Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[TheTwilightTrickster]

They would have a great Academical Discussion about both of their Theses.

Who knows, they might even collaborate and create the THESIS, and enjoy causing people to driven to suicide to be free of the Thesis.

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Great Reference. The Tragedy of Darth Plagueis(I can't spell) Part 2: Economy Boogaloo

 

[Watching]

Las fears giving mercenaries too much power. While they are certainly useful, a mercenary is only a few short steps removed from a pirate. If a band or company gets too much firepower, they might think themselves all set to go raiding, and Las doesn't want to deal with potentially rogue mercs running around the sector with capital class ships. So frigates only, for now. Maybe in the future larger ships will be allowed once the sector navy and patrol groups are far stronger.

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Ok, but you could have gone with a number bigger than 1 so why give them only a single frigate? Still Seems kinda small in comparison to the amount pirate bands fly around with?

 

[Yacov]

Omake: Branching Out into New Markets with Subsidiaries

POV: Mining Boss Xosana, Owner of Xosana Concern a RIII Corporation Mining Company with a Safety Officer specialty in the IGCCP, also Owner of Xosana Enterprise a RI Cooperative Mining Company with a Safety Officer specialty in the BGES, Guilder District, Borantha City, Velecose IV, Braxant Sector.

Stepping off his used Star Seeder-class Colony Ship, Xosana took his first breath on the second visit to his new District. Well a lot of it was officially owned by the Braxant Subsidiary of Xosana Concern, Xosana Enterprise, but given he was Xosana and he owned both companies it was basically semantics. Point is, no sentient was going get in the way of his appreciating this growing District before him if he could help it.

"All right lads! Fan out! Take in the sights a bit before your designated appointments. First Wave has set up the foundations. Head to the central office in time for your appointment and get your housing situated."

The Dowutin's heavy duty prosthetic leg gave a creak as it helped hold up his ton of weight. He took a quick stroll through the Guilder District. Most of the folks he saw were from the First Wave, but there were a couple of natives. Makes sense with Xosana Enterprise owning most of the land and being the main employer of the folks in the District. Guilder Districts were what happened when the Guild found something worth investing in on a planet, but the population wasn't ready or able to take advantage of the opportunity. Could be mining, farming, or some other particularly profitable resource. A company or companies wanting to get the first bite of that opportunity ships in their workers to set up the initial operation.

In exchange for being allowed to set up a District, the companies give a pledge to train and employ local workers to handle most of any expansions. In addition the companies must allow other competing companies to get a slice of the action or set up their own businesses inside the District if they wanted. Also they agree to make their best effort not to "disrupt any local communities". This basically means a Guilder District tends to be built just outside a settlement's limits on unincorporated land rather than buying out the locals's homes and infrastructure.

The practice had been getting more popular now that the "legally distinct and separate" Braxant Guild of Economic Stability had been founded. "Transferred personnel" from Myto companies would set up subsidiaries of their parent companies back home in order to use their institutional knowledge in this new market. A lot of worlds in the Braxant sector were too poor to do the initial development, so they saw a Guilder District being built as an economic opportunity for their planet. Some of these subsidiaries acted like de facto branches of the original company, but for legal purposes they were registered as subsidiaries with their own separate legal and financial identity. Bigger companies like CEC, BlasTech, and KDY use the same kind of loopholes to move into sectors at times, so the galactic Imperial government would have difficulty preventing the practice.

"Steady with those crates fellas! Can't risk those thinsuits and breath masks getting damaged. Mess up here and it's the miners that will suffer up top!"

To give an example, Velecose IV was a world littered with mountains and minimal vegetation. What drew the Concern to this place was the signs of rich mineral veins on the higher elevations. While the atmosphere was breathable enough up there, most of the natives refused to go up even when the Concern promised generous incentives and funding for founding up their own mining company. The mountain they would be mining wasn't a cultural icon or religious ground or anything, Xosana had checked per Guild regulations. Locals just didn't like to work in the thin and frigid air.

