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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

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Demonianism said:
If macross style mechs come to the Corusca galaxy it will be because of Mandalorians.
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Mandalorians yearn for the old days when they had their brothers - Basilisks - living alongside them. Mandos never had any droid rebellions because Basilisks were family members that bonded with mandos as they grew up. And they made it everyone's problem. Nothing like a fighter-mecha-murdemachine ridden by an even crazier guy to brighten your day.

There is a reason Mandalore is still prohibited from building droids.
 
AldariSiradla said:
Las basically met himself in the form of Marv.
And he didn't even realize it!
"I just want a cushy life, Force dammit!"
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Las will make a diligent civil-servant of him yet!

If Mugwuffin can reproduce parthenogenetically, like a tribble, then maybe Marv can get a hatchling?
 
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And so the spread of the guild begins and it will become the reason for why the entirety of the Pentastar Alignment ends up being transformed fully into the Imperial Remnant and staying that way instead of just a part of it did over time cuz of war with the New Republic and economics like in true canon(legends).

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I admit. I do genuinely hope to see Mola's RnD department decide to try and crack the design for Basilisk's. Those particular droids are genuinely amazing, and he would probably gain the undying loyalty of the entirety of the Mandalorian people off Mandalore for doing so.

I admit i mostly just want to see Mandalorians riding Basilisk again. Such a fun concept!
 
Wise choice of words young moff, you asked for a "Lazy Life" not a "Quiet Life". Were that the case, you'd have been catapulted into an adventure of constant battle and ridiculous power growth.

While files and word will say the new guild is under Marv, it'll just be another apparatus for Las' policy of cyclic profit and societal happiness. Las' people will set the foundation, and in return both sides will benefit from market data and intel/rumors of conflicts in the hyper lanes.

The Mando Migrant Movement has been seen as a resounding success. Constant reports of pirates and criminals pouring in, getting mauled and looted across the system. And with them assisting in training, along with the new focus on combat capability over extra loyalty lessons, will mean that the troops that would pour out in the coming years will probably be seen as 'Elite Troops' against their peers from the other sectors. Meaning more favors for transfers, both ways from other moffs, and probably from the grand moff too.


The obvious signs that someone is pointing crime Las' way could be anyone. Could be rival grand moffs trying screw over Kaine by removing a golden goose, could be any of the syndicates or Hutt cartels that see a fat shining pile of loot that's heavily defended and is getting fatter by the day or it could be the rebels trying to soften up the region in any way while their busy in their area.

Doesn't matter, free loot and weapons training for Las' people
 
Rustic said:
Alright, basilisk are a no go. There not imperial enough .. soo why not make zoids.
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I'd personally recommend something similar to the weird hoverboard used by Saren Arterius during his Boss Battles in Mass Effect 1. Fast, relatively portable, can be summoned to you from a distance, the size means they can easily be made in larger numbers, and it can pick a personal shield and a surprising amount of firepower.
 
Freefaller said:
. The Mandalorian clans kept growing as more and more showed up in the sector with each passing day, and they all had plenty of work.

So, I'd started offering better contracts. Not with the Guild, but directly with the local Imperial Government.

These contracts were much longer term, to the tune of 5 years, but with triple if not quadruple the amount of quarterly pay for the clan at large. Not to mention, positions as trainers at the new academies that came with generous paychecks.

Of course, that wasn't all. Those who signed on got fairly sized land grants on multiple planets across the sector, usually right next to capital cities, such as Accordia. The idea was that such land would allow them to store their supplies, set up camp and settle in for a long contract.

The sneakier idea was that by settling them so close to cities, they would intermingle with the locals and come to call the sector home.
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He's gonna wind up Mand'alor by accident at this rate. Mandalorians are flocking to his territory, gaining land, wealth, combat experience, and, most importantly, armaments; anyone with an eye to ancient history is going to look at this with great concern. Mandalorians coming together in large numbers has historically ended rather poorly for the galaxy at large.
 
