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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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The Kijs
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Except there probably isn't anything to reverse engineer, because the only examples of those fancy reactors were either the shitty knock offs in space stations, or the magic ships, which both got blown the hell up.
The whole point of the DLC story was that the writers ass-pulled a 'massive empire you've never heard of, it was secret, don't worry about it' which was then entirely destroyed within a year of the protagonist waking up from being in carbonite and never mattered again (so they could go back to using the default game worlds but you have a new hat to wear).
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I think the ground based shield generators for the fortresses used the sun generators as power sources so they must not have been as rare as we think them to be
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The real question to ask is do they even have any tech at all? This some force cult operating in the ass end of nowhere, they probably only have a single holocron they brought with them to Edin from wherever they actually found it.
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Most starwars tech will work with minimal maintnance or even work perfectly thousands of years after being turned on (rakatan tech) with minimal fixes
The thing about the eternal empire's tech is that they didn't know have any idea how any of it worked even while they were replicating it successfully so it might be a sort of mechanicus situation where it's a tech cult with elements of actual supernatural worship being a thing and given how ritualistic and rigid religions & sects are in starwars little to no change in procedures over the eras would allow them to maintain the stuff without much trouble especially since reclusive cults have less incentive to change meaning less deformed procedures
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I wasn't implying that the tech wouldn't work, but that literal cultists wouldn't think to bring it with them. They are a force cult, and force users more often then not choose force stuff over tech 9/10 to my knowledge, so I have doubts that they didn't just leave the tech wherever they found the holocron.
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True, the various force cults really do let that additional sense get to their head and discard logic quite often
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The Kijs
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For the knock-off sun generators that the space station fortresses used, probably not terribly rare at all, but those things explode most enthusiastically if you stop supervising them for two seconds. But neither the Republic nor the Sith Empire chose to pursue the technology in the years after, even though there were fortresses stationed on dozens of both their worlds and they were still at war and looking for any edge they could get.
We have to assume the tech was either far too unstable to be worth pursuing, or they did pursue it, and modern power generation techniques are now a couple thousand years of incremental improvements beyond what the sun generators were capable of.
There's a tendency in stories to assume that the ancient technology is all super advanced, but sometimes stuff just gets better. We know that the modern Empire can power a much, much larger ground based shield, capable of holding off a whole fleet of capitol ship turbo laser fire, with just normal power generation of a modestly sized facility that only needs a half dozen techs to run it because they did exactly that on Endor, and the second Death Star was dozens of times bigger than the fortresses.
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Seems like it, but I wouldn't assume something is true just because it's from Legends either. From how the author phrased it, I'd guess that Ahsoka is as likely to exist as Mara Jade, or both, or neither!
Chp-42: Bad Bosses
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Chp-42: Bad Bosses
Brocso'ior'ovinor 'Oioro'
Edin System, Highreach, Edinspire
Looking out the window of her transport, Oioro considered how things had gone for her.
The assignment had changed drastically considering Thrawn's disappearance, and now she was stuck being a secretary until further orders came in.
In the meantime, she had work to do.
Flying over Edinspire, the city sprawling below her. Edispire was built on one the largest elevated plateau in the region. It was a massive piece of elevated land, nearly 400 meters above the ground, with roughly 40 square kilometers of flat land ready to be built on. Edinspire only covered around half of that.
Yet, already it was expanding. Smaller construction companies from around the sector had flocked to the budding platform to expand the city further. A new commercial district was being born, as were dozens of new neighborhoods and parks. It would be some time before it became anything like Accordia, and even longer before it became a true metropolis, but still. It was impressive work.
The spaceport especially was expanding quickly. See, when the city had first been founded, prospectors found veins of precious ore inside the plateau. However, while said ore funded the building and growth of the city, it eventually ran out. Now a great many caverns run throughout the center of the plateau. It took some excavation, but now a large bore hole similar to the sinkholes of Utapau now sat there. Many of the original mining tunnels were made safe, expanded, and now functioned as hangards for the variety of ships that came and went day in and day out. A train system delivered cargo to the city from both the spaceport and its above ground counterpart, made to cater to larger vessels that couldn't easily or safely fit in the main structure.
