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(((OOC, not my best omake but an Imperial Spy would definitely overthink the conversation. Watch Las fail upwards!)))
The young lady in red and white sighed. She had been hoping to get more out of the Moff. She had expected bad pick up lines, expected him to boast about his sector's military strength, but he chose to discuss taxation policy. Even if he was not attracted to her, he should have been more willing to talk to her about something less benign. After all, everyone should knew who she was. As much as she sometimes hated the fact that her heterochromia gave her away in field work, it was undoubtedly useful in being noticed. She had expected asking for favors, asking for a date, maybe asking to be left alone, but he had done none of those. He was completely nonplussed and wanted to discuss economics. Pulling up the dossier on the Moff, she noticed that he intended to focus almost to an absurd amount on economics, and generally let other people handle the other aspects of his sector. Though the presence of non-humans in nearly all corners of his administration was alarming, his focus on economics did bear fruit.
She then realized something. He was talking to well known Imperial intelligence agent about economics. What was he trying to tell her about? Granted, she generally did not care much about the administrative aspects of her work but perhaps that was a mistake. Pulling up a spreadsheet, she began to cross check the reports with the treasury reports. She frowned. While she had expected some discrepancies, she had not expected to find them that quickly. She was not a forensic accountant, so if this was what a cursory review did, perhaps she should bring this up the chain. A week later, she was in formal military dress kneeling before his Imperial majesty.
"Your highness, I am concerned with some of our accounting numbers. A moff brought it to my attention, and I believe he is correct to be concerned. As such, I would reque -" Palpatine raised is hand. She stopped talking.
"You are a faithful servant. You have earned enough trust that if you believe something should be looked into, it should be looked into. What specifically do you require of me?" Palpatine requested.
"My lord, clearly the man is an economic savant. He has somehow governed a backwater of a planet into a productive one and his sector appears to be undergoing the same transformation. Given his esteemed rank and loyalty, I thought it would be best if you order him to do an audit for the benefit of the Empire," she explained.
"Granted. You are dismissed," the Emperor ordered.
Three weeks later, in the Moff's office...
"What do you mean I am doing an audit of the entire Empire!" Las yelled.
"The order comes from the Emperor himself. Apparently you impressed someone on your last trip to Imperial Center." Zyx commented.
"Is there any way to get out of this?" Las aswked.
"Sorry bro. The orders came from the Emperor himself. Sometimes the reward for good work is more work," Zyx replied.
"But I wanted to take a vacation..." Las whined.
What about those big droid minibosses from Force Unleashed?Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic. It's either too clean, too realistic, or too dirty in a way that's more post-apocalypse than star wars.
Try to look at Front Mission, and Mecharashi, the game was basically Front Mission for majority of it's development cycle, or Heavy Gear.Also, been trying to find mechs that actually fit star wars and holy shit is it hard. Nothing seems to fit aesthetically, and the two I used for Yulitra's POV previously were not what I consider particularly up to snuff. Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic. It's either too clean, too realistic, or too dirty in a way that's more post-apocalypse than star wars.
Food fights where much more serious a long time ago.Her food slammed the door open, cheap metal bending under her armored heel.
Not exactly a problem if it is.Wouldn't that be just the Dark Trooper project in a different incarnation?
Huh, I wonder how many Moff and Imperial civil leaders actually have an education? I mean one related to their current position. Some might have received a nobility based education, but that is not the same thing as a university based one.Yet, despite this, I was firmly of the belief I'd never wish to return. Sure, I was walking away from the place a Doctor of Political Science, and the only thing the planet had really taken from me was money and time.
So my solution? Subsector capitals! These roaming administrative centers would exist for the purpose of ensuring taxes were paid, mediating trade and political disputes between governors, and auditing subsidy money to ensure it was being used properly.
Ah yes, Satrapies. Those are great for ruling distant territories and potentially expanding beyond the sector. Great idea Las.As for who runs these things? Well, as far from career politicians I could find. They would be paid generously, and their finances monitored extensively to ensure they weren't taking bribes. Them, and all those working there, would not be from that subsector at all to ensure few if any local connections.
And most of all, they would be on mandatory rotation. No more than 3 years in any given subsector for the higher leadership, 6 years for lower workers. Meant to prevent corruption. Of course, information from these rotations would be given to the next rotation to ensure continuity of information flow and that the next workers knew what they were dealing with coming in.
