"Yeah, that's always the excuse. Humans sure love using personalities to explain away their problems."

Caz gave a sigh, staring at the watermelon and hazarding another bite in to it. The sound was kind of like a glorp noise instead of chewing. "So, the ship's like a king- or, the more vogue term is a 'dictator'. And the other two are puppet governments that, in the blink of an eye, can be overrun because of a personality malfunction." Caz snorted, and let himself lie down, kicking his legs. "So~ How successful would someone be if they got off at shore leave and didn't get back on~? Not that I'm all for letting a bunch of space bugs or whatever eat everything, but if they're not going to let me fight something without being some expendable pawn, I am failing morale."