[Words you learn to dread hearing. #3.] "It seemed like a good idea at the time." -- Knitnan
Something, somewhere, was on fire. Aarblax could see the smoke curling through the air. This was, thankfully, a facility with a generous amount of atmosphere to share, so it wasn't that worrying. Yet. The Public Address system was making bizarre, intermittent noises. This meant that someone had manually disabled the alerts and the system was attempting connections through the network. Which had also been disabled.
Aarblax glared at the two Humans in his crew, who immediately pointed at each other and chorused, "It's their fault."
"Fault can be assigned after the problem at hand," he gestured at the curling smoke, the malfunctioning alerts, and the flickering screens that indicated that the system was down and out for the count, "has been thoroughly remedied. All I need to know is: how bad is it?"