The crew was running everywhere , getting out of MAR's eyesight before he ordered them to do something.
"YOU!!!" The Commander yelled at a junior Officer who had almost turned the corner. The Officer stopped and turned to face MAR , who was pointing a finger at his chess.
"What are you holding there , Mister?"
"That would be empty cans of beer...... sir!" The crewman responded
"Is that so? And where do these come from , if you permit ME to ask of course?" MAR could feel the anger climbing in his head and was using incredible control not to order some troopers to throw the Officer in the brink.
"euh ... from the..... euh... Engines Room .... sir!"
"ARE YOU DRUNK , PRIVATE?" MAR took a mental note to demote the JLT once he would be back to the Bridge.
"No sir ..... not today .... sir!" The newly demoted private answered
"Carry on PRIVATE! And report to your Sergent ASAP!" Mike MAR liked to award Field Promotions ... and Demotions , of course.
With that little chat , the GOOD Commander took more time to reach the Pilots Mess. But he felt it necessary to address that situation immediatly.
"Time to find where all those Droids went!" MAR grumbled to himself
And he took of at a good pace toward the last corridor that would bring him to his destination.
THE PILOTS MESS
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Time for you to let us know what is going on in that last corridor and more importantly , in that Pilots BAR (mess)!
