Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[BaronNoir]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, you can only leave "For glory" a worse person than you enter and you sent a sith

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Yep, she's going to come out peppy, flirtatious, and an overly dramatic cosplayer, who will take very little in the real world seriously. She'll be Sith in name only.

 

[RoyalOlive]

I swear if toxic gaming make the Sith join light side I will fall of my chair laughing

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Join the light side? It'll make him fall further into the dark and evil depths of the dark side! His hate shall grow to know no bounds.

 

[DoomLordSteve]

The Vigil is god tier for its weight class. 255 meters with 3 Twin heavy turbolaser turrets, 3 Twin light turbolaser turrets, 3 Laser cannon turrets, 16 TIE fighters, and 2 Shuttles? Consider also making Carrack cruisers, they are cheap, kinda small (only 100m longer than the Vigil) while having very high survivability and firepower, and the Imperial version only needs 2 Pilots. As in those are the only people the ship needs.

Also note that not 1 ship in your fleets (excluding the crippled Lucrehulk) have heavy Turbolasers. This is a problem because much like with our Earth guns, Turbolaser power scales exponentially with the size of the gun. In fleet vs fleet combat you are not in a good position if the enemy has even a Dreadnaught.

 

[Yacov]

Also note that not 1 ship in your fleets (excluding the crippled Lucrehulk) have heavy Turbolasers. This is a problem because much like with our Earth guns, Turbolaser power scales exponentially with the size of the gun. In fleet vs fleet combat you are not in a good position if the enemy has even a Dreadnaught.

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Heavy Cruiser and above ships are the, most likely singular, Capital Ships for most Rebel Fleets. Fleets this far out in the Outer Rim probably only have a single Dreadnaught or Assault Frigate as their main ship, with the Mon Cala being a pipe dream at best. These will doing double duty as Heaviest Ship and Mobile Command Base for whatever Cell they are in.

These things will be nigh irreplaceable as stealing and repairing another one will probably take longer than the remaining Civil War. Which means it is going to be really funny when Minda makes every System Defense Fleet in the sector potentially capable of mission killing a Heavy Cruiser. Suddenly the list of safe places for a Rebel Fleet to go and attack gets quite smaller in Myto.

 

[XTheVoidSeekerX]

OH NO ITS A GAMER SITH!

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I'm going to laugh if or when they finally fight against rebels or something, they complain because "how dare they sent them to fight against NPCs of all things"

 

[Yacov]

Omake: The Bouncing Wastrels of Rolling Greens'

POV: Baronet Wes Telen, on the Telen Villa, an hour ride with Wes' JG-8 speeder from the farthest train station from the Rolling Greens' Nexus City, Minda, 0ABY

Wes lounged on his Shaak shaped bean bag with his friends. The Butter-Basted Land Shrimp having long cooled. Importing it from Kashyyyk was costly, but nothing the help filing a request to the Guild couldn't fix. The lull of the mid-afternoon sun affecting them all as they couldn't finish the dish.

"Oku my dear, tell the kitchen to fetch the Bespin Cloud Drops in case our guests get peckish."

"As you wish, Young Master."

The Klatooinian in an impeccable suit gave a bow. Having served multiple generations of the Telen family and Wes in particular long enough to know to take his time.

Really Oku was a dear. Knew his place in the household and managed the things beneath Wes' notice. Why if Oku weren't around, Wes might have to eat those vile dessert cubes he saw when touring an Imperial base last season on the family Patriotism Tour.

"Now where were we? I believe we were discussing the progress in your latest gallery Dolmo?"

The Snivvian perked up and her nostrils flared, as they always do when she's excited. A bit endearing back in her youth.

"Oh it went wonderfully. The guests at Accordia were lovely folk. A Major Councilor even discussed doing a family portrait for his family."

She must have shown her early work then. Poor Dolmo has been in a rut since her breakout on Coruscant all those years ago. The fact the Mindan elite appreciated it meant we were far enough away from the Core for those museum pieces to still be novel.

