The burden of command duty was something Makari was sure a lot of people dreaded. He was sure many more dreamt of it. Some endless future dream about how they could someday rise from the rank of ensign into one of power and prestige. And then... well they would spend a lot of time on the bridge of a ship wondering when that prestige, power, and excitement would arrive. Because the burden of command was more so  the burden of... well sitting and babysitting systems and making sure the chairs on the bridge remained comfy. Basically it was like running OPS. Just bigger and with a button that launched all shipboard weapons within reach of one's fingertips. Makari idly glanced down at said button and shook his head. Even he knew better than to go and do something like that.<br/><br/>So instead he tried to act as if he were in control of things, or at least that's how he hoped he came across. For all he knew he looked like a Ferengi who was debating the idiocy of Scrooge for letting ghosts cut into his profit while watching that old holiday Earthling movie. Another head shake. That had to be his worst analogy ever. And that included the time he compared sex on a beach to a ride in a washing machine full of cow tongues and tapioca pearls. He would have shuddered as he thought of that again if not for the other things on his mind.<br/><br/>Such as the fact even more programs were coming online within the ship, ones that required constant power. Holographic crew. Everyone loved them. They were tireless and knew so much. And endlessly drained system resources. Maybe it was just OPS who worried about such things, but on a small boat already pushing past its power limitations and already working overtime to keep everyone happily plugged into sensor grids and weapon systems... well it was just one more thing to deal with.<br/><br/>It could wait though. None of it was pressing, not at all as pressing as the person standing before him actually TALKING to him. Makari smiled at the doctor and gave her a small nod as he stood from his seat and extended his hand to hers in an informal offer of a hand shake. "Pleasure to see you Lieutenant," He said pleasently and then paused in thought. "Or do you prefer doctor? Or Overlord or all things medical? Since your the one person here who can releave ANYONE from duty the choice is clearly yours as to what you will be called..." He suggested idly, shrugging his shoulders lightly before he settled back into his place on the bridge.