A small, red droid with an odd hat was given a tray upon which were required rations for a crew member. The droid wheeled its way through the maze-like structure of the pirates' ship to a rather secluded sector of the ship. The door opened to a hall that looked like some mad pack of vicious beasts ransacked the place. The droid 'walked' in and the hall looked more in shambles the closer it got to its goal: a door marked with a set of six arrows coming from a central point to form a hexagon:
the room of the warrior who was cloaked in black. "Enter, old friend." The voice growled as the door opened and th droid placed everything on the desk. It then spoke using a series of beeps and whistles, the being chuckled, "Yes, I was dramatic but I just love a good meal. And I owed The Arsonist from before, we both do." The droid tells him something before leaving, "I am afraid I would obstruct things too much; besides, they have to go through a series of many trials before they are even considered worthy of ascending to the ranks of crew member." He begins, with a look of reluctance, to eat his rations. To him, they aren't that which gives him his power but it is nourishment nonetheless. The droid returns to its post alongside many other robots of varying form and original function in the navigation sector of the ship.