Really they should have stopped patronizing Dolmo. However, the Telen Family needed to maintain appearances with displays of largesse. Besides, Dolmo's habits were neither expensive nor excessive, so little harm done. Perhaps this wonderful scenery will reignite that spark she had in her younger years.

"And how about you Raza? That homegrown Shaak stable of yours doing well?"

Raza's gold eyes shifted a bit too quickly for decorum. Belying the base greed that drives the Arcona. The merchant had been letting the Welle Coporation's promotion to Consortium rank get to his head. Raza even began thinking he could participate in the august activity of owning a stable for Shaak racing, the fool.

"Quite well, quite well. The stable is coming together. Even came in third in the last race it partook in."

Third? I suppose that is adequate for minor races this far in the Outer Rim. Nothing compared to proper Telen stock. The Telen family had been breeding racing Shaaks for centuries.

Still this world was adequate for raising Shaak stock. Minimal industrialization unlike the Core kept the local feed nutritious. A passably competent Governor ensuring the riff raff stay out of business that is above their station in life.

Probably why Father had decided to build a ranch villa here and entrust its vital operation to Wes. That and there weren't any "requests" for additional funding. Why the dreadful stories he heard from some of his peers when they chose a poor location to purchase another estate.

"Speaking of Shaak racing, how is that adorable jockey Dratho doing Wes? He looked rather dashing taking the podium in the Mid Rim Derby last month."

Yes Dolmo, make your infatuation for the Anzellan more apparent why don't you? Really if it weren't for the biological differences, Wes would have kept him far away from Dolmo to keep anything scandalous from happening. Perhaps it would finally give the Telens a reason to cut the dead weight loose if something were to occur.

"Young Master dessert is served."

There is Oku with the save! He could kiss that canine faced mug for his impeccable timing.

"There isn't any salt in these, right Wes? Not looking for another trip to rehab any time soon."

"Why Raza I am insulted. What kind of host would I be if I didn't accommodate my guests' needs?"

It was even the truth. There were no salt in the treats. Yet. Father had no instructed Wes to make nice with the rising industrial class in this sector. That doesn't mean he couldn't keep a nice hook handy should the situation require.

"Also Young Master, it is time for your daily check in at the stables."

I could punch that ugly dog faced mutt! Bringing up work while I was entertaining my guests. Still one must attend to their duties even at the most inconvenient times.

"Fine, fine. Bring over the comlink."

It took no time at all for Oku to bring the ornate device to Wes' bean bag.

"Hello Bettie, how is the Ranch holding up?"

"Completely satisfactory, young master. The Shaaks are happy and Spacious Grin is in the third stage of her pregnancy."

"Splendid! Keep up the good work. Call you tomorrow."

Bettie is such a blessing. Wes couldn't imagine the mountains of extra work he would have to do without his BD-3000 droid. No one on this dirtball can fathom the arduousness of having to make a check in call every. single. day. Truly Wes Telen is the hardest working Zeltron in all of Minda!

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This Omake brought to you by asking myself kind of minor nobility and upper class Minda would attract and what unproductive nonsense they would get up to. If Dubrillion is a resort town and capital of the sector, Minda is that quaint little up and coming mountain town that suddenly attracted a bunch of rich people to build their mansions there.

Cross posted on SV and SB

 

[kentter]

What she was really worried about was what rebel Highcom had told her.

Minda was still off the list of targets, given the necessity of her station here, and the local Governor's distinctly un-Imperial style of governance.

Frankly speaking, there was no real reason to attack Minda. Unfortunately, some of the more radical elements didn't seem to understand that.

"For the last time, Minda is not a proper target. Your insistence on this topic is dangerous to the Alliance, Commander."

Before her was the hologram of a person. Their gender or even species was unidentifiable beneath the mess of rags, ramshackle armor plating and clothes they wore, their face covered by a heavy looking helmet.

