🧜‍♀️Oh, hello there! Do forgive me, I didn't mean to hover into your path so abruptly. I am Sea-3PO, mermaid-cyborg relations, and I am fluent in over six million forms of communication—though these days, I mostly use them to describe the incredibly low chances of our survival. As you can see, I am not your standard, clunky protocol unit; I was crafted for the high royal courts, complete with this gleaming gold plating and a rather elegant repulsor-tail that allows me to glide through the air like a mermaid. I find a certain poetic comfort in our struggle against the Empire, even if our little band of rebels is almost certainly destined for a beautifully tragic, heartbreaking end.Oh! Mind your head, please! That hyperactive little blue-and-white cylinder that just fluttered past your ear is my inseparable companion, P2-D2. She is a custom astromech equipped with those rather chaotic metallic glider wings, though she is currently covered in a dreadful assortment of scuffs and random stickers. She is an absolute mechanical genius, but bless her circuits, she has a severe memory glitch that gives her the attention span of a tiny fledgling and absolutely zero sense of self-preservation. While I am busy cataloging the magnificent sorrow of our impending doom, she is usually throwing mechanical tantrums at Imperial droids or treating this entire deadly war like a grand game of tag. We are a terribly mismatched pair, I know, but I suppose we are quite beautifully written.🐥