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Hunter stares, slack jawed, at the thing lying on the barrack’s table. He heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Just when were you planning on telling me that you were building a battle droid?”
Tech shrugs one shoulder. “To be quite honest, I did not believe I would get this far without your noticing by mere observation.”
A hard look. “You can’t keep this.”
A gasp. “Why not? It is deactivated. It poses no threat.”
“I’ll pose a threat if it isn’t gone when I get back.”
As Hunter leaves the barracks, he hears Tech grumble on a breath, “...has no appreciation…”