In response to these difficulties, Xosana had sunk a significant portion of the Concern's funds and his own savings into a new subsidiary, Xosana Enterprise, to set up a mining community just outside of Borantha City to extract resources from the planet. Valuable minerals would be exported to keep the Enterprise in the black while more practical minerals will be stored for future expansion of both the District and the rest of the planet. So far the foundation phase has gone well, and now it was time to get down to the mining.

"Everything progressing well, Mining Boss Xosana? I would hope my assistance would be sufficient lubrication for things to run smoothly."

Xosana hoped he wouldn't hear that nasally voice so sound after landing. Velecose IV's Imperial Liaison Krump was more than happy to assist in getting the land both near the city and up the mountains sold to Xosana Enterprise. Personally Xosana found the lanky human a bit of a wallflower, but he is absolutely loyal to the Empire. Probably how he was sent this posting in the first place after he transferred over from the Diplomatic Corps. Xosana could handle Krump buzzing around occasionally like an annoying fly if it means securing the Concern's first major venture outside the Myto sector.

"Yes we are on schedule, Krump. Once Xosana Enterprise is done building we'll lend our Z7 Series droids and make a voluntary contribution to help construct the ground facilities for those communication satellites. A deal's a deal. Just make sure to keep helping ensure things between the locals and the Guilders stay calm."

It was a win-win in Xosana's book. Velecose IV was close to a hyperlane route and Krump hoped connecting to the wider Imperial Network would raise the planet's standing and his own with it. Xosana Enterprise gets some good PR with the locals and the government by contributing to some public infrastructure, and Xosana and his subsidiary's workers get access to the ability to send quicker messages back home. He'd be able to get in touch with the Myto office way quicker once those satellites get set up.

Speaking of his subsidiary's workers, from the locals' perspective the settlers from Myto may have looked like one cohesive group. However, the Concern wasn't a big enough company for the personnel they transferred to be entirely internal. Instead they had hired from the myriad of communities around the Minda system to scrounge up the numbers they needed to populate the District. Everything from Alderaanians interested in Velecose IV's mountains, a few Muun looking for office jobs, a Sullustan Warren-clan hoping to get in on the ground floor, to a smattering of kids from the original Ugean settlers looking to emulate their parents by going offworld.

Despite their differences, the other Guilders had mostly circled the speeders with the Concern's more veteran employees when it came to interacting with the locals. Preferring to focus on their shared ties to the Myto sector and each other rather than try to integrate. It caused some tensions in the beginning. Nothing violent. Just some heckling and insults being exchanged and local institutions dragging their feet for things like licenses, permits, and correspondence.

However Krump was able to flit between any lines drawn and settle any issues that popped up. Some community events, a few dinners, and participation in a local festival and things calmed down a bit. For all his flaws, the man can be inoffensive and play the role of the neutral mediator when he tried. Why there were already some locals heading to the local Guild office in the District to apply to become Guilders themselves.

"Of that you can certainly trust me. Now I believe one of your employees wants a word with you. Talk to you again soon."

Hopefully not too soon. Something about Krump always put Xosana on edge. Maybe it was his instincts from when he was a Sector Ranger. Two centuries of service in the institution gave plenty of time to hone his ability to smell a pest. Still, Xosana wasn't in a position to arrest anyone anymore. Best he could do is keep a passive eye on the Krump and send act as a "concerned citizen" if anything turned up.

"Flibron! How are things? Noticed the prefab homes are up. With this wave of folks we are set to hit well over one thousand settlers. Spotted a few cantinas for recreation, and a general store for supplies."

When Xosana had promoted Filbron to senior manager in charge of setting up Xosana Enterprise, this place was just some empty fields. Now things were beginning to look like proper place to visit off the clock. The Guilder District was mainly designed for a place the miners to get some R&R. Course that meant hiring some mercs to keep order given talks about establishing a branch of local law enforcement in the District were still ongoing. It was needed with how rowdy his folks could get in the cantina.

