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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

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swtoring said:
Rothana is not in the ass end of nowhere, it's in THE ass end of nowhere (by design since it was supposed to be a secret blacksite far from politics be they internal ot external), it's beyond the galactic disk and has a complicated security network (that the disney canon ignored completly in favour of making a silly short story about tarkin's personal corvette getting hijacked) i bet it would cost Kuat more to ship the resources there (while simultaenously compromising the integrity of it's defense meaning the only reason they bothered to maintain it is now gone) and whatever they might be capable of making from contracts would be insufficient to justify taking them, to Kuat it's a loss and since they have a massive ring around their planet dedicated to making ships (these fuckers managed to (almost) build the Eclipse 1 there, in SECRET, you know the 17,5km ship with a superlaser that only got discovered because Tyber-Gary Zann-Stuu needed it's navicomputer data, btw why the hell would the eclipse 1 have any of the data regarding palp's secret safehouses, that's the stuff you add after it's finished) the 20 berths described in the chapter are laughably inconsequential to them even if we assume they can build something bigger than an Acclamator and weren't left behind due to the cost of transporting them and adding them to the Kuat ring being far too big compared to whatever it was that the Kuati took from Rothana
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As a side note most of Kuat and Corellia's support facilities are spread throughout their immediate galactic area near their named planets. It was stated that all the offsite locations of the two could nearly match the main systems. Which is impressive when you consider one system has several inhabited and heavily industrialized planets with enough shipyards that it is basically the space trucker's go to ships and the other has a mock up (poor man version) of the Mechanicum's Ring of Iron at Mars.
 
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Maybe we can use the license for the Acclamators that Rothana Heavy Engineering have to trade with Kuat Drive Yards for the license for the Imperial Nebulon b.

The Imperial Nebulon b is not produced by Kuat Drive Yards, and we have use for a Patrol ship, and support ship for our larger ships.
 
Nikoli said:
Do you have any idea how many component parts are inside something the size of a star destroyer
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I think its somewhere along the thousands of uniqe parts alone, which were then duplicated to make same things over and over again. And then again, its probably more, cause SOMEBODY (*cough*Trade Federation) probably patented "door entrance model 1" and other usual things we arent even think about.

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That is a lot of liscenses you need to get access to.
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That is, if the patent is still in power.
Otherwise, he can order his ppl to pull "free-use" one from other sources.
And IF he dont just decide to up-scale and upgrade produced in-house cargohaulers and arm them.
 
CannibalPride said:
Won't it still take years for it to produce ships? Wait, how long does Kuat need to pump out Star Destroyers anyways?
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It's a matter of parallel production. I want to say several years per ship, but given that the Clone Wars raged for all of three, you can probably crank out a capital ship in one year if you're playing with fully developed infrastructure and willing to pay premium for triple shifts and importing everything which can be outsourced.

But, forget ISDs. You don't need destroyers unless you're planning on fleet battles or Base Delta Zero's. For pirate hunting, convoy escort, and anti-rebel patrols? Corvettes and frigates are more than enough. Even cruisers are a bit overkill. Get local production of smaller warships, and watch your sphere of influence grow as your sector remains blissfully free of pirates and "pirates" - because you can bet more than a few Moffs are taking the obvious means of padding their own supplies with that of a rivalling neighbor...
 
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My thoughts on this chapter... exactly how fast can they get those shipyards to Minden when the mc only assigns someone to bring them to his system that is competent.
My guess, when he is not watching bulk movement records will happen.
 
Lokabrenna said:
Considering that its first owner is listed as "Wilhuff Tarkin", as in the same Wilhuff Tarkin who just died on the first Death Star in this story, I'd say yes.
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Actually it should be sitting at that ship yard when mc subordinate travels to pick them up. They could probably pick it up before terex does.
 
Yes, for now, it will probably be smaller ships. Although I would love to see him build modern Harrowers and Terminus. (Who actually owns the licenses for those?)
 
theoretisch cool said:
Yes, for now, it will probably be smaller ships. Although I would love to see him build modern Harrowers and Terminus. (Who actually owns the licenses for those?)
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Whoever can find an intact schematic for them obviously, pretty sure any records went kaput during the Light and Darkness War era of the New Sith Wars and effective technological collapse that came about due to the conflict.
 
