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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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hmm this inquisitor seems far more aware then most others of his kind, not lost to the dark side or drunk off it. Which means if he gets any kind of actual training he will be very dangerous.
Wonder if he will play a bigger part in the story in the future.
Wonder if he will play a bigger part in the story in the future.
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Staying around Minda would certainly help. Being weaned off the Dark Side overindulgence would do wonders for Seventh Brother's mental faculties. A Sith with their mental faculties is way more dangerous long term than one who is Dark Side drunk.
A Sith with a functional brain is smart enough to start building a power base outside the individual. Which Minda and Edin might make for a good start. A Sith's expenses shouldn't strain Las' budget too much. As long as they don't do one of their obscenely expensive rituals or projects.
Having a Sith "on side" does wonders for intimidating lower ranking Imperials and pirates. As long as you don't attract any other Sith's attention.
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Kinda feel like someone is gunna start wondering if las was failed out of the academy on purpose to try and get rid of him after all look at what hes acomplished as governor
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I honestly dont see him being happy about it, expecting to be undermining him and sych at any time, no guarantee she end up there either
To be more specific i cant see any real reconcilliation since the woman threatened to send him to a near certain death in imperial infantry
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Considering she's a Tarkin loyalist of some renown? I don't think she's surviving Yavin.
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I could be wrong but isn't Las's mother the leader of the Imperial academy on Eriadu?
Why would she be on the Death Star when it gets destroyed?
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Because shes a Tarkin loyalist and is highly competent, so its likely she'll be offered the prestigious offering of either, A working aboard it, or B seeing it on its maiden voyage.
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Hilariously I'd argue Las is still lacking the qualifications to graduate from an Imperial Academy. Much less an officer course as any self-respecting Imperial Leader should, even without considering corruption. His ability to effectively govern and do paperwork would be considered, at best, a tertiary and minor concern to graduating.
Imperial education's primary concern in its students is loyalty to the New Order and embracing Imperial ideology. Palpatine was looking for a "loyalty first" military, if you can't meet this requirement you're out of the school and into the nearest reeducation camp.
Imperial education's secondary concern is physical fitness in all its students regardless of the chosen course. Doesn't matter how much pencil pushing you can do if you can't do enough push ups. That your species lacks the physical anatomy to do push ups is irrelevant.
So Las' record of "moral concerns" and "lacking in physical qualifications" could still be considered valid. One could find evidence in how Las managed to get himself critically injured in what the Empire would deem a low conflict zone and his willingness to accept "undesirable elements" in his jurisdiction. The expulsion would still appear on paper to be completely justified.
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Wow, when you put it that way, I'm sold. Better for Las to have been expelled no matter what. It would be amusing if, despite Las wanting to keep a low enough profile, he manages to become a Moff at the very least in spite of never graduating. Didn't need no fancy Imperial Academy to rise up the ranks, in spite of all Las's efforts to not actually do that. Failing upwards at its finest.
Chp-40: Busywork and MECHS!
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Chp-40: Busywork and MECHS!
Standing at the wideview window of my office in Edin, I looked over the city. Where there was once a field of highrises that dropped down into slums, there was now a myriad of mixed development neighborhoods.
Apartment buildings and businesses sprung up like worms during the rain, parks and plazas breaking up the sea of new buildings. Development was still ongoing, evidenced by the construction ships and sites visible across the city, but things were far better.
New schools had been built, businesses from Minda had been invited to expand in order to help jumpstart the local economy. And with the retrofitting of the former Belt Haven into a trade station almost finished, a new influx of merchants would start flowing in.
In fact, many already were. Miners especially wanted to stake new claims in the belts and planets dotting the system. However, for all that the newly named city of Edinspire and its planet, Highreach, were mostly free of criminals and pirates, the rest of the system was not.
The defense fleet kept the largest pirate fleets and raider warlords at bay, but was stretched too thin to defend from the myriad of smaller bands. Thankfully, the Guild existed, and a new influx of mercenaries and their companies allowed these new prospectors to seek fortune in peace.
Turning away from the window, I sat down at my desk. On my terminal were the plans for Edin in the coming months.
While the Commander and the Inquisitor dealt with the Wretches, I would be focusing on making Edin profitable. Not too profitable, of course, but it was a drain on resources that could not be excused for too long a period of time.
Thankfully, there was an abundance of potential resources to exploit. In the Edin system, there were 4 planets and 6 moons. The asteroid belt was small, to the point that it would not be economical to bring out the same setup that Minda had, with a space based refinery.
