Meanwhile, at the Factory....
One of our crack engineers is making final adjustments on Edbart XIV, the ship's gun servitor. Why put him in a big poorly-designed turret when he can sit safely in the armored heart of the ship? Plus, he'll be there to greet people whatever door they come through.
Except the yawning dreadnought door in the back, but I'm sure he can swivel or something. Ooooh I should've hinged that before gluing the hull together. Well, it's not like I have time to make a fully-articulated dread, anyway. Maybe next time....
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