The spaceport even had a Guild office, along with hotels, restaurants and shops. These businesses were opened with the grants signed by the Governor to native businesses. This streamlined experience let merchants land, do their business, and be back in space far quicker.
As her ship settled down in one of the Imperial Officials only landing pads. She was here to escort some high profile guests while the Governor handled some urgent guild business.
Upon landing, she saw that the guests ship was already on the pad, opening its doors. In seconds, she was standing in front of emissaries. Specifically, emissaries from Rendili StarDrive.
She gave a light bow. "Greetings, esteemed guests. The Governor regrets being unable to escort you himself, as he is busy with important matters pertaining to the Guild. Please, if you would follow me. There is much to discuss."
Her posture and cadence was perfect, giving off a combination of professionalism and respect that was often met with similar responses among corporate workers.
She suppressed a smile. While they were experienced, her espionage training left her unmatched. Soon enough, the future Mindan shipyards would have a few more berths filled out for starship production.
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Garza Driar
RIII Champion Mercenary
Certifications: Tracker II, Advanced Scout I, Hazardous Environment Survival I, Enhanced Armour I
Minda System, Minda 2
As Garza stared down into the gaping maw of the jungle, he couldn't help but regret taking this contract.
He and his crew were a 'party' of independents. That is to say, not large enough to be a proper mercenary company, but still having more than one person.
A week ago they had been hired by the scientific branch of Corleone Industries, a resource production company that recently settled a branch in the Minda system.
They had sent a team down to Minda 2 to conduct surveys for minerals and other precious resources that might be of use to them, and Garza's team had been hired to protect one of the smaller teams, since the company only had enough security forces on hand for the larger of the groups.
Currently, they were perched atop a mountain. The air was cold, and snow fell around them. Down below, he could see the sea of greens, reds and purples that made up the vast jungle. Off in the distance, he could see the mountains at the other end of the valley. Much of the continent was like this. Large, dense jungles situated in deep valleys ringed by tall mountains. They covered the continent, like large craters of greenery.
As his comm crackled, he turned his head towards the base.
"Falee to team, we have another incursion, west side. Ten bogeys."
West side. His side. The observation tower jutted out into the sky behind him, cameras and sensors extending their range.
He pressed a button on his suit's integrated PDA, syncing the tower's data to his helmet. The suit itself was a recent addition, as their team had just gotten the certifications and ranks needed to use them. Companies had been making and selling armors similar to the new StormTrooper armor, with advanced capabilities, but the Guild restricted their selling to those with experience and certification.
But damn did he like it. Sure, it wasn't as advanced as the Imperial stuff, but the model he was using came with good comms, some light sensors in the backpack, secure storage for ammo and bacta patches, along with some integrations for environmental control. Which was sorely needed, considering the temperature was cold as hell.
Regardless, he acknowledged over comms, and took aim. The enemies were these flying creatures, sporting four wings in the shape of an X-wing, around five meters long. Alone they were fast and nasty. It was their riders that worried them.
Large, humanoid people covered head to toe in furs, so much so not even their eyes could be seen.
They carried slings of some sort of explosive compound, and every now and again came around to bombard their outpost.
"Enemy in site, opening fire." And open fire he did. He didn't bother using his personal weapon, opting instead for the E-Web emplacement they had added to his side of the perimeter. Red bolts of plasma sprayed like a hose, accompanied by a few other emplacements that could see the enemy.
Most shots missed, but some were lucky and tore into the wings of the creatures, sending them and their riders spiraling down toward the base of the mountain.
It was as the flyers dipped down into an attack run that things got serious. Whatever kinds of slings they were using, they could fire far, because green blobs the size of his head started raining over the compound.
Garza ducked his head as they splashed around, igniting on impact into small explosions. Still, he kept firing, the cold environment allowing the E-Web to keep firing past its heat threshold.
Eventually, most were killed, and the remaining ones ran in fear.
As he bemoaned his job, and his team lead counted off survivors and injuries, he could only hope that the pay was good enough to make up for the hell this planet put him through.
