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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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Thanks for the chapter. Great story as always.
Wonder who he will sleep with first? The commander, the fleet admiral, his twilek secretary/retire rebel, thr spy or the sith?
Can't wait, he will just freak out after the fact because it will somehow will ruin his escape plans
Wonder who he will sleep with first? The commander, the fleet admiral, his twilek secretary/retire rebel, thr spy or the sith?
Can't wait, he will just freak out after the fact because it will somehow will ruin his escape plans
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So Las is preparing for the long haul. Probably expecting waves of Rebel uprisings. Not that his people would actually support them.
The issue of not having enough capital to spread around. The bane of most Outer Rim systems.
Grant just has that RPG party member juice. Just casually being stronger than any human has a right to be. Commando droids were used to kill the Nightsisters on Dathomir.
Melee is the way to get around cortosis. Most Jedi just get disoriented when their magic sword stops working and most troopers the same when their blaster doesn't do squat. Grant still is denting metal with her bare hands.
Probably the first time someone has called her by her first name since Alderaan blew up. Everyone else on this planet is too justifiably scared of her to do that.
Grant was verbally cornered by her superior after her homeworld blew up. Grant probably also has gotten word that the Empire has already started being "disappointed" by its other Alderaanian soldiers. So entirely understandable Grant would think she's next.
2,500 credits a mug? For reference that's enough for a good blaster or a decent speeder used.
Wait. Las is only paying himself 90,000 credits a year? Or I guess that's his budget for non-essentials and everything else goes into daily necessities or security.
Still that is very low for a planetary ruler let alone such a corrupt post as an Imperial governor. Heck some Republic rulers in this sector would balk at such a low personal budget.
Well that is Las' plan to fake his death shot. If he tries that Grant is going to happen to anyone he pins the blame on and anyone remotely related to them.
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I assure you good sirs and madams, any rizzing is completely accidental
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Given the fact that the Empire is kinda a military dictatorship in all but name it is probably expected for Military Governors to have extra means of making money. Like confiscation of assets of suspected rebels. Chances are given his tales of escape ships and secret escape tunnels he probably just allocates a small portion of his salary for "luxuries".
To be honest you could probably argue that he is more fiscally responsible than a lot of the Democratically-elected Senators.
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With everyone. He drank a little and had a little orgy.
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He cant be worse than Daala, and Pellaeon...
Yeah, Pellaeon would declare himself his most ardent follower ( too fast for our plucky protagonist to do the same to him ) so he can't be arsed to deal with all the idiots in the henhouse...
"Well played old man, well played!"
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I mean, why not just expense all the office comforts to the treasury?
Just leave them behind when he leaves
Just leave them behind when he leaves
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Palleon crying in joy and anger over the fact he's finally found his civilian and economic focused counterpart but the fact that in the entirety of the empire he's only been able to find one person as rational and level headed as him
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We kinda predicted this back in the first few omakes, I wrote. Glad to see them getting closer to cannon.
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Corruption and mismanagement of government funds of his enemies want an easy excuse instead of having to manufacture one.
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Eh catering and good furniture is a reasonable expense.
As long a he isn't ordering gungan filet and Endor oak desk it falls in the same realm of cafeteria food and office furniture
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You know, if Las successfully fakes his death, half the Rebellion and Imperium are going to hunt down his "killers" Rebels for getting rid of the decent person they could work around who didn't abuse his people, and the Imperials because he was a good boy who did his job well and didn't plan to advance through killing his boss(IE a competent minion you can actually trust with a job not to backstab you)
Blood on the Mud
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Have another Omake. Wrote it around the same time as the last one, but didn't want to post both at once.
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Omake: Blood on the Mud
POV Sergeant Neca Bil of the Children of Atraken, Atraken, outside Labor Camp 214-B, 0 ABY
Ksssshhh…
The stormtrooper grasped at his helmet as Neca pinned him with her boot. If the hole in his visor and face dug by her climbing pick didn't do him in, then the biochemical agents in the world's atmosphere will finish the job. Good, let the dog choke on his master's failure.
"Alpha squad report."