"About as well as could be expected Boss. Hangars permits just came in for housing ore haulers. Landing pads are fully staffed with operators in the control towers to avoid accidents. The droid maintenance facilities just got the final adjustments on their tooling. Fusion smelter foundries might take some time yet, but they are at the end of our production line.

Up top we are just about ready to do the initial boring with 11-17-series mining droids. Afterwards organic miners will do the mineral extraction with beamdrills, primarily the GP-G9 Pulse Drills, in addition to blaststicks and repulsorcarts. Maybe we can ship in a few utility arms in the future to boost productivity. Specialists are also fully certified to use the Mechanized Autominer Mk IVs for extraction and collection."

It was a sound enough plan when they drew it up back on Ugea. Well within the restrictions they would be operating under. Due to this planet containing a native population, energy mining was forbidden in line with galactic Imperial law. Guild regulations meant thinsuits and breath masks are required both up the mountains and inside the shafts during exploratory mining in case of gas pockets and cave ins. Especially when using any amount of explosives like blaststicks. Might cost a bit more, but it was worth it to stay on the right side of the law and keep his folks safe.

"Right I am gonna head over to the central office and make sure things run smoothly. Finish up whatever offloading documents need approval. Maybe catch some shut eye before my real first day begins."

Yep this is exactly what Xosana wanted when he used his pension to found the Concern. A way to spend his retirement productively while heading new and interesting projects. Maybe after about five decades he could leave running the Concern to a successor and spend his later years wandering the remote wilderness regions of Velecose IV. Either way that was for future Xosana to deal with. For now current Xosana has to prepare to get his hands dirty assisting the build up of this community of folks under his watch.

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A look at how the Guild is spreading out across the new sector. Companies are going to take advantage of new markets, even if they have to put on a new coat of paint to do so. Apparently making separate businesses is pretty common for business owners, especially in the rental property industry.

Mining and trade operations tend to end up attracting other industries and further immigration. Even without government encouragement, I can see the these new "Guilders" migrating to new worlds and gradually becoming a distinct cultural group popping up on a bunch of worlds. Guilders are not quite Imperial High Human, but not in line with the local culture either. Think more an ancient Mediterranean colony with Minda as the first Mother City rather than a Colonial era colony with a Mother Country. This expanding cultural and economic network is probably going to be the bedrock of support for Las on a lot of worlds both in and out of his home sector.

Crossposted on SB and SV

 

[BaronNoir]

Upon introduction to Moff Mola
Darth Vader: "Why can't half the Moffs I deal with daily, be as competent and effective as this guy?"

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-106

Darna Sabrir
Minda

HAVEN had grown significantly since its inception, and as a result Darna found herself with far more to do than before.

She'd known from the beginning that this endeavor would be difficult. It would be stressful. It would consume her life. But at the time, it'd been a distant idea.

Now she was living its reality.

Every day was one in which a little voice rang out in the back of her mind.

What if today's the day it all comes crashing down.

If she was to be honest, it was her one true fear. Every other possibility, from torture to death and worse were things she was scared of, sure. But none of them held within her that same, bone deep fear of losing what she'd built.

Every now and again, when her actions and orders made her feel distant from the people they were meant to protect, she took a walk. Out she went, disguised of course, to simply walk the streets of Accordia.

It was refreshing, in a way, to have visible proof of her actions meaning something. Her time in the Rebellion had been action packed and full of speeches and bravado, but rarely did it feel as though she was making a difference.

It always felt like she was just fighting a dying giant. She knew, instinctively, that the Rebels would win in one form or another. If not this Rebellion, then another one down the line. An oppressive government simply wouldn't last.

But the Rebellion felt disconnected to her. Distant, fighting for a cause, for a people that rarely seemed to like them. Sure, nowadays that might've changed but her memories of the Rebellion will always be marred by scared civilians yelling at them to leave, lest the Empire turn them into ash for merely being near them.

