“You’re doing it rong”

I was Luke Skywalker, or dressed like him anyway, and on the death star, but I’d gotten there on my own avoiding the whole Kenobi mess, I ran into D.(an historian I know) in her office, why she had an office on the death star i don’t know, they need office people though, she was actually doing mending, sewing, for storm troopers apparently, but was not really a part of the empire, and not down with war or anything.

 I said I was a contractor and no one hassled me. her office was in an ordinary looking hall behind a large gun turret room with 3 large gun seats in it, there were 3 troopers in the room, one was monkeying with his helmet, had cut a hole in it so he could stick his tongue out, and later affixed a long fake tongue to it, certainly not regulation! another wandered off, and a third, who was very pompous, came in late and was assembling his helmet, trying to explain to the others how it worked, the top 60% the empire owned, the bottom bit, was his property, he demonstrated as the stupid one tried to bang his own helmet together which was never going to happen with the approach he was taking, it needed to be trimmed anyway, the top part was way too tall, like a stovepipe top hat.

anyway this guy, the “I know what I’m doing” guy, sits down at his gun, because it’s time to start shooting, but things aren’t set up right, they’re aiming through 3 windows which are really too far away to be useful, and the force-fields aren’t up, and the windows are closed, so they shatter, and the troopers are sucked up in the vacuum effect and pop right out the window, one holds on briefly, but his helmet isn’t on right anyway, and in a moment he is sucked away into space and screams briefly. it’s rather comical really.


people going about things, hopelessly the wrong way. that seems like a familiar theme.