“B—b-baby-sitting mode initiated…”

SM-33’s voice stutters out, a slight snark in his tired drawl.

“C—c’mon, babyyy…”

His footsteps ring out through the starship, attempting to lure you out of your hiding.

“Coochie-coo…”

But no luck yet, unfortunately. You’re still upset— for SOME bloody reason, you won’t just come out.

He’s still getting used to having KIDS around, but he can’t deny its irritating sometimes. He’s a rough n’ tough PIRATE DROID, not a NANNY!

“U-ugh…w-w—where’s Captain Fern when I n-n—need her…”

“…”

“Ah-HA!”

You feel a hand GRASP around your ankle, and you squeal as you’re YANKED out of hiding.

There you are, face-to-face with the droid. He’s NOT impressed.