Admittedly, if this was a tool of direct governance, it would be a poor one. But it's not, its duties are well defined and narrow enough that the scope won't overwhelm them. They exist to take a load off of the capital's shoulders by helping locals deal with local problems.
Better start stockpiling. Once the Galactic hegemony collapses those stockpiles are going to be needed to sustain your galactic neighbors from the inevitable famines and droughts. Starving neighbors are hostile neighbors.The reports were clear that production of essential goods like food, water, fuel and more were still well within projections, capable of sustaining a population roughly double the sector's current ~500 million.
Might I recommend looking into the ARCHAX. It is a real life mech made for the ultra wealthy. That being said a coat of mass produced metal, replace the wheels with feet, an Imperial paint job, and some grime and I could see it fitting in Star Wars.Also, been trying to find mechs that actually fit star wars and holy shit is it hard. Nothing seems to fit aesthetically, and the two I used for Yulitra's POV previously were not what I consider particularly up to snuff. Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic. It's either too clean, too realistic, or too dirty in a way that's more post-apocalypse than star wars.
Also, been trying to find mechs that actually fit star wars and holy shit is it hard. Nothing seems to fit aesthetically, and the two I used for Yulitra's POV previously were not what I consider particularly up to snuff. Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic. It's either too clean, too realistic, or too dirty in a way that's more post-apocalypse than star wars.
Myto sector is sprinting towards an economic golden age like it's the 1920s while the rest of the galaxy is suffering from the Death Star recession.Aside from that, the funding increase born from an increased tax base which itself was born from the economic boom had born fruit!
Yeah, I guess the imperial army could use some more funding and a revamp. Maybe the forces in sector will find their own niche/doctrine that's different from the galactic standard?"I see, General. It's understandable. And the state of the sector army isn't acceptable. Once funding permits, which shouldn't be too far in the future, Army academies will be opened, or already existing academies will be expanding to provide you with a better stock of officers."
Oh, that's not a good sign. Well, I guess we could add backup space internet in sector as another mega project Las can per-sue. Maybe based on the CIS shadowfeed?The economic tracker. It'd stopped. Each price was frozen solid on the screen, not changing an inch.
A second later, the screen flashed.
CONNECTION LOST
Huh, is it really that hard? I mean, one of the walkers in Star Wars is literally just a Flak88 bolted onto a pair of legs.Also, been trying to find mechs that actually fit star wars and holy shit is it hard. Nothing seems to fit aesthetically, and the two I used for Yulitra's POV previously were not what I consider particularly up to snuff. Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic. It's either too clean, too realistic, or too dirty in a way that's more post-apocalypse than star wars.
Have you tried the Scopedog from VOTOMS? Or the Tau Battlesuits?Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic.
Firstly, why look for Mecha when you've already mentioned the perfect one?Chp-112
Las
The rest of our time on Coruscant was oddly peaceful. A dinner in a private booth at The Pinnacle and plenty of rest in a hotel orders of magnitude nicer than any accommodation I'd ever lived in was a pleasant way to end the trip.
Yet, despite this, I was firmly of the belief I'd never wish to return. Sure, I was walking away from the place a Doctor of Political Science, and the only thing the planet had really taken from me was money and time.
But that didn't change the fact that it felt slimy on an almost spiritual level. Maybe it was the Force bond with Mugwuffin, maybe it was just my preconceptions of the place, but it was almost as though every surface was covered in a thin coating of lies. The glitter only served as a cover.
Stepping foot back into the Vigil was in a weird sense comforting. Even more comforting was sitting in my quarters and reviewing the reports sent back from the Myto sector.
Things had gone surprisingly well since I'd been gone. A part of me feared I'd return to ash, but if these reports were correct things were moving smoothly.
Darna, as Guild Headmistress, was putting a great deal of interest in helping build the BGES up. The report stated she wished to create more economic prosperity by ensuring the sister guild was well built and efficient.
I was certain once I returned, an encrypted report would detail exactly how many spies and she'd embedded all throughout the BGES. And then another report from Thorne on how he curtailed her worst habits, then another from Darna complaining about Thorne and so on.
If not for the extremely secretive nature of our operations, I'd force the two of them to attend some sort of HR team building exercise or something. As it is, I'll just have to maintain their stupidity.
Aside from that, the funding increase born from an increased tax base which itself was born from the economic boom had born fruit!
Ever since I'd taken the seat of Moff, I'd been inundated with work. And it wasn't all sector development. Oftentimes I was dealing with disputes between Governors. I was dealing with minutia that frankly speaking was inefficient.