Phase I Clone Armor emerged from the shadows carrying the helmets from the rest of the Enemy patrol. The sickly liquids still bubbling on the aged suits from the Death Typhoon raging outside. However you would be hard pressed to tell their origin at a glance.
Once pristine white plastoid had taken on the greenish brown only obtained from decades of mud and poison. What plates were no longer usable were exchanged for makeshift plates made from diehard shells. Their blaster resistant nature working for their hunters instead of against them.
…ssshhhhh…
The sleek helmets had been jury rigged with heavy rebreathers harvested from the Enemy. Care taken with the modification not to allow any outside air to seep in.
Anything to maintain the body glove's atmospheric protection. What had once been an uncomfortable fit had turned into a second skin for them. Their coffins against the toxic atmosphere of their homeworld.
"What should we do with the corpses ma'am?"
…ssshhhhh…
The glare from Private Grum was the newest addition to her squad's kit. Some new computer you could wear on your arm. A gift from their "mutual friends". Shame the luminescence made us have to keep it covered most of the time.
The brightness was annoying and potentially lethal, but Grum's comlink gave out a month ago and they hadn't been able to get back to headquarters to fix it. So this "PDA's" text to speech function it was.
…ssshhhhh…
"Standard procedure. Harvest the filters and dump the bodies in a nearby crater. Bugs and sludge will take care of the rest."
This was the closest patrol they had hit from the target. We wanted the enemy off our world and our "mutual friends" wanted these camps shut down. As long as they kept sending supplies she couldn't care less what their game was.
"Right, we keep reconning this area to keep it clear of the enemy. If no call has gone out Beta Squad has a few hours to get Dome Popper in position."
The old AT-AP might not have its legs anymore, but the cannon had been lovingly cared for. The main weapon of the Children of Atraken against the Enemy's repeated attempts to take the world from them since the Disaster.
…sshhh.
"Listen up! The Enemy has set up a mining camp just to the south. They invaded our home, poisoned our world, and now dump the dregs of their society on it to steal the resources from us, its rightful owners. Are you going to allow that?"
"NO MA'AM!"
"Right! When Dome Popper gets here, we'll send hypersonic shells into their habitation units, their starport, and their mine entrance. Let the toxin the Enemy brought to our house cleanse them from this world, dregs and all! Death to the Republic!"
"DEATH TO THE REPUBLIC!"
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This Omake brought to you by the fact that I realized that Atraken would make an excellent spot for a cartoonishly evil labor camp. Just prime real estate for an evil dictatorship to work the malcontents to death in.
Crossposted on SB and SV
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Omake: Blood on the Mud
POV Sergeant Neca Bil of the Children of Atraken, Atraken, outside Labor Camp 214-B, 0 ABY
Ksssshhh…
The stormtrooper grasped at his helmet as Neca pinned him with her boot. If the hole in his visor and face dug by her climbing pick didn't do him in, then the biochemical agents in the world's atmosphere will finish the job. Good, let the dog choke on his master's failure.
"Alpha squad report."
Phase I Clone Armor emerged from the shadows carrying the helmets from the rest of the Enemy patrol. The sickly liquids still bubbling on the aged suits from the Death Typhoon raging outside. However you would be hard pressed to tell their origin at a glance.
Once pristine white plastoid had taken on the greenish brown only obtained from decades of mud and poison. What plates were no longer usable were exchanged for makeshift plates made from diehard shells. Their blaster resistant nature working for their hunters instead of against them.
…ssshhhhh…
The sleek helmets had been jury rigged with heavy rebreathers harvested from the Enemy. Care taken with the modification not to allow any outside air to seep in.
Anything to maintain the body glove's atmospheric protection. What had once been an uncomfortable fit had turned into a second skin for them. Their coffins against the toxic atmosphere of their homeworld.
"What should we do with the corpses ma'am?"
…ssshhhhh…
The glare from Private Grum was the newest addition to her squad's kit. Some new computer you could wear on your arm. A gift from their "mutual friends". Shame the luminescence made us have to keep it covered most of the time.
The brightness was annoying and potentially lethal, but Grum's comlink gave out a month ago and they hadn't been able to get back to headquarters to fix it. So this "PDA's" text to speech function it was.
