Infrastructure: Part Two Hundred and Forty Six

After the repulsion of the Drow assault and the purge of the remaining rebels there was a lot to do in in Daagsgrad, from clearing out rubble to replacing destroyed buildings to bringing in food and supplies and salvage operations to get what could be recovered from the sunken warships. Priority was understandably allocated to getting the shipyards back to full capacity. Damage in that sector was comparitively light but the loss of skilled workers and the destruction of supplies had disrupted schedules immensity. Even with replacement equipment and workers being brought in from Daagsgrad. There was also the issue of morale, much of the workforce had lost friends, family and loved ones as well. Yuna Igorova knew this all too well, but she found a way to cope. Family offered some comfort and she was definitely grateful to Fedor and the boys for offering it, even so she needed an outlet for her frustrations and sense of loss. That she found at work, especially after she was promoted to Bureaucrat Level 5 and put in charge of the administration of the component department.

After she'd received and signed the appropriate papers the first thing she did was march out through the factory floor to the Foreman's Office. After a few quick questions she found that the foreman was in his office she quickly converged on it as implacable as a glacier. She burst open the door and in his chair sat Kir Molenov staring into a bottle of cheap spirit on top of a bunch of paperwork. She had a similar bottle in her desk until the aftermath of the battle, though it had been their for a year and was still only half done. By everything she'd heard Kir went through several workplace bottles a month since the Drow were first sighted.

"What! Who let you...What the!" he said more confused than anything as she advanced on him. Before he could react she lashed out an arm, grabbed up the bottle and tossed it behind her to shatter against the wall leaving a cascade of light amber drops as it went as he watched in horror. When his gaze focused back on Yuna he was subjected to a glare that liquefy hydrogen.

"Foreman." She spoke in a quiet, calm tone which drove home the fact that Kir was on thin ice. "As of eighteen minutes ago I have been tasked with the administration of this facility to ensure it's productivity. It's my job to make sure that this operation works smoothly and efficiently. Being inebriated on the job violates a dozen workplace regulations and sets a horrible precedent to those you've been elected to manage. Dalanovya turned a blind eye to this given everything she had to put up with and your previous performance. I wont. Now listen to me very carefully, if so much as a drop of anything stronger than kvas touches your lips in this shipyard I'll have you dismissed and arrested for gross negligence, public intoxication and disruption of industry vital to the war effort. Am I understood?"

"You can't do this!" Kir said slightly slurred in confusion "I've been Foreman here for seven years and have thirteen years supervisory experience! You'd replace me with some floor managing kid who's only ever handled a dozen people!?"

"I know that. Your previous service and the disruptions that your replacement would cause is the reason why I'm giving you this chance to straighten out your act instead of coming in with security. Productivity has dropped by forty percent from before the attack and I am to get it back to strength. I have had to put up with far too much of your sloppy unacceptable paperwork that you've submitted and resubmitted for you to tell me it hasn't compromised your ability."

"But drink lets me get through each day." He said sobbing. "It hasn't been easy to get through the day since that mob of slaving vermin took my Myla from me."

"And you think your the only one who've lost someone they loved to those bastards?!" She snapped, letting fury melt the ice for a few seconds "There is hardly a family in this entire dreary city who hasn't and does not know that grief. Grieve when you have the opportunity and time to yourself. While you are here you have a job to do and it's and important one. Infrastructure's shield and wall is it's fleet. They may have hundreds of warships but of our ironclads can lay waste to a dozen of theirs. The quicker we can build, repair and service them the safer our friends and family will be. I will do everything in my power to get productivity back to where it was and exceed it so we never have to deal with that loss again. Am I understood Foreman!?"

"Ugh uh yes...learne...um, Enlightened Bureaucrat!" He stuttered shocked as he got the right mode of address.

"Very good." She said as she cracked a wicked little smirk and her voice lost some of its edge but none of it's granite. "I want a general report on staff performance filed by lunchtime tomorrow neat and proper. There are still some managerial and technical positions that need filling and I have some bonuses to give out, possibly even one for Foreman who've shown that they've gotten over a previous slump in performance. But don't test the limits of my better nature. Good day to you, i'll have a janitor come to sort out the mess shortly." She strode out of the Foreman's office and got back to work. There was a lot to do, but that was no excuse to give up. Defeatism would do nobody any good.

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