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Shas Mola
Scarif System, Scarif Orbit, Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer Heavy Judgement
As Shas inspected her new PDA, she found herself impressed. An undoubtedly useful piece of technology that combined many smaller products into one, larger one. It was efficient, useful, and portable.
It also lacked sufficient encryption for her station, and was therefore nothing more than a curiosity. Even though her's was the military model, her posting was classified, and all communication devices had to pass certain tests of encryption ability.
Regardless, it was useful to show her non-classified messages, like the one she was reading now, and trying not to crush something over.
Admiral Gorin was seeking to move her out of the Scarif system months before her scheduled change of watch. He was going to take up her post in his Imperial-I Class, the Intimidator. Aside from the fact that he likely had other duties to attend to across the sector, her Heavy Judgement was a newer, more advanced ship that could bring to bear more firepower.
She sighed, putting the PDA down on her desk and massaging her temple. She had played the power games of the Navy her entire career, and now she was losing a valuable posting she had worked so hard for, to an Admiral who wanted to sit pretty for a bit.
And surely, this new position had nothing to do with the fact that Director Krennic, of the Department of Advanced Weapons Research, was rumored to be visiting soon. While a political snake in his own right, the Director had a great deal of influence, influence that the Admiral no doubt wanted to take advantage of.
'Still', she pondered. 'I won't be leaving the sector. That means I'll have the opportunity to get the position back'.
'And I have all that vacation time.'
'Might pay Las a visit'
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Hi there folks! Sorry for the delay, but the muses are pushing in a different direction so it took a little longer. Anyways, I'm here to speak about the upcoming hiatus. Not today, no, but once the current Arc ends, I'll be putting this story on pause.
I started Governor's Gambit for two reasons. The first was that I'd always wanted to see a story about a regular Imperial office worker OC-SI whose common sense and reason, combined with their good job skill, inadvertently changed the entire galaxy. That idea spiralled into an Imperial Governor OC-SI who does the same thing but with better drip and a pet. The second reason I started this was because I needed to start writing something. So I forced myself to write just about every day. Because I really didn't want to end up like George R.R. Martins, and faff about for too long. I needed, and still need, to practice consistently to get anywhere.
The problem with this, that some of you have pointed out, is that I risk burnout. Which is valid, even if I'm built different, and the power of Brazilian government corruption flows through my veins and gives me the ability to just say "eh, I've seen worse" to mental health problems. However, I can't stop writing, cause then I'll stop practicing and suddenly I'm back to how I was.
A dreamer who never took the first step.
I don't want that. So instead, I'll be pivoting over to another story, the first chapter of which will be released on the same day as the last chapter of this current Arc. I will leave a link on that chapter of Governors Gambit so I can steal more readers over. As for what the story will be? Pseudo-episodic OC-SI into an expanded PJO world as a magical mercenary. I have spent an ungodly amount of time making like 10 different magic systems for this. And don't worry, I'll eventually put that story on hiatus at a good midpoint to continue this one. Pulling a Hiver, but I'll actually finish both stories before starting another. (please bro I beg of you make a sequel to Inquisitor)
As always, feedback and commentary are appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Brocso'ior'ovinor 'Oioro'
Edin System, Highreach, Edinspire
Looking out the window of her transport, Oioro considered how things had gone for her.
The assignment had changed drastically considering Thrawn's disappearance, and now she was stuck being a secretary until further orders came in.
In the meantime, she had work to do.
Flying over Edinspire, the city sprawling below her. Edispire was built on one the largest elevated plateau in the region. It was a massive piece of elevated land, nearly 400 meters above the ground, with roughly 40 square kilometers of flat land ready to be built on. Edinspire only covered around half of that.
Yet, already it was expanding. Smaller construction companies from around the sector had flocked to the budding platform to expand the city further. A new commercial district was being born, as were dozens of new neighborhoods and parks. It would be some time before it became anything like Accordia, and even longer before it became a true metropolis, but still. It was impressive work.
