The assembly would start on Anwen’s sequence, and Mara set it on the plate before she let herself think about anything else.
She wrote it at the top of the interface chamber’s plate, under the collar’s figure. Assembly: Anwen’s sequence. Start when the modules are on their rollers and every witness mark is checked. Then, under it, a line for the crew.
Wake Mara for a fault. Never for a delay.
She read it aloud.
“A fault,” she said. “Something wrong. A seam that won’t close, a gauge that disagrees, a witness mark that doesn’t match. Wake me.” She looked round at them. “A delay is when something takes longer than it should. That’s not a fault. Don’t wake me for that. Work through it.”
Breda nodded. The crew chief, Aurel, nodded. Sen did not nod, but she read the line twice.
Anwen and Tavin prepared the assembly.
Anwen from the Lorn link, with every drawing and every witness mark on her slate. Tavin on the floor of the bay beside the shielded port, with the crew.
