Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[paxus22]

I cant see the senate being replaced , after all the parties/ committees in the background decide policy not the figureheads so nothing will change apart from how obvious you go about it.

Also las debts give him leverage in the NR senate because once demilitarization starts the shipyards go from 3000% above water to like 15-40, they are goanna want las steady on time payments with interest. he will suddenly become important. (at least until the payment is completed)

and if I remember correctly is las supplying corelila with supplies ,since it had trouble getting elsewhere? once the NR rises alot of business will vanish for shipyards so las may be a lifeline even if temporary.

Last point is if Las stays defensive the NR will want to leave him alone.
the NR has no will to fight ,the rebellion may of but the NR does not.


too many possibilities though depending how much of legends or cannon is chosen by author.

 

[Crazy7809]

But no small part of him executing them comes down to them bossing him around and wasting his time, so Las decides it would be best to put Vader on work that he would consider worthwhile and productive. He would this put together a list of various targets his intelligence networks have identified, such as pirates, criminal rings, violent rebels and dissidents and slavers.

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That or, if he asks what Vader feels he's good at, so as to put the scary Sith on an assignment he enjoys, throw him at engineering problems. Vader would love some of the crazy shit Midna's engineering teams get up to and, when free, may send a few projects their way.

 

[Heidao]

Was playing a bit of the Interregnum mod for Sins of Solar Empire, and it came to me

Does he not have any Golan defense platforms? I know he has those small stations with patrol ships attached to them but I don't think he has any dedicated defensive structures for his worlds.

Hm, perhaps get R&D to work on giant repulsor cannons to simulate the MAC platforms from Halo. Essentially pressing "WUMBO" on their established kinetic AA weapons for larger ships, with readily available and scalable tech

 

[theoretisch cool]

Was playing a bit of the Interregnum mod for Sins of Solar Empire, and it came to me

Does he not have any Golan defense platforms? I know he has those small stations with patrol ships attached to them but I don't think he has any dedicated defensive structures for his worlds.

Hm, perhaps get R&D to work on giant repulsor cannons to simulate the MAC platforms from Halo. Essentially pressing "WUMBO" on their established kinetic AA weapons for larger ships, with readily available and scalable tech

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I seem to recall that he didn't build them for fear the sector moff would seize them. But now that he's the moff himself, there's nothing stopping him from spamming Golan.

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-88

1.8ABY

I wanted to be happy to return to Ugea. For all that it had been the site of so much stress, it had grown on me.

It helped that the capital actually looked nice instead of being a monolith to corruption. There's only so many buildings you can gild until it becomes a pain in the ass.

The reason I wasn't happy being back there was simple. I had nearly 500 idiots on my doorstep after all.

Regardless, I decided to meet with the mob of fools on Imperial Island. I had a particular show planned for them.

Inside the tower, on the fourth floor, there was a large auditorium.

I stood at the stage's podium, overlooking the crowd as they shuffled in, bleary eyed and annoyed. It was 5 in the morning, after all, and they'd been woken far before what they were used to.

Their bland uniforms blended together in a greyish-blackish blob of boring simplicity as they moved to take a seat. I'd be insulted at the Imperial fashion sense if not for the fact that I wore the same uniform.

I think Garp is rubbing off on me.

Agreement

Once they'd finished sitting down, I started speaking.

"Hello there. My name is Las Mola, newly appointed Moff of the Myto sector. Now, as Moff, I am a very busy man. I have an entire sector to run, after all."

As I spoke, my eyes scanned the crowd. Their faces conveyed mixed emotions overall.

Some were scared, others curious. But there was one emotion that prevailed amongst the majority.

Boredom.

"However, it seems that you all have decided that whatever problems you have brought to bear before me are worthy of my personal time and attention. So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to listen to each and every one of these statements. I will then decide if it is worthy of my attention. None are leaving this room until all of these are dealt with."

Now I had their attention. Before anyone could complain, I started speaking, PDA set on the podium and files open.

"Thrax Ulgon. Your complaint has to do with the recent administrative changes?"

The man with greying hair and a landing pad for a forehead in the 3rd row was visibly frightened, but stood up anyways, eyes filled with resolve.