…ssshhhhh…
"Standard procedure. Harvest the filters and dump the bodies in a nearby crater. Bugs and sludge will take care of the rest."
This was the closest patrol they had hit from the target. We wanted the enemy off our world and our "mutual friends" wanted these camps shut down. As long as they kept sending supplies she couldn't care less what their game was.
"Right, we keep reconning this area to keep it clear of the enemy. If no call has gone out Beta Squad has a few hours to get Dome Popper in position."
The old AT-AP might not have its legs anymore, but the cannon had been lovingly cared for. The main weapon of the Children of Atraken against the Enemy's repeated attempts to take the world from them since the Disaster.
…sshhh.
"Listen up! The Enemy has set up a mining camp just to the south. They invaded our home, poisoned our world, and now dump the dregs of their society on it to steal the resources from us, its rightful owners. Are you going to allow that?"
"NO MA'AM!"
"Right! When Dome Popper gets here, we'll send hypersonic shells into their habitation units, their starport, and their mine entrance. Let the toxin the Enemy brought to our house cleanse them from this world, dregs and all! Death to the Republic!"
"DEATH TO THE REPUBLIC!"
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This Omake brought to you by the fact that I realized that Atraken would make an excellent spot for a cartoonishly evil labor camp. Just prime real estate for an evil dictatorship to work the malcontents to death in.
Crossposted on SB and SV
Morkail
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Consdering how badly run both the new republic and imperial remnant was run if he does end up in charge he might just end up slowly gulping up star systems as the new republic goes from one crisis after another. Grandad half those crisis were caused by former imperials but a key point the actual imperial remnant didn't so much it was the imperial warlords most of the time.
Actually it would funny as hell if he ends up emperor meanwhile his personal escape ship goes from a small starship to a small cruisers to a custom Star destroyer meanwhile he thinks any day now he will have to run. And only end up using it after he retires.
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The Fel Empire proved that a competent and benevolently run Empire is better than democracy when it comes to Star Wars after all.
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True, that said canon had them constantly being used by dark siders with little Trouble and they didn't get much screen time in book or comic. Till they got taken over by some discount Sith Lord before Disney bought Star Wars.
Legends got a bit, ok a lot ridiculous towards the end even discount the satan/mom/horror thing locked in a black hole lol.
But a lot can be easy about the republic the fact they aren't actually republic being the key one but mostly it was the rebellion was fought by people who wanted a democratic state but didn't actually get one.
What is even Oder is this was reflected in the mandlorian tv show with the ex republic trooper being disillusioned with how things went after the rebels won.
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The rebels aren't actually democratic lol. Corrupt nepotistic bastards.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ci1N24BwDQ
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Love that guy, haven't actually watched that one so thanks I'll get to it later.
And that's one of my favorite parts of Star Wars how the politics is actually pretty interesting. But to sum it up the core worlds are not your friends and we're perfectly willing to rape the rim and mid rim before the clone wars and after the empire came to be.
Only problem was when tarkin blew up one of said core worlds the empire kicked a very deep ant pile, and losing the Death Star right afterwards. Well suddenly there were a great many worlds who realized business as usually would in fact come to a end if the emperor got his way.
And suddenly the rebel alliance has the credits for ships and other assets along a great many other things. Prier to first Death Star the empire could commit all the crimes against humanity it wanted as long as it wasn't a core world being the victim only reason it didn't happen so much in the old republic was the Jedi.
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The Empire COULD have worked.
If Palpatine didn't handpick the single worst, but loyal people he could possibly find, actively encourage all of their neuroses, infighting, and corruption, and then make sure the entire think would go up like a swimming pool of gasoline and Styrofoam if he ever left power.
Competent leadership can make up for many, many sins. And the biggest problem with authoritarian governments is that there are so few mechanisms for ousting bad leadership.
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At this rate, once every die hard imperial all congregates in his system to make it their base of operations in the fight against the new republic, I can see him going crazy and just declare himself emperor. He is supposed to be enjoying his retirement incognito in some beach planet not fighting a galactic war to restore the empire.
