Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[theoretisch cool]

That's prime recruitment trght there.

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You're right. Some would probably even try. The thing is, she has no influence over the Moff. She can train the rebels, but she doesn't bring any important contacts into the sector.

 

[Saethyr]

I never knew the Eruptor in Helldivers 2 was so goated against the Bots. Now I know.

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Of course it is, it's a Bolter, the holiest of His Golden Majesty Man-Emperor of Mankind's weapons.

Thank you, but I was more asking how many ranks there are between Las and his mother.

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Judjing by the ranking pips, 6 in two rows, it's an appointment for Commander/Colonel.
Even as a Governor, who are equivalent to a Fleet Admiral (Navy), Marshal (Army) and Director (everything else, including ISB), Las outranked her by 5 ranks, 6 when he became a Moff. But Moff also outranks everything mentioned above.
Above a Moff are only Grand General, Grand Admiral, Grand Moff, who are all equivalent of each other, and the Emperor. So, poetically speaking, as a Moff Las is two steps below the Throne.

 

[Arrowthorne]

You're right. Some would probably even try. The thing is, she has no influence over the Moff. She can train the rebels, but she doesn't bring any important contacts into the sector.

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Sure.....

but they don't know that, do they?

Edit: plus theres always the political scandal. "Mother of Moff a Rebel Agent: How loyal are the rest" or something along those lines.

 

[Arnorian_Spartan]

I kinda feel bad for his sisters and Dad, f the mom she's gotten what she's deserved at being rendered irrelevant. But I can see where they are coming from. Their Brother/son doesn't ever reach out to any of them they've all come to him. He doesn't make time for them, he doesn't chat with them outside of work, and he from their perspective he is a workaholic.

But none of them have tried to understand Las, they don't talk to his friends or trusted staff. They expect the Las they knew when he had shown that he is not that boy anymore.

 

[Arnorian_Spartan]

Sure.....

but they don't know that, do they?

Edit: plus theres always the political scandal. "Mother of Moff a Rebel Agent: How loyal are the rest" or something along those lines.

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If anything that's a good scheme by his imperial enemies. Trick her into defecting to the rebels only for it to be a trap to discredit him and get ISB on his ass

 

[AlphaOmega]

I will be honest, didn't even know Military Intelligence was a thing before reading this fic.

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It's usually referred to as Imperial Intelligence, you probably heard about that name,

And for the local political scene its another good example of the new Moff showcasing he is perfectly willing to 'abuse' his power both in nepotistically bringing his sister into the fold, and completely ruining what was left of his mothers career.

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And it will likely help him since this is, you know the Empire, people having proof he does indeed indulge in the occasional abuse of power means there are ways to influence him and curry favour.

There is also teh Executor position in Legends that Palpy created for Luke in Dark Empire, but I'm pretty sure that didn't exist until then, so a few years from now. Also never understood why should Luke should accept that position, at least in teh films you know Palpy was a father figure for Anakin, but Luke didn't had any reason for accepting that position. Dark Empire is pretty bad at caracterization ( still less awful than the sequels, in any case ).

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I'm pretty sure Luke got Dark Side juice pumped directly into him and was thus Fallen briefly but he does eventually manage to get his head back on straight.

You're right. Some would probably even try. The thing is, she has no influence over the Moff. She can train the rebels, but she doesn't bring any important contacts into the sector.

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Rebels aren't looking for contacts, the Alliance is a hodge podge of various rebel groups ranging from civilian guerrillas to ex-military. The soldiers can do what they can to bring the civilians up to standard but someone with actual experience in training recruits into professionals would be very helpful.

 

[Dragonvx100]

Above a Moff are only Grand General, Grand Admiral, Grand Moff, who are all equivalent of each other, and the Emperor. So, poetically speaking, as a Moff Las is two steps below the Throne.

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That isn't technically correct, your forgetting Vader aka Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military and the Mas Ameda Grand Vizier and head of the Imperial Ruling Council. So, it's technically 4 steps.

 

[Galanthus]

I thought the whole family unintentionally(from their perspective) coming together would be the joke but this is even better.

 

[Vhalidictes]

The best part of the chapter is that chunks of the advice dear old Mom was giving actually made sense.

Completely unexpected awesome. Thanks for writing it.

 

[Saethyr]

That isn't technically correct, your forgetting Vader aka Supreme Commander of the Imperial Military and the Mas Ameda Grand Vizier and head of the Imperial Ruling Council. So, it's technically 4 steps.

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Grand Vizier is not a military rank.
With Vader it's a bit strange. He apparently didn't have a military rank, but did have a military posting.