"Y-yes sir. The recent changes have led to the new administrators cracking down on water filter purity, among other things. The problem is, sir, that in many places if the water purity is above a certain percentage it strips local water sources of vital minerals needed for the local agriculture."

Hmm…I checked his file, which corroborated his story. An actual reason to be here. Wild.

"Your complaint is valid. My secretary will inform the proper departments and have this problem rectified. Now please sit down."

He complied, confused as to why he had to stay but unwilling to ask questions.

Next on the list… "Jandrei Wiem. State your complaint."

The next man to stand was younger. His posture was relaxed, his mouth pulled into a slight smirk.

He had a very punchable face.

"Moff Mola, I come before you today to speak of the recent administrative changes. They were quite…radical, I believe. Myself and many here today are of the understanding that this must have been some sort of…mistake, yes? After all, you are new to the position, and the world of governance as well, so it is expected. Of course, we would be more than willing to offer some sort of monetary assistance in rectifying this mistake. After all, we would hate to leave a new friend out to dry, yes?"

Was he stupid? Looking into his eyes, I could tell he fully believed he would get away with this.

Instead of responding as he expected, I took a look at the files on my PDA.

"Over a dozen charges of bribery and collusion with criminal elements. Five counts of possession of illegal spice. Two charges of extrajudicial murder."

Jandrei froze, his smirk stuck on his face as the rest of the room seemed to quiet in sheer shock.

"This amounts to either a life sentence in prison, or death. Choose."

He finally seems to find his wits. "But-!"

"Choose."

The trooper closest to him shifts, blaster at the ready. Jandrei realizes the situation he's in. Surrounded by weapons.

Not a single person stands up for him.

"P-prison…" he says meekly, sitting back down.

Good. Satisfaction fills me for a second, just one. Then disgust. It's a quiet thing, but it's there. I've just given a man a life sentence. I did so with evidence, yes, and within a legal system, yes. But it still disgusted me.

Because I didn't have to provide proof. I could've very easily had everyone here shot. I have that power. And so do over a thousand other Moffs across the galaxy. A thousand little tyrants.

There's a reason everyone cheered for the rebels.

I rip myself from the depths of my mind with a sip of hot chocolate, and continue down the list.

One after another, names are called. Crimes are listed. Sentences meted out. Every now and again, multiple people are named at once. Those whose crimes were so intertwined, they were sentenced as one.

It happened more often than I was comfortable with, but I suppose that Jandrei had been right. Most of the people here were here together, to exert political pressure en mass.

Even rarer than the groups, however, were the mostly innocent. Those few who were here either to make a legitimate complaint regarding the purge or because they wanted to suck up to me. The former, I answered their questions and directed them to the appropriate departments.

The latter, I responded to their flattery by having any "donations" or "gifts" classified as bribery. Those who didn't have a gift I let slide.

This went on for hours.

Around mid-day, some seven hours in, I turned to Kaela. She'd decided that the gaggle of corrupt whack-jobs I was tearing apart might hide an assassin of some sort, and that she had to be here.

"Commander. It's around lunch time. You and your troops should go take your breaks. Just make sure to send up a replacement squad."

Kaela turned to me. "Sir, me and my troopers are trained for endurance. We can stand as long as we're needed."

I resisted the urge to laugh. "Commander, I helped write the local labor laws. I legally can't make you work more than 8 hours without any sort of break. Go eat lunch already. Oh, and have the replacement squad bring me up a sandwich, please."

My stomach grumbled loudly, much to my annoyance.

"Make that two sandwiches. I forgot to eat breakfast."

She didn't argue this time, knowing my stance on these things. Instead, she called up a replacement squad, and left as soon as they arrived. Once I had a sandwich in hand, I took a bite.

"Never been happier to invest in a proper on site kitchen than I am right now. Anyhow…"

I turn back to the group, weariness, hunger and a general aura of fear lingering about them.

"...let's continue."

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In total, it had taken 13 hours and 43 minutes to deal with all 500 people there. I had hoped to keep it closer to 12 hours, or roughly 1.5 minutes per person, but many had committed so many crimes that the lists took 2 minutes at least.