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Jir Coru
Minda, Ugea, Accordia
1.12 ABY

Jir's eyes swept over the armed freighter before her. A YV-929 Armed Freighter. It was an ugly ship, but aesthetics were irrelevant in most cases.

It belonged to a small mercenary band who was in for their yearly inspection. All Guild affiliated mercenaries, companies and more had to submit to yearly inspections of their operations in order to ensure they were staying up to the code of the Guilds bylaws.

And as it stood, this band was not meeting said bylaws.

As she stalked through the ship, she took note of every imperfection. Undusted tables, slightly rusted metal. Small things that to her spoke of a lack of discipline. Unacceptable.

Deeper into the ship she went, noting how blasters were of various makes and models. Taking a second to identify each one using her Yewcast AR glasses, she noted that the weaponry failed to sufficiently cover weaknesses, with a distinct lack of longer range weaponry denoting a lack of preparedness.

Moreover, the weapons lacked any cross compatibility in terms of parts and manufacturers, creating a larger logistical strain that once more spoke of a lack of preparedness.

Another mark on her PDA.

It was then that she went to the second floor, where the cargo was stored. She checked to ensure each and every cargo unit was safely secured, which they were. A point in their favor, she supposed.

But the rest of the cargo hold reversed that. Within sat speeder bikes, all older models that her AR glasses noted as being older models, and therefore more prone to malfunctions.

Finally, she entered the cockpit, immediately marking down the frivolous contraptions hanging from individual seats. A sabacc card hung from the hyperdrive lever above the pilots seat.

Pathetic. Such distractions were not acceptable of mercenaries whose work is representative of the Guild.

Eventually, she left the ship. Outside, she walked past the mercenary band itself and to her superior.

Currently, she was a Junior Member Success Liaison. Because despite her years of previous experience as a Commandant, all Guild Members had to undergo some sort of evaluation/training period to ensure they were right for the job.

As such, she was assigned to a Senior Member Success Liaison. One Gretam Yun. Gretam was a bulky man, a heavyset Gamorrean. His skin was a dark green, his tusks polished to a gleaming white. His uniform was well pressed and clean.

To Jir, he was the spitting image of professionalism. Sure, her old comrades at the Academy would've sneered at an alien, but she was no fool.

One did not survive Coruscant by judging through species alone.

"I've finished the inspection, sir." She said simply. The Guild in many ways was a more casual organization, with members often simply calling each other by name. Nor was there a salute of any kind.

Still, she straightened her back and instinctively entered a salute stance, the only thing missing being the actual salute. Instead, she handed her PDA over to her superior for him to check.

He took hold of it, the machine looking smaller in his large hands. He synced it to his own before handing it back and reading through her commentaries.

For a minute they stood in silence, all the while the mercenary band they were checking stood in the background, Jir ignoring their nervous gazes all the while.

"Alright." Rumbled out Gartem. "This is an opportunity for growth, so keep that in mind while we go over this."

Jir nodded sharply, wondering where she had gone wrong. She was certain she'd marked everything of note and more.

"To start with, you seem to be marking based on a significantly stricter criteria than necessary. You note over a dozen instances of dusty surfaces as a marker of lacking discipline amongst crew. This is not a metric by which the Guild marks things."

"This extends to multiple other marks made. Rusting hinges and personal items hanging from the console are not metrics we measure. They are irrelevant. While I can understand the logic behind your reasoning, it seems to me your past experience is coloring your criteria."

He lowers his PDA, making eye contact with her. In the back of her mind, she suppresses any reaction. Eye contact with superior officers in the Empire had been rare, as most didn't bother to look at those below them. Their gaze had to be earned. A tactic she had employed on her students and children as well.

"This isn't the Academy. These are not soldiers. They are mercenaries. While we do expect a level of professionalism and competence from them, these nitpicks are pointless because, again, they are mercenaries. Their ship works well, and more importantly their records so far showcase a high level of competence in their contracts."