Instead, the name of the game was strip mining. Edin 1 was far too hot, and the equipment necessary to operate in such conditions was more expensive than it was worth. Edin 3 and 4, on the other hand, were far better.
Edin 3 had a massive scar on one of its sides. There was little indication as to what caused it, but it made for an easy way to access deeper seated ores. The prospecting teams sent out there found traces of Zersium, a key component in the production of Durasteel. I had authorized the building of a mining outfit there, to extract the ore. It would be stockpiled for now, as an in house refinery was built on Highreaches moon.
Once I started selling refined Zersium, it would provide Edin with a steady supply of credits. Thankfully, Zersium is far from the rarest of materials, and since I've had the size of the vein smudged, I can avoid too much attention.
Aside from that, there were a dozen or more projects either in the works or on queue to begin all across the system. Everything from new militia centers to transportation networks, settlement pushes to an immigration policy that had been established, diverting the people that were usually sent to Minda to Edin, in order to create a larger working population and drive up the number of businesses.
At that moment, as I organized these projects and flipped through the paperwork, another alert came across my terminal.
Apparently, the Commander and Inquisitor had been doing better at tracking the Wretches than I thought. And, they had discovered some interesting things.
The Wretches themselves were powerful, but apparently some Force users of some kind had used unknown rituals or artifacts to make them invisible to both the eye and sensors. It was what allowed them to lie in wait for patrols.
However, the perpetrators had to be nearby to both keep up the spell, and transport any of the creatures away. That was how the Inquisitor was able to track them, by following their Force signature as they made their retreat.
So far, multiple bases had been discovered across the Dala Canyon range. They were hoping to find as many as possible before attacking them in one fell swoop like the Commander had in the initial attacks on Highreach.
AnnoyanceHunger
I gave the large rat a heaping of side eye.
"You got a treat like ten minutes ago, how are you hungry again?"
A purr. Begging
"Begging, huh? Where did that imperious little shit go, ay?" I say, trying not to laugh as Mugwuffin hits the puppy eyes.
"Not gonna work. Now, if you won't beha-"
Before I can admonish the overgrown snake, Oioro walks in, datapad in hand.
"Sir" she starts, giving Mugwuffin the slightest of smiles. "The new fiscal quarter has just started, and the R&D teams are eager for their first tournament theme."
I hummed. "Let's give them something on the smaller side. LECA's have been getting used more and more as time goes on. And with more and more mercenaries, how bout selling some? Specifically, lighter weight variants. The theme for this quarter is a security variant of the LECA. It must be lightly armored, smaller, and more affordable. This should be more than enough to motivate them."
She nodded, typing out a few things on her PDA. As she did, my gaze drifted back towards the window, worry starting to claw at my mind.
The year was nearing its end. In just three months, 0BBY would start, the Commandant would come knocking, and the Galactic Civil War would truly begin.
It terrified me. The potential end to this journey. My retirement, my villa on some mid rim world, my aesthetically pleasing library! All the things I wanted would be out of my reach because one force or another decided to splash me with a dose of death.
ComfortHappinessSaftey
I sighed, scratching Mugwuffin as she jumped into my lap. She was no small creature, but I was used to it by now.
I could only hope things went well.
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Commander Kaela Grant
Edin System, Highreach, Imperial Garrison Base, 17 Miles from Edinspire
For all that she had been feeling cooped up and useless these past few months, Kaela felt excited. Like a small child.
She imagined this was what Usla felt when Kaela had bought her that stuffed toy Mugwuffin.
As the Gozanti lowered itself onto the landing pad to deliver supplies, her eyes locked onto one crate in particular.
Watching with vivid eyes as a team of LECA-T's(Transport variant) used their two shoulder mounted tractor beams to detach and manipulate the cargo pods.
Eventually, they dismounted the stark white crate, the Imperial R&D logo stamped on the side.
"Open this one first." she commanded, the excitement welling up inside her.
As they did, she almost squealed. Within the crate stood two LECA models.
As they unfurled, her eyes raked over them, absorbing every detail.
One was smaller than average, covered in sleek armor panels, painted completely black with red accents. Instead of the normal back mounted modules, it held a round engine and 4 long, thin repulsor lift wings, folded. Attached to its arm was a small projectile launcher, while a long blade of some kind was strapped to its waist. A tri-barreled repeater blaster was attached to the other arm, a red number 7 emblazoned on its torso.
