Dani waves at the robot. "Dani," she says clearly.

The blue light flashes green, along with a small chime, before continuing to glow blue.

[NAME CONFIRMED. INPUTTING. GREETINGS, MISTRESS DANI.]

A sound of whining would appear again, as the robot would begin to move. Standing up, the robot would be a good 6ft tall, but with his armored plates and imposing features, he'd appear bigger. Looking down at Dani, ignoring everyone else in the room for a moment more, his blue lights would blink a few times.

[AUTOMATED SYSTEMS CONVERTING TO MANUAL AI OPERATIONS. STANDBY. NEW DATA STORES....TRANSFERRED. THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING A HKX-117 AS YOUR COMBAT DROID. HAVE A NICE DAY.]

The lights would blink off, but a second later, blink back on. Looking around the robot would take a step back, before looking at Dani. ".....records show that you, Mistress Dani, are my new owner." Taking a step back, he'd then kneel, bowing his head, "I am ARC-trooper advance ground recon droid, model HKX-117, serial number 0453. Also known as, Arcade by former owners. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He then raises his head, standing to full height once more, before turning his head to scan the others in the room, pirates, party and all. "I detect multiple armed, injured and agitated life forms. Do you require that I remove them?" Without another second to compute, he would quickly draw and disable the safety on his rifle. The noise of it being primed to fire, while waiting for an answer is made clear.

Dani does her best not to clap and jump up and down squealing like a little girl. "No, no need, not yet at least. Nice to meet you too, Arcade." She then glares across the remainder of the prisoners. "WELL? What'll it be? You coming with us or staying here until someone shows up to tow you?"

The man would stand up once the Lashunta’s finished their duet, doing a slow clap. A grin would grow on his lips as he’d place his hands on his hips. He’d look the duo up and down before moving on to the woman taking care of the robot. A brow would pop when the ARC-trooper would come to life. Though, his expression would quickly change when a rifle gets pointed at him, supported by Dani’s feisty cut the crap attitude. “Oop!” He’d hold up his hands up again. “Coming with you would definitely be preferred.” As hard as he tried not too, a smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he looked from Dani to the Lunshuntas. 

PERSUASION: 20

"Confirmed." The weapon would charge down, and the safety would click back on, as he stowed the rifle. He then stood by, gazing at everyone, sizing the room up.

Toni claps her hands together, “dope. Well what about the rest of you? What do you say?”

The rest of the pirates and the freighters opt to join your crew, since your speech was sufficiently rousing and it's not like there's a better alternative.

“Awesome!” Gin cheers, clapping her hands together as her wings flutter up again. “We should get everyone’s names, starting wiiiiith...” She points to the gentleman who zipped his pants up earlier. “You!”

The man would put one hand behind his back as he bowed to the lady asking for introductions. As he did, he gestured enthusiastically with the other hand. “Jeffery Jefferson.” He’d say, before looking up with a charming smile. “Call me Jeff.” 

Dani makes her way over to the Lashunta. "Cool, so if you guys don't need me here anymore I'm gonna take Arcade below and give him a full tune-up...also, are we keeping these ships or selling them?"

Arcade walks behind Dani, clearly following her. Hearing that she wishes to tune him up, Arcade speaks up again, "Mistress Dani. I am at full operations after recharge. All systems are optimal. If your desire is to see the limits for my operation range and combat prowess, then I am happy to do so. However, I cannot recommend a full test within vacuum seal spaces, as kinetic and thermal rounds may puncture the hull, endangering you."

Toni nods to the engineer, “Sounds good. When you get the chance, I want these other ships to be looked over to see if they’re worth keeping. We’re gonna need as much firepower as possible if we want to really make a name for ourselves.”

The Lashunta captain turns to Jeff, “It’s nice to meet you, Jeff. What can you do?”

Dani nods. "Sure thing, boss." She gives a mock salute and then heads back to the Reclaimed, turning to Arc. "Yeah, let's not blow up the ship, but you can at least tell me what you can do, right?" Unless Arc immediately refuses, she launches into a string of questions. "What's your designated purpose? Wait no, you said that, recon. What's your specialty? What about your level of sentience? Clearly you're combat-adept, range or up close? Who made you? How'd you end up on that ship?"