Though, thinking about it, Moffs would be in a different chain of command. So only Grand Moffs and Emperor should be above Las right now.

 

[Doombringer]

Sure.....

but they don't know that, do they?

Edit: plus theres always the political scandal. "Mother of Moff a Rebel Agent: How loyal are the rest" or something along those lines.

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I mean Zsinj got declared warlord of the empire after hunting down his own mother for going rebel, couldn't Las do the same?

 

[Shadowwarp]

Bro was grinding so hard he ended up way over leveled for the anticipated boss fight. That's genuinely hilarious.

 

[Yacov]

Omake: Economic Migrants

POV: Willis, Borneck freighter tramper, Vio's Economical Spacer's Lounge, next door subsidiary location of Vio's Cantina and Roughhouse, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire

"Hey Willis! Pull up a seat! How did your busting go today?"

Willis glanced up at the Pho Ph'eahian as he entered the Spacer's Lounge. Darshev was the leader of their little band of freighter trampers. Mainly due to the fact the Captain couldn't replace his mechanical skill easily. He always made it a point to check on each of them after a shift.

"Not too bad Darshev. Had a bit of a run in with the Roustabout. Accidentally spilled a drop of oil on her outfit while she was walking past. Got away with just a few bruises and a warning. Little chance of it spreading. Nothing to worry about."

The look on Darshev's face said he was definitely worrying about it. He gave a contemplative hum with wiping each of his hands with a separate napkin. That hum was usually only reserved for when he was struggling with a particularly difficult fix.

"Sounds about right for the one in your section. That woman thinks more with her snap baton than her brain. Never held a crate hook in her life. Probably why the Captain likes using the brute.

Why don't you go get some dinner and a drink from the MixRMastR. On me. I have an announcement to make when everyone gets here and I would prefer everyone have their food in front of them first."

Willis gave a thankful nod and made his way over to the counter. This little eatery had an interesting set up. Apparently it was an expansion of a nearby Cantina. The owner next door bought the place, knocked down part of the wall, and connected the two buildings.

The purpose was to build a dedicated space for starship crews to put up their feet after a flight. Also to keep any violent altercations between offworlders by reserving the main Cantina for locals or those that could afford it. This place was often filled with freighter trampers like them looking for cheap alcohol and non-processed food close to expiration.

"Welcome [CUSTOMER]. Your Lounge Credit is [SUFFICIENT]. What is your order?"

The customer service could be better. Not that Willis is complaining. The bartender droid was liberal with the drinks even if it was not much for conversation. More an automatic drink and food dispenser bolted to the bar counter if anything.

"Speaking of drinks let's see here… Ain't really in the mood for Rum, I could get that in most ports. Sullustan Gin is a bit light for the aches I earned today. Oooh, Gamorrean Grog, makes sense with all of them wandering the streets. Haven't had that since we last swung by Hutt Space.

Alright. I'll take one mug of Gamorrean Grog and the Weekly Meal please."

There wasn't much choice in terms of the food. The only item on the menu in The Spacer's Lounge was its "Weekly Meal". The leftover rotating main course from the Cantina which was then put in the bulk vending dispenser for the Lounge. Still it was cheap, fairly fresh, filling, and frequently far healthier than what a tramper usually subsists on.

This week's meal was a Chokeroot mash with Vormfruit jelly and extra Shaak Lard. Some would argue that pairing Vormfruit with Chokeroot was heresy. However, Willis liked a bit of sweetness combined with the creaminess of the mash. Reminded him of the Candy Pinwheels filled with Honeyfruit he used to enjoy as kid before heading out in the black. He just managed to set his plate and mug down when Darshev called for everyone's attention.

"Alright everyone listen up, I got something important to say. I have been keeping an eye on what the Captain was loading our Brayl with. I am sorry to say with the amount of supplies he is loading, he is likely planning to cut our rations again."

"WHAT!?""THAT'S POODOO!""HE ALREADY DID THAT A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO!""DOES HE WANT US TO STARVE!?"

Willis' mouth was too full of mash to join the chorus of outrage, but he banged his cutlery in agreement. The Captain has begun gradually raising quotas while decreasing ration quality. "A necessary cost saving measure" was his favorite excuse. Their last meal on the ship before docking consisted of spoiled nutritive milk with a broken up ration pack mixed in. Anyone who had complaints was directed to address them to the Roustabout.

"Settle down. Settle down. Obviously we are not going to just take this. It is why I have been wringing my brains around for the past while. If things continue as they are, I think the Captain intends to Indenture us."

