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As he took the girl back, Cuddles was reminded that being a sophont does not mean he possessed complete free will.
Not until he finally found someone familiar enough with archaic systems to jailbreak him.

As the captain utters his crudeness, the clang of a robot facepalming resounds through the area. Cuddles walks over to the manual input for the local speaker systems, and their fingers dance over the text inputs. They press one last button. the ship's standard voice synthesiser kicks in.
「This woman sought passage on a ship. The captain took her money, and sought to take more besides, which why her state of dress is as it is. The altruism subroutines kicked in, and as such, I did not have a choice in the matter when I punched out the trio of Derro harassing her and brought her here.」
「Now, please cease with the insinuations! You know full well from when you fished me off that ruined planet and found I dated back to who knows when that I don't have any features like that. You do this every time, and you're making us both uncomfortable!」

...well this was unexpected.

Unable to tilt their head for lack of a neck or neck-like mechanism, Cuddles decides tilting their entire torso slightly to the side will suffice for the purpose.
Internal Note: Get retrofitted with a neck.
They weren't quite sure what to do in this situation. They hadn't had much time to learn. One might expect gallant words, but the automaton's design meant they lacked the capability of speech. This was quite the dilemma.
Now, what had they learned thus far...?
Actions spoke louder than words, apparently. Cuddles found this quite the blessing, once they came to the understanding that the meaning of this was not literal.
Similarly, one's fists were one of the most suitable things to use when speaking with action, as many 'let their fists do the talking'.

Now understanding the appropriate course of action, Cuddles moved the woman out of the way, and gestured for her to run - though the less observant may have thought they were just shooing her off.
And then, Cuddles ran in and started punching.

Iron-knuckled diplomacy: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7
Leaving an impression: 1d8 ⇒ 4

You find yourself in a port on Skylar IV. Your contact said to meet you at the Sweet Doomed Angel at 0900, so you've got two hours to spare. That's enough time to refuel the ship, or shop for parts, or roam about the station looking for trouble.

What do you do?

The head of Cuddles swivels about as the head of the automaton looks about the port, the sound of its metal feet making less sound than one would expect as they walk forward. They hadn't had their sentience long, but it was already seeing great use as they realised for the first time just how much went on in the worlds they visited...even if this was the first they would ever actually remember.

The animate armour stands in place for a moment, taking in the first world they'd ever visited with their newfound consciousness, before deciding they would do the supply run. Apparently, it wasn't uncommon for robots to be sent to do the shopping, with an internal record of prices and needed items. Many shopkeeps refused to even attempt to negotiate with them as long as the prices they had on record were reasonable, for few were the androids you could get to pay more than the prices they had on record, or to buy anything that wasn't on their list.

Cuddles didn't have such things as most robots, of course, being more...primitive? That probably wasn't the right word, given the fact that there was no robot thus far made with true artificial intelligence. Nonetheless, they were rather different to any typical android, and for all they had that put them ahead they lacked other features that would be unthinkable not to include on automatons of this age. But perhaps, with some decent acting, they could pass themselves off as one of the automatons of this day.

Filled with unfamiliar feelings, Cuddles went shopping.

I couldn't help myself. You put up a prompt, and I saw a way to indulge myself. I never got enough use out of this alias anyway.

Cuddles waits patiently for another to act. For some reason, they had spared him. Repaired him. The reason, unknown. All he could do was wait.

*"That's what it's all about" mime*
*"Fix me already" mime*

Can't do anything without the go-ahead here. Currently, Cuddles is still entirely in your hands, Mini. How's this gonna go?

Edit: So, currently, Cuddles lives. How are we handling this? Is there some stuff that wants PMing about, orrrr?

Cuddles rushes to Kara's side.
*furious nodding*
*kneeling and begging*

For one without speech or expression, Cuddles strikes people as very expressive.

Seriously though, that sounds like fun. As long as Cuddles remains intact, I can use him as a backup. Any way you can wriggle things so we can keep Cuddles? I'm enjoying this too much. Promise I won't make moves without permission. Or possibly at all. Just an RP thing? I can send you the sheet for the class I used for him.

*even sadder miming*
*hurt miming*
*"I was only doing my job" miming*

*sad miming*

Of course I fully statted this thing up. Of course!

*vigorously mimed apologies*
*points to Sora and Ysolde, points to self, mimes picking up an object then mimes flying*