desk that was occupied by Vyana not very long ago, and he looks extremely flustered; his hair is unkempt as though he's been shoving a hand through it repeatedly, and there is hardcopy all over the desk surface in front of him. As you enter, he looks up, startled. "Uh. C'n Ah-Ah-Ah he'p yah?" Aralan swings in, still in his hangar uniform, an occasional spot of lubricant or tear on the legs and small electrical burns all across the forearms of the jumpsuit. "Sledtech Aralan, sir. Have a moment?" Kevlan turns noticeably red at being addressed at 'sir', then he coughs a bit, and tries to look something resembling official. "Ah-Ah guess so..." The words come out of him rather soft, before he coughs and repeats more firmly, "Ayeah." Aralan Aralan is a tall man, standing 6'7" and has a strong frame, though not bulky. It's apparent from both build and calloused hands that he is someone who's spent a long time working in physical labor. His hazel eyes seem to rove the area, always searching for something. A pair of dark sunglasses keep his eyes safe from the bright sun and glares. He wears a flat grey jumpsuit with many pockets, and steel toed boots. The jumpsuit appears to have seen better days, but is clean. The boots are black, and lace up to his lower calves, giving him good support and excellent traction in the winds and on almost any surface. On the third finger of his left hand is a simple, solid band of a silvery-blue metal. Aralan says "I've got a complaint, and no one from Guildmaster Maxwell's office has even TRIED to contact me." Kevlan blinks, then blurts, "Ah, uh, Ah jes' started sittin' in f'r Miz Vyana. Um..." He starts rustling through the hardcopy before him, and then says plaintively, "Ah'm still tryin' to read up on ever'than'. You, uh, better explain...?" Aralan says "The old Deputy Guildmaster, Vyana, I want her either alone with me for five minutes or locked up for five years. She overstepped all precedent and recklessly endangered the lives of almost every active Singer in the Heptite Guild." Kevlan blinks several times, then replies rather blankly, "Uh... Ah-Ah guess you better gimme more details, Sledtech....?" You've clearly flabbergasted him. Aralan says "Vyana took Senior Technician Azaria off the duty roster, sir. In doing so, she forced all other experienced technicians to work extra hours, and myself to double as temporary Hangar chief. Thus, the most experienced sled repair technician we had was unavailable and the rest were working well past established safety limits on hours. It was a fardling, excuse my language, stupid maneuver that put every Sled into possible jeaprody at each flight." Kevlan, still looking quite thunderstruck, asks, "What happened to Jerrik an' Corbin?" Aralan says "Corbin is a fragging incompetent supply tech who is going to get his head busted the next time he raises his voice in my hangar. Technician Jerrik worked the hours he was assigned, doing exemplary work." Kevlan seems to relax, at least a bit, at the compliment to Jerrik, though he still looks rather frazzled. Scrubbing the back of a hand across his blue eyes, he then steadies himself, and goes on, "Ah ain't... read nothin' yet 'bout how come Azaria got put off-duty. Ah cain't give you Miz Vyana neither, 'cause she's on leave, an' that's how come Ah'm in heah. You askin', then, that Sledtech Azaria git put back on duty?" Aralan says "Sledtech Azaria is already back on duty, sir, having satisfied the totally unsupported requirements Vyana put on her. I ask for back pay for her for the work she missed, public hearings as to Vyana's conduct, and new rules put into place to prevent this farce from occurring again." Kevlan's brow furrows, as he turns to his terminal and after a few hesitant punches on the keyboard, brings up a personnel record: Azaria's, no doubt. [Pages to Azaria and consultation with Rhianna, Gyles, and Kesya over the RP Coordinators' channel indicated that Azaria had publically chastised Gyles and then Vyana for bad landings and was in general insubordinate; Vyana determined that Azaria had not taken the simulator tests, and ordered her to pass them, _and_ to be 'shepherded' into the Ranges, to learn how difficult landing a sled was. Azaria's record reports that she is now back on duty, and has had a reasonably good record since then.] Kevlan says, after a moment, "This heah record says... Sledtech Azaria chewed out Miz Vyana f'r a bad landin'..." He pauses, brow still furrowed, making him look like he's getting a headache. "So Ah'll enter in your protest 'bout 'er decision, since you clearly'll riled up 'bout it." And the young man finishes plaintively, "Ah c'n schedule a hearin', but it'd hafta wait till Miz Vyana's back. It wouldn't be fair t' have a hearin' when she's not heah t' speak up f'r herse'f." Aralan nods, "Of course. But, as Second in the Hangar, I need to know what you'll do to be sure that the technicians will not be put through this again. It is highly disruptive to our staff, who already have to deal with shattered sleds, bodies and minds. For the safety of all Singers, including my own wife, I ask you to act on at least that point." Kevlan pulls in a breath. Apparently trying _extremely_ hard to look at ease and professional -- strain around the corners of his large expressive eyes broadcasts the effort this must be for him -- he then lets that breath out, and tells you, "Well, given that Ah'm jes' standin' in on this job f'r Miz Vyana, Ah don't rightly _know_ how much Ah c'n do, _yet_. Ah can, at least, ask Miz Azaria t' come talk t' me 'bout it. Did you see 'em have their fight?" He glances at the record of the incident, looking for the reported witnesses. Aralan shakes his head, "No. I saw the aftermath in what is normally a calm and well ordered Hangar." Aralan smiles faintly, "Or as close to calm and orderly as it gets." Kevlan nods, earnestly, making a few notes on the terminal. "Okay... iffin Ah c'n git you t' send me th' figgers on how havin' Miz Azaria offduty affected how y'all could work, that'll be somethin' t' show th' Guildmastah, too." Aralan says "What, between unadapteds wandering around and ressed singers with cutters.." He looks down at his wrist unit as it vibrates, "Damn. Will you please do what you can sir? Seems I've a customer, and I like to get to them while they're living if it's a crash. Ruins my record otherwise, and waaay too much paperwork." On his way out, fully calm and brow furrowed for whatever crisis is current, "Yes, sir. Will do." Aralan walks out to the assistant's area. Aralan has left. Long distance to Aralan: Kevlan bobs his head after you, and as you go, you can see him typing furiously at the terminal. [End log.]