Bonus points if his mom is still alive to see it all happen.
Bonus points if his mom is still alive to see it all happen.
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at some point the MC meeds to re-brand itself and his nation
Being a imperial remmant means calling the attention of other imperial remmants and eventually the first order
Currently the MC uses imperial power structure out of pragmatism,but at some point other imperial governors will try fuck him over for no other reason that him being sucesfull is a threath to them
Add stuff like palpatine "destroy the galaxy after im gone" deadhand protocols,the empire will eventually come for him too
There is only so much he can do if everyone around him insists on being a psychopath obsessed with making baby crusher factories
So some form of re-naming itself as a new neutral nation is needed (to avoid getting dragged by the republic or the empire)
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EckhartsLadder is great yeah.
Pretty sure OP has stated this is Legends timeline so First Order isn't a concern.
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Until it does become a concern, the Imperial forces that were charged with Operation Cinder could easily become The First Order if they end up merging to a sufficient degree, I don't think any other groups have enough qualified fanatics in dense concentrations to unify to the same extent in such a short timeframe.
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Operation Cinder existing ITTL is debatable depending on how much of canon vs legends OP uses.
OP is using some fusion of both timelines since his Inquisitors are more like Disney and Thrawn was publicly known to be a Grand Admiral before disappearing into the Unknown Regions at the end of the Lothal business instead of to Peridea and thus setting up his Legends return rather than the Disney Ahsoka storyline.
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Las surrounded by his dozens of children and harem, unleashing a new golden age on thr galaxy: "Any day now."
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"When everything is going well, that's when the hammer will fall!"
Chp-52: Three Kinds of Battle
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Chp-52: Three Kinds of Battle
Commodore Ife Veers
Edin System, Gladiator-II-Class Star Destroyer Theorem
One Month Post-Yavin
Pirates. The bane of her career.
When Governor Mola had been given control of the Edin system, she had been initially thrilled. A new system, full of criminals. Being the highest ranking naval officer in the MSDF, she was bound to be put in charge of cleaning up the system. Success here would be a boon to her resume.
If only said boon wasn't the most infuriating thing.
Every time they crushed a pirate base, or quelled attacks, more popped up. Less and less overtime, true, but it wasn't nearly as fast as she wished.
It had been something of an embarrassing moment for her, but she had gotten into contact with Darna Sabrir for some help.
Previously the Governor's secretary, she now ran the Guild and governed Edin as its Administrator. Meaning she acted with the Governor's authority to a certain degree, though some decisions still had to go through him.
Ife herself never quite cared for the human-centrism that pervaded the Empire as much as it did, but her upbringing had still created a subconscious expectation for aliens within the Imperial Machine.
So, to see how much Sabrir was able to do was something of a shock. Especially with the Guild. It wasn't there at first glance, but if you took a closer look, there were patterns.
When certain corporations got too large, mercenary companies hogged too many contracts, mining conglomerates took too many claims, they failed. It wasn't a precise thing, mind you. It never quite felt like a pattern, at least not at first. The reasons for the companies either falling apart or downsizing were usually valid.
Evidence of corruption. Overdue fees. Key employee's leaving without the company being able to replace them.
Yet, it always happened when they got too big. It fit, if you think about it.
The Guild was not the place for monopolies.
Still, it was a necessary piece of the plan. The Guild brought with it a bevy of mercenaries. And Imperial contracts got priority, after all.
Mercs could often be unreliable, but as scouts they worked just fine, their ships less conspicuous than any of the Patroller's or Enforcer's that flew about the area. Good ships, undoubtedly, but the clear Imperial design language and classic TIE engines made them far to easy to spot.
Still, multiple smuggling rings had recently been caught, and piracy was slowly but surely on the fall. It would never truly be gone, as a star system is simply too large, and the flotilla too small.
As she pondered this from the bridge of the Theorem, her PDA pinged with a message. Not a priority message, but it was directly from the Governor's office.
The Governor was, in her eyes, a quite competent administrator. He was good at managing people, infrastructure, economy and more. Not only that, but he was also well versed in proper delegation, as seen by the message he had sent.
