## INCIDENT REVIEW — DRYDOCK 7, KESSIN BELT

**Filed by:** Site Supervisor Olun Mareth, Independent Hauler Consortium  
**Subject:** Service Call — Engine Block Failure, Hauler Patient Margin  
**Service Provider:** Hollowfolk Repair Detail (uncontracted, self-dispatched)  
**Cost on Invoice:** None  
**Reason for Filing:** Personal record. Not for distribution.

I want to say up front that nothing went wrong. The crew arrived within forty minutes of the failure, which we hadn't called in yet. Four of them. They never come fewer than four. Shift lead introduced himself as Vorruth and the rest didn't give names, which Vorruth said was normal and I believe him. They were all in matching coveralls. Clean. Newer than ours.

The engine was seized. Coolant line had ruptured into the primary housing, which on a hauler this old usually means a two-week tow back to a proper yard. Vorruth looked at it for maybe ninety seconds and said oh, this is a fun one. That was the phrase. A fun one. The other three were already pulling tools I didn't recognize off a rack that I also didn't recognize. I want to note I watched them arrive and I do not remember a vehicle.

They had it running in three hours. Sounded better than it did the day we bought her. Vorruth wouldn't take payment. Said the consortium had been good to them, which I don't know what he meant by, because we've never used them before. He shook my hand. He asked about my daughter by name. I have not told anyone in this belt about my daughter.

I want to be clear that he was not threatening. He was delighted. He told me she'd love the work. He said it like he was recommending a good restaurant.

I pulled the bay footage that evening because something was bothering me and I couldn't place it. I watched the whole repair through. They are fast. They are extraordinarily good at what they do. The other three coordinate without speaking and Vorruth handles all external communication, which tracks with what the other haulers had told me about them.

At timestamp 14:22:07, while I was on the comm with the consortium office, one of the unnamed three stopped working and looked at me. Not at the engine. At me. For thirty-one seconds. The other two kept working. Vorruth kept talking. The one who was looking did not move. When I turned my head at 14:22:38 to answer something Vorruth had asked, the one who had been looking went immediately back to work as if nothing had happened.

I watched this clip nine times. There is no expression on the face. It is not menacing. It is the face of someone reading a manual.

I want to say again that nothing went wrong. The engine runs. The crew left politely. Vorruth waved.

I am filing this because I want it on record that I declined when he asked if I'd ever considered the work. I said no thank you. He said of course, of course, no rush, we're around. He said it warmly. He meant it warmly. I believe he meant it warmly.

I have asked the consortium to route future repairs through licensed yards. I understand this will cost us. I am prepared to absorb the cost.

I do not want them back at Drydock 7.

I do not want them looking at my daughter.

— O. Mareth

**[ADDENDUM, FILING CLERK:** Sixth such report this quarter. Pattern consistent. No incidents. No complaints actionable. Filed.**]**

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