My Hero in the Galaxy Far Far Away!

Rearranging your ship in the galaxy far far away...

Sounds of agressive cussing, and metal striking metal, could be heard coming from the far side of the production line assembly located deep within the "Emeral Light", where a certain, very dirty teenager, was currently busying himself with installing the new "Matter Shaping Platforms" into place, which once was occupied by a complicated, yet rather efficient, B1 Battle Droid's assembly line...

The new "MSPs" would allow the Emerald Light to practically "mold" new units together in one singular process, allowing Izuku to not only save a ton of space, which would normally be wasted on convoluted conveyor belts, and their adjacent assembly plants, but then, this new system would also provide every single platform with the power to create EVERY possible kind of droid, so long, as the spatial requirements were met, the energy required for the process was gathered, and for as long as the new droid's blueprints were downloaded into the ship's central database...

Imagine - every single part of the "now" obsolete conveyor system - replaced with those platforms, and a few ship sized matter converters, which would literally mold the new droids, vehicles, and even deployable buildings, directly into the reality, with the same also being done with the equipment neccessary for their use...

It was just, as if someone created a living sculpture out of clay, only for them to then harden said clay into cold steel...

A potential of uncountable waves of droids would then provide the Outer Rim Territories with literal iron legions, something that his grandfather has asked him for, whilst he prepared both himself, and the entiriety of the fractured Outer Rim's, to face the Republic's Senate - the very nest of the corruption - using diplomacy...

Since Izuku was granted the control of the "Emeral Light", his grandfater stressed, that the core worlds were well known for using their "Judicial Forces", to bully lesser worlds into compliance, which their newly forming "Droid Army", would then be there to counteract those vile law enforcement imposters...

The only issue with that plan, was starting the entire process by activating the first "Molding Platform", which as the force would have it, was far more of a challenge, than either the young inventor, or his beloved A.I. core, would have ever thought of...

Thus we find ourselves back here - with Izuku elbows deep in the vast amount of cables, and energy stabilisation field generators, with Wheatley standing just next him, holding him the flashlight, while also providing some useful advice every now and then...

Or at least, as often as the poor A.I. could, as Izuku had actually "forgotten" to teach him about the specifics of this technology...

As some of you might remember, Izuku has made a promise to his uncle, back in the day, to keep this piece of research out of anyone's overly curious eyes, and the young inventor has taken to it so much, that even Wheatley  himself was not permitted any access to those documents, with their only copies having ever been made on paper...

Yes - in a galaxy where over 90% of all possible information was stored in some form of digital storage, the young man has painstakingly saved all of his research, which detailed on the matter conversion rate, and it's plausible implementations in the realspace, on PAPER...

At the very least, Izuku could sleep with the clear bill of conscience, for not having lied to his uncle, as he had probably outdone himself in terms of honoring their dea-

*BZZZT*

Izuku: /Pained, furious/ OW! You stars forsaken piece of-!

Wheatley: /Scandalised, threatening/ *GASP* Creator! Mind your language, least I contact grandmother Inko, and inform her of this development!

The young man wanted to argue, but he also knew, that the A.I. core had him dead to rights right there, as he did not have had the heart to argue with his mother, even about the silliest of things, such as his language...