This wasn't her LECA, no. It was the Inquisitors, who had apparently sent in a very odd request. She could already see the flaws. For all that it was faster and lighter, its lack of armor would give it a disadvantage as it was still a larger target than most. Even with the shield generator to compensate, she had her doubts. However, the Inquisitor was a Force user, capable of utilizing the Whirlwind to its maximum potential. He likely has a way to utilize such an unwieldy weapon in an effective way.
Behind the sleek, thin body of the Inquisitors armor was a much bulkier monstrosity of metal that she couldn't help but sigh at.
Standing multiple feet above the average LECA frame, her beast of a mech was large. It held a large amount of armor, improved shield generators, and a larger cockpit. Four arms branched out of the torso. The top two held multiple weapons, each strapped to a different side, keeping the hands free. The bottom two arms held large ballistic shields, integrated with smaller shield generators. This allowed the metallic beast to continue to shield itself, even after its normal generators went down.
On its back sat a variety of longer range projectile launchers. However, with all this weight, it came equipped with a repulsorlift backpack as well. Unlike the Inquisitor's suit, hers could not fly, but could pick up good speed when hovering.
And, unlike the Inquisitors suit, hers was effective without the Force. The variety of weapons allowed her to bring to bear an advancing wall of death, the redundant shields giving her more forward facing armor than a tank, all with just her in the pilot's seat.
Of course, she could recognize that for all its power and effectiveness, it was not feasible on a larger scale. It was more expensive than necessary, and it would be more economical to build tanks, but it was hers. Her very own walking death machine.
Now, she only had name it, and practice with it, to be ready for the all out assault on the cult.
A near maniacal grin spread across her face, nearby port workers and troopers inching away from the aura of bloodlust infecting the area.
She would get her blood.
No matter what.
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Hi there folks! Had a Seventh Brother POV planned but it's getting late and I have to get up earlier tomorrow to drop my little brother off at school. Honestly, relegating POV's to the next chapter is happening a little more often than I like. Probably gonna start writing earlier in the day.
Anyways, I decided that it was high time Kaela got her own mech. The idea was based on this image somewhat. The LECA tech isn't advanced enough for her to pull off the whole lithe apex predator thing, like a panther, at least not with the smoothness Seventh can with his Force shenanigans. But, she can pull the return to monke and just get a bigger, badder piece of metal death.
And both of these custom LECA variants, referred to as LECA-Ad for Advanced, need names.
As always, feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Standing at the wideview window of my office in Edin, I looked over the city. Where there was once a field of highrises that dropped down into slums, there was now a myriad of mixed development neighborhoods.
Apartment buildings and businesses sprung up like worms during the rain, parks and plazas breaking up the sea of new buildings. Development was still ongoing, evidenced by the construction ships and sites visible across the city, but things were far better.
New schools had been built, businesses from Minda had been invited to expand in order to help jumpstart the local economy. And with the retrofitting of the former Belt Haven into a trade station almost finished, a new influx of merchants would start flowing in.
In fact, many already were. Miners especially wanted to stake new claims in the belts and planets dotting the system. However, for all that the newly named city of Edinspire and its planet, Highreach, were mostly free of criminals and pirates, the rest of the system was not.
The defense fleet kept the largest pirate fleets and raider warlords at bay, but was stretched too thin to defend from the myriad of smaller bands. Thankfully, the Guild existed, and a new influx of mercenaries and their companies allowed these new prospectors to seek fortune in peace.
Turning away from the window, I sat down at my desk. On my terminal were the plans for Edin in the coming months.
While the Commander and the Inquisitor dealt with the Wretches, I would be focusing on making Edin profitable. Not too profitable, of course, but it was a drain on resources that could not be excused for too long a period of time.
Thankfully, there was an abundance of potential resources to exploit. In the Edin system, there were 4 planets and 6 moons. The asteroid belt was small, to the point that it would not be economical to bring out the same setup that Minda had, with a space based refinery.
Instead, the name of the game was strip mining. Edin 1 was far too hot, and the equipment necessary to operate in such conditions was more expensive than it was worth. Edin 3 and 4, on the other hand, were far better.
Edin 3 had a massive scar on one of its sides. There was little indication as to what caused it, but it made for an easy way to access deeper seated ores. The prospecting teams sent out there found traces of Zersium, a key component in the production of Durasteel. I had authorized the building of a mining outfit there, to extract the ore. It would be stockpiled for now, as an in house refinery was built on Highreaches moon.