RedDeadShyguy said:
Whoever can find an intact schematic for them obviously, pretty sure any records went kaput during the Light and Darkness War era of the New Sith Wars and effective technological collapse that came about due to the conflict.
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I'm pretty sure the only major difference between the two ships was size, so you could really just scale the Gladiator up a bit. The hard part would be negotiating for the design of a whole new workable standard blueprint for the design with KDY.
 
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I'm pretty sure the only major difference between the two ships was size, so you could really just scale the Gladiator up a bit. The hard part would be negotiating for the design of a whole new workable standard blueprint for the design with KDY.
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If we are talking making ships for Las' own purposes, it might be worth using these new shipyards to make Pursuit Light Cruisers and just make both that and the Gladiator to save the fuss. Should be easy to get ahold of both designs given they are main Imperial designs and Las is in the Imperial Military. Both the Gladiator and Pursuit can be divided into separate roles with the Gozanti still remaining useful.

Especially since any naval expansion might have to be handled with Las' own resources. Ordering anything larger than a frigate from larger shipyards is about to get a lot harder now that the Galactic Civil War has kicked off proper. Las is nowhere near important enough to get in front of that cue, no matter how large the bribe.

Have a couple of Gladiators be the main ship for terrestrial campaigns or invading a large station. While the more numerous Pursuits be in charge of pure naval actions, leading beefier patrols and actions against small Rebel fleets. Meanwhile the Gozantis get busted down to Corvette duty. Doing system guard duty and small convoy escorts or as small elements of a larger fleet.
 
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Freefaller said:
in an authors note, I mentioned there would be no smut.
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Still Never? Like I'd respect it, but instead of being a scarred up raisin of a man our Governor could be a galaxy class hedonist. Like I can respect if that's not the way you want to go, but when I see "Gen" or "No relationships" I tend to view fics a bit like a disposable cardboard box.
 
even without smut the fake/tease harem genre I s still funny as f. the whole galaxy thinks he has a harem and he's just clueless to it all lol

gotta luv the anime misunderstanding trope lol
 
Yacov said:
Meanwhile the Gozantis get busted down to Corvette duty.
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That reminds me of the Imperial Gozanti Gunship i saw one time on reddit, 12 laser turrets (4 on the wings where the Tie docking ports would be and their placement mirrored with another 4 dorsally and the final 4 being distributed equally between the for and aft with one ventrally and the other dorsally. Add to that 2 Tie docking ports along the centerline to encourage a purchase of the Tie upgrade package alongside the vessel itself and voila! A perfect ship for the underfunded governors in the outer rim.
 
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Blood in the Void
Omake: Blood in the Void

POV Orrbck the Trash Pontiff, unnamed system near Kaddak, 0ABY

"Your eminence! Message came through."

Orrbck directed a stalk away from their Mitochondria Crunchy Surprise. This distraction better be worth it, or they'd descale this lesser with their own appendages.

"Well, whad are you waiding for? Gib ib here!"

Orrbck snatched the data pad from the lesser's hands. Really, only having 4 appendages at all times was such a burden for them. They'd be pitiable if Orrbck bothered to consider them.

"Now dis is inderesding. Seems mudual friends broughd a gifd!"

This "mutual friends" person had come out of the junk heap once the Empire began snubbing everyone pseudopods. They were a great blessing to Orrbck's holy work. Guiding their forces to many sacred sites left over from before the Empire. They even had the wisdom to leave the more Sanctified vessels under Orrbck's care.

Working with this "mutual friends" was much better than ArrMuck's plan. Following the Empire's wake like a lesser rummaging for scraps in that one system. What was it called? Tavin or something.

"Dose Mynocks in Rothana habe emerged from their holes!"

The data pad noted the KDY corporate-security fleet's continuing departure from the system. Not even the Clone Wars had been able to get them out of that bolt hole of theirs. This could only mean one thing: a divine sign that they are leaving behind junk!

"Errsk! Brrrepare da fleed! Der is holy work do be done!"

The instruments of Orrbck's crusade must be immaculate. The Pelta had to be slimed down and ready to receive all the blessed detritus waiting for them. They couldn't help but jiggle at the thought of all that sweet trash.

