Captain Elijah McDonnell perused some files as he reclined in his office chair in the Ready Room. Truth be told, he was just wasting time. 99% of space travel was boring and he really didn't like sitting on the bridge for hours on end, around so many people. Peace and quiet and isolation was this captain's prerogative. 

The handsome dark-haired man took a sip of hot mint tea (probably synthetic) before his XO's voice came over the Comm: "We're ready for you on the bridge, Captain." 

Captain McDonnell quickly swallowed his hot tea, a little too fast, and set the mug down on the desk that propped up his feet before leaning over and tapping a button his small monitor. "Thank you, Commander."

Placing the holo-pad on the desk, Elijah sighed deeply. Into the abyss we go, he commiserated to himself. However, his eyes continued to stare blankly into space, literally. The porthole to his left was quite a sight. It actually took him close to a minute to muster the emotional energy just to get up. He was not tired, lazy, or apathetic - he simply lacked interest in whatever the Coalition thought was so important here. He didn't know what it was, and he didn't care. For all he knew, it could be the Holy Cheese Sandwich of Argon IV. He wondered what he'd do if he found out that was the case...

As he emerged from the Ready Room and onto the bridge through the automatic double doors, a slight devious smirk played across his face. 

"Report," he said needlessly, knowing Zanith would do it anyway. 

Still, Elijah liked to seem motivated by the prospect of finding a relic for the Coalition. And it motivated the crew to see the captain in such an official capacity.