A collective wince spread throughout the Lounge. Things must be real bad if Darshev is using the I-word. Tramper work is often rough, dangerous, and exploitative. Many are reduced to live in slave like conditions when they are robbed and "Indentured" by the dishonest captains they relied on for transport. Not even allowed to go out for shore leave for fear of the crew escaping their ship's clutches.

"Now before I begin, does everyone have their tramper gear with them? Show of hands if anyone forget."

The absence of raised hands was more a formality. Any tramper worth their scrap keeps their gear on hand always. A tramper's gear was what they scrounged, bartered, and jury rigged to get their particular profession done. A drill with housing that was kludged from a piece taken from a speeder frame, filters for polluted air made from unwoven and rewoven crate netting, a helmet fashioned from hull scrap, and a welder configured from the thruster a busted droid. A tramper's most prized possession was their set of gear personalized over years of labor.

"Right, if everyone has what they need then I propose we leave the Captain's employment effective immediately and walk. Not in a week. Not with some more preparation. Now. Let's not give that sleemo of a Gossam any chance to try to put us in chains."

Willis blenched at what Darshev was proposing. It was true that a tramper traveled light, but to leave on a moment's notice was still a tall order. Then again, if the Captain was planning to Indenture them, leaving without warning may be the smart move. Still there were obstacles.

"So what? We are just supposed to settle down on this planet and everything will turn out fine? Most of us don't even have an identichip we have been out in the black for so long. Trying to contact our homeworld to send us the documents needed to properly immigrate would be a fool's errand. If we still remember the name of our homeworld or even have one at all."

Those were solid objections. Most trampers had lost everything prior to wandering the black. Your average tramper had a snowball's chance in Mustafar of having anything resembling current flimsiwork on their person. Any documentation they brought with them from their old lives was likely to have been lost due to time, lack of secure storage, and poor living conditions. From how stringent the workers at the starport were, Willis could tell this planet was serious about enforcing immigration laws.

"You are correct. Without the proper documents we won't be able to go through the official channels. That's why I propose we find the dankest, darkest corner of this city and go to ground. We don't need to stay there long term. With the Captain so concerned about his bottom line, it won't take long for him to give up on us and just buy some droids to replace us.

I just got back from chatting with the Cantina owner, told him we loved his cooking so much we wanted to take some with us on the road, and he was willing to sell us a big batch of takeout for us to subsist on. Order should be enough a last a couple of weeks if we stretch it. Any longer and we send out folks to bulk buy Buscuit Baron like we did during that one time we ran the Triton Trade Route.

After the Captain is confirmed gone, we surrender ourselves to the Imperial authorities."

"WHAT!?""ARE YOU CRAZY!?""DO YOU WANT US TO DIE!?"

The exclamations were warranted. The Imperial Bureau of Punitive Correction proved far harsher than its Republic counterpart. Tales had quickly been spread of trampers being arrested for minor offenses that only should have resulted in a light fine, only to not be seen again come lift off. These days it was generally seen to be safer being caught in Hutt Space without a bribe than be arrested by the Imps.

"Now I know it sounds bad, but hear me out. I had a word with some of the ex-cons around the city. Apparently the Imps here are actually more concerned with rehabilitation than filling their quota for the work camps. People are actually leaving the prisons when their sentences are up and there is support for them once they're out.

Why some of the ex-cons I spoke to were pirates. Pirates! If those scum of the hyperlanes can find work on this world, then it should be a cinch for some poor folks only guilty of sneaking in trying to find a better life. We ain't going to get a better chance than this.

The plan is we get caught, stick together like we always do once we're on the inside, then take advantage of the ex-con programs to start a new life here. This planet is going through a years long infrastructure build up. We will be able to find work no problem and the new immigrants are going to be looking for repairs on the cheap once the boom ends. This will be just one more rough patch to endure, then we are ultrachrome. Are you with me?"

Everyone glanced around to gauge the temperature of the room. The building outrage had mellowed out into cautious optimism. However nerves had left everybody hoping someone else would make the first move. Aw frak it.

"I am with you Darshev. You have steered us through some hard times and I'll trust you now. Not like the Captain won't chain us on the spot if we split up now."

Nods became firmer as they spread throughout the crowd. Eventually culminating in everyone agreeing to give Darshev's plan a shot. Willis just hopes the Imps here are as kind as the rumors are hinting at.

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Ah freighter trampers. One part train hobo and one part menial deckhand. The underclass of Star Wars' space population barely above slaves in status that keeps a good chunk of interstellar shipping running. There are holds crewed by them in civilian starships all across the galaxy.

Fun fact: did you know that freighter trampers number in the millions even before the Galactic Civil War? Yeah once Las' personal territory gets a reputation as a "safe haven" with things like functional social services and non-abusive law enforcement, the galaxy's space underclass are going to start pouring in. Immigration barriers be darned. Hard to stop starship crews from "wandering off" planetside if they are determined enough.