A part of Jir wants to lash out at this point. Irrelevant!? She was not holding them to the standards of her students! This was, at best, half as strict! She had come in expecting to be lenient to a small degree given that mercenaries were not expected to be soldiers, but this was unacceptable. But speaking against a superior wasn't something she was willing to do, and so she kept quiet.

"But that's not to say you didn't make any good observations. Your notes on their weapons and speeders are valid, though not as marks against them but points for them to rectify. By giving them pointers to improve on, you help boost their progress. Not to mention, it creates an opportunity for you to sell them newer speeders and weapons."

Something in her face must've shown something, because the Gamorrean sighed. "Your strengths clearly lie in an incredible eye for detail, administrative work and more. But your criteria is mismatched with the industry. The best chance for you to grow is to apply that eye for detail to helping our members succeed. It's in the job title after all. When I first joined, I would've never thought to check and see if their weaponry was varied enough to cover different situations, nor would I have checked the age of their speeders. If you can align your criteria with the Guilds, I'm sure you can go far."

To Jir, it was clear that the Guild's criteria was foolish, lacking in discipline, and many other descriptive words she didn't care to say or think. So she only had one response.

"Of course, sir." She would simply have to find ways around this. To drag herself upwards on her own merits, using the strategies she had employed for decades. If that meant acquiescing to some smaller rules now, it was worth it.

"Good, good. Now, it's around time for our lunch break. I was going to order something for the office. What are you feeling?"

"I appreciate it, sir, but I couldn't possibly-"

"It's on me."

"...Alderaanian noodles, please."

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Tria Bontera
Braxant Sector, Braxant
1.12 ABY

"And again, remember, never say yes to a bribe. Internal audits will find out, and you will be put in prison. If you just do your job well, you make good money. And as the BGES (Braxant Guild of Economic Stability) improves, so will your paycheck!"

And with that, the class ended. Tria resisted the urge to sigh heavily into her hands until she was out of the classroom and in the safety of a restroom.

A week ago she'd taken on a job from the Guild. On occasion the Guild posted optional programs for employees. Usually a temp transfer to a frontier world to help train up new personnel or whatnot, with a decent bonus attached. Of course, if no one took it, someone would be transferred anyways, so the bonus just helped speed things up.

When the notice went out that another Guild was being built in the sector next door, it caused some concern. Would a competitor mean the IGCPP lose value? Would their salaries drop?

Then, another notice went out about how employees could take a hefty bonus to temporarily transfer to the new Braxant Guild in order to train up their own employees from scratch. Apparently because the Braxant Guild was going to facilitate smoother trade between the two sectors.

Tria had been a Guild employee since it was first formed. She had plenty of experience, and had decided that this bonus would be a great way to bolster her stock portfolio with a new cash infusion. She'd been eying that new Abyssal industries stock for a while.

What she hadn't anticipated was how painful this would be. Every class she had to make it painfully clear that you weren't supposed to take bribes. That, yes, you would be paid a living wage. It was in the BGES charter!

Logically, she understood that this was because people didn't trust the Empire, and the locals hadn't trusted the Empire in a long, long time.

But emotionally, it was getting really annoying to have students in each and every class ask about "side hustles" and "supplementary income". Just do your job!

And from what she heard from other trainers, it was much the same. People were so used to a state of corruption and inefficiency that the idea of a system that worked, that did was it was meant to honestly, was a myth. A legend. The bribes you paid to get a work registration weren't bribes anymore, it was just the cost of paperwork.

Still, it wasn't for nothing. Moff Delninian had apparently started a plethora of reforms, with Governors and more who protested being shown the full effect of the Braxant sector's oversized patrol forces. He was essentially brute forcing the slower destruction of corruption that had been taking place in the Myto sector.