Here, in the Myto sector, she could build something. A place of real peace and prosperity. Ready and waiting so that when the Empire inevitably fell, at least one corner of the galaxy wouldn't be swallowed in the chaos.

And, more selfishly, it was a place she felt she belonged.

Because of all this, the mere thought of HAVEN being discovered scared her more than anything. When Thorne first accused her in the Governor's office, she'd felt her entire world die a little. As though the walls had been closing in around her.

Thankfully, Las had been exceedingly reasonable, far more than she ever could've expected from an Imperial. But then again, he'd always been strange for someone born in the Core Worlds, so he was likely always that way.

Not that she could say the same about Thorne. Oh, sure, they worked together. They had meetings to discuss the next steps for HAVEN, Thorne listened in on the meetings she had with HAVENs other members, and he otherwise helped coordinate the organization's efforts.

But she couldn't bring herself to like or even respect him, no matter what.

Make no mistake, he was competent. That she could appreciate. As much as it hurt to say, he was good at his job, and provided an alternative perspective that directly challenged her own. Something needed to ensure HAVEN doesn't end up developing too narrow a view.

But his zealotry was painful. With every conversation it was clear why he did what he did. He loved the Empire, it was his life, his blood. Everything he did, every person killed, every life saved, was for the Empire.

He lived for it, he would die for it, and she knew firsthand he had absolutely zero problems killing for it. Darna worked within the trappings of the Empire because it gave her a structure on which to build something better. But it would only ever flourish once the Empire finally died.

Thorne didn't. He saw HAVEN as a way to purge corruption. To clean the rot out of the Empire and make it, somehow, the nation it was always meant to be. He saw the Emperor as a great man who made mistakes, and the Empire as a great nation marred by incompetence.

He legitimately believed that Tarkin had been a traitor, at least as far as she could tell.

And he would stay that way until the day he died.

At the very least, his expertise had helped HAVEN grow safely, though the organization was still pathetically small. There had been a small boom in new personnel as wave after wave of slaves were freed. Many if not most prime material, with a fire for freedom in their hearts.

WEB, on the other hand, lacked any sort of boom. WEB and HAVEN were kept separate from each other, deliberately so.

However, WEB was mostly a passive organization. Its agents are static, rarely doing anything other than simply listening and reporting. Useful, sure, but that meant that for active spy work, they had to rely on a precious few individuals.

Zyx Mola being one of them, and unarguably the best they had. She was a cheeky woman, driven as well, though seemingly more in the pursuit of perfecting her craft rather than any loyalty to the Empire.

Regardless, it meant that recruitment was slow. But not impossible. Especially if the agents were guaranteed cushy positions.

As Guildmistress of the IGCPP, Darna had been involved in the transfer of personnel and data over to the Braxant sector. As the new BGES was being developed, she had a few WEB agents tossed in there. They would be trained already, and rise up the ranks fairly quickly.

Active agents would on occasion help facilitate their rise as well. The plan being that given some years, many higher ranked staff positions would be held by WEB personnel, funneling internal info to them.

Of course, that would take years. But she was willing to wait.

A beep from her terminal showed her a message from Thorne. Encrypted, of course, but past that the message was clear. He wanted to deploy the kill squads in an operation outside the sector to strike at a known shadow port in the hopes of slowing the pirate menace.

She sighed, already prepping her counter argument. It wasn't a bad idea in theory, but in practice there were too many problems. Not to mention any kill squad needed Las's permission to go ahead as well.

Regardless, she settled in for an hour of back and forth encrypted arguments. Truly, her headache will never end.

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Las

"I'm Moff Las Mola, and it's a pleasure to be meeting you both."

Before me were the holograms of two Moffs. Moff Verno of the Veragi Sector, and Moff Raioballo of the Veragi sector.

