The intercomm-systems of the ship crackle online with a bit of static. There is a bit of shuffling before a voice starts talking. "This is your captai-... This is your co-captain Nichrome speaking. Report to the Auditorium for a briefing! We have found organic signatures on a nearby planet and someone is insisting on making a detour. Something about being out of the sun for too long. I repeat: Everyone report to the Auditorium for a briefing!" - Nichrome has taken the stage, waiting with narrowed optics for his... for the crew to trickle in. On the one hand he was not amused about the derail. The mandate by Lord Starscream was quite unambiguous. On the other hand he couldn't really tell how some organics on this planet were different from the ones they were supposed to be traveling to. So with a roll of his optics he had given Swiftwing his vote when it came to this little... Day trip.