The robot stopped by itself as the pilot demaned it to. It was unsure if it should react to her order , would a drone understand what she said? Then it realised that by stopping it already reacted .

It turns around "is this units service needed?"

The sower calmly floated at the same position. 

Its mind was chaos . First thing it did was noting it's ability to pretend to be a drone as 'inept'.

"The captain has all needed information  about this unit "

Crimson eyes drill straight through the droid's sensors and into his circuits, boring a hole deep into a nonexistent soul. Decius pauses slightly, and then turns to Rolak.

"Forgive me, Sir, if we postpone the discussion of the ruins; there is a matter of greater importance at hand. It appears that this 'repair droid' is not simply a repair droid. The robot has begun following protocols non-compliant with the programming of the ship's own integrated repair bots. There have been no records on the manifest of such a drone, unless my programming has missed an obscure detail. The behaviors suggest that it could be working for an agenda separate to that of the ship, or even have sentience."

The Craver turns his head again towards the floating robot. The ineptness it exhibited was characteristic of a perfectly controlled drone, yet there was an air of childishness around it that said otherwise. He again raises his voice, a menacing tone seeming to shake the thin air around him.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Really now? Is that so?" Rolak smirks as the drone starts to shiver.

 'At least I think its shivering? is that a good word for what this thing is doing? Ah screw it whatever'

Rolak stands up slowly, ignoring the remnant discomfort in his gut. "Well droid? You going to explain yourself or am I going to have to hand you over to the ship's science and engineering teams?

((thanks for the heads up it did get cut off))

"The captain has all needed information  about this unit" its hovering module has not enough energy for the fraction of a second , letting the robot fall and then rise again to reach its normal
height .One of its many thinking patterns was stuck in a loop.

<I need to tell it , everything else is suspicious anyway , but 4 more knowing ? I need to tell it , everything else is suspicious anyway , but 4 more knowing ?>

"Th-.... This unit-"

As he mentioned the engineer and science teams a subroutine jumps to life , despite beeing dust infected it still has these remnants of its old mind active. 

<They could try to reverse engineer me ! I am not allowed to let this happen >

"No science and engineer teams . No dismantling "

((i think your message got cut off , it ends at "or am I going to have to"))

The sower stops its shivering , its thought patterns slow down . <The captain seems to be on my side , he better can communicate with the others than I>

It turns in the direction of the Valorum and waits for the rest of the crew to respond.

Seeing Ylona eye him and hearing Valorum's statement, Rolak backs off.

"A-ah. A sower huh? No I can't say I have ever traveled with one before..." 

Yeesh that was embarrassing.

"This Unit is no stowaway , this unit was sold to be part of the ships cargo and supports the mission . " 

<Is that really true ? The deal with the lumeris trader was that he sells me to the ship , but he also could just have smuggled me. I was deactivated while he was doing that , i  activated in the charging spot just before the ship started >

"This Unit will support the mission , in all possible ways .This Unit will follow the orders of the captain."

Valorum shifts in his chair to be more comfortable and opens up the cargo manifest on his screen, typing the keyword 'crew' into the search bar. As he does so, he explains:

"The fact that our Sower friend here isn't on the crew manifest is...a cultural phenomenon, to put it simply. Sowers are a religious race and a key aspect of that religion is that the individual must be humble so it can serve the group and speed the Calling. This leads to them to renounce much of they joys of other races, with citizenship and 'personhood', as we call it back in the galactic North, being the most prevalent. So long as they continue to serve the Calling, Sowers are mostly content with being treated more like objects than people because that's what they consider themselves; objects. As for the Sower in question, it's true he's not listed in the crew manifest..."

Valorum seems to find what he's looking for, hits a button, and the central holographic display on the bridge changes.

"...but that doesn't mean he's not listed as crew."

Sure enough, the file Valorum's displayed is from the cargo manifest, but it reads almost like a crewman's file. It depicts 7-1-4-N-7-3-D in an isometric picture, like any other maintenance drone in the cargo bay, and it's specifications are outlined:

Serial ID: 7-1-4-N-7-3-D

Function: Supplementary Crew; Engineering and Reconnaissance Drone

Specifications: Sower Construction (Whatever his other technical specs are, Pixelfreak can post them)

Valorum leans back in his seat, and looks at the rest of the group, explaining:

"The Vodyani live with the Sowers in the same constellation in the galactic north, and we've been in an alliance for the better part of 80 years now, so there used to be cases like this one on Vodyani ships all the time. It became so common, Vodyani guards in my fleet were just given access to the cargo manifest so they could ask the Sower for its serial number and double-check the manifest. I figured this happened just as often here in the south-east, given that Sowers trade with the Vaulters and Lumeris more than the Church."