In terms of appearance they were relatively unremarkable. Verno was a thin, tall man with white skin and whiter hair, somewhere in his late 60's. Peri was the opposite, wider than he was tall with dark skin and no hair at all, while appearing far younger, maybe his mid 30's.

"I am Moff Trialdonatagorangifar Verno, Moff of the Veragi sector as decreed by our great and esteemed Emperor himself, victor of the Grand Battle of Nharl, the Great Routing of Plooma, and the Desolation of Revyia." Started Verno, placing a hand to his chest. He seemed to take a deeper breath, ready to go further on before Peri interrupted.

"And I am Moff Peri Perionala, Moff of the rich and prosperous Raioballo sector, home to the shipyards of the supremely advanced shipyards of Gravlex Med, with access to industrial capacity second only to the Core itself!"

I could see in Verno's eyes that he was about to interrupt the interruption with a continuation of his speech on his virtues. And Peri would almost certainly do the same. And I didn't want to deal with this for more than ten minutes.

"That's grand! I'm grateful to have such esteemed individuals as my neighbors." The praise seemed to work, the two idiots seemed to preen under a single line of bullshit. Wow, if it's that easy then they must've been super neglected as kids. Wild. Glad that never happened to me, and I turned out fine.

"I've made this call today to speak about a potential trade deal between our three sectors. I've noticed that most merchants tend to trade within a sector. Only larger companies start branching out. I believe this to be a folly, as it reduces traffic between sectors and therefore reduces taxes. So, I propose this."

With a few taps of a button, a simple file is sent across the signal. I watch as their respective holograms tap at terminals I can't see, their staticky hologram-blue eyes dragging along the page.

"The basis of the deal is simple. Each of our sectors will reduce tariffs and border crossing fees for those bringing goods from each other sectors. This will increase the overall volume of trade, and bring in more total wealth over higher-fee, lower-traffic trade."

I could see the idea run through their minds right on their faces. The idea was simple, and made everyone rich, so it was no wonder they thought it was a great idea. I could just see the reluctance behind their eyes. Pride was their marker, and neither wanted to jump on the boat of someone else's idea. At least, not without enough money involved.

"Of course, this will create the traffic needed for more secondary businesses. Larger/more repair docks, fuel stations, and hospitality hubs will flourish. And more importantly, be taxable."

Boom. I had them. The slight widening in their eyes as they inevitably got to the page of the document that showed projected tax revenue increases. It was a pretty decent jump, especially for outer rim sectors. And the project itself was simple, with no real risk for either of them.

Though, even as greed shined in their eyes, so did pride. Neither wanted to be the first to agree. Easily solvable.

"Though, I understand that this decision is one filled with complex numbers and much thinking involved. I won't ask for an answer right away, as I expect both of you brilliant gentlemen will have much to ponder on before coming to a conclusion."

"Why, of course! I, Moff Trialdonatagorangifar Verno, am a genius of much renown, and understand that such endeavors must be carefully thought over with great consideration, lest a mistake be made! Not that I can make such mistakes!"

"As do I understand! I did not create the most prosperous sector in the Outer Rim through luck and foolish endeavors, and so I will ponder this most vexing proposal until such a time as though I feel it proper to respond!."

With that and a few more minutes of pointless posturing, the two left the meeting and I felt relief unlike anything else.

Those two were insufferable, but they were stupid and easy to talk into stuff.

Dragging the energy needed to continue the day from my body kicking and screaming, I check my terminal for any new reports, one being from Ife herself.

Its subject was the academies. A dozen had been built, with another dozen on the way within a week. To call them full academies was a joke, they were mostly prefabs. But they worked, if nothing else.

Already some 60,000 sailors were in the process of being trained, though Ife lamented that the Mando's were only adept at training the combat portions of the curriculum instead of anything, which was a small part given that these were sailors, not soldiers. We were focusing entirely on sailors first, as boots on the ground were far more common than those rated to run warships.

