The entire crew had some kind of gripe with the commander, considering his obnoxious attitude and know-it-all behavior.
Although he was of the rank of Commander, everybody felt that he didn’t deserve it, that it was handed to him on a silver platter.
And after dealing with him for long enough, some of the crew members finally decided to do something about him.
The trio stared at the mounted vial of liquid, its vibrant green contents still behind the glass casing. In front of the case was a panel with a large black scanner with the outline of a handprint.
Yasain kept her voice low and her eyes on the vial, “Are we really going to do this?”
Without second thought, Diamond slammed his hand on the scanner. After a red light flashed across his hand, the bottom for the case clicked open. Before he had a chance to grab the vial, Lah-Mah reached in and grabbed it.
“Only Glakvians can hold it.”