He wanted her opinion on the ships the upcoming shipyards should produce. While the CEC and Rendili contracts continued, they were slowed by the Empire's tightening grip. The new yards were apparently the Governor's attempt to contribute to the growing war effort.
Admirable, and an opportunity. After all, to be in command of whichever force defends said yards would be a more prestigious position, especially if the yards become more important to the Sector. It would not be the kind of posting that advances a career, due to the lack of glory, but one that could get her in contact with the more political side of the navy. An aspect she had been sorely lacking in.
Regardless of her own ambitions, the ships produced and sold would be important. There were a bevy of things to consider, especially on the logistical side. Sure, these would likely be considered by the Governor and his team separately, but she'd like to get ahead by a bit.
Impressing your superiors, even if their only temporary, is important.
So, she made her list. The major factors to consider could be put into 2 categories. Cost and Consumer.
For cost, it came down to how much it would cost to build a ship. How long would it take, how many parts could be produced locally, how many need to be shipped in, how much space in the limited berths available will it take up.
For consumers, it comes down to who's willing to buy these, and why. The main clientele around these parts are other Governors and Moffs who need to protect their territories from pirates and rebels. Smaller, more reliable ships with lower crew counts that can still pack a punch without costing too much or requiring constant maintenance were the jackpot.
That narrowed the list significantly. While there were still some larger ships, like the Gladiator or Pursuit that could function decently well, it was a consideration for a more stable and prosperous future.
For now, her list was contained the following ships:
There were a plethora of other ships she also wished to include in this list, for no other reason than the fact that she would like some for her flotilla, but this was not the time.
As she sent the message back, half a dozen new pings appeared on her PDA. Reports from various mercenaries and scouts on their findings, detailing a multitude of small pirate bases and smuggling rings.
She sighed, before accepting the cup of caf from her aide. Hrax Fik had been a promising young graduate of the Mindan Milita Academy, and Ife had taken her under her wing. Hrax was an incredibly dedicated young woman who had consistently placed either near or at the top of her classes.
Her sheer dedication to working hard meant that things ran multiple times smoother than Ife was used to.
"Thank you, Aide."
Hrax gave a small bow of the head. "Of course, Ma'am."
Without looking up from her PDA, Ife gave her orders.
"Have kill-groups 2 and 8 move on these bases. Have kill-group 3 on backup duty for both."
"Of course ma'am." Said Hrax, already relaying the orders to the various officers aboard the bridge.
As this routine continued, Ife couldn't help but smile ever so slightly. It may not be the best posting, not by a long shot, but it was hers. Her first taste of true command.
A taste of what was to come.
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Sidheth T'vor
Minda System, Ugean Orbit, Forged in Orbit
Sidheth was worried.
Make no mistake, the destruction of the Death Star was a huge boon for the rebellion. It was proof that they were serious, that the Empire had a real, present enemy that could and would hurt them.
The fact that it took the destruction of Alderaan and the Death Star to make people wake up was a sad thing, but she took it in stride.
What she was really worried about was what rebel Highcom had told her.
Minda was still off the list of targets, given the necessity of her station here, and the local Governor's distinctly un-Imperial style of governance.
Frankly speaking, there was no real reason to attack Minda. Unfortunately, some of the more radical elements didn't seem to understand that.
"For the last time, Minda is not a proper target. Your insistence on this topic is dangerous to the Alliance, Commander."
Before her was the hologram of a person. Their gender or even species was unidentifiable beneath the mess of rags, ramshackle armor plating and clothes they wore, their face covered by a heavy looking helmet.
Of course, they weren't the only ones hiding their identity here. Sidheth herself was wearing what passed for a uniform in the Rebel Alliance, along with a helmet and voice modulator. None of the individual pieces of the outfit were strange, but put together it hid her well.
"...You fail to understand something. The Scarred Hand is not a part of the Alliance. While you play at freedom fighter, offering such weak things as mercy to the Enemy, we do not. We shall burn the Empire to the ground, annihilate the very foundation upon which it stands. Minda is but the first."