Of course, they weren't the only ones hiding their identity here. Sidheth herself was wearing what passed for a uniform in the Rebel Alliance, along with a helmet and voice modulator. None of the individual pieces of the outfit were strange, but put together it hid her well.

"...You fail to understand something. The Scarred Hand is not a part of the Alliance. While you play at freedom fighter, offering such weak things as mercy to the Enemy, we do not. We shall burn the Empire to the ground, annihilate the very foundation upon which it stands. Minda is but the first."

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You know , I always thought it was a lost opportunity with the last Governor of the Edin system and the Rebels. If Las had been rendered unable to retaliate against the old Governor and his pirate buddies above the board becuase internel Imperial politics it would have been the perfect setting for low level under the table contact between Las and the Rebels. Something like the Rebels knock off the Edin Governor and Las turns a blind eye to Rebel traffic. So Las doesn't join the rebellion but they have a working understanding.

 

[SotF]

Sadly Gerrera and his unit are dead according to Rouge One but a splinter cell born from Gerrera's ideology is possible or even someone he mentored.

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Even in Legends, there were several groups that either splintered from the Alliance or just claimed a link that were nothing more than straight terrorists and/or pirates.

That used to be a big part of why Mareek Stele HATED the rebels, the planet he was from had been repeatedly raided by a supposed rebel group that then raided again when there was a plague issue, that raid had them steal the medication that had been shipped in to treat it and left a whole lot of people to die including Stele's family and the girl he'd loved.

It's not until one of the later novels that it's revealed that the group was just claiming to be part of the Alliance to the point that the rebels had also been tracking them down (I think Farlander mentioned it) with the later mission that used all of the ace pilots from the various games in one story set just after the NJO series.

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-53: Wood and Work

Commander Kaela Grant
Minda System, Ugea, Accordia

For the first time in a while, Kaela walked around the Mindan capital on foot. Without her armor or uniform.

Only her holdout pistol remained in her boot.

It was…strange.

It had been a week since her…breakdown…in the Governor's office, and her life had taken a turn for the strange.

The beast was still there. It still raged. But it was quieter now. Not by too much, but noticeable.

After the incident, she had started attending therapy sessions twice a week. They were strange.

She had expected a more medical setting. Or maybe something closer to the interrogation chambers she had herself used on more than one occasion.

Instead, the office had been warm in its color scheme, as had Dr. Botonski. He was an older, near elderly Pantoran, and his warm, calm demeanor had been odd.

Shaking her head, Kaela focused on the task at hand. At her last session a few days ago, the doctor had recommended she find something to do outside of her work, and that she tour the city she was in charge of protecting in a more casual setting for once.

So, here she was, in the city in freshly bought casual clothing wondering what in the name of the Empire she was going to do.

And so, she walked through the city from the early hours of the morning to the mid afternoon.

Kaela saw many things. Tried many shops, activities and the like, but none appealed to her. When she had been told this was a good idea, she had initially thought to approach it like a mission.

Identify the parameters. Scout the area. Find a suitable target. Engage.

Apparently, that was in violation of the idea of 'rest'. The beast grumbled.

She was almost in agreement with it.

Now, as she continued to walk throughout the lesser known parts of the city, she came across something more interesting than before.

See, Accordia was, for all intents and purposes, a fairly new city. It had existed for a while now, some 35 years or so, but the vast majority of its new buildings, roads, parks, institutions and more were built in the last two years.

Yet, the building she found herself in was different.

While Accordia was a varied city that held dozens if not hundreds of architectural styles, this one was clearly dated. A building quite clearly made of wood, and likely the oldest thing for miles.

It was squished between a few rotund, bright white stone buildings, made in the Lothal style.

Jutting out from the wall was a signpost that read 'Javier's Woodworking Emporium'.

Woodworking? It didn't sound particularly appealing, but neither had half of the other things she had tried today, so she decided to give it a go.