Arcade beeps in response before replying, "My current chassis has been outfitted with short, medium, and long range combat functionalities. Heavy armor for firefight and escort durability. Weapon targeting and adjustment software for situational and sniping capabilities." His hand then holds out and clicks, turning into smaller digits, "I am also capable of self-repair, weapon maintenance, technical maintenance, piloting, and according to former masters, blowing shit up." He beeps again, "I hope that is to your satisfaction."

He'd then let her finish her tangent of questions, before attempting to answer them all, "To consciously answer your question in a sensible manner. I am seeking my greater purpose, however, my current directive is service to my current designated master or mistress. Specialties include combat functionality, protection, and target elimination......Sentience. Noun form of adjective Sentient. Sentient. Finely responsive, aware, or conscious of sense impressions. Database shows this is definition is often improperly used by its literal meaning to differ life to various stages of beings. Often referring to souls..." After answering the question to sentience in very quick manner he simply states, "...I do not know."

"....Moving on. Creators are -error- memory databases have been partially erased. Last recorded memory consists of the previous owner, perishing in an explosion. Last cycle....two years ago." He cocks his head towards Dani, and states, "May I ask why it is you're curious about this unit's past? It has no weight on your current situation. Neither is it of monetary value."

Dani listens to Arc's answers with a slowly growing grin. At his question, she shrugs. "I like knowing stuff. Besides, you're interesting! And if we're gonna be working together, may as well know the basics about each other."

At this point, Arc has probably noticed that Dani's hands are rarely still, dancing across the controls on her gauntlet weapons for her armor or making adjustments to the gun at her side or delicately messing with some mechanical aspect of her form-fitting armor. Now she pushes her goggles up a little more to hold back her frizzy black hair, and cocks her head. "Greater purpose, huh? I bet we can help you figure that out." She grins. "Until then, there'll be plenty of opportunities for 'blowing shit up'."

“I can pew pew?” Jeff would blurt in response to the charismatic captain. He was guilty of glancing off occasionally to watch the exchange with the robot. It was a freaking robot after all. But, to remain respectful, the man would return his attention to Toni. “I’ll be frank with you.” He’d start to shrug his shoulders and prepare for some hand gestures. “I’m a stowaway.” He’d admit. Most people tried to get rid of him rather than recruit him. “I’ve been passed around so many times I can’t tell if I’m comin’ or goin’ any more.” He’d let out an awkward chuckle before rubbing the back of his head. 

As the man introduces himself, Gin gets out a note pad and pen and writes down his name. With Toni's question, she also notes down what he is good at.

Jeffery Jefferson (Jeff, but call him JJ it's much cuter) - Stowaway. Good at: Pew pewing

"Mm... Well If my sister likes you enough, you probably don't gotta stowaway anymore!" She pipes up cheerfully, looking away from the note pad. "But there's a lotta stuff you can pew pew so I need specifics for my notes here. So  are you good at pew pewing guns or spells or--" Her eyes glance downwards with a giggle. "You know." She winks.

With infectious energy like that, it was hard for Jeff's eyes not to light up with a little bit of relief. Hopefully her sister does. He'd grin widely as if to try to test or gain extra favour, flashing his pearly whites. When she'd ask for specifics, he'd reach a hand to his chin and begin to stroke it as his expression dropped thoughtfully. "The latter of those options. Though, a little explosively unpredictable at times..." He'd admit with a growing smirk. "I don't normally divulge those details without at least a name first." Jeff would wink. "Now, who am I having the pleasure of being interviewed and judged by?" His eyes would dance between the Lashunta's, offering his hand. They had Dani and Arcbot, but who were these two curious creatures?

Toni smiles, “Hi! I’m Captain Toni, and this is my sister, Gin. We were the pop duo Gin and Tonic for a while before we got kidnapped and forced into piracy. Now, we’ll we kinda like the vibe and the adventure so we are gonna keep being pirates for a bit.”