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"Oh goodness sir I don't believe I ever stated my name either. I'm Sculley and it is an absolute pleasure to meet you Master Rhev." Sculley couldn't believe his luck, meeting such a nice individual such as Rhev right off the bat. Certainly this new expedition would be one of the more enjoyable ones over the hundreds he'd had in his lifetime. His new companion carried on the conversation by making a comment about their fellow crew members. Sculley let out a chuckle, a sound that resembled a sort of mechanical hiccup. "It seems we are quite the ragtag group doesn't it? I'm sure they all have their own skill sets to allow them the privilege of sailing on this ship though." At least he certainly hoped so, if what Rhev said was true then they were in for some rough sailing with only a bunch of inexperienced odd organics as their aid.

The distint sharp snap of a gunshot caused Sculley to whirl about as gracefully as his form would allow. His acute hearing had picked up the sound but the shooter certainly couldn't be picked out of the mob of humans below. It was becoming quite dangerous down there. "Oh my, I certainly hope they straighten out before anyone is harmed." His eyes stayed on the scene unfolding below as the ship began taking off and Sculley listened as his friend ranted about the upset caused by the plight of the elves. It seemed the situation irritated him enough to take to the skies in order to escape it. He had stated it was only one reason and the naturally curious robot couldn't help but wonder what the other reasons were. Before he could ask, Rhev spit over the side of the boat before asking him his reasons for being here. Cocking his head curiously at the organic display, he only paused briefly to dwell on what the gesture meant before answering. "Well sir to put it simply I came in order to have purpose. I'm an older model, quite old actually, 110 in fact and one of the last of those who share my hardware. I was built to serve, to be given a job and do it before moving on to my next assigned task. That's not to say I don't have my own thoughts and morals sir, not at all but I seem to be incapable of, as you organics say, finding my own path in life. I recently found myself without an employer and this proved the perfect opportunity to give myself meaning again. Dangerous situations are a small obstacle compared to living out my life aimlessly." Suddenly realizing that perhaps his companion didn't want such a long winded explanation he quickly made to apologize. "Oh, pardon me sir I didn't mean to r-r-r-r-r" One quick punch to his chest and he continued. "ramble, sir. Ahem, as I said I'm quite old."