Hux didn't answer immediately, instead there was a crackle of electricity and a wisp of smoke along with the smell of burned electronics, even faintly burned hair, and the whole apparatus gave a hollow clunk before the transfer siphon gulped to life, slowly drawing the suspension fluid from the tank containing what was left of Snoke and pumping it into the currently empty tube.

He wriggled himself out of the control hatch, still keeping low so as not to draw more fire. He wasn't sure what good it would really do except to make it easier for them to get at the thing that had been Snoke, something that would leave him more vulnerable, especially if Hux managed to either get the troopers to shoot through the other vat, or get Kylo to simply lightsaber it open, spilling the bacta solution onto the floor and likely into the rest of the equipment.