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Crispin awkwardly looks around, "Uh... hello. My designation is P1-3827, sirs." He looks down at the floor ".....I also.... kind of gave myself a name; Crispin. Its, ah nice to meet you, sirs."

((Likewise. I don't even really know what's going on anymore.))

"No," Crispin says, "but I was specifically programmed to be able to adapt to pretty much any form of spacecraft. It made us pretty versatile, and we could have been swapped around for any sort of piloting duty. I can handle this."

"It's alright sir," Crispin says as he edges his way into the cockpit, being sure to give Alors a wide berth "I'm kind of used to it. It's alright." He settles down into the co-pilot's seat, and activates the controls, taking a moment to process the readouts. "Hmm." He turns to Tenzen, "A...

Crispin takes a step back, visibly frightened. "I... I don't mean any harm sir", he says, "I wouldn't want to get in a fight with a commando, anyway". He tightens his grip on his satchel, "I'm not even really sure how I missed the shutdown command, to be honest".

"That might be me, sir", Crispin says as he tentatively approaches the cockpit, "Uh... you don't mind droids, do you?"

P1-3827-better known as Crispin- wanders into the cabin, nervously playing with a small satchel. "Uh..... hello," he says, moving over to the hooded humanoid. He awkwardly extends a skeletal three-fingered hand. "So... I was told that you may have needed a pilot" he says with an uncertain tone.