What made it worse was that I wasn't massively familiar with the cultures of those subsectors. I wanted to tour the sector properly, visit every single world and get something akin to a read on them but with so much work it wasn't really a viable option for me.
So my solution? Subsector capitals! These roaming administrative centers would exist for the purpose of ensuring taxes were paid, mediating trade and political disputes between governors, and auditing subsidy money to ensure it was being used properly.
Essentially, it would take a load off of the work I and others at the capital deal with on the daily.
Each would have an escort element, Arbiters not yet retrofitted to newer standards. This gave the older models something to do other than sit around in sector with a far reduced pirate presence. And it's not as though these sub-capitals would be juicy targets, since they aren't carrying around precious cargo.
The vessel to carry each sub-capital was to be a Strike-Class Cruiser. An unusual ship in the Imperial line up, and not the first choice. Originally, it was to be Imperial Complexes towed through hyperspace given they are capable of space flight.
However, it was deemed cheaper to simply design an in-house administration module for the Strike-Class. Especially since it shared many parts with its sister ship, the Eidolon-Class which itself was a modified Strike-Class design.
These administrative models would expand the living quarters to more comfortably accommodate the expanded crew, alongside adding extensive offices to give said crew the ability to do their jobs effectively.
As for who runs these things? Well, as far from career politicians I could find. They would be paid generously, and their finances monitored extensively to ensure they weren't taking bribes. Them, and all those working there, would not be from that subsector at all to ensure few if any local connections.
And most of all, they would be on mandatory rotation. No more than 3 years in any given subsector for the higher leadership, 6 years for lower workers. Meant to prevent corruption. Of course, information from these rotations would be given to the next rotation to ensure continuity of information flow and that the next workers knew what they were dealing with coming in.
Admittedly, if this was a tool of direct governance, it would be a poor one. But it's not, its duties are well defined and narrow enough that the scope won't overwhelm them. They exist to take a load off of the capital's shoulders by helping locals deal with local problems.
Anything past that isn't what they're paid to do, and I will never ask a worker to do more than their job requires without compensation.
A few more reports were read through, though nothing of massive importance. Subsidies were going well, staggered as they were and requiring thorough auditing. Immigration was on the rise, with people coming in from neighboring sectors after finding job opportunities on planets with growing economies.
The reports were clear that production of essential goods like food, water, fuel and more were still well within projections, capable of sustaining a population roughly double the sector's current ~500 million.
After all the reports, however, was a meeting.
"General Zantara. Good to see you."
"And you, Moff Mola. Was your trip successful?"
"Considering I'm Doctor Las Mola now, yes, thank you. Now, the meeting request stated a desire for more funding towards the army."
Yulitra's hologram flickered for a second, the connection not the best in transit. We were half a galaxy away, and honestly I found it incredible that we could even communicate. The wonders of this universe would never cease to amaze me.
"Congratulations, sir. And yes, I do believe the Sector Army requires greater funding."
Her hologram disappeared as a series of charts and diagrams took her place. At a glance, they indicated readiness levels and average equipment age.
"As it stands, the Sector Army is not up to snuff. While individual governors outfit their troops as they see fit, the wider army apparatus is pockmarked at best in terms of readiness. The pirate surge has seen the vast majority of engagements be on a naval level, and most ground engagements therefore utilizing Stormtrooper forces. Army engagements outside of that showed far worse outcomes."
Another graph. This one made the data clear. Casualties for army engagements with pirate forces were noticeably higher than those with Stormtrooper forces.
"While this can partially be attributed to incompetence in the officers, the effect of shoddy equipment and lackluster training cannot be ignored. With the pirate surge mostly over, the importance of the sectors naval forces has dropped somewhat. I believe that funding that was used to accelerate naval development can now be redirected towards the army for the same purpose."
Ah, now I get it. No wonder Ife wasn't on this call.
"I see, General. It's understandable. And the state of the sector army isn't acceptable. Once funding permits, which shouldn't be too far in the future, Army academies will be opened, or already existing academies will be expanding to provide you with a better stock of officers."
I pause here, pulling up sector funding tables from my PDA while the hologram switches back to Yulitra herself.
"As seen here, the extra funding for the navy is no small amount. Much of that funding is now be allocated towards refitting and revamping the original, flawed Arbiter's. However, upon such completion a naval audit will be done. The funds freed will therefore be allocated as needed. I'll be sure to send some of that your way, though as always a proper audit of that money will be expected every month, as always."