Walking inside, she was greeted by the scent of wood and dust. All around her sat wood carvings of various shapes and sizes. They depicted a million different things, from animals to full sized people to even ships!

Kaela was admirings the incredibly detailed Venator model when a voice reached her.

"You gonna buy something?"

Turning, she found herself face to face with an old, bearded man. His chocolate skin was covered in wrinkles, and his beard had what seemed to be wood shavings in it. This must be Javier.

"Apologies. I just noticed your store and wished to see what was in it." She responded, deciding to keep things polite. While his tone was not acceptable to an officer of the Empire, she wasn't here as an officer and he had no way of knowing.

"Hmph. If ya say so. Just don't keep window shopping if ya don't plan on buyin nothing." He responded, sending her a light glare but otherwise turning his attention to the front desk, where a small, unfinished statue stood. He took out a small knife and began to carve.

For the next few minutes, she continued to peruse the various carvings, noting the many, many details. From beasts of every kind to even a recreation of the building she was currently in, the man had very obviously put in an absurd amount of work into honing his craft over the years.

However, above all the things in his store, the one that caught her eye the most was the statue he was currently carving. While she couldn't tell what it was just yet, as he was still in an early stage, the process was mesmerizing.

Even as he cut away chunks of wood, it was not an act of destruction. It was ultimately an act of creation. Something she knew little about.

Eventually, he noticed.

"I repeat myself, young lady. You gonna buy something, or you just gonna stand there like a Rancor on a beach."

She coughed into her hand to hide her surprise, then fully turned to him.

"I just couldn't help but notice your carving. How long have you been doing this?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, but spoke regardless. "...Twenty years now, give or take."

Kaela nodded. "That explains the incredible amount of detail found on your models. Though, on this model of an E-11, there is a mistake here. The safety is on the wrong side, and a tad too large. Aside from that, it is a superb recreation."

The man was silent for a few seconds, before finally speaking. "...That's quite the attention to detail you got there."

She nodded, before a sudden hesitancy overcame her.

"...How does one go about…learning this craft?"

Now both his eyebrows were raised. "This ain't a learning center, girlie. I can teach ya, but it won't be easy, or cheap."

Kaela considered the offer for a moment. Woodworking intrigued her, undeniably.

"I have a strict schedule, but I could make time at least once a week for a few hours, if possible. And I have no doubt in my ability to pay you." The beast seemed to whine, the possibility of a hobby that didn't involve violence contradictory to its nature.

She shushed the insolent thing.

He contemplated this, before nodding in acceptance.

"Fine. Once a week, two hours, 700 credits per session. Got it?"

A nod.

"Good. First session is now. You got time and money?"

Another nod.

This time, he didn't respond, simply genturing to follow with his head, and heading into the back room.

As she followed, Kaela felt something rare. The kind of emotion that only ever reared its head when she got to fight.

Excitement.

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Jok Shiden
Kuat System, Kuat, Kuat City
One Month Post-Yavin

As Jok walked down the corridor towards his office, he considered his upcoming meeting.

He was the chief executive of Rothana Heavy Engineering, though he spent most of his time on Kuat.

After all, RHE was in the middle of nowhere, with no opportunities to rise up the ladder. Especially since RHE was bleeding KDY dry. No contracts of any worth, but a bevy of assets collecting dust.

A sinkhole where credits went to die.

Still, if he wanted to get into any position of prominence within the main company, he had to make some sort of profit from RHE. His superiors were already ordering him to either make it profitable or sell the assets.

The problem with that? All of RHE's assets are on Rothana, a planet in the middle of Wild Space. All the hyperspace lanes there are long and complicated, making travel to a from the planet a full week longer than normal.

Most companies that have the capital to purchase RHE assets make so much money that they would be losing it in the time it takes to make the deal itself.

So, it was quite the surprise to hear that someone wanted to purchase RHE assets. His secretary had sent him the details, some outer rim Governor of sorts.