By the end, they were hungry, tired, and fearful. Once it was all over, the criminals were arrested, and the innocent were let go. I could've let them go after they'd spoken, but I felt it would have a more lasting impact if they stayed and watched the whole thing.

Now they would spread stories of it. Helps reinforce the image and such.

As for me, my legs felt like shit. My exercise routine had softened due to time constraints recently, what with all the work, but I thought I did enough cardio to handle it. Seems that I didn't.

Regardless, I was back in my office once more, reclining in the comfort of my chair. It was an expensive, comfortable thing confiscated from some rich tycoon's penthouse on Edin. Darna had gifted it to me after seeing my previous chair and calling it, quote 'an affront to the spines of bureaucrats everywhere'.

With that whole fiasco finished, I had more work to get to. And first on the list was the Guild.

The Guild was now in a strange position. It was still an optional, membership based organization that was backed by the Empire. Yet, one of its member systems was now also run by the Moff of the sector.

That created a power imbalance that hadn't been there before. Sure, as the creator of the Guild I had more influence, but no actual legal power over them. No longer.

Yet, at the same time, the Minda system needs the Guild. Like the other Guild member systems, it benefits too much to be able to keep up its productivity and prosperity without it.

So I had to make a simple choice. A new Governor. It hurt, in a way, as I'd gotten used to the title. But it had to be done.

I sent the order along the chain to find possible candidates. The only real requirements being that they had to be a local. A Council member would work, though they would have to demonstrate a lack of favorability towards any one part of the system.

After that, I read through the HAVEN report sent to me. It was not a happy one.

The ever expanding reach of the Guild had initially seen slaver worlds lose profitability as the Guild created economic prosperity and connected workers to labor.

Yet, now the slaver worlds seem to be doing just fine. In fact, they seem to be making a profit! It's not in the tax forms, no, never there. But HAVEN spies confirmed that they are indeed making a profit on their products.

It screams of outside intervention. Another Moff maybe?

My first thought went to Moff Ecressys of the Velcar Sector. It was one of the richer sectors in Bright Jewel, owing primarily to the slave trade and many corporations. Of course, the poverty rate was incredibly high, but the Empire got its cut so few cared.

Moff Ecressys is an ambitious man, though that's not exactly descriptive considering most Moffs are. The thing is, if the Slaver Coalition is able to spread slavery throughout the Myto sector, that's better for him. After all, many slaves are sold from his sector to others, and I'm sure he'd love more customers. If it happens to destabilize a potential rival for the seat of Governor-General, all the better.

There were a few other Moffs of the surrounding sectors, but none of them fit as cleanly. Sure, they were all ambitious, but Ecressys makes the most sense.

Moff Surrde of the Braxant Sector and Moff Moew of the Obtrexta sector were also possible candidates, but again, neither fit as cleanly. The former was a military traditionalist of sorts, loud and angry. He put everything into his sector's defense budget, which he used to crush the many, many pirates running roughshod through his space. Though it left his people fairly poor over all.

The latter was rich, with Muunilist in the sector, and was mostly focused inwards to control the Banking Clans. While they had been nationalized, that wasn't a static state of being. Constant pressure had to be applied.

Neither of them, nor the various other Moffs, seemed as likely as Ecressys. Which is why I was even more suspicious. From what little I knew of Ecressys, while he was a spoiled, arrogant rich man, he wasn't a fool. A sector with so much slavery is like a pit of vipers with extra vipers on top, and a side of extra spicy vipers. There was no way he rose to command it all without the right political acumen. Destabilizing the Myto Sector with the Slavers Coalition seemed too obvious a move.

It took a few more hours for me to finish the rest of the work. Most of it was reassigning resources sector wide, finishing up some of my last orders as the local Governor, and so on. More attention was paid to piracy as well. It had been on the rise the last few months, and I suspected the Coalition had something to do with it.

I ended the night with a preliminary check on some pricing. I was looking into mobile space stations as part of a sector wide project. Unfortunately, considering the pricing on some of these, and the modifications that would need to be made, it would be a little out of my price range for now.

Mostly because the sector government didn't have that much money. Why, you ask?

Cause the Governors won't pay their taxes!

