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.
Lah-Mal brought her arms over her head and stretched, letting out a loud yawn, “We’ve just been floating around for hours with nothing on the radar. Watching a blank screen is making me a bit tired.”
Getting up from her post at the navigation panel, Lah-Mal made her way down the main floor of the ship’s bridge, asking anybody if they want something from the break room. Most of the crew members shook their head.
When she reached Commander Lenard’s chair, the Commander nodded, “I’ll take my usual coffee. Same as always.”
Lah-Mal walked away, hiding her grin, “Yes, Sir.”