If any less pious scavengers tries to take Orrbck's claim, that is what their squad of beatified DP20 Gunships was for. Modified to their tastes with four Beauties bolted on for extra fighter support. They should be more than enough to handle any competition or sentimental hoarders Kuat leaves behind.

"Dis is our momend! Blessings and boundy awaids us! Granded by the Angel of Taxations and Imports!"

This could be Orrbck's chance to get back in the good graces of the Holy Ugor Taxation Collection Agency! They might even realize their error and have Orrbck's excommunication revoked!

Really, calling Orrbck a sinner just because of their Preemptive Garbage Collection techniques. These ships and cargo would have wound up in disposal eventually. Not like the lessers aboard mattered.

"Dey mighd even led me indo the sysdem of Baradise without charging the Ceremonial Donation! Onward! Salvation Awaids!"

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"Hey Errsk, why do let the slime ball talk to you like that? You're their second in command, they should respect you more."

The Trandoshan looked at his fellow pirate like he was crazy.

"Are you kidding? Boss Orrbck might talk a big game and the workplace is covered in slime more often than not. However when it comes time to divide the booty, Orrbck is a a blessing from the Scorekeeper. Always takes the worst stuff as "relics" and leaves the valuable stuff for the crew.

I've put my clutchmate through technician academy in under a year working for them. Stick with us kid, and you'll see how many of boss Orrbck's "miracles" turn out to be genuine."

The new recruit looked intrigued, but unconvinced.

"Just don't put me in one of those Uglies strapped to the DP20s. Looks liable to fly off in Hyperspace."

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This Omake is brought to you by the fact in canon these theocratic garbage worshipping Oozes called Ugors managed to steal the DS1's Gravity Well Tether post-Yavin and make it their Holy of Holies in their "System of Paradise" i.e. system wide junkyard.

Crossposted on SB and SV.
 
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Chp-51: The Alderaanian Scar
Chp-51: The Alderaanian Scar

In the very top of the Imperial Tower on Accordia, I sat at my desk utterly fucking tired.

To be fair, I had been tired throughout my entire tenure as Governor, and will likely continue to be so until I can make my grand escape.

4 years from now.

Fuck me.

Regardless, I sat in a chair I had made just uncomfortable enough to keep me awake, but not so uncomfortable that I couldn't sit in it for a long time. On my desk sat my terminal, on which was a series of reports detailing the failings of some Governor a couple sectors over, but still in the Bright Jewel Oversector.

This Governor had been caught embezzling money from his planet's defense fleet, and was deemed unfit for his duty. He was tossed in prison, and his secretary was given the position.

Now, why am I reading these reports? Well, it's because I'm trying to learn to read between the lines. I've focused so heavily on the economic and industrial factors, that I've become essentially politically stunted. I had some ability, but it mostly stemmed from my self preservation instinct rather than any real political skill.

So, I sat here, trying to discern the truth behind the incident. There were many factors to consider, after all.

The Governor had run his system well, meeting quota consistently and missing little. It was a small agricultural world after all, so little was expected in the first place.

Not only that, but the defense fleet was small. Two Arquitens and a few Gozantis made up the entire fleet.

Suffice to say, a backwater. Then, out of the blue, evidence of corruption just springs up? And the sector Moff takes it seriously?

Now that is suspicious. Apparently it took little time before the Governor was in prison. Like, a week tops.

From what I can tell by the limited information, the secretary had some sort of connection to the Moff, and used it to get himself the position. But why take up the position of secretary in the first place? Seems odd. He could've just been Governor from the start.

Unless he got the secretary job then found out the Moff didn't like this Governor. Used his position to frame the Governor, and got rewarded.

I lean back and sigh. The info is limited, as is my capacity to care about the plights of others. So, I swipe the reports away and pull up the deluge of daily reports from around both Minda and Edin.

Sale of TIE variants had increased a surprising amount, to the point that I was almost considering expanding operations. Almost being the key word here. With the whole Rothana business coming up, it would cause undue strain.

And oh boy, the Rothana situation is weighing heavily on my mind. It's the big catch of the season, and I gotta get it. If I don't, I have a very stressful few years ahead of me.

