The Empire of Sorrow

Today the scheduled routine maintance seemed to be not so routine. We spent countless hours repairing several crossed and rerouted circuits. Why they had been rewired was unclear, and since there was scarely a record finding who would also be impossible. Everytime we fixed one, another system would expirence a malfunction. My expertise was not impervious, but I knew something was wrong here. It looked like several years of neglect and incompatance. It was strange this would go unnoticed for so long, but who notices a problem when everything seems to work. Its like mounting your engines on backwards and wiring them to run in reverse.

The benefit to all the extra work in the shafts was that my kitchen duty was reassigned. The irony of the situation was that about half of the malfunctions reported where in the kitchen. Terminals had gone blank, the lights had gone out and sometimes power altogether was gone. It was funny, but I knew that tomorrow I thought I would be back in there with them again.

We repaired and rewired all day long. I noted all the repairs I had made. I don't know all of the ins and outs of the ships systems, but I could at least keep track in case I had to repair something I had already fixed. If things gotten too complicated, cheif engineer powell would tell me what needed to be done.

What had seemed like a tidious process was almost over by the end of the day. When I say almost over is that we fixed everything we broke with the first repair. The was much more to do and found it lead to other sections of the ship. I don't know how bad it is until I look at it. I'm certainly not looking forward to it. If today was only the start, fixing the whole ship would be way to daunting a task.

I plan a quick study of my notes before bed and back at it in the morning I guess. I suppose there are more exciting Jobs in the galaxy, but someone has to keep this old beast running.

Malen log end.