[Turian? Not a group he heard of before, but he had been gathering people are coming here from different timelines and dimensions - he'll file this away for something to ask later.

'Embody the ship' - AI or mind upload, or... Harlock cut his train of thought short. He glances over to the weapons locker, guarded pausing a few moments clearly considering whether he should comply before he unbuckles his holster, placing both the rapier-like weapon and a long-barreled pistol into the locker]

I am Harlock, Captain of the Arcadia - which is just a little further down the down, I would be glad to accept the offer EDI.