The spaceport especially was expanding quickly. See, when the city had first been founded, prospectors found veins of precious ore inside the plateau. However, while said ore funded the building and growth of the city, it eventually ran out. Now a great many caverns run throughout the center of the plateau. It took some excavation, but now a large bore hole similar to the sinkholes of Utapau now sat there. Many of the original mining tunnels were made safe, expanded, and now functioned as hangards for the variety of ships that came and went day in and day out. A train system delivered cargo to the city from both the spaceport and its above ground counterpart, made to cater to larger vessels that couldn't easily or safely fit in the main structure.
The spaceport even had a Guild office, along with hotels, restaurants and shops. These businesses were opened with the grants signed by the Governor to native businesses. This streamlined experience let merchants land, do their business, and be back in space far quicker.
As her ship settled down in one of the Imperial Officials only landing pads. She was here to escort some high profile guests while the Governor handled some urgent guild business.
Upon landing, she saw that the guests ship was already on the pad, opening its doors. In seconds, she was standing in front of emissaries. Specifically, emissaries from Rendili StarDrive.
She gave a light bow. "Greetings, esteemed guests. The Governor regrets being unable to escort you himself, as he is busy with important matters pertaining to the Guild. Please, if you would follow me. There is much to discuss."
Her posture and cadence was perfect, giving off a combination of professionalism and respect that was often met with similar responses among corporate workers.
She suppressed a smile. While they were experienced, her espionage training left her unmatched. Soon enough, the future Mindan shipyards would have a few more berths filled out for starship production.
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Garza Driar
RIII Champion Mercenary
Certifications: Tracker II, Advanced Scout I, Hazardous Environment Survival I, Enhanced Armour I
Minda System, Minda 2
As Garza stared down into the gaping maw of the jungle, he couldn't help but regret taking this contract.
He and his crew were a 'party' of independents. That is to say, not large enough to be a proper mercenary company, but still having more than one person.
A week ago they had been hired by the scientific branch of Corleone Industries, a resource production company that recently settled a branch in the Minda system.
They had sent a team down to Minda 2 to conduct surveys for minerals and other precious resources that might be of use to them, and Garza's team had been hired to protect one of the smaller teams, since the company only had enough security forces on hand for the larger of the groups.
Currently, they were perched atop a mountain. The air was cold, and snow fell around them. Down below, he could see the sea of greens, reds and purples that made up the vast jungle. Off in the distance, he could see the mountains at the other end of the valley. Much of the continent was like this. Large, dense jungles situated in deep valleys ringed by tall mountains. They covered the continent, like large craters of greenery.
As his comm crackled, he turned his head towards the base.
"Falee to team, we have another incursion, west side. Ten bogeys."
West side. His side. The observation tower jutted out into the sky behind him, cameras and sensors extending their range.
He pressed a button on his suit's integrated PDA, syncing the tower's data to his helmet. The suit itself was a recent addition, as their team had just gotten the certifications and ranks needed to use them. Companies had been making and selling armors similar to the new StormTrooper armor, with advanced capabilities, but the Guild restricted their selling to those with experience and certification.
But damn did he like it. Sure, it wasn't as advanced as the Imperial stuff, but the model he was using came with good comms, some light sensors in the backpack, secure storage for ammo and bacta patches, along with some integrations for environmental control. Which was sorely needed, considering the temperature was cold as hell.
Regardless, he acknowledged over comms, and took aim. The enemies were these flying creatures, sporting four wings in the shape of an X-wing, around five meters long. Alone they were fast and nasty. It was their riders that worried them.
Large, humanoid people covered head to toe in furs, so much so not even their eyes could be seen.
They carried slings of some sort of explosive compound, and every now and again came around to bombard their outpost.
"Enemy in site, opening fire." And open fire he did. He didn't bother using his personal weapon, opting instead for the E-Web emplacement they had added to his side of the perimeter. Red bolts of plasma sprayed like a hose, accompanied by a few other emplacements that could see the enemy.
Most shots missed, but some were lucky and tore into the wings of the creatures, sending them and their riders spiraling down toward the base of the mountain.
