Descent!
Tobias privately thought that the job was only one-third done, but with any luck they’d be able to get through the other parts quickly. Either Jim-Bob or Yu-Wu had been busy: the lights were on down here, the temperature on this level was starting to creep up to be only freezing, and there was a clear line from the foyer to the storage rooms. They had even gotten the first crate out. This the right one, Asenath?
Look at the bar code, please… yes, Commander. The numbers match. These are the spare parts we need. Or at least one of them. There should be a total of thirty shipping crates.
Tobias shoved at the crate, noting that it moved under his push. Then he looked up. Dammit, we will need the elevators after all.
Because of the mass?
Because of the mass. Even with handcarts, manhandling one of these up five flights of stairs would absolutely suck. Then down again, and then up: it’d take hours, and we’d be wiped by the end. The suits’ life support would get strained, too… unless we risked unsealing them.
Sometimes, Asenath’s voice in his head could be loud. To quote you, Commander: Let it be. You ordered those suits sealed for a reason.