Crossposted on SB and SV

 

[Rustic]

That was a really nice

 

[dogbertcarroll]

The best part is if she just sticks around and watches she'll realize Las and all her other kids are going to accomplish the goals she wants, she just wont be a part of it. So muh dynasty will still be achieved, she just wont be in charge

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And she will pat herself on the back for doing such a wonderful job of raising them that they already started doing what she wanted without her having to do anything at all.

You're right. Some would probably even try. The thing is, she has no influence over the Moff. She can train the rebels, but she doesn't bring any important contacts into the sector.

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Grant could see her as a potential point of attack on Las and hire her to keep her contained.

 

[Mistroz]

Excellent chapter.

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-91-Interlude

1.9 ABY
Lieutenant Mud Vord
Ixum System, Myto Sector

Mud Vord was a simple man. He'd made Lieutenant by following orders and keeping his head down. He was Lieutenant of Cargo Station 12 in the Zereth System, and it was a job that suited him. Because nothing ever happened.

Merchants, traders and more came through day by day. Their cargo was scanned, checked, and let through. Vord himself hardly had to do anything, being in charge and all. The process was essentially automated from his perspective.

The most work he really had to do was paperwork, and that was so standardized it was easy as pie. The forms for restocking supplies, for detaining merchants, and so on. On occasion, merchants would fill out the wrong compensation forms, which was annoying. A night in the brig was enough to teach them a lesson though, and then they filled even more compensation forms later on.

Aside from that, Vord occasionally made the rounds, keeping people in check and giving him things to put in his reports. Maybe order some ships to be more thoroughly scanned, or give an officer a demerit for not shining their boots enough.

The most exciting thing to happen to him was that once a week he took a shuttle down to Zereth-1 to spend his money. There was an entire sub-district in the capital city dedicated to letting Imperial personnel enjoy themselves, and Vord took full advantage.

He even bought bottles of the more expensive local swill for the top officers on the station. A little gift of sorts.

In fact, he'd been saving up for some time with one locale's top girl, a voluptuous Torgruta. He just had to wait for the next big shipment. The kinds that meet with him personally, that don't fill out forms, and don't get their ships scanned for life signs. The kind that left him with heavier pockets.

Well, as heavy as they could be with the Governor's administrative tax. But Vord didn't mind.

After all, Mud Vord was a simple man who followed orders.

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1.9 ABY
Jir Mola
Accordia

Rage. Shock. Shame. A million and one emotions had run roughshod through Jir's mind as she'd been escorted out of the Moffs office.

They'd been there as she was given some civilian clothes, a bank account, and her severance by a clerk.

And they were there as she went through the near automatic motions of renting a cheap apartment in one of the city's newest megabuildings.

Discharged. Removed from the family. The only real connection left being her legal marriage to Dornun.

For the first time in decades, Jir Mola wanted to cry. She'd done everything she could, fighting tooth and nail to remove herself from the underbelly of Coruscant to a military office, gotten married to a member of a dying aristocratic family, and made it into the circle of contacts of one of the most powerful men in the Empire.

Jir, in her mind, had done everything right. She'd built a foundation from nothing. It was her children who were supposed to raise a mighty dynasty from that foundation.

And in a sense, they still were. Jir doubted any of them would give up their positions of power now. Except, she would no longer be involved.

A part of Jir didn't care. She'd accomplished her goal. Her family's legacy would be secure. Her daughters had each proven themselves exceptionally capable in their respective fields of work, and her son had surprised her with his supposed talent at administrating and ruling. Working together they would raise a dynasty.

For all intents and purposes, Jir should be content. Happy, even. But she wasn't.

As she looked around her new apartment. It was nearly empty, devoid of most amenities. She could've chosen a larger place, even had it furnished. She was discharged honorably, despite everything, and as such the Mindan government afforded her more perks. She qualified for a variety of loans, housing options opened up before her, and more.

Yet, she had defaulted. All the way back to the survivalist mindset she'd sworn to leave behind in the darkness of Coruscant's lower levels.

It had taken her years to unlearn countless habits. Learning to walk down the center of a hallway instead of hugging the edges and checking every corner. Learning not to flinch at the groan of metal, fearing that the ceiling above or the floor below would give way. Eating every meal like it was her last.

But here she was. Treating every credit she had as though she would run out the next day. Finding the cheapest apartment she could in a short time. Even her food was cheap. Some imitation Nabooan noodles that were clearly made with no real Nabooan ingredients, sold by a vendor who seemed to only barely pass sanitation inspections.