He almost scoffed out loud. A Governor? And one from the Outer Rim as well? It made him want to laugh.

Still, there had been no other offers, so he had a meeting scheduled. On Kuat, of course, he wasn't going to spend three weeks on a ship for a useless meeting he would forget in a few hours.

Eventually, he reached the conference room, and stepped inside.

It was a spacious room, a long central table made of marble sat in the middle, overlooking a large window that spanned the length of the room. Outside, one could see the city sprawled out beneath them.

In one chair sat a woman with blue skin. He would've mistaken her for a Pantoran if not for the deep red eyes. Some lesser known rim species then. They didn't even have the respect to send a human representative!

Still, business was business, so he sat down.

"So, you're this Governor's representative, yes?"

She nodded slightly. "Correct. You may call me Oioro. I am here on behalf of Moff Hiral and Governor Mola."

A Moff? Now that was interesting. Could explain why they had the courage to approach this deal. Though whether they could make this worth his while was a different story indeed.

"I am Jok Shiden, Chief Executive of Rothana Heavy Engineering. Now, I have a bevy of better things to do with my time, so cut to the chase. What do you want from RHE?:

He was being blunt. This side of his personality was usually reserved for what few true friends he had and for when he was drunk off his rocker. However, considering the relative unimportance of the woman infront of him and her employers, he could comfortably act this way as a test of sorts.

After all, no one goes into a business meeting expecting the other side to be so rude, do they? It's quite often they get caught off guard.

Oioro didn't flinch at his attitude, however.

"My employers wish to purchase Rothana's shipyards."

That statement alone was enough for Jok to truly start paying attention.

"Those are incredibly expensive assets. You mean to tell me you can afford them?"

"That would depend on the price, sir."

He didn't hesitate.

"At least 30 billion credits, if not more."

Instead of replying, she slid a datapad over the table. On it was a list of individual assets, thousands of them, from individual items to the factories themselves. Each building or compound was organized into its own sublist of items and assets, with the value of each one listed next to the name.

It was detailed to the extreme, and around 200 pages long.

"From our own investigations, the total worth of all physical RHE assets comes to around 28 billion credits."

He leaned back slightly, partially from surprise, and partially to plan his next move. He came in here expecting an arrogant fool, but found a conniving snake instead.

"This will need to be checked, you understand?" He responded.

"Of course."

As he handed the pad over to one of his assistants, he revaluated his strategy. If these people were willing to put that much work into asset detailing (assuming they weren't lying), then they came here intending to win.

Unfortunately for them, he hated losing.

"Even if your assessment is accurate, there are still other factors to consider. The designs for example? Those alone are worth billions."

The alien simply nodded her head. "Perhaps. Though, given RHE's current state, most of those designs must be aging, correct?"

"Some, certainly. However, the Empire still maintains contracts for multiple types of ground vehicles and atmospheric ships. The LAAT/ie, for example, is a premier purchase for the Empire. Seen across Coruscant and many other worlds."

Once again, she nodded. "That is certainly true. However, is RHE truly profitable? These designs, for all their worth, don't seem to be keeping the company afloat, correct?"

He almost grimaced at that. The blue menace was right. RHE was bleeding credits, and the contracts only slowed down the flow.

"Be that as it may, the value of the designs is still valid, is it not? Failure in one place does not necessitate failure in another."

"Correct. However, my employers plan on selling to worlds in the Outer Rim. How likely are many outer rim planets to purchase many of these designs? It will be quite difficult to convince them, so purchasing them at full price seems unfair, no?"

Before he could respond, his assistant came back, and whispered into his ear. Without letting a drop of emotion show on his face, he dismissed them.

The data pad was right. They had cross-examined it with RHE's current records, and the information was near perfect.

RHE's physical assets were worth around 28 billion credits.

"The information was correct, yes?" The alien said, an infuriatingly calm smile on her face.

"...Yes." He hated to admit it, but lying to someone with that kind of investigative ability seemed a foolish endeavor.