Then the call cut, and Sidheth sighed. This assignment had come with its fair share of problems, sure. Especially The Web making it near impossible to get any agents planet side. But so far, it had been on the easier side of things.
Now? Now the Scarred Hand had decided to attack Minda. She didn't know how, or even why. They were a secretive and highly isolationist group. No one even knew their numbers, only that they had at least one Commander, the only person to ever speak to others for the group at large.
In seconds, her encrypted terminal was up and running, a message hidden in a message to be sent along a seemingly random series of addresses, eventually falling into the hands of Phyto Cell Command.
As she leaned back in her chair, the fatigue of the day catching up to her, she could only sigh.
Things were just gonna get worse.
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Myr'thos
Minda System, Ugea, Accordia
Myr'thos was bored. And angry. And full of hate
The last two were something of a constant, and could therefore be ignored in favor of the first one.
Ever since they found themselves under the employment of Las and his little pet, Myr'thos had found very little to do.
Las himself sat in his office most of the time, typing away at his terminal.
It had left Myr'thos utterly bored.
After the tenth or so time whining about it(because annoying the Governor was a fun pastime), Las finally said something interesting.
"Look, if you're so absurdly bored, why not just play some games? PDA's can support a shit ton of them, and you make enough to afford a game center. Just get one of those."
"I am not some snotling child that plays games." They snarled.
The insolent whelp continued regardless. "Look, a ton of the games on the market are for adults anyways. Just try it out. Not like you have anything better to do."
The worst part? He was right.
So, begrudgingly, Myr'thos had gone out and bought themselves a game center in the city. They had actually had to pay for something.
Oh, how they missed the good old days, where just showing up as a Sith was enough to make people give them whatever they wished.
Still, they refrained from obliterating the shop keep when asked to pay, and made it back to the Tower without murdering anyone. Though they came quite close a number of times.
Children are quite annoying, after all.
Now, they sat on the couch in the Governor's office, learning how to set up the game center. After a few tries, they finally started playing.
The game? For Glory. A melee styled fighting game that took three different fictional factions and pitted them against each other.
Myr'thos scoffed at the actual fighting style used by the characters. They found it to be inaccurate to say the least.
However, they were exceptional at the game.
A few hours later, and, while they'd never admit it, they were having fun.
"Pitiful creature, your skills are so lackluster your family should disown you!" They yelled into the mic.
As the child on the other end cried, they spotted Las in the corner of their eye, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
Good.
Perhaps these 'games' were worth something after all.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hi there folks! Needed an in between chapter, and wanted to visit some characters I haven't touched on in a while.
Feedback and commentary is appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Commodore Ife Veers
Edin System, Gladiator-II-Class Star Destroyer Theorem
One Month Post-Yavin
Pirates. The bane of her career.
When Governor Mola had been given control of the Edin system, she had been initially thrilled. A new system, full of criminals. Being the highest ranking naval officer in the MSDF, she was bound to be put in charge of cleaning up the system. Success here would be a boon to her resume.
If only said boon wasn't the most infuriating thing.
Every time they crushed a pirate base, or quelled attacks, more popped up. Less and less overtime, true, but it wasn't nearly as fast as she wished.
It had been something of an embarrassing moment for her, but she had gotten into contact with Darna Sabrir for some help.
Previously the Governor's secretary, she now ran the Guild and governed Edin as its Administrator. Meaning she acted with the Governor's authority to a certain degree, though some decisions still had to go through him.
Ife herself never quite cared for the human-centrism that pervaded the Empire as much as it did, but her upbringing had still created a subconscious expectation for aliens within the Imperial Machine.
So, to see how much Sabrir was able to do was something of a shock. Especially with the Guild. It wasn't there at first glance, but if you took a closer look, there were patterns.
When certain corporations got too large, mercenary companies hogged too many contracts, mining conglomerates took too many claims, they failed. It wasn't a precise thing, mind you. It never quite felt like a pattern, at least not at first. The reasons for the companies either falling apart or downsizing were usually valid.
Evidence of corruption. Overdue fees. Key employee's leaving without the company being able to replace them.
Yet, it always happened when they got too big. It fit, if you think about it.