Regardless, these sailors would not be of a particularly great level of quality. This was only worsened by the ISB agents at each facility.

The agents had been given 'advisory roles' at each academy. They are meant to send "success reports" directly to my office and the ISB's office of course. This measure, while annoying to me, creates an illusion of potential. These ISB agents now think that they have a direct line to me in a sense, and if their reports look the best, if their academy does the best, then I'll give them special treatment.

Sure, as ISB members the chain of command was separate in a way, but as a Moff I still had influence. And if they wanted to have more power in the ISB, having the backing of a Moff was helpful.

The second part of the report was the most polite rant about how absolutely shit the ISB agents were that I've ever read. Essentially, the ISB agents weren't just lying about academy success. They were overworking trainees.

They rushed courses, insisted on extra time for the "loyalty courses" which were just the propaganda courses that had already been butchered for the sake of time, and overall stressed trainees out. It was a problem.

Worse yet, it was a problem with no real solution. I couldn't make them leave, they were ISB. I'd let them in to cater to the ISB and essentially get their approval for two dozen new academies and butchered loyalty courses. Now I was stuck dealing with this bullshit.

It was as I was lamenting my fate that Myr'those decided to barge into my office.

"Ah, vermin, this office is atrocious! Where is the carpet? The couch? The high resolution holo-projector with built in surround sound!?"

"Back on Ugea. I just haven't gotten around to ordering it to be brought up."

"Then order faster! Why, back in my day a true Sith wouldn't be caught dead in such atrociously boring quarters. Not to mention, it's located in the bowels of this station with a measly window!"

The window was quite large, actually. It just wasn't the full glass wall my last office had.

"You are the ruler of this sector! You should stand at the peak of this station's tower, watching over your domain, but instead you skulk in the shadows of the station like a pest. Pathetic."

"You're just pissed about your new room, huh."

"It's tiny!"

"It's three times the size of mine, you know."

"That is because I am more deserving of space than you. But it is still an insult!"

I sighed. "Look. The Golan is just the first step. Give it some time, and I'll be bringing in more orbital infrastructure to support the Mard. That'll include a nicer station with more space. For now, you'll have to deal with it. As for the couch, just talk to my secretary. He can get it all sped up for you."

They looked annoyed, but realized I wouldn't budge on this so instead they simply huffed, pouted like a child and left the room.

Makes me incredibly glad I wasn't reborn during the ancient Sith Empire. I couldn't deal with a nation full of people like that.

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Yo. For Darna's section, I wanted to show her own internal flaws a little more. Specifically, how she views Thorne. She's not entirely wrong about him, not really. But she doesn't think he can change, because to her people can't change. Las isn't even an exception, she just believed he was always like that. Why is she acting like this? Because I decided I should actually write my characters like, well, characters with flaws and growth and shit. I keep forgetting to do that.

Other than that, I baked zucchini bread. Shit is an absolute banger, I downed like most of the loaf. My family got maybe two slices. Worst part, it's got like nearly 2 cups of sugar in that thing. So much for veggies being healthy. Still great tho

Something something funny quip find your own laughs.
-Freefaller

 

[cmrdpm]

Hell yeah new chapter. Enjoyed the brief glimpse we got off Darna's interiority.

Also, I think you made an error with your introductions of the moffs.

Moff Verno of the Veragi Sector, and Moff Raioballo of the Veragi sector.

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Later one should be Moff Perionola of the Raioballo sector, if I read the rest of that section correctly? Normally I'd format that cleaner but the editing experience on mobile leaves something to be desired.

 

[Tertius711]

Darna/Thorne ship sail when lmao?

 

[Watching]

They looked annoyed, but realized I wouldn't budge on this so instead they simply huffed, pouted like a child and left the room.

Makes me incredibly glad I wasn't reborn during the ancient Sith Empire. I couldn't deal with a nation full of people like that.

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There's gonna be a spin-off fic about this isn't there?