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Actually proud of this chapter, cause I actually planned it out. Wrote the plan on a whiteboard, ensured the actions made sense for Las to take and that they would have impacts later, I did the whole nine yards. Sure, it could be better, but I never aim for perfection. Fulgrim did that and look where it got him. Virus bombed by a paraplegic.

Regardless, I'm happy with it. I've more concretely planned out this slaver arc. It's here to work as a sort of introduction for Las to the wider political world of the Empire. Beforehand it had all been about improving the Minda system, avoiding the hammer of the Empire, fighting pirates, etc… but with Las's promotion to Moff, he now has more things to worry about. He can't nitpick over every system. Instead, he has to fight for funding, resources, and favor all while trying to keep his morals intact. Not sure how well I'll be able to pull this all off, but I look forward to trying regardless.

Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller

 

[Venerable Ro]

13 hours. What an unholy combination of boredom and terror our man managed to inflict on those idiots.

 

[Top Sun]

The first governor to pay his taxes, incredible !

Thank you for writing !

 

[Verdauga]

Pretty neato. I now wonder how sadge the Minda public will be. Perhaps they'll celebrate some new Mourning Holiday the commemorate the loss of Their Great Governor.

 

[Z3r0Sama]

13 hours. What an unholy combination of boredom and terror our man managed to inflict on those idiots.

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Vader:"Have you tried just executing them yet?"

 

[Sam I Am]

Cause the Governors won't pay their taxes!

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Ooo, naughty, naughty!

Taxes aren't suggestions, they're orders. And orders must be followed.

 

[Yacov]

"However, it seems that you all have decided that whatever problems you have brought to bear before me are worthy of my personal time and attention. So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to listen to each and every one of these statements. I will then decide if it is worthy of my attention. None are leaving this room until all of these are dealt with."

Now I had their attention. Before anyone could complain, I started speaking, PDA set on the podium and files open.

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The Moff is ready to hold Court. Both in the legal and feudal sense.

"Over a dozen charges of bribery and collusion with criminal elements. Five counts of possession of illegal spice. Two charges of extrajudicial murder."

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Got to admit. That is fairly light for an Imperial official.

Around mid-day, some seven hours in, I turned to Kaela. She'd decided that the gaggle of corrupt whack-jobs I was tearing apart might hide an assassin of some sort, and that she had to be here.

"Commander. It's around lunch time. You and your troops should go take your breaks. Just make sure to send up a replacement squad."

Kaela turned to me. "Sir, me and my troopers are trained for endurance. We can stand as long as we're needed."

I resisted the urge to laugh. "Commander, I helped write the local labor laws. I legally can't make you work more than 8 hours without any sort of break. Go eat lunch already. Oh, and have the replacement squad bring me up a sandwich, please."

My stomach grumbled loudly, much to my annoyance.

"Make that two sandwiches. I forgot to eat breakfast."

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Meanwhile the 500 are watching this exchange. At least they have a good view on how Moff Las treats his subordinates. At least how he wants to be seen treating them.

In total, it had taken 13 hours and 43 minutes to deal with all 500 people there. I had hoped to keep it closer to 12 hours, or roughly 1.5 minutes per person, but many had committed so many crimes that the lists took 2 minutes at least.

By the end, they were hungry, tired, and fearful. Once it was all over, the criminals were arrested, and the innocent were let go. I could've let them go after they'd spoken, but I felt it would have a more lasting impact if they stayed and watched the whole thing.

Now they would spread stories of it. Helps reinforce the image and such.

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The survivors of The Judgement will certainly talk. Especially once they realize they won't be executed for talking about it.

So I had to make a simple choice. A new Governor. It hurt, in a way, as I'd gotten used to the title. But it had to be done.

I sent the order along the chain to find possible candidates. The only real requirements being that they had to be a local. A Council member would work, though they would have to demonstrate a lack of favorability towards any one part of the system.

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That poor incoming Governor is going to have impossible shoes to fill.

The ever expanding reach of the Guild had initially seen slaver worlds lose profitability as the Guild created economic prosperity and connected workers to labor.

Yet, now the slaver worlds seem to be doing just fine. In fact, they seem to be making a profit! It's not in the tax forms, no, never there. But HAVEN spies confirmed that they are indeed making a profit on their products.