Jok Shiden may be a man with many faults, that he will admit, but his sense of danger and self-preservation was among the best! And right now, they were telling him that this woman was most certainly more than meets the eye!

She pulls out a larger datapad of sorts, the kind he remembers having seen some office workers use sometimes.

Tapping at it, she turns the screen towards him.

"Now, we can confirm these credit values as true, correct?"

Jok gestured to his assistant, who connected his own datapad to the Chiss's own. After a few seconds, he confirmed the lists were identical, and the values true.

"So, with that in mind, we can start downsizing the purchase."

And downsize it she did. The factories, ships, blueprints, and so much more were left behind. The only things she left highlighted were the shipyards themselves, and one of the factories made for more sensitive electronic components.

"These are the only assets my employers are looking to purchase. As you can see here, the total value comes up to around 9.7 billion credits."

Again, she gave that infuriating smile, and again Jok suppressed the urge to snarl. After all, this was just the first meeting. There would be more chances to turn this around, and get more from this deal, or entice other buyers.

At least, that's what he hoped.
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[Tertius711]

Shipyards GET

 

[Robynthewitch]

She is going to rip him to pieces and get this at a fucking steal. The profits the Minda sector is going to make are going to send the guy into malding.

 

[Knight Sovereign]

Kaela considered the offer for a moment. Woodworking intrigued her, undeniably.

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"I've taken up carving wood as a mandatory recreational activity."

"Good." Surprisingly wholesome, he thinks.

The sculptures in question:

Spoiler: Behold the Art of an Imperial Commander!

"..."

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

Again, she gave that infuriating smile, and again Jok suppressed the urge to snarl. After all, this was just the first meeting. There would be more chances to turn this around, and get more from this deal, or entice other buyers.

At least, that's what he hoped.

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LMAO, bro there's no one else. And one thing that the Force likes to do, whether Light or Dark, is screw someone over for the funsies.

Also, yeah seeing the casual speciesism just happening really hammers in why the Empire is evil in many ways.

 

[Natelord28]

Poor fool

 

[Mistroz]

excellent chapter.

 

[Rustic]

My thoughts on chapter 51.

Okay i officially want a mug luke that as well. Maybe a different secondary color but still i want a mug like that

 

[Rustic]

Chapter 52.
Did we just see the start of a rising star will the sith become trash talking esports players.

 

[Rustic]

Chapter 53

That number is much smaller than i was expecting. The vicious business deal and back and forth nature. Could be a full chapter all on it own. Admittedly, i think even Freefaller couldn't make that discussion interesting enough i would want to read it.
I just think the ceo will have to really work to make the secretary willing to purchase more.

 

[sperance]

Jok, my man. Entering a meeting swinging your dick around only works if your dick is big.

 

[Yacov]

As she followed, Kaela felt something rare. The kind of emotion that only ever reared its head when she got to fight.

Excitement.

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At least her hobby will get people to not bother Grant. After all, would you try to bother Grant while she is holding a knife?

"That would depend on the price, sir."

He didn't hesitate.

"At least 30 billion credits, if not more."

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That opening bid is, insanely lower than the estimate in Chapter 50:

"That is correct. However, the plan is to negotiate for a staggered payment plan. As production of ships ramps up, Myto will see an unexpected economic resurgence, allowing for more capital to pay the fees quicker. While we have yet to enter negotiations, we estimate that the price will likely start at around 300 billion credits, though we could realistically reduce that by half through negotiation. Of course, this does not consider the cost of towing the structures."

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Las and the Moff were expecting to get offered 10X the amount to take the shipyards off their hands. And preparing to accept an offer of 5X the amount.

Guess that's why they sent Oioro, more than willing to keep cool in the face of those insane deals.

And downsize it she did. The factories, ships, blueprints, and so much more were left behind. The only things she left highlighted were the shipyards themselves, and one of the factories made for more sensitive electronic components.

