The Wey-Llin can grow up to a maximum of six meters tall, at which point they will have completely lost their mental faculties, ultimately reverting to an animalistic state.
Jalgot took his spot behind the console, as he did everyday, and turned to his assistant manager.
“Please tell me Crane 9 is done with repairs?”
“Yup, got the report from the gearheads right here,” he said while swiping the file to him.
“Good, that should let us get back to full operating capacity then, finally,” the Shil’Q exclaimed annoyedly as he typed the command into his console. The rhythmic droning of machinery became more intense, the production speed picking up. It slowed down again mere moments later.
“Oh, come ON! Work with me here!” Jalgot exclaimed at his console, bending over and retyping the command.
“Hey, erm, boss?” his assistant spoke, pointing at a comfeed monitor, “I don’t think the problem is mechanical.”
Looking at the monitor, Jalgot could clearly see the crane come to life. After a minute or so, the towering three meter tall figure of a Wey-Llin lumbered into view and pressed the emergency shutdown button, after which she proceeded to do Crane 9’s work. Jalgot sighed deeply and hit his com button.
“Boss? The Wey-Llin at assembly line 9 is refusing to step aside for the crane.”
“I know. I’m WATCHING HER. RIGHT. NOW!” the boss yelled over the coms, “Do you think she passed the mark, Jalgot?”
“I do, boss.”
“Then call the wranglers, mate.”