Once I started selling refined Zersium, it would provide Edin with a steady supply of credits. Thankfully, Zersium is far from the rarest of materials, and since I've had the size of the vein smudged, I can avoid too much attention.
Aside from that, there were a dozen or more projects either in the works or on queue to begin all across the system. Everything from new militia centers to transportation networks, settlement pushes to an immigration policy that had been established, diverting the people that were usually sent to Minda to Edin, in order to create a larger working population and drive up the number of businesses.
At that moment, as I organized these projects and flipped through the paperwork, another alert came across my terminal.
Apparently, the Commander and Inquisitor had been doing better at tracking the Wretches than I thought. And, they had discovered some interesting things.
The Wretches themselves were powerful, but apparently some Force users of some kind had used unknown rituals or artifacts to make them invisible to both the eye and sensors. It was what allowed them to lie in wait for patrols.
However, the perpetrators had to be nearby to both keep up the spell, and transport any of the creatures away. That was how the Inquisitor was able to track them, by following their Force signature as they made their retreat.
So far, multiple bases had been discovered across the Dala Canyon range. They were hoping to find as many as possible before attacking them in one fell swoop like the Commander had in the initial attacks on Highreach.
AnnoyanceHunger
I gave the large rat a heaping of side eye.
"You got a treat like ten minutes ago, how are you hungry again?"
A purr. Begging
"Begging, huh? Where did that imperious little shit go, ay?" I say, trying not to laugh as Mugwuffin hits the puppy eyes.
"Not gonna work. Now, if you won't beha-"
Before I can admonish the overgrown snake, Oioro walks in, datapad in hand.
"Sir" she starts, giving Mugwuffin the slightest of smiles. "The new fiscal quarter has just started, and the R&D teams are eager for their first tournament theme."
I hummed. "Let's give them something on the smaller side. LECA's have been getting used more and more as time goes on. And with more and more mercenaries, how bout selling some? Specifically, lighter weight variants. The theme for this quarter is a security variant of the LECA. It must be lightly armored, smaller, and more affordable. This should be more than enough to motivate them."
She nodded, typing out a few things on her PDA. As she did, my gaze drifted back towards the window, worry starting to claw at my mind.
The year was nearing its end. In just three months, 0BBY would start, the Commandant would come knocking, and the Galactic Civil War would truly begin.
It terrified me. The potential end to this journey. My retirement, my villa on some mid rim world, my aesthetically pleasing library! All the things I wanted would be out of my reach because one force or another decided to splash me with a dose of death.
ComfortHappinessSaftey
I sighed, scratching Mugwuffin as she jumped into my lap. She was no small creature, but I was used to it by now.
I could only hope things went well.
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Commander Kaela Grant
Edin System, Highreach, Imperial Garrison Base, 17 Miles from Edinspire
For all that she had been feeling cooped up and useless these past few months, Kaela felt excited. Like a small child.
She imagined this was what Usla felt when Kaela had bought her that stuffed toy Mugwuffin.
As the Gozanti lowered itself onto the landing pad to deliver supplies, her eyes locked onto one crate in particular.
Watching with vivid eyes as a team of LECA-T's(Transport variant) used their two shoulder mounted tractor beams to detach and manipulate the cargo pods.
Eventually, they dismounted the stark white crate, the Imperial R&D logo stamped on the side.
"Open this one first." she commanded, the excitement welling up inside her.
As they did, she almost squealed. Within the crate stood two LECA models.
As they unfurled, her eyes raked over them, absorbing every detail.
One was smaller than average, covered in sleek armor panels, painted completely black with red accents. Instead of the normal back mounted modules, it held a round engine and 4 long, thin repulsor lift wings, folded. Attached to its arm was a small projectile launcher, while a long blade of some kind was strapped to its waist. A tri-barreled repeater blaster was attached to the other arm, a red number 7 emblazoned on its torso.
This wasn't her LECA, no. It was the Inquisitors, who had apparently sent in a very odd request. She could already see the flaws. For all that it was faster and lighter, its lack of armor would give it a disadvantage as it was still a larger target than most. Even with the shield generator to compensate, she had her doubts. However, the Inquisitor was a Force user, capable of utilizing the Whirlwind to its maximum potential. He likely has a way to utilize such an unwieldy weapon in an effective way.
