"So the only defences are [Cosmic Chew Toy] and the automated ones."
"...which means, the only defences are the automated stuff." -- RecklessPrudence
The ship's human was a Lucker. Unfortunately for him, all that luck was bad. Unfortunately for everyone around him, he had the deplorable tendency to blame everyone and everything else around him except himself. Edger Arnold never got officially tested for the Luck Gene, and said it was against his religion to do so. Nevertheless, all the signs were there.
Just as success seemed to be in Edger's reach, he always managed to pull the rug out from under himself. All his cases of "I'll do it later" neglect exploded in his face. Sometimes literally. Enough to hurt, but not enough for permanent damage. In the unlikely event of a promotion, a messy and publically embarrassing demotion was bound to follow soon after. He never rose to the level of his incompetence. He was his level of incompetence.
And all the crew knew it. So when a Vorax ship turned up and the Elemental Force managed to dodge out of sensor range by the skin of their collective mouth parts, the Captain asked for options.