It was as the flyers dipped down into an attack run that things got serious. Whatever kinds of slings they were using, they could fire far, because green blobs the size of his head started raining over the compound.
Garza ducked his head as they splashed around, igniting on impact into small explosions. Still, he kept firing, the cold environment allowing the E-Web to keep firing past its heat threshold.
Eventually, most were killed, and the remaining ones ran in fear.
As he bemoaned his job, and his team lead counted off survivors and injuries, he could only hope that the pay was good enough to make up for the hell this planet put him through.
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Shas Mola
Scarif System, Scarif Orbit, Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer Heavy Judgement
As Shas inspected her new PDA, she found herself impressed. An undoubtedly useful piece of technology that combined many smaller products into one, larger one. It was efficient, useful, and portable.
It also lacked sufficient encryption for her station, and was therefore nothing more than a curiosity. Even though her's was the military model, her posting was classified, and all communication devices had to pass certain tests of encryption ability.
Regardless, it was useful to show her non-classified messages, like the one she was reading now, and trying not to crush something over.
Admiral Gorin was seeking to move her out of the Scarif system months before her scheduled change of watch. He was going to take up her post in his Imperial-I Class, the Intimidator. Aside from the fact that he likely had other duties to attend to across the sector, her Heavy Judgement was a newer, more advanced ship that could bring to bear more firepower.
She sighed, putting the PDA down on her desk and massaging her temple. She had played the power games of the Navy her entire career, and now she was losing a valuable posting she had worked so hard for, to an Admiral who wanted to sit pretty for a bit.
And surely, this new position had nothing to do with the fact that Director Krennic, of the Department of Advanced Weapons Research, was rumored to be visiting soon. While a political snake in his own right, the Director had a great deal of influence, influence that the Admiral no doubt wanted to take advantage of.
'Still', she pondered. 'I won't be leaving the sector. That means I'll have the opportunity to get the position back'.
'And I have all that vacation time.'
'Might pay Las a visit'
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Hi there folks! Sorry for the delay, but the muses are pushing in a different direction so it took a little longer. Anyways, I'm here to speak about the upcoming hiatus. Not today, no, but once the current Arc ends, I'll be putting this story on pause.
I started Governor's Gambit for two reasons. The first was that I'd always wanted to see a story about a regular Imperial office worker OC-SI whose common sense and reason, combined with their good job skill, inadvertently changed the entire galaxy. That idea spiralled into an Imperial Governor OC-SI who does the same thing but with better drip and a pet. The second reason I started this was because I needed to start writing something. So I forced myself to write just about every day. Because I really didn't want to end up like George R.R. Martins, and faff about for too long. I needed, and still need, to practice consistently to get anywhere.
The problem with this, that some of you have pointed out, is that I risk burnout. Which is valid, even if I'm built different, and the power of Brazilian government corruption flows through my veins and gives me the ability to just say "eh, I've seen worse" to mental health problems. However, I can't stop writing, cause then I'll stop practicing and suddenly I'm back to how I was.
A dreamer who never took the first step.
I don't want that. So instead, I'll be pivoting over to another story, the first chapter of which will be released on the same day as the last chapter of this current Arc. I will leave a link on that chapter of Governors Gambit so I can steal more readers over. As for what the story will be? Pseudo-episodic OC-SI into an expanded PJO world as a magical mercenary. I have spent an ungodly amount of time making like 10 different magic systems for this. And don't worry, I'll eventually put that story on hiatus at a good midpoint to continue this one. Pulling a Hiver, but I'll actually finish both stories before starting another. (please bro I beg of you make a sequel to Inquisitor)
As always, feedback and commentary are appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
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Thundersmight94
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Part of me feels that when you came up with her name, you had a really smug smile, but when you actually had to type it you were cursing yourself but also were to stubborn to change it.
Shouldn't this be RV Champion Mercenary?
Cool, looking forward to the story, always enjoy interesting expanded PJO stuff, and if this story is any indicator, it's seems like it will be fun!
Bound Sandwich
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This seems like it will be very interesting! I will read it when it releases.
Bound Sandwich
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Can some one please tell me the name of this story
Natelord28
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Excited for the new story and always best to find a system that works for you!