It wouldn't work as well, but the Moff seemed insistent on doing something, so she couldn't blame him.

Now, she had to work out how to explain "standardized procedure" to her next class without it somehow involving a shady stack of credits.

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Las

Trade. Commerce. Business. Call it what you want, but no matter what people said about life, philosophy, politics or more, trade was the lifeblood of the galaxy.

And I was looking to do more of that.

Piracy had been on the rise constantly, to the point that it was commonplace. Trade had stayed stable enough because of the sheer amount of mercenaries patrolling the sector, but that wasn't something that would last. Because the pirates kept showing up, and mercenaries could only do so much.

The largest mercenary companies were allowed a single frigate-sized vessel. Some pirate bands had multiple. It just wasn't sustainable, and I wasn't going to let mercs run around in cruisers.

But all the solutions to my problems cost either time or money. The former I had no control over, but the latter was something I could earn more of. Which was why I turned to trade.

The Guild existed mostly to allow merchants and companies to trade within the sector. It was a self contained system.

But that didn't mean merchants didn't come and go from the sector. They brought in goods simply not available within the sector, and left with raw materials or finished industrial goods that had become the staple of the sector's export economy.

So, I sent out messages to the offices of the Raibollo and Veragi sectors Moffs. They weren't part of the Bright Jewel Oversector, but they had access to other trade routes that would make all of us very rich if exploited correctly.

The idea was simple. Reduction on tariffs and border crossing fees on either side of the border for merchants coming and going if they were buying or selling on either side. This would incentivize merchants to trade between the sectors and buy/sell between those markets more often. Therefore, despite the reduction in tariffs and fees, traffic would increase significantly, therefore increasing revenue.

Of course, I expected both Moffs to have more questions, make demands, etc… but I was hoping to appeal to their greed more than anything else. Especially since I wasn't asking to expand the Guild to either sector at all. That would be a huge no-no.

Other than that, I had been looking deep into subsidies. The recent economic boom had been shoving more and more people into industrial jobs on frontier planets, meaning faster growth. With the right amount in subsidies, given to systems that have proven a lack of corruption, said subsidies could bring great boosts in the infrastructure needed to support more industries.

Some planets even had the right industries needed to one day host shipyards of varying sizes, though that would be for the farther future once more industry had been built up and their economies could handle the strain.

I wrote a few recommendations and sent them off to my secretary, who would send them to various analysts to check the validity. While I'm quite good at what I do, I'm not so arrogant as to believe that I'm always right 100% of the time. Having teams of economic and industrial analysts on hand to help check me and otherwise advise me was pretty useful.

As I scrolled through my terminal, checking on the progress reports from everything from the holo-net relays to the Academies and more, I came across a message from the University of Coruscant.

"Dear Moff Las Mola

We here at the University of Coruscant are impressed by your paper on the Imperial Guild of Commerce, Production and Protection, and the economic points made within. We cordially invite you to present yourself before a committee of academic experts to engage in a thesis defense, the success of which would grant you a Doctorate by Portfolio.

We sincerely await your arrival
-University of Coruscant
Office of the Dean

Huh.

I'd forgotten I'd sent that.

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Yo. A quickie of sorts. Played more Crimson Desert, the game is growing on me, in a good way. It opened up significantly. Also, you can adopt pets? And give them armor? And theres a research tree? And a house customization? And a mercenary system? They really just tossed the kitchen sink in there and its fucking incredible.

Rage against the machine, but buy my product!
-Freefaller
 
Freefaller said:
"Dear Moff Las Mola

We here at the University of Coruscant are impressed by your paper on the Imperial Guild of Commerce, Production and Protection, and the economic points made within. We cordially invite you to present yourself before a committee of academic experts to engage in a thesis defense, the success of which would grant you a Doctorate by Portfolio.

We sincerely await your arrival
-University of Coruscant
Office of the Dean
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He might even meet Darth Vader and discuss economy.
 
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