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I mean, as long as someone is willing to buy their product, costs for slave operations can be kept low enough to generate a profit. It is more the matter of poor quality and low productivity that causes forced labor to be unprofitable. That and the bad PR and risk of slave revolts.

Moff Surrde of the Braxant Sector and Moff Moew of the Obtrexta sector were also possible candidates, but again, neither fit as cleanly. The former was a military traditionalist of sorts, loud and angry. He put everything into his sector's defense budget, which he used to crush the many, many pirates running roughshod through his space. Though it left his people fairly poor over all.

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Moff Surrde sounds like a potential ally. Some military and economic aid could go a long way to securing cooperative relations. Not friendly, Imperial Moff's are never friendly with each other.

 

[Wratus]

Hmmm Mobile space stations for the sector huh, now he also needs to puff up the fleets of the sector and get some Secutor-class Star Destroyers as it's actually sensible with it being what the Venator-class wished it could be. Need to get some proper escort vessels along with em so Victory-class Star Destroyers and a few Imperial I-class Star Destroyers cuz other Moff's will look at you weirdly if you don't get any.

 

[XelianEmperor]

I can already see him use the guild as tax farmers.

 

[HidinginPlain]

Thanks for the update looking forward for more

 

[AldariSiradla]

Cause the Governors won't pay their taxes!

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Gasp!
Not paying taxes?!
Oh the horror!

 

[dreammag]

Cause the Governors won't pay their taxes!

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Ayo real 'taxable citizen' moment right there.

 

[Mistroz]

Excellent chapter.

 

[Watching]

I was looking into mobile space stations as part of a sector wide project. Unfortunately, considering the pricing on some of these, and the modifications that would need to be made, it would be a little out of my price range for now

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Wouldn't it be cheaper to get one that can be towed through hyperspace or something with a bunch of frigates or freighters?

Hmmm Mobile space stations for the sector huh, now he also needs to puff up the fleets of the sector and get some Secutor-class Star Destroyers as it's actually sensible with it being what the Venator-class wished it could be. Need to get some proper escort vessels along with em so Victory-class Star Destroyers and a few Imperial I-class Star Destroyers cuz other Moff's will look at you weirdly if you don't get any.

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But the Secutor seems kinda bad though? I mean, it's got around 1/3-1/4 the fighter/carrier capacity of the Venator, can't carry as many troops as an acclamator can, has no point defense systems and need a crew of 40,000 all for the price of 200 million credits.
At that point why not just buy the cheaper ISD?

 

[Fallout5368]

Cornelius has no idea how these loons come up with these theories. Really, what's next? A giant gun meant to fire torpedoes at light speed? As if the Empire would waste tax dollars on such flights of fancy.

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It would be kind of funny to see how the Rebels are reacting to this. Maybe some out of system Rebels show up, thinking they will be able to help overthrow the "Evil!tm." Moff Mola. Only to run into multiple Rebels and Imperials who are trying to push Mola higher up the chain.

 

[Lokabrenna]

But the Secutor seems kinda bad though? I mean, it's got around 1/3-1/4 the fighter/carrier capacity of the Venator, can't carry as many troops as an acclamator can, has no point defense systems and need a crew of 40,000 all for the price of 200 million credits.

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I don't buy that. First of all, it's been stated in the lore once or twice (at least in Legends) that the official complement is what is recommended by Imperial doctrine, not the limits of what they can carry. The main example was the Executor-class. Officially, it can only carry twice the number of fighter craft as an ISD. But in reality, that's just the number the Imperial Navy prefers to stock them with, and they are actually capable of carrying well over a thousand. Even the ISD, if you stripped out its ground assault complement, could probably almost double its fighter complement with the extra space that would clear up.

As for the Venator, it physically can't carry as many fighters as they claim. In-universe, my guess would be that the Venator's stated complement of 420 fighters/bombers is KDY corporate propaganda. Because physically speaking, it doesn't have the space for that number unless they are completely disassembled and packed into shipping crates. On an actual deployment, with all fighters and bombers actually ready for action, I would be shocked if the Venator could carry even half the official number, and that's with zero ground assault elements taking up hangar space. Combined with the Venator's overall shitty design, I wouldn't be surprised if this discrepancy between stated capability and actual capability is one of the reasons the Empire ditched the things the second the ISD went into full production.