It disgusted her. Looking down at the empty take out box, she resisted the urge to throw it across the room. But that rage remained. And from it grew indignation.

Jir, before she had gotten the name of Mola, had dragged herself from hell into the heavens. And she would do it again. But this time, quicker. Better. With decades of experience, she knew the game. Knew people.

And one day, she would stand face to face with her family once more. Prove to them that her methods do work.

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I would've done more. In fact, I really wanted to add like one or two more POV's to this interlude. An Oioro one, one with Kaela, maybe even another with Ife. I thought of Thorne and Darna but they get their own dedicated Interlude a ways down the line since I have plans for them.

Regardless, I've got a test to take in a few hours so I figure it's better if I study for that instead of writing more fanfiction, so I've cut the chapter short.

Also, the next chapter will have some R&D stuff, and the long awaited Harrower-Class that some have been clamoring for. It won't really be the Harrower class, not truly, but as close as one can get realistically. It's not going to be built yet, just a concept and all, but its set up and all that for later down the line.

Stay cool, brochacos.
-Freefaller

 

[Robynthewitch]

Cope, Seethe, and Mald Momma Mola.

 

[Stelarwand030]

And one day, she would stand face to face with her family once more. Prove to them that her methods do work.

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The cope is strong with this one.

 

[MinionNumberQ]

Lieutenant Mud Vord

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Who the fuck is this guy? Has he appeared before or is he just some rando created to show a "street-level" POV?

 

[Natelord28]

Yay! Great chap, and gosh she isn't a very good person

 

[shane cawley]

If Jir would only explain to her children where she came from, what she did to give them their starts in life but no all she did was bark orders.

 

[ZLnon]

Got a little worried that right after a Lieutenant's POV with him "following orders" and participating in the corruption to save money for buying a night with a Togruta prostitute, we get a Jir POV with her defaulting to her "street-rat" background and doing whatever possible to regain power. Mud Vord is just a simple corrupt Lieutenant, even he doesn't deserve having to sleep with Jir.

 

[Scholar of Time]

Who the fuck is this guy? Has he appeared before or is he just some rando created to show a "street-level" POV?

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He's a dead man walking, is what. Slave-trading kriff-shitter.

 

[Leecifer]

If Jir would only explain to her children where she came from, what she did to give them their starts in life but no all she did was bark orders.

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Ah, but to do so would be to give them the chance to counter her moves, to say no, to buck her control. It's actually a rather common failing, where those who learn to manipulate their opponents then turn those same skills on their family (with any friends they might have long having left, leaving them only with equally antagonistic yet friendly seeming acquaintances), because it's easier than doing things correctly. They are literally incapable of trust, or even respect, and usually never learn, though those that do tend to only after things go truly wrong, so she has a chance, but I wouldn't bet on it.

 

[blariviere]

Turns out running your family like a dictatorship without an ounce of real connection or warmth?
Means they'll treat you with the same, if given the chance.

 

[vtkun]

thanks for the chapter

 

[readsalot]

I would've done more. In fact, I really wanted to add like one or two more POV's to this interlude. An Oioro one, one with Kaela, maybe even another with Ife. I thought of Thorne and Darna but they get their own dedicated Interlude a ways down the line since I have plans for them.

Regardless, I've got a test to take in a few hours so I figure it's better if I study for that instead of writing more fanfiction, so I've cut the chapter short.

Also, the next chapter will have some R&D stuff, and the long awaited Harrower-Class that some have been clamoring for. It won't really be the Harrower class, not truly, but as close as one can get realistically. It's not going to be built yet, just a concept and all, but its set up and all that for later down the line.

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Thanks for the chapter.
You can always do interludes for other characters another time, I will be eagerly waiting for Oioro's one.

Oooh Jir Mola, interlude is very interesting, hmm I almost feel bad for her during that interlude but meh that's how the games played. Also looking to see how she claws her way up tho, that would be fun to see.

And study time is important

I can't wait to see the Harrower class/closs equivalent to it. Hope to see some images of this ship. When swtor trailer came out, featuring the harrower class, I instantly fell in love with that ship, soo badass.

Looking forward to the next chapter

 

[GradeTheAuthor]

Funny thing is in her path to prove her way works, she'll probably be working up the ladder and while doing so she'll see that actual skill and loyalty is rewarded and people actually want to do good work when treated well. That's how I read this going at least. It'd be so funny if she learned empathy seeing her son trying to help people that, unknown to him, were like her growing up.

 

[Blackenedthorn]

Jir needs to learn that she's know playing in Las' game and he wrote all the rules, that said I can see her eventually running a traditionally imperial pub and restaurant