But, since I'd rather avoid having to deal with the negotiations, I sent Oioro to do it for me. This gets a spy out of my midst for a little while, and gives me leverage in the negotiations. Oioro, after all, is the one that did the majority of the negotiating for the Rendili and CEC contracts. She is a beast in the boardroom.

Is it weird that I find that strangely attractive? No? Moving on.

Grant was found. She was just sorta vibing in the Mindan training center. And by vibing, I mean absolutely demolishing the training droids we've got set up over there. Some old, highly advanced Commando droids from that first Seppie wreck we found. Can't use em as soldiers, optics are bad, but as training material?

First class.

Honestly, it was only their armor that ensured they weren't scrapped completely. Never knew human hands could dent fucking cortosis plating. Yeah, the super-rare near blaster proof cortosis.

Dented.

Made me question if she was using steroids, but she's much too prideful for that kind of thing. That, and the fact that every cadet she caught using them got the shit beaten out of them on the training mat…while they were on the roids.

So, my reasons for fearing her are plain to see. Thing is, Alderaan just went kaboom. I wasn't planning to do anything with her originally, cause I was planning to just fake my death.

However, as is clear, I am still here. On Minda. Working.

I think God hates me. Or is it the Force?

Regardless, I now have to address her clear mental issues regarding this. So, I had her summoned up to my office.

I also have Myr'thos stand outside, for now. Powerful as they are, I don't want her feeling like this is a really intense situation. Might set her off.

As she walks into the room, I immediately notice some small details about her, a skill picked up from the past two years of paranoia.

She has fairly well hidden bags under her eyes, and her hands are twitching.

She salutes. "Governor, Sir!"
"At ease, Commander." I state plainly, thinking about how I might approach this. I can't just charge head first, right? That seems like suicide.

"The droids will require some…repair, Commander." She winces, but I continue.

"Still, it is impressive what you did. A shining example of your efforts, if nothing else." Shit, I better get on topic, or I'll never get this done.

"Regardless, the fact that you were so absorbed that you failed to respond to multiple calls is…worrying, to say the least."

"I sincerely apologise, Governor!" She blurts out, eyes seeming a little wilder than before, her breathing becoming a tad more erratic.

I raise my hand, eyes closed. Partially because it's, like, really cool to be able to silence people with a hand raise, and partially because I need to think and I can't look at her and not be on the verge of shitting my pants in fear. Like FUCK she's scary. The muscles bulging on her arms could kill me really fast.

Also kinda attractive. What is up with me today?

"Look, Commander…I understand that recent news from the…Core…has impacted all of us in…different ways…" I continue, my speech halting slightly. How do you even start talking about a planetary genocide? Shoulda paid attention in those shitty speech classes in college.

Grant's breath hitches, eyes seeming to vibrate. Have I stepped on a landmine? Should I backpedal!? Fuck, am I about to die!?!?

Her breathing speeds up, her hands clenching and unclenching at a rapid pace. Shit, is this a panic attack? What do I do!? Run!?

No, if she snaps she'll get tossed in a ward. I'd need a new commander!

I pause for a second. A new commander would work, right? The thought immediately runs from my mind. Nah, a new commander might be a spy! Or a political plant! Or just a complete asshole! She may be crazy, but she's competent!

Standing up from my desk, I raise my voice a smidgen, and change my tone into the one I use when giving speeches to soldiers. A little more timber to sound a little more commanding.

"Commander, can you hear me?" I ask, but her eyes are unfocused, her breathing erratic. Odd grunts escape her mouth on occasion, like her mind wants to speak but her body won't respond.

"Grant, are you with me?" Again, no response. Fuckin hell, how do I manage this!? I'll try at least one more time.

"Kaela! Look at me!" I'm louder this time, almost shouting, but it works. Her gaze snaps up to me. In the back of my mind, I realize this is the first time I've called her by her first name. Weird.

"Breathe. Slowly. Just like me, alright?" This time, I keep my voice and tone softer, leading her through the basic yoga exercises I tried once. The strangest things stick with you, huh?
Regardless, she does follow, her eyes seeming to see reality again, her breathing becoming deeper.

"You're here. In the office. On Minda. You're safe, yeah?"

