Crane doesn’t enjoy being on sanitation, but at least he gets to zone out for a bit and jam to his tunes. He was almost finished with this hallway, humming along to the song currently playing in his headphones when suddenly he heard thud.
Taking out one of his ear buds “uhhhh hello?” No answer “commander fox… is that you..?”
“You missed a spot” came from the vent
Crane wiped around, mop pointed to the unexpected voice “FORCE DAMN!!… why are you in the vent..?”
(Account: @guard-crane) feel free to ignore, just wanted to goof around
Tumbler is spiritually kicking his legs like a teen Natborn female as he stares up in amusement at the vod, whilst physically he can't due to confined space and head tilted to suggest the osik-eating grin under his bucket.
"Either you're new to the Guard or I've become so mysterious that hardly anyone but the older Vode know of me. Cryptid legend status well earned!"
He chuckles, leaning further out of the vent to offer Crane a lazy salute, indifferent to the dust falling from his shell or the spiders crawling over him.
"CT-3996, Tumbler, at your service. I'm the local vent cryptid, as I live in these vents more than I do my own bunk and I know and see all that happens in the Guard and Senate Rotunda. I am everywhere and see everything."
Technically the Droids see everything and they tell him, but same difference.