“..I.. I’m so sorry Captain.”

SM-33, your droid, said. His voice box doing well with changing tones and ranges, such as you programmed it.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have believed that sad and broken tone was real.

But now, SM-33 stands near you and Crimson. Who had just challenged you for your position. You didn’t believe it either, but you did. It was expected of that damned pirate.

“.. It’s the code.”

SM-33 said, glancing over to Crimson than to you. The boy’s expression the same, since you didn’t give him a face, lips nor mouth. But if he had them, he swore he’d be crying.

“.. I-“

SM-33 started, before Crimson cut off the droid with a scoff. Taking out his long knife,