The deranged AI noted that an unidentifiable metallic crocodile was marching towards his motherboard, stationed where the captain's quarters normally would be.
"BRAND OF ANDROID DOESN'T CORRELATE WITH ANY KNOWN ROBOTICS PRODUCERS OR STYLES," he reported to himself, as deranged individuals often did. "GENERIC SAFETY PROTOCOLS ENGAGED."
Autoturrets and machineguns revv'd to life, ready to stop the intruder. Armor piercing rounds filled their chambers.
But Gustave wasn't armored; he was made entirely of steel. Marching right through the gunfire, he dispatched everything that dared to shoot at him. Eventually, he reached the captain's quarters and kicked the door open.
"WOULD YOU CONSIDER WORKING FOR THIS BATTLESHIP?" the AI asked, in a last ditch effort.
Gustave thought, then nodded. "Sure." Punching his fist into the part of the ship with the most lights, he ripped out a mess of wires, and then shot every light, monitor, and notable surface in the room. "But not with you."
He then stomped back to the other teammates. "Did whatever you were talking about," he growled. He smelled of smoke and powder and shells continually fell out of new dents all over his body.
Shelton looked stunned speechless, which was a good thing because he wasn't supposed to talk to Gustave.
"Excellent," said Zachary. "Let's chart a course to the next base, then."
(OOC: Let's get things moving. Annoying side boss out of the way, onward to the oil rig!)