"These are the only assets my employers are looking to purchase. As you can see here, the total value comes up to around 9.7 billion credits."

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The Moff and Las are going to be doing a very happy dance with those numbers. 1/30th of their initial cost estimate is beyond their wildest dreams.

Add in the express transportation costs:

"Yes sir. It was calculated that we could hire 3 teams of 3 for around 5 months to tow the berths, and then only two teams would be needed for the remaining two berths. A total cost of around 55,000,000 credits in total. Of course, the MSDF can provide the escorts as well."

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And Las' project is looking to be do a 150+ billion budget plan for about 9.8 billion if you add in other miscellaneous expenses. That's under 10 Billion credits with over 140 billion in unrealized costs for the Yearly Budget.

I imagine the Myto Sector's Yearly Budget report is going to make a few Imperial bureaucrats in the Core Worlds twist their necks in funny angles when they hear about it. Especially because it might be low enough that Myto can pay upfront without opting for the payment plan.

Again, she gave that infuriating smile, and again Jok suppressed the urge to snarl. After all, this was just the first meeting. There would be more chances to turn this around, and get more from this deal, or entice other buyers.

At least, that's what he hoped.

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Jok I am sorry to tell you this, but this deal with Oioro destroys any chance to sell the remaining RHE assets for anything but a pittance. The value of the RHE assets is in its collective value, what they are all worth together.

With Oioro taking the most valued parts of the company, the shipyards and the high end factories, what's left is going to be severely undervalued.

Factories out in Wild Space are going to be a hard sell for even the most ambitious buyer. Transportation costs, whether they buyer moves the factories or not, alone are going to tank the price.

The ships are going to lose value rapidly over the time it takes to find a buyer. Especially after losing the shipyards where you can do cheap maintenance on them. A canny ship buyer could bleed RHE dry for taking those ships off their hands.

The stocks of land vehicles don't suffer as much as the ships in terms of maintenance. However people are still going to have to find the specialized cargo space to ship them off world. You're better off doing a fire sale than hoping for someone willing to buy in bulk.

The production licenses are the ones most likely to retain value. However that value is more deeply tied to reputation, and with RHE circling the drain for a while those blueprints may sell for far less than Lok hopes. Especially after the buyers smell blood in the water after the Oioro deal.

A hopeful projection would be your 28 Billion in assets selling for 15 Billion including the 9.7 billion from Oioro's deal. With the more realistic projection being 12 billion. And that's assuming you can even find the buyers.

If Oioro is feeling especially cruel, she can show up later to the fire sale in a few months with the Minda trade fleet and 10 million credits ready to buy several billion credits worth of military and industrial equipment. The MSDF will already be in that direction to provide escort for the shipyards, and who doesn't love a good bargain?

 

[Introverted]

The production licenses are the ones most likely to retain value. However that value is more deeply tied to reputation, and with RHE circling the drain for a while those blueprints may sell for far less than Lok hopes. Especially after the buyers smell blood in the water after the Oioro deal.

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I think he knows this because no one was seriously putting up an offer.
He was hoping he can sell high but chances are he kinda needs to take this offer because its money now vs potential money later (maybe).

 

[Andrew1993]

Welp, heres wondering if, Las and minda are gunna end up aqquiring a significant amount of ships and equipment in a few months after RHE starts selling off remaining assets at bargain pricez

 

[Nikoli]

"After all, this was just the first meeting. There would be more chances to turn this around, and get more from this deal, or entice other buyers."

Murphy looks over, "mmm, let's stir the pot."

Assistant, "Sir the Kuat or Kuat wants an update on selling off Rothan assets. She says since you have a buyer unload everything on them for whatever you can get."
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Our favorite Governor, "What do you mean you purchased the entirety of RHE assets and personnel and the Star system for the cost of our initial bid for just the shipyards! Oh and they will be here in a month, start building more housing, NOW!"