The Guild was not the place for monopolies.
Still, it was a necessary piece of the plan. The Guild brought with it a bevy of mercenaries. And Imperial contracts got priority, after all.
Mercs could often be unreliable, but as scouts they worked just fine, their ships less conspicuous than any of the Patroller's or Enforcer's that flew about the area. Good ships, undoubtedly, but the clear Imperial design language and classic TIE engines made them far to easy to spot.
Still, multiple smuggling rings had recently been caught, and piracy was slowly but surely on the fall. It would never truly be gone, as a star system is simply too large, and the flotilla too small.
As she pondered this from the bridge of the Theorem, her PDA pinged with a message. Not a priority message, but it was directly from the Governor's office.
The Governor was, in her eyes, a quite competent administrator. He was good at managing people, infrastructure, economy and more. Not only that, but he was also well versed in proper delegation, as seen by the message he had sent.
He wanted her opinion on the ships the upcoming shipyards should produce. While the CEC and Rendili contracts continued, they were slowed by the Empire's tightening grip. The new yards were apparently the Governor's attempt to contribute to the growing war effort.
Admirable, and an opportunity. After all, to be in command of whichever force defends said yards would be a more prestigious position, especially if the yards become more important to the Sector. It would not be the kind of posting that advances a career, due to the lack of glory, but one that could get her in contact with the more political side of the navy. An aspect she had been sorely lacking in.
Regardless of her own ambitions, the ships produced and sold would be important. There were a bevy of things to consider, especially on the logistical side. Sure, these would likely be considered by the Governor and his team separately, but she'd like to get ahead by a bit.
Impressing your superiors, even if their only temporary, is important.
So, she made her list. The major factors to consider could be put into 2 categories. Cost and Consumer.
For cost, it came down to how much it would cost to build a ship. How long would it take, how many parts could be produced locally, how many need to be shipped in, how much space in the limited berths available will it take up.
For consumers, it comes down to who's willing to buy these, and why. The main clientele around these parts are other Governors and Moffs who need to protect their territories from pirates and rebels. Smaller, more reliable ships with lower crew counts that can still pack a punch without costing too much or requiring constant maintenance were the jackpot.
That narrowed the list significantly. While there were still some larger ships, like the Gladiator or Pursuit that could function decently well, it was a consideration for a more stable and prosperous future.
For now, her list was contained the following ships:
- Raider-class corvette. Small, agile, good anti-fighter power along with some turbo-lasers and missiles. Small crew size works wonders for the outer rim.
- Vigil-class corvette. The heavier uppercut to the Raider's sharp jabs, this ship is larger, with the firepower to boot, boasting a solid array of turbo-lasers without overdoing it. These would serve well patrolling more important trade routes, and work as the flagship of smaller fleets if needed.
- Imperial Customs Corvette. It was a lesser known, oddly enough never properly named customs ship. A classic among just about any planet with a need for customs. Fairly small, cheap, and perfect for boarding actions against smaller ships like the light freighters loved by pirates and smugglers. There was even a light carrier variant that would be plenty useful to many.
There were a plethora of other ships she also wished to include in this list, for no other reason than the fact that she would like some for her flotilla, but this was not the time.
As she sent the message back, half a dozen new pings appeared on her PDA. Reports from various mercenaries and scouts on their findings, detailing a multitude of small pirate bases and smuggling rings.
She sighed, before accepting the cup of caf from her aide. Hrax Fik had been a promising young graduate of the Mindan Milita Academy, and Ife had taken her under her wing. Hrax was an incredibly dedicated young woman who had consistently placed either near or at the top of her classes.
Her sheer dedication to working hard meant that things ran multiple times smoother than Ife was used to.
"Thank you, Aide."
Hrax gave a small bow of the head. "Of course, Ma'am."
Without looking up from her PDA, Ife gave her orders.
"Have kill-groups 2 and 8 move on these bases. Have kill-group 3 on backup duty for both."
"Of course ma'am." Said Hrax, already relaying the orders to the various officers aboard the bridge.
As this routine continued, Ife couldn't help but smile ever so slightly. It may not be the best posting, not by a long shot, but it was hers. Her first taste of true command.
