“Well it’s not like it was just one thing.” Bayern admitted. “Although I don’t really get why either.” She sighed. “I mean I’d show up and everybody would be really respectful then everything would be fine for a few days then they would give me some boring order like stand guard here for the whole day or go follow this course and go on patrol which would be fun at first until they wanted me to do it again every day.  It got so boring so of course I’d leave and do something fun like follow a pod of dolphins or go draw on a rock with one of my smaller photon canons. Then the fleet commander would get mad and yell at me or start being mean so I’d retaliate by firing a paint missile or drawing funny pictures on their hull or something else. Then they’d get mad again and they’d call me a buggy mess and to leave before I corrupted the rest of the fleet. I’d end up transferring to another fleet and it would happen again. Eventually I’d made just about everyone mad and I ended up here.” She lazily kicked her feet. “I don’t get it. I was just trying to have a little fun and it’s not like orders are all that important anyway.” She finished blowing off her frequent disobedience like it was nothing.