IT is the responsibility of the Technology Group of the New Zealand Garrison, to man the battle stations. Commissioned to support and uphold the teams outfitting the Death Star II. Usually, they seek only THE BEST of THE BEST.
Not this time…
New Guy is an unknown quantity but it takes no time to discover he’s a tit, with shit for brains and a personality to match. Unable to “extricate” him, he becomes a butt. The butt of all things bad that happen in their sector. So it’s unfortunate when part of an elaborate practical joke launches a massively successful campaign which nets an obscene amount of money because they’ve also made their unsuspecting “Noob” sole benefactor. They need to fix this, and fast!