She nods, a shaky thing but it's confirmation that she's alright.

I gesture over to the couch. "Here, take a seat. Do you want anything? Water, a snack, some coco?"

She nods her head slightly at the last one as she sits down, blankly staring down at her own hands.

I quickly make a new cup at my machine, and silently lament the loss of some coco. Alas, it is for a greater cause.

Handing her the cup, I sit down next to her, but give her some space. Partially because she probably needs it, and partially out of fear. Which is something I've been feeling a lot of recently.

That can't be healthy.

She now stares down blankly into the mug, before taking a small sip. Then another. This continues for a good couple minutes until the mug is empty, and her breathing is back to normal.

It's at this point that she realizes that she's just had a major panic attack in front of her superior officer, which is probably the worst place to have one in the Empire.

Immediately, she darts up on shaky legs, mug still in hand.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir! I d-don't know what c-came over me, I-I-I-I ju-just shut down and-"

"Kaela."

She stops talking, looking at me with fear filled eyes. The very first time I've ever seen her feel that.

"You had a panic attack. That is fine. Your home planet was just destroyed. It is a perfectly understandable reaction to such an event. I'm not blaming you for this, alright?"

Kaela seems frozen for a second, before nodding shakily. I continue.

"This is actually what I was calling you up here for. As it stands, you have just undergone a very tumultuous experience, to say the least. As such, I wanted to know how you were feeling."

She seems shocked. I mean, an Imperial officer caring about their subordinates' feelings? Absurd!

Unfortunately for me, it's kind of my job to keep her functional.

"Clearly, you're not fine."

She starts to speak again, but I cut her off.

"Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of you, or transferring you, or anything else. You are, by far, the most competent military commander I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. No, I'm instead telling you to go to therapy."

She quirks her head at me in obvious confusion. I would be confused if I were her as well.

Thing is, among the variety of bonuses that are afforded to the soldiers in my employ is therapy. Not even by Imperial therapists, but actual licensed therapeutic doctors who, through my own checking, aren't hyper nationalistic. No rebel connections, thankfully, just good at their jobs. Darna was the one who found them. Literally the best secretary I could ask for. Oioro ain't got shit on her.

"On top of that, you are to take the next month off as paid vacation."

Here, she tries to protest again. "But, sir! I need to-"

"The only thing you need to do is figure yourself out, Kaela. But, until you've done that, you are at risk of further attacks. That can't happen in the middle of a fight, or a critical moment, and you know that."

By the look on her face, I'm right. Good. Cause I am bullshitting the entire goddamn time.

"Look. I'm not telling you to retire, alright. Just…take some time off. Go to therapy. Get the help you need. And when you're ready, you can come right back. Can't have you at anything less than 100%, alright?"

"...Alright, Governor."

"Good. Now, you'd best get going, as I have a meeting to get to, and you have some therapy sessions to schedule."

Grant simply nodded, and walked off to the doorway as I sat back down at my desk.

Before she leaves, she realizes she's still holding one of my mugs. My custom made, sleek as hell, practically thermos level mugs made of a deep black stone with flecks of purple within. The real nice ones. Cost me like 30 grand for a dozen, but it was so worth it.

"Ah! I-I apologize, I almost-"

"Don't worry, just keep it." I say, waving my hand like it doesn't matter to me. Which it does. A lot. I make very little personal money, so it took like four months to save up for that fucking mug set.

She looked at me strangely, before bowing her head slightly.

"Thank you, sir."

I quirk an eyebrow at her, slightly confused. The fuck?

"What for?"

Now she's looking at me all confused. Which is an odd expression to see on her face.

"F-for the help. And the m-mug."

"It's my job, commander. No need to thank me." Now, thankfully, in order to escape this awkwardness, I have a little button that can simulate the noise of my terminal receiving a call. Which I press.

She gets it, and leaves, leaving me in my office. Alone. Tired.

Out of hot cocoa.

FUCK!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hi there folks! Here with a different chapter, because I wanted to write something but didn't know what it was gonna be. That, and the fact that I wanted to address this loose end. Kaela's shenanigans ain't over yet. But she's on the path of mental stability, one shaky step at a time.

Commentary and feedback appreciated.

Thanks for reading!

-Freefaller
 
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