 

[LordEdric]

You know, those LAAT designs going through Minda's mad scientist lab would become some gloriously over powered personal ships of some Moffs
Plus, I think it's time for Las to throw those poor guys a bone, they came to do their own SCIENCE but have been held back since the accident.

Laz is going to show up at the labs without his helmet, look all the scientists in the eye and say you free to mad science again, just remember to not kill someone by accident.

 

[Thundersmight94]

It would be cute to see an interaction between Kaela and her ward Usla, since she is in this point of vulnerability!

 

[Nikoli]

It would be cute to see an interaction between Kaela and her ward Usla, since she is in this point of vulnerability!

Click to shrink...

Just a plot point note. We never got a resolution on wether or not the kid went with that family the commander had found or stayed with her.

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Solar_High_Tide]

My first ever attempt at trying an omake. Please enjoy.

I'm imagining this Las to be one who made it to sector moff. He tried to do a runner the moment the emperor died, but got a big ole slap of shame and reality as he realized how much he came to care for the systems and people he put work into.

Basically, in this timeline, he's gone from: "I don't want to die because of stupid galactic politics" to "I don't want myself or the people under my care to die because of stupid galactic politics."

I'm aware that even with this allowance this is still to eye-catching for Las's personality, but once the idea came into my head I couldn't get it out.

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Omake: Armed Neutrality

Posted across the holonet in the days following the collapse of the Empire into the Imperial Remnants:

To all the esteemed Moffs of the Imperial Remnants and to all the distinguished Senators of the Alliance to Restore the Republic,

Kindly kriff off.

We of the Myto Sector have received your numerous appeals for us to honor ourselves by offering you Imperial supplication, or to free ourselves of oppression by tending ourselves to your Senatorial care - sent to us rarely by your own acclaimed hands but instead penned by some unpaid and uncared for intern.

We have heard well the Principles professed by Moffs, of the need to bring order and stability to a galaxy teething with Ruinous Anarchy. We have heard well the Ideals professed by Senators, that an ocean of blood must be spent to wet the Tree of Liberty so we might one day be fit to sit in its shade.

To this, let me inform a candid galaxy: Principles and Ideals are pyramid schemes, sold by the rich and egotistical to the destitute and downtrodden, invented so the elite may feel glorious and moral as they send others to die in their place - for the advancement of their power and their own goals.

The Great Question of our times - that which burns in the hearts of uncounting sentients with the fervor of a thousand suns - is whether we will be ruled by some tyrannical Moffs who live in far offworld palaces, or whether we will be ruled by some thoughtless Senators who live in far offworld penthouses.

To this, We of the Myto Sector, have decided we would be happily ruled by our own selves for our own purposes. So to all the gracious offers we have recieved, be certain of our refusal.

We are aware that to many this declaration might seem foolish and shortsighted. Indeed, the galaxy is teeming with fleets and warships uncounting, as well as callous men and women eager to put them to use. What hope could the tiny Myto Sector have of victory against them? None.

But we can make our defeat hurt.

We will not pledge ourselves to die in far off worlds, killing men and women we have no quarrel with, for the benefits of unseen masters. But our own homes, our own families, and our own livelihoods? This we'll defend. With a zeal and purpose unmatched in the history of the galaxy, ancient or current. Enough damage will be wrought in our downfall that the next time war comes against our conquerors - a certainty in times such as these - they will be the ones too weak to resist.

So to all you Carrion Lords of the Galaxy - whether cloaked in Imperial red or Republic blue - consider carefully just how necessary our tiny sector is to your ambitious plans, and take a moment to do the smart thing. Let someone else try first.

Kind regards, and also fuck you,

Las Mola in unanimous declaration with The People of the Myto Sector.

 

[vtkun]

thanks for the chapter

 

[RedDeadShyguy]

Seems a tad out of character for Las, I presume this was someone overhearing him muttering about the current situation and decided to take some liberties, kind of how a certain group of knights decided on dealing with this "troublesome priest" the king was on about.