 

[MrInfinity69]

"I am Moff Trialdonatagorangifar Verno, Moff of the Veragi sector as decreed by our great and esteemed Emperor himself, victor of the Grand Battle of Nharl, the Great Routing of Plooma, and the Desolation of Revyia." Started Verno, placing a hand to his chest. He seemed to take a deeper breath, ready to go further on before Peri interrupted.

"And I am Moff Peri Perionala, Moff of the rich and prosperous Raioballo sector, home to the shipyards of the supremely advanced shipyards of Gravlex Med, with access to industrial capacity second only to the Core itself!"

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Lmao! It's Dumb and Dumber! And that name! How do you even say outloud Trialdonatagorangifar! And the other one is a Star Wars John Johnson!

 

[Saethyr]

and Moff Raioballo of the Veragi sector.

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Should be Moff Perionala of the Raioballo Sector

home to the shipyards of the supremely advanced shipyards

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This one is extra.

 

[Frater Astrotechnicus]

Yeah the isb is a problem
It will only lead to more dropouts

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter Great story as always

 

[Yacov]

It was refreshing, in a way, to have visible proof of her actions meaning something. Her time in the Rebellion had been action packed and full of speeches and bravado, but rarely did it feel as though she was making a difference.

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No crowds cheering your efforts and no walks through happy towns in the early Rebellion.

But the Rebellion felt disconnected to her. Distant, fighting for a cause, for a people that rarely seemed to like them. Sure, nowadays that might've changed but her memories of the Rebellion will always be marred by scared civilians yelling at them to leave, lest the Empire turn them into ash for merely being near them.

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Yeah early Rebels were pariahs and hated as harbingers of destruction. Being cooped up in hermitages and hiding from your fellow citizens doesn't do much for morale. Or psyche.

And, more selfishly, it was a place she felt she belonged.

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There is nothing wrong about wanting a place to belong and feel safe. It is why choosing Rebellion is always a sacrifice, not an obligation.

Thorne didn't. He saw HAVEN as a way to purge corruption. To clean the rot out of the Empire and make it, somehow, the nation it was always meant to be. He saw the Emperor as a great man who made mistakes, and the Empire as a great nation marred by incompetence.

He legitimately believed that Tarkin had been a traitor, at least as far as she could tell.

And he would stay that way until the day he died.

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Thorne is in for a rough time after Endor. Let's hope his work helping citizens will give him to focus on and find fulfillment.

I could see in Verno's eyes that he was about to interrupt the interruption with a continuation of his speech on his virtues. And Peri would almost certainly do the same. And I didn't want to deal with this for more than ten minutes.

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Meet your future subordinates Las. Even if none of you know it. Can't win em all I guess.

The praise seemed to work, the two idiots seemed to preen under a single line of bullshit. Wow, if it's that easy then they must've been super neglected as kids. Wild. Glad that never happened to me, and I turned out fine.

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Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

With that and a few more minutes of pointless posturing, the two left the meeting and I felt relief unlike anything else.

Those two were insufferable, but they were stupid and easy to talk into stuff.

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Get used to it Las. The further from Minda you go the more you will have to deal with Imperials like them. At least until you institute competency tests in your new state.

Regardless, these sailors would not be of a particularly great level of quality. This was only worsened by the ISB agents at each facility.

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Yeah ISB training does not suit sailor life. Good sailors are calm, reasonable jack of all trades comfortable filling roles, highly and lowly, as needed. None of those qualities are helped by the "virtues" of ISB training.

 

[Nesako Tari]

Could ISB's idiocy be solved by a standartized final exam, overseen by sectoral navy officers? If the morons have a clear metric of success, they would be forced to follow the course plan, report failure or falcify documents, giving Las either a reason to throw them out or leverage to use.

 

[Wratus]

Darna/Thorne ship sail when lmao?