A taste of what was to come.
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Sidheth T'vor
Minda System, Ugean Orbit, Forged in Orbit
Sidheth was worried.
Make no mistake, the destruction of the Death Star was a huge boon for the rebellion. It was proof that they were serious, that the Empire had a real, present enemy that could and would hurt them.
The fact that it took the destruction of Alderaan and the Death Star to make people wake up was a sad thing, but she took it in stride.
What she was really worried about was what rebel Highcom had told her.
Minda was still off the list of targets, given the necessity of her station here, and the local Governor's distinctly un-Imperial style of governance.
Frankly speaking, there was no real reason to attack Minda. Unfortunately, some of the more radical elements didn't seem to understand that.
"For the last time, Minda is not a proper target. Your insistence on this topic is dangerous to the Alliance, Commander."
Before her was the hologram of a person. Their gender or even species was unidentifiable beneath the mess of rags, ramshackle armor plating and clothes they wore, their face covered by a heavy looking helmet.
Of course, they weren't the only ones hiding their identity here. Sidheth herself was wearing what passed for a uniform in the Rebel Alliance, along with a helmet and voice modulator. None of the individual pieces of the outfit were strange, but put together it hid her well.
"...You fail to understand something. The Scarred Hand is not a part of the Alliance. While you play at freedom fighter, offering such weak things as mercy to the Enemy, we do not. We shall burn the Empire to the ground, annihilate the very foundation upon which it stands. Minda is but the first."
Then the call cut, and Sidheth sighed. This assignment had come with its fair share of problems, sure. Especially The Web making it near impossible to get any agents planet side. But so far, it had been on the easier side of things.
Now? Now the Scarred Hand had decided to attack Minda. She didn't know how, or even why. They were a secretive and highly isolationist group. No one even knew their numbers, only that they had at least one Commander, the only person to ever speak to others for the group at large.
In seconds, her encrypted terminal was up and running, a message hidden in a message to be sent along a seemingly random series of addresses, eventually falling into the hands of Phyto Cell Command.
As she leaned back in her chair, the fatigue of the day catching up to her, she could only sigh.
Things were just gonna get worse.
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Myr'thos
Minda System, Ugea, Accordia
Myr'thos was bored. And angry. And full of hate
The last two were something of a constant, and could therefore be ignored in favor of the first one.
Ever since they found themselves under the employment of Las and his little pet, Myr'thos had found very little to do.
Las himself sat in his office most of the time, typing away at his terminal.
It had left Myr'thos utterly bored.
After the tenth or so time whining about it(because annoying the Governor was a fun pastime), Las finally said something interesting.
"Look, if you're so absurdly bored, why not just play some games? PDA's can support a shit ton of them, and you make enough to afford a game center. Just get one of those."
"I am not some snotling child that plays games." They snarled.
The insolent whelp continued regardless. "Look, a ton of the games on the market are for adults anyways. Just try it out. Not like you have anything better to do."
The worst part? He was right.
So, begrudgingly, Myr'thos had gone out and bought themselves a game center in the city. They had actually had to pay for something.
Oh, how they missed the good old days, where just showing up as a Sith was enough to make people give them whatever they wished.
Still, they refrained from obliterating the shop keep when asked to pay, and made it back to the Tower without murdering anyone. Though they came quite close a number of times.
Children are quite annoying, after all.
Now, they sat on the couch in the Governor's office, learning how to set up the game center. After a few tries, they finally started playing.
The game? For Glory. A melee styled fighting game that took three different fictional factions and pitted them against each other.
Myr'thos scoffed at the actual fighting style used by the characters. They found it to be inaccurate to say the least.
However, they were exceptional at the game.
A few hours later, and, while they'd never admit it, they were having fun.
"Pitiful creature, your skills are so lackluster your family should disown you!" They yelled into the mic.
As the child on the other end cried, they spotted Las in the corner of their eye, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
Good.
Perhaps these 'games' were worth something after all.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hi there folks! Needed an in between chapter, and wanted to visit some characters I haven't touched on in a while.
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-Freefaller