Chewbacca, wearing a stretched-out office lanyard and an overburdened utility belt full of tangled cords and data drives, crouches beneath a flickering desk terminal.

Chewbacca, wearing a stretched-out office lanyard and an overburdened utility belt full of tangled cords and data drives, crouches beneath a flickering desk terminal. His fur is slightly singed, and he growls in frustration while holding up a melted power cable with one hand and banging a malfunctioning monitor with the other. A coworker stands awkwardly nearby, clutching a datapad and saying, 'I don’t know—it just stopped working after I spilled caf on it.'

The cubicle is cluttered with spare parts, opened computer panels, and at least three mugs reading 'Wookiees Do It With Force.' In the background, a framed IT policy reads 'Turn It Off and Back On Again – Empire Standard Protocol.' Chewie’s face says it all: he’s two beeps away from smashing the whole system—and honestly, no one would blame him.