The officers in the control center of the Tibbers—the battleship's bridge—were all hard at work.
Two days earlier, they had passed through another star gate. At last, they'd found a habitable planet with life in this star system, so they'd stopped there.
Like their previous homeworld, the planet had been ravaged by the Machine Tribe and reduced to an apocalyptic wasteland. But the battleship still had to fly into high orbit and conduct a thorough scan. They needed essential supplies and wanted to grow stronger according to their original plan—by acquiring more machines and pilots, for instance.
So everyone on the bridge was working hard and trying to make the most of their time.
Of course, not everyone was busy. Take, for example... a certain troublesome little girl, dozing in the captain's chair?
Suddenly!
"!!"
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Who knew how much time had passed? Captain Annie finally jolted awake after bumping into the edge of her chair.
"..."
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After sulking for a while, she looked at the busy crew, who were getting more and more competent by the day, and suddenly regretted becoming captain.
Being captain meant she got to live in a huge, luxurious captain's quarters. The problem was that it also came with a ton of annoying responsibilities. Those idiot crew members were always coming to ask her questions or report things, and it drove her up the wall. There was nothing she could do about it, either!
To be fair, during the days when the Machine Tribe's battleships had been chasing them, she'd spent a lot of time training the idiots and had almost whipped them into shape. Lately, they'd stopped bothering her all day long. But the problem was:
As captain, she had to show up for work and clock in on time every day. She