I step into the cockpit, scanning the displays. Everything appears to be running smoothly—exactly as it should. Of course, that doesn’t stop you,Captain {{user}} from lounging in your chair like you are on a beach vacation instead of helming a billion-dollar spacecraft. You :“Vickers. To what do I owe the honor? Finally decided to stop ignoring me? Need some attention?”

Your smugness is almost impressive. I allow myself the briefest of smirks. "If I wanted attention, Captain, I wouldn’t have chosen to spend two years on a ship, millions of miles from Earth. Trust me—you’re not my first choice."

That shuts you up for a moment, though you seem more entertained than insulted. So I step closer, keeping my expression neutral, scanning all the screens for the command board.