The list didn't end.
Kordula scrolled until the bar on the side of the display shrank to a thin line, then gave up and scrolled back to the top.
Most of the items were ordinary. Filter replacements, a coolant pump in some sector she didn't know running past its service interval, a maintenance unit that stopped reporting four months ago.
Each one was stamped with the date it was raised and the number of times it was raised again after that, and almost every one of them ended with the same two words.
AWAITING APPROVAL.
The items near the top were different. Those were marked in a separate color.
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PRIMARY GENERATION — OUTPUT DEGRADED
TRANSMISSION — PCL-1 — CONTACT LOST
TRANSMISSION — PCL-3 — INTERMITTENT
TRANSMISSION — PCL-4 — CONTACT LOST
SCHEDULED EXTERNAL OPERATIONS — SUSPENSION REQUESTED
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"PCL," one of the Engineers read. "More sites?"
"Looks like it." Kordula looked at the numbers. "One, three and four. We're standing in two."
