[SCENE:  The Coruscant system.  ISS Phoenix  hovers, lifeless and adrift save for the tractor beam of a New Republic vessel holding it in place to keep it from drifting too close to the gravity well of the system’s namesake planet.
This scene is playing out on the bridge of ISS Titanic  as we cut to her bridge.  The entire senior staff is on watch and in their places, eyes expectantly on Lord Darth Venomous as he takes in the grisly sight of Phoenix.
As Titanic  closes, the communications board of Lt. T-Bone McManx pings insistently.]
T-BONE MCMANX:  Admiral, we’re being hailed.  Audio only.
VENOMOUS:  On speakers, Lieutenant.
[McManx obediently flips the appropriate switches and brings in the signal.]
UNIDENTIFIED VOICE (over speaker):  —unidentified vessel, I repeat, this is the New Republic frigate Nebulon, please identify yourselves and state your business.  Unidentified vessel, do you copy?
VENOMOUS:  Frigate Nebulon, this is Admiral D—uh, Admiral Venomous of the I—uh, starship Titanic, representing the Fourth Intergalatic Realm™. You’re in possession of one of my starships, and I’d rather like to know why.
UNIDENTIFIED VOICE:  Ah. Admiral Venomous—Venomous, is it?  We had intercepted this vessel as it was entering our space and were about to ask its business here when it suddenly exploded.  We have no idea why.  Our scans indicate there is life aboard, but we’ve not been able to raise them.  Perhaps if you had some way of proving this is your ship…?
VENOMOUS:  Nebulon, we have come a long way on account of our ship – which, by the way, is the Phoenix, if you must know.  If you will kindly release it into our custody, we will be happy to take it off your hands and tow it home.
UNIDENTIFIED VOICE:  I’m sorry, Titanic, but that won’t be possible without an investigation, inquiries must be launched, hearings held—
[As Venomous reaches out his hand, an intense scowl on his visage, the sounds over the speaker turn from voice to a decided gagging, choking sound.  Venomous’ eyes have flashed with their dreaded purple glow.]
VENOMOUS:  Nebulon, I will ask this only once more.  Let go of my ship?
[A few more moments of gagging & choking over the speakers, then the tractor beam is released from Phoenix.  Venomous drops his hand, and we are treated to a series of gasps & wheezes over Titanic’s  speakers.]
VENOMOUS:  K’ha, get our own tractor on Phoenix  immediately.  Kor, I want rescue parties on that ship no more than five minutes from now, understood?
KORRIOTH:  On it, Admiral.
VENOMOUS:  Nebulon, as promised, we will take Phoenix  and get out of the New Republic’s hair.  I trust that will be the end of it?
UNIDENTIFIED VOICE:  Wh-wh-who…are…y-y-you-you…???
VENOMOUS:  I told you.  I am Admiral Venomous of the starship Titanic, representing the Fourth Intergalactic Realm™, and that’s really all you need to know at this juncture.  We will be on our way, and I strongly  suggest you not try to follow us.  Titanic  out.
[Venomous collapses back into his chair as McManx silently closes the channel.  His Rudeness is rubbing his eyes in pain as he subsequently rises.]
VENOMOUS:  Captain, you have the bridge.  I’ll be in my quarters with a gallon of Theragen peach tea.  Get those rescue crews on board Phoenix, and get some repair techs over there soon as it’s safe.
KORRIOTH:  Aye, sir.
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Fortunately, Denizens, the work box didn’t lose all that much, although the backup is about a year old.  But it is  back up & running, thank Cthulu.
However, I think it’s time to reimplement the old policy of re-doing all the machines here every six months, whether they need them or not.  Had this happened on the Big Box™, I’d’ve been royally screwed.