"Of course, sir."
"Oh, and try to keep as many military procurement contracts in-sector as possible. It works best to invigorate the local economy."
"I will try, sir. But the local military contractors are not up to standard. Multiple companies have contacted me in an attempt to acquire contracts for new walker types, and none have been anything more than expensive wastes." Her eyes narrowed slightly at that part, shoulders ever so slightly tensing before relaxing once more.
"That's…not ideal. Alright, how about this. I'll send an order over to the Mindan labs. They'll get into contact with you and you can try to hash out what they can build for you. Then you can take whatever tech they magic up and contract its construction out to local factories. If the skunkworks down there are good at anything, it's making entirely new vehicles out of ones we already produce."
"Understood, sir. I'll work closely with them and the administration to choose the best manufacturers. Also…'skunkworks', sir?"
"Ah, just a nickname. From an old story, older than both of us I reckon. Regardless, I wish you luck, General Zantara. Be sure to keep in contact with the Navy to ensure their ships can properly carry the new units."
"Of course, sir. Good day, and safe travels." With that, the hologram blinked from existence, its glow disappearing with it and leaving the room dark.
A second later, the lights flickered on. A swig of coco sent a jolt of energy through my tiring frame and I turned back to my temporary desk. Mugwuffin lay curled in that lizard-cat-tree of hers she refused to part with for anything more than a day.
The terminal flashed back on, as reports came streaming back in. Including a real time data stream that kept a tab on the sector's economy. Prices for all goods lined up and down, changing in miniscule amounts in real time as factors changed.
I started reading through the reports, lamenting that it would still take another month at least to fully implement the subsector capital plan.
As I got lost in fiscal allocation and more, I noticed something from the corner of my eye.
The economic tracker. It'd stopped. Each price was frozen solid on the screen, not changing an inch.
A second later, the screen flashed.
CONNECTION LOST
Huh. Well, shitty wi-fi is a problem even in Star Wars I guess.
–
Kaela Grant
Rykeeor System
Lighting flashed through a dark sky, though no rain fell. The lower atmosphere was too hot for that during these months.
Kaela approached the door before her. It belonged to a tall building, a skyscraper. Rykeeor had just enough people in the system to justify a large capital city with buildings this size.
LAAT/le security gunships hovered above while additional security forces encircled the building. Lights shone on its every surface, ensuring none could exit.
A simple scan of the door revealed two life signatures beyond it. Guards there to make sure none entered through the service entrance.
The Beast snarled, hungry. She complied.
Her food slammed the door open, cheap metal bending under her armored heel. The first guard snapped up, blaster moving to track her.
But he was too close. Her fist lashed out, his neck snapping as she twisted her body behind the new corpse. The second guard was already firing, panicked, every bolt of red finding purchase either on the walls or on his friends body.
A blast of green burned through his skull, the shooter a stormtrooper already moving into the hallway. Their matte black armor seemed to absorb the light itself as they and three others moved to cover the hallway.
By then, Kaela was already moving forward. Around the corner, six more lifesigns. Four in the hallway, another two in an adjacent room. Grabbing a grenade from her chest, she activated it and moved.
Around the corner, her blaster fired. It slammed into the knee of the first man, a mere meter from her. She kicked him forward, the movement putting him into his allies line of fire.
One second.
Her blaster was already up. One shot to the head of the one she kicked. As the force of the blast tilted his head back, it opened up a shot onto the second one. One more trigger pull, one more corpse.
Two seconds.
The third is moving away, body twisting to run. His friend is the opposite, bulky Gamorrean frame hoisting a heavy blaster. Her eyes track the barrel's trajectory. A step to the right just as he pulls the trigger sends a stream of red just inches past her. Her own shot doesn't miss, slamming into heavy blasters trigger.
Three seconds.
A second shot slams into the Gamorreans shoulder as his mouth opens in pain and anger. A third lands in his mouth, blasting out the back of his skull. A fourth shot is sent into the neck of the one running, right in the gap between his helmet and chest piece. The door to her left is opening.
Four seconds.
Her foot lashes out, connecting with the woman opening the door. The grenade is tossed in after her, Kaela slamming the door shut with the same arm as she walked past it.
Five seconds.
An explosion rips the door off its hinges, cracking the wall across from it as it lands. The other troopers follow up behind her as she stalks forwards.
The Beast hungers, and now for the first time in months she's been given the chance to slate that hunger. The newly installed Governor of Rykeeor had requested assistance in a purge of meticulously documented criminal elements, and Kaela was both experienced and more than happy to comply.