 

[Psyckosama]

The latter, I responded to their flattery by having any "donations" or "gifts" classified as bribery. Those who didn't have a gift I let slide.

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Honestly, I'd seriously suggest revising this to have it depend on the gift.

In many cultures giving the boss something reasonable to put in their office or something is considered just the price of doing business, and the empire strikes me as one of them.

"Here is an antique statue from my world that would look nice in your office and remind you to think well of me" is one thing... "Nubile Twi'lik Twins" is another entirely.

 

[samChan]

Do star wars have some kind of space IRS?

 

[Arnorian_Spartan]

It would be kind of funny to see how the Rebels are reacting to this. Maybe some out of system Rebels show up, thinking they will be able to help overthrow the "Evil!tm." Moff Mola. Only to run into multiple Rebels and Imperials who are trying to push Mola higher up the chain.

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I think it would be more reasonable at this point if they tried to recruit him.

 

[Yacov]

Do star wars have some kind of space IRS?

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It is a bit confusing. The Empire has the Imperial Taxation Bureau, but they also have the Imperial Collection Agency. Both supposedly collect taxes, the former answers directly to the Palpatine while the latter answers to the Imperial Treasury, and it is not clear what the relationship is between the two tax collection organizations.

Maybe both organizations have the same job and compete because Palpatine does that a lot.

 

[vtkun]

thanks for the chapter

 

[OrderedOrb]

Y'know, if Las REALLY wants to cut down slavery, he could probably work with a droid production company or two to try and pioneer a type of labor droid that is cheap, long lasting and modified for a variety of different work with specific and easily interchangeable modules. Slavery is only really useful for two things; hard labor and status (ie, pleasure slaves), so making a hardy and practical labor droid that functions like the bastard child of CEC and Incom would basically make slavery obsolete.

 

[Faralis]

Huh, the Moff that is paying the slavers is going to have economic problems pretty soon. Keeping slavery afloat by paying extra is insanely expensive.

 

[Yacov]

Omake: Fargians

Biological Classification

Designation: Sentient

Classification: Mammalian Humanoid

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Physical Characteristics

Average height: 0.8 meters

Skin color: Sandstone

Fur color: Red

Eye color: Ruby red

Distinctions:

• Rocky feeling thick skin
• Furred faces
• Above average strength
• 3 kidneys

Average Lifespan: 60 years is considered elderly with some Fargians living as long as 90 years.

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Sociocultural Characteristics

Place of Origin: Farg

Language: Fargian

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Description:

The Fargians are a sentient species in the Myto sector yet undiscovered by the galaxy at large. Their homeworld is the mountainous planet of Farg. They have united under a single government after the invention of primitive slugthrowers. Currently the Fargian government is focused on maintaining its power and enforcing its ideology on the masses.

Biology and appearance:

Fargian are a stout mammalian species with two arms and two legs. Their hands have four fingers including a thumb. Their feet have three thick toes, two in the front and one in the back so they can grip the mountainous inclines of their homeworld. A thin layer of hair covers most of their bodies with the exception of their heads which is covered in a thick dark red fur. Fargians have long snouts and ruby red eyes.

One notable feature is Fargians' skin. Their sandstone colored skin has a rocky feeling and is resilient against most primitive stabbing and slashing weapons. This has led to Fargians focusing on blunt melee weaponry and recently the large round metal balls fired from their Hoplarchy's Thunderers.

Fargians are carnivores with most of their society mainly eating cattle meat. Large scale ranching in the valleys and small scale shepherding in the mountains make up the majority civilian occupations on Farg. Those who are destitute are often forced to eat insects which is seen as a sign of poverty reserved for deserters and traitors to the Hoplachy.

Society and culture:

The main political body of the Fargians is the Hoplarchy, a government ruled by the military and its soldiers. Power was seized and unified under the Supreme Commander and his army from the previous disunited clans a couple of generations ago. Political power is based on military rank, combat history, and veterancy. Citizens who never served in the military have little rights or status and retired veterans have less rights than active military personnel.