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how would he know of the X-wing? It's a relatively new fighter(At least started use in 1 BBY by the Rebellion), and is only used by them, the only other versions were the prototypes.
*Enemy in sight
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We shall meet the other sister.
The Last Sister from the looks of it.
May she be at awe at the power and influence her little brother has gained.
For his desire not to die on the bloody battlefields has spawned this utopia in the making.
The Last Sister from the looks of it.
May she be at awe at the power and influence her little brother has gained.
For his desire not to die on the bloody battlefields has spawned this utopia in the making.
OrderedOrb
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PJO isn't really my cup of tea, but I wish you all the best regardless. Do whatever you feel is best for you writing spirit.
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Fun chapter. It's nice to see some of Las' earlier efforts bear fruit, rather than see yet another new crisis to cut into his already sparse sleep schedule.
Just one teensy-weensy personal quibble: I really don't like this ship's name.
It just feels wrong to me on a couple of levels. For one, the overwhelming majority of Imperial warships have a one-word name. In this case, Judgement alone would have worked great. It fits the intimidating naming style the Empire likes, it's succinct, and it sounds reasonably cool. But "Heavy" is just such a boring, generic term, and one that doesn't really fit or add anything good to the overall name in this case. Instead of "intimidating", it makes me think "slow and ponderous".
If you wanted to go for a two word name, something like Final Judgement or Iron Judgement would have worked a lot better, imo. There's a lot of cool two-word ship names in Star Wars (Invisible Hand, Iron Fist, Red Harvest, Carrion Spike, Night Hammer and Patriot Fist all come to mind), so it shouldn't be to hard to riff on some of the others to get some better ideas for names.
I am aware that this is a ridiculous thing to get hung up on, but it's sort of a 'tism trigger of mine, and it would just keep bugging me if I didn't say something.
Just one teensy-weensy personal quibble: I really don't like this ship's name.
It just feels wrong to me on a couple of levels. For one, the overwhelming majority of Imperial warships have a one-word name. In this case, Judgement alone would have worked great. It fits the intimidating naming style the Empire likes, it's succinct, and it sounds reasonably cool. But "Heavy" is just such a boring, generic term, and one that doesn't really fit or add anything good to the overall name in this case. Instead of "intimidating", it makes me think "slow and ponderous".
If you wanted to go for a two word name, something like Final Judgement or Iron Judgement would have worked a lot better, imo. There's a lot of cool two-word ship names in Star Wars (Invisible Hand, Iron Fist, Red Harvest, Carrion Spike, Night Hammer and Patriot Fist all come to mind), so it shouldn't be to hard to riff on some of the others to get some better ideas for names.
I am aware that this is a ridiculous thing to get hung up on, but it's sort of a 'tism trigger of mine, and it would just keep bugging me if I didn't say something.
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CommetKom
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Honestly, I spent so many hours in the past looking for fanfics like this or at least with an Imperial SI that was actually good. This story you made was essentially one of my dreams come true which I greatly enjoyed reading. I look forward to reading your next chapters and stories btw!
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MrInfinity
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Seems interesting, wondering if you will poke the Abrahamic faiths in the fic, like one of the magic systems being connected with them or something like that.
Vattensnok
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I didn't like the PJO movie so I never read any of the fanfiction. Don't think I'll read yours, I'm here for the Great empire building.
27mad
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He probably will do a fanfiction about the books not the movies although i never read them because i don't have interest in greek mythology
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*War Flashback*
Trask Nooooo-
I watched that brave mf die so many times and-
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Trask Who?
Yacov
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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On one hand, a set limit on the size of the planetary capital is unfortunate. On the other, if you can afford some planetary shields, you got your planetary government absolutely protected.
Nice an underground port. Wonder if there can be any hanger bays on the side of the plateau? Also I hope those massive tunnels don't get infested with Wretched.
Let's see if Las can poach some of those Assault Frigates from the fracturing company.
Initial contact with the natives is going well I see. At least Minda's government isn't going to expand quickly enough to wipe them out before the Empire goes kaput.