
and some punk garbage boys commissioned by @onelittletransman!!
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once I built an entire star destroyer out of garbage

and some punk garbage boys commissioned by @onelittletransman!!
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Isolation Cell
“Do you think it’s wise to turn it back on?”
“Phasma, I need to know what happened.”
“It’s a BattleR-E-N, Hux! It is made to kill. That’s what it did.”
“It malfunctioned. According to the official report at least. But I want to know why.”
“Even if it kills you?”
“That’s a stupid idiom to use in this sit- oh, you meant it literally…”
“…”
“It won’t kill me.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but to get any usable data-output you have to turn it back on. Not just the secondary OS, but the whole thing. Fully functional. How is that safe exactly? For you – or anyone in this complex?”
“I’ll do it in an isolation chamber.”
“With a PX-45 blaster at the ready.”
“That’s overkill.”
“Hux, it’s a kriffing BattleR-E-N!”
“…”
“I’ll observe. If it so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’m hitting the kill-switch and it will be decommissioned.”
“Yes, yes. Okay.”