Most children are "enrolled" as reservist cadets at an early age at communal academies under the supervision of the Hoplarchy. This standardized and public education a resulted in a rise in literacy rates among the general population as opposed to the private tutor system of the Clans era.

Fargians are very reluctant to move from where they are born. Only doing so when staying would deplete the resources in the area completely or some external factor forces them to move. A popular practice is to take a pot full of soil where you were born to the place you are moving to.

The Hoplarchy is very invested in promoting the virtue of submission. Large propaganda efforts are dedicated to the idea that citizens have a duty submit to overwhelming military force. This has fostered more apathy than loyalty towards the Hoplarchy among the lower classes of Fargian society as long as their individual needs are met.

Most of Fargian society is hidebound and conservative. Often opposing change whether progressive or reactionary. Urging caution and accepting one's place in life. This has a paradoxical side effect of making Fargians rather accepting of a situation forced upon them after a certain amount of time has passed. Most will see it as the new status quo and therefore will defend it as to not cause more change.

Unity and societal cohesion are high as a result of Hoplarchy's efforts after the initial unrest of their rise. Innovation and economic development are slow as a downside. The Hoplarchy frequently suppresses independent research efforts out of fear of them weaponizing the technology beyond their control.

History:

Until a few generations ago, the Fargians were a collection of disunited and squabbling clans. Inter-clan raiding was common and cooperation at the higher levels was rare. Only holy days were times of guaranteed peace and fighting usually resumed the day after they ended.

Sometime over a century ago, the entire army of a large clan broke off and formed the Army of the Supreme Commander. The Supreme Commander was a rare radical among the Fargians, although the Hoplarchy would imprison anyone saying so. This army conquered first the surrounding area and eventually all of the clans and major population areas on Farg. The goal of this campaign was to "halt the decline of Farg and preserve its people's virtues" as the Hoplarchy's propaganda likes to declare.

The Supreme Commander disbanded the clan system and instituted the Occupational Government of Farg. Political power was firmly invested in the military, with regiments becoming a political organization and barracks becoming centers of governance. All forms of civilian leadership were banned and dissent was labeled sedition and treason.

Attempts to rebel were swiftly put down due to the Occupation's rigid discipline and the Thunderers, large primitive slugthrower handheld cannons whose design is a closely guarded secret. The ability to penetrate a Fargian's thick skin far from a traditional hammerer's reach allowing for a firm monopoly on military strength.

These days the government has transitioned into the Hoplarchy of Farg, a much more codified system. Application to join the Fargian military is open to all, with support departments and civilians growing in prominence, but still lesser than "proper soldiers". The most influential of these noncombat social classes are the Cattle Barons. A class populated primarily by high ranking veterans who control substantial amounts of pastureland and employ large amounts of tenant ranch hands.

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This is my attempt at creating an undiscovered Star Wars sentient species. Figured with the scale growing with Las' promotion and the sector probably expanding internally as a result, it might be helpful to have new things to run into. When you look through the species in Star Wars, a bunch of them wind up being discovered (or rediscovered) by the Empire when they send their fleets to occupy the Rim.

If you want to picture what they look like, think of thick squat folk with the face of an anthropomorphized greater hog badger. Red fur mainly around the face with rough sandstone skin visible with light red hair everywhere else.

Crossposted on SB and SV

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Heidao]

Las: Thank you all for coming, now I'm going to say aloud your names and if I don't tell you to sit back down, I'll give you the choice of that window over there or the wall over there with the guards :}

How to clean house of the dumbest traitors and snakes when their cash flow stops. Bet none of them even researched him before they came over with political threats or bribes.

He is the "ideal" Imperial servant. One who, outwardly, does their duty as exactly as they should while not succumbing to corruption and thievery. He lives by his paycheck, taking advantage of the services his office naturally grants him, and if audited they would see his expenditures going to his cocoa drink in shipping fees. So for someone to become his replacement as governor, they have to be of like mind and understand that the systems in place are there to monitor them as much as the system. And unfortunately, has to be human, unless the alien is vouched for by an ISB agent... which we do