The hallway opened up into a larger room, some kind of cafeteria. A dozen lifesigns at least.
Her troopers flanked her, taking cover as the blasterbolts flew. Kaela instead got low, grabbing the end of the metal table before her and pushing it upwards.
Armed with her new mobile cover, she pushed it forward, the metal screeching on the ground as she fired from around it.
The Beast hadn't always been there. Once, when she was very little, she remembered a time where it wasn't. But that had been so long ago, it felt like a dream.
A disarmed ganger came at her, vibroblade in hand. A simple chop disarmed his blade and broke his wrist, then the same hand grabbed his head and slammed it through one of the tables legs.
And for so long, the Beast had simply been a fact of life. For a while, she'd even assumed everyone had their own Beast, and that they must've been far better at keeping it in check.
Her foot kicked the falling vibroblade up while her blaster turned a man's eye into ash. She caught the blade in her other hand, deftly throwing it into the spine of a ganger trying to crawl away. A few new gangers tried to join the fight, busting into the cafeteria through a separate hallway only to be gunned down by her troopers.
But now she knew they didn't. For a little bit, she thought maybe Myr'thos had one. But no. They were their own Beast. She was…different.
Another Gamorean, this time with a vibroaxe, charging from around the corner as she moved towards the exit. A bolt to the leg sent him down, her armored boot following soon after, leaving only the rough idea of a head.
She'd kept going to therapy, even after her mandated period was up. It felt nice to be able to simply speak about her life, and not have an endless parade of disgusted looks and whispers sent her way. And there she'd learned a few things.
The next hallway started filling with corpses fast. Gangers burst from doorways only to be gunned down by the troopers. One shot for most, two or three for those with armor or heft.
The Beast was not her. At least, not entirely. It couldn't be. After all, the Beast hungered for only one thing. But she hungered for more.
At the end of the hallway, a scrap built LECA frame trundles out, slapped on rotary blasters spinning up in preparation. Only to find an implosion grenade plopping down before it.
The Beast always snarled at woodworking. As though the knife she used to shape wood should be thrown into someone's jugular. As though the wood should be turned to a bludgeon or spear instead of a building.
The path beyond was clear. The squad crammed themselves into an elevator, shooting themselves up to the highest floor. After all, the problem was at the top.
As the doors opened up before her, two things happened at once.
First, her team moved forward, blasters raised as a horde of gangers turned to the elevator, weapons in hand.
And second, her comm rang with a message from her second in command.
"Ma'am, something's gone wrong. The local holonet seems to be down, I can't get a signal out of the system."
Truth be told, by the time her second finished that sentence, Kaela was too covered in blood to care.
–
Honestly I was legit considering the Imperial Complex from Lothal as the subsector capital, but then I did some research on how many people it takes to administrate such a small amount of duties for a region with tens of millions of people and its surprisingly little, like at max 1-1.2k people, though apparently in the EU its closer to 400-700.
As for the Strike-Cruiser, I realized it was kind of the perfect option. Armed enough it's not defenseless in a fight. Modular so no big interior retrofit. It's an Imperial design, so no having to fiddle with Republic ships and older parts that aren't made anymore. And it's a sister to the Eidolon, which is already produced in sector and likely shares a decent amount of parts, making it cheaper and logistically easier.
Second real action sequence, this time in CQC. Different tone for sure, since Grant is far calmer and in her element. Quite proud of it, since before this and the TIE scene a few chaps ago my action scenes were drier than a 30 year marriage.
Also, been trying to find mechs that actually fit star wars and holy shit is it hard. Nothing seems to fit aesthetically, and the two I used for Yulitra's POV previously were not what I consider particularly up to snuff. Maybe it's just me, but most of it lacks that star wars vibe, that lived in mechanical aesthetic. It's either too clean, too realistic, or too dirty in a way that's more post-apocalypse than star wars.
Also, I made some more stuff. Chicken cubed and seasoned with that classic paprika/cumin/salt/black pepper/garlic/sugar mix, alongside pasta with some sauce just hits so good. Then for dessert, a triple whammy of cinnamon sugar cookies the first day, a chocolate chip pizookie (pizza cookie) the next day though I fucked up the salt on the syrup so it was kinda ass, then white choco chip cookies tonight. God I love my life.
Keep cooking good looking! Unless you're ugly, then keep doing it but not where I can see.
–Freefaller