Behind the sleek, thin body of the Inquisitors armor was a much bulkier monstrosity of metal that she couldn't help but sigh at.
Standing multiple feet above the average LECA frame, her beast of a mech was large. It held a large amount of armor, improved shield generators, and a larger cockpit. Four arms branched out of the torso. The top two held multiple weapons, each strapped to a different side, keeping the hands free. The bottom two arms held large ballistic shields, integrated with smaller shield generators. This allowed the metallic beast to continue to shield itself, even after its normal generators went down.
On its back sat a variety of longer range projectile launchers. However, with all this weight, it came equipped with a repulsorlift backpack as well. Unlike the Inquisitor's suit, hers could not fly, but could pick up good speed when hovering.
And, unlike the Inquisitors suit, hers was effective without the Force. The variety of weapons allowed her to bring to bear an advancing wall of death, the redundant shields giving her more forward facing armor than a tank, all with just her in the pilot's seat.
Of course, she could recognize that for all its power and effectiveness, it was not feasible on a larger scale. It was more expensive than necessary, and it would be more economical to build tanks, but it was hers. Her very own walking death machine.
Now, she only had name it, and practice with it, to be ready for the all out assault on the cult.
A near maniacal grin spread across her face, nearby port workers and troopers inching away from the aura of bloodlust infecting the area.
She would get her blood.
No matter what.
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Hi there folks! Had a Seventh Brother POV planned but it's getting late and I have to get up earlier tomorrow to drop my little brother off at school. Honestly, relegating POV's to the next chapter is happening a little more often than I like. Probably gonna start writing earlier in the day.
Anyways, I decided that it was high time Kaela got her own mech. The idea was based on this image somewhat. The LECA tech isn't advanced enough for her to pull off the whole lithe apex predator thing, like a panther, at least not with the smoothness Seventh can with his Force shenanigans. But, she can pull the return to monke and just get a bigger, badder piece of metal death.
And both of these custom LECA variants, referred to as LECA-Ad for Advanced, need names.
As always, feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
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It will probably earn him a lot of respect from the lower ranked imperials & civies when the warlord era comes along since he and his would be the image of everything the empire claimed to be (a peaceful and propserous society), opening opportunities for annexing sectors dissatisfied with the imperial incompetence but not quite rebel aligned
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The inquisitor's mech could be Wrath of Korriban, or something like Impetus Rex
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Well now she has to name it Sundowner.
She fucking loves war, she wants to fucking kill people for money, and destroy cultures and history Las
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May your hunt be fruitful, Commander Grant!
May the blood of the Governor's enemies wet your blade, teeth, fingers, and blasters.
May you bring security and peace wherever you go in the name of Governor Mola.
Ah, Las...
Tis is life and the Force at play.
Your desired retirement will come waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay later.
May the blood of the Governor's enemies wet your blade, teeth, fingers, and blasters.
May you bring security and peace wherever you go in the name of Governor Mola.
Ah, Las...
Tis is life and the Force at play.
Your desired retirement will come waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay later.
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There are Mugwuffin plushies, who has the licensing rights?
Does Las know this?
If Mugwuffin knows, then the smugness must be stifling.
Does Las know this?
If Mugwuffin knows, then the smugness must be stifling.
swtoring
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Las after the rat took it too far that one time: That is it you rat, I'm turning you into a marketable plushie!
Darth Mugwuffin: HorrorDread
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My only potential issue with the tournament idea for curating ideas from his engineers/scientists is that you have to assume all his researchers share similar or overlapping specialties.
I mean at biologist certainly can't be expected to contribute to the LECA design for instance.I am probably just overthinking a minor detail when this is the Star Wars universe.
It is nice to see Grant so happy for her walking death machine.
I mean at biologist certainly can't be expected to contribute to the LECA design for instance.I am probably just overthinking a minor detail when this is the Star Wars universe.
It is nice to see Grant so happy for her walking death machine.
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My favorite girl is Grant.
Imagine our protagonist, trying and miserably failing get rid of her in a series of ever escalating events that see them at the altar.
Imagine our protagonist, trying and miserably failing get rid of her in a series of ever escalating events that see them at the altar.
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Oookay... Why would an inquisitor use a mecha, what purpose does it fullfill for him? Speed? Just use a speeder bike or a TIE. Firepower? He is a force sensitive trained with lightsaber. I could see Vader being cross with him here for using this "technological achivement" and "underestimating power of the Force". This is all a bit silly.