| While Dreadnought doesn't sleep, he's long since adjusted his habits so as not to inconvenience the humanoid soldiers he's accustomed to working with. Clomping around all night generally isn't appreciated, and he makes an indifferent sentry, since his senses are not terribly well trained or sharp.
So he just stands still in his cabin and thinks. Considers strategies, tactics, runs over what he knows of his fellows...it's amazing how quickly time can pass when one's mind is occupied.
The sounds of trouble intrude on his ruminations though, so he grabs his sword and fits his buckler to his forearm before tromping up to the deck to see what the trouble is.
(He doesn't sleep, so it's likely he has all his stuff on him.) | 
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