Warchief

Tapping on the table, the purple crewmate's gaze was fixed on the camera monitor. He carefully watched what was happening on the cameras, periodically switching them. However, this task did not yield much. Rarely did anyone run on cameras, there is no point in talking about potential crimes now. Warchief sighs, leaning back in his chair, lightly rubbing his temples. Then he gets up from his chair and decides to inspect the ship himself.
"... something is not clean here..."