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Kek and here I where assuming Darna alongside Oioro would end up as Las's lovers while he gets a most likely Imperial Human wife that perhaps is even from Alderaan or Naboo as that would be just funny for "political" reasons that just wants to get out of the core as she's a loyalist, and she happens to approve her husband having known lovers even if alien or she doesn't mind such a thing that are competent and more importantly loyal to her husband.

Get used to it Las. The further from Minda you go the more you will have to deal with Imperials like them. At least until you institute competency tests in your new state.

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I'm kinda more picturing our great MC Moff Las Mola getting promoted to Grand Moff sometime during the consolidation of Imperial Warlord territories into the establishment of what is the Imperial Remnant 12 ABY thus acting as second in command to Head of State Gilad Pallaeon, as for why this happens would be his track record of turning the Myto sector from one a dozen poor outer-rim sector into a powerhouse and him probably proving himself highly competent during Thrawns campaign in 9 ABY. Wouldn't surprise me if he would have to actually have to take some battlefield command during it and while doing so he shows a surprising competence while only having rudimentary tactical and strategic knowledge he leans on his more competent officers for advice and command, but he has over the years as Moff of the Myto sector become a master of logistics and turns out he is able to apply that in person for battlefield command and campaign management.

Yeah ISB training does not suit sailor life. Good sailors are calm, reasonable jack of all trades comfortable filling roles, highly and lowly, as needed. None of those qualities are helped by the "virtues" of ISB training.

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What he needs is to get as many retired Naval clone officers and veteran Imperial naval officers as possible, perhaps try to find ones that have been wounded in action by the rebellion and needs to retire from active frontline duty to start filling in as teachers for his Naval academies in order to start churning out competent naval personell, and it wouldn't surprise me if the Imperial officers where to find a way to bake in some of the loyalty curriculum directly into the lessons instead of needing it to be a separate thing. Thus turning it into a more adequate loyalty through "subliminal conditioning" instead of the high to fanatic loyalty for the Empire the normal curriculum tries to produce.

 

[mental_shifter]

it's got like nearly 2 cups of sugar in that thing

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That's zucchini cake.

 

[PepeDeLosPalotes]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Heidao]

Darna, dealing with a "true believer" is easier than someone who's just working for the Empire. His goals have already been outlined, and where he can't be fooled marked.

The answer, give him what he wants.

Send him everywhere and send him anything, pertaining to threats of the Empire and the sector. He will leap at every target like a cat with a laser pointer, while you shuffle some teams and staff for her own use.


Pride as wide as an oversector, and predictable greed on their faces. These are the kinds of people Las can work with, those he can lead to water but are easy to get them to drink if you tell them there's a carrot in there. No doubt they both have competent enough staff, that'll tell them all they need to know that creds would flow faster in their coffers. Now Las has prevented his trade traffic from going stale, The Tri-Sector Commerce Alliance will breathe new life in all of their hyperlanes.

It sounds like, your scholas academies need a political officer branch. Would you like to form a Commissariat branch of the acadies? Let the ISB take their pick of "true believers" from the courses, and put in the commissar course. It'll get the ISB mostly off everyone's back, thinking they got loyal citizens breathing down everyone's necks for them, and it'll help "tag" targets to eliminate if the need to shake off the Empire comes up. Killing off incompetent glory seekers, and safeguarding competent people from the backstabber culture.

 

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Makes me incredibly glad I wasn't reborn during the ancient Sith Empire. I couldn't deal with a nation full of people like that.

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Las would just go crazy from dealing with pouting Sith Lords

 

[Heidao]

Las would just go crazy from dealing with pouting Sith Lords

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He'd still end up as a middle managing sith in a backwater subsector, surrounded by competent staff that want the place to get better, either cause it's their home or to use for their careers.

All of his "rivals" keep killing each other, and none wants to take his spot cause no one wants to move there away from the political center or know if they try to tweak it after taking over will collapse everything.

Meanwhile, he becomes a wary target of the Republic, since he's a sith but he's not a monster cause the people are happy and actively outing spies