Dom checked off the shipment as it arrived in the shipping dock. He glanced down at his clipboard, knowing they were to expect a third truck sometime tonight. So far he had gotten almost everything on his list. Once the items were unloaded from these large semis, they were then reloaded into smaller cars that left at sporadic intervals towards the mother ship. In his trips down there, he had managed to get the solar panels installed and feeding into the generator, which was now powering the facility.
If he was going to get more power, he required more help to aid him in setting up the windmills. Those took the longest, and had to all be specifically tuned. Dom was hoping he could train someone to do it so he wouldn’t have to, but right now, none of the recruits seemed remotely interested. A good portion of them wanted to train with the weapons or the computers… but none of the general maintenance things. All of those tasks sounded too menial and pointless—or unimportant that there was really no point in having them as jobs. In the end, Dom had to drive down and get to work on installing everything—which caused him to have to put whatever he was currently building, on hold.