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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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Yacov
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Considering this ship cost 500 million credits new and the thing can probably hold over a tenth of Ugea's population by itself? Yeah I can see this thing helping with Minda's housing and orbital infrastructure.
I can see this thing being a gathering point for the temporary shipyard workers. For all planetside housing will have way more amenities, spacers are probably going to want to stay in the black most of the time.
As a plus, since this thing is not on Ugea, that means a lot of the service requirements can be adjusted and probably just shipped to other locations than the Hulk itself.
Yeah especially with how "corpo friendly" this section of the galaxy gets in canon with how Penstar ran things. It is probably better to keep the hooks the mega corps have in Minda to a minimum.
Ah an ambitious native who just wants what's right for his system. I can see why the Empire doesn't favor Tion. Probably gave off Separatist vibes.
Dear Force, the Guild is making an investment bank/hedge fund. I guess with all products trading and new businesses opening up it was inevitable. I suppose if the Bouny Hunters Guild can have a bank, the Guild can have one too.
Perhaps Gary can tap his colleagues on Muunilinst for aid? Besides Muunilist, most Outer Rim based banks are pretty brutal in terms of interest rates. Banks on Tatooine consider a 15% interest loan to be monstrously generous for instance.
If they do really well, the Guild may be able to convince the Empire to move its Imperial payroll garrison to Clok. I imagine the Myto's Imperial payroll has to be kept somewhere in the sector after all.
The fact that it will be located on a heavily Guild influenced world can be swept under the rug. Just ignore the fact a Guild world is where all the Imperials paychecks will come from in this sector.
AND it is also an insurance and marketing company? Truly the Guild Exchange will be a black hole of evil. It is going to make all the money if they can get their roots into the Myto Sector.
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Suit Simp
hmmmmmm.
I'm beginning to doubt.
Just slightly
Clok's time is now!
Invest in the future, with Clok!
*Hit's Prompt firmly with a Planck*
Now he's Free...Freeefaller
Omake: Building a Castle
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Omake: Building a Castle
POV: Vio, Andrennian Catina owner,
Vio's Cantina and Roughhouse, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire, 1ABY
Vio wiped the counter and a glass clean while he surveyed his castle. This Cantina was supposed to be a short term thing. A way to launder his Black Market savings into cleaner assets to make ends meet. Just because you were getting out of the game doesn't mean all the money you made before was spotless.
However as time went on, Vio found himself growing more and more comfortable with his position as a Cantina owner. Sure the goods and services he was moving may no longer be illegal, but there was a certain thrill that could be found in running a smooth operation. Watching what you built earn a profit and know that you made it happen.
"For the last time Quamall, I ain't serving you reactor coolant. I don't care if you want to see if you can regenerate through ingesting it."
Unfortunately there was always troublesome people to deal with no matter your profession. People who would take one look at the status quo and try something off the table just to see what happens. Case in point, this pain loving Abyssin at his counter.
"C'mon Vio. This current bodyguard job is as slow as a Hutt being driven to attend a charity event. No one has shot me in days. I need to check if I am losing my eeeedge."
That must be devastating for poor Quamall. He was the best bodyguard in the district and always took on the most naive offworld merchants under his eye. What few of his clients realized was that his "benevolence" was just an excuse so he could jump in front of blaster fire for his own amusement.
"Look, I can't source you the reactor coolant. However, in recognition of you always recommending my Cantina for your clients' meeting location, I can arrange something. I will have a talk with Mwork about upping your opponent's voltage for this week's Shockboxing match in the Roughhouse."
The Cantina's Aqualish bouncer/referee hates it when Vio interferes with his shockbox matches. Treats the whole thing like some Sacred Shaak. However if a boxer wants to make a match harder on himself on purpose, that could probably be swung. Far be it from Mwork to stop fighters from "challenging themselves". Speaking of his employees…
"Oi Nil! Quit making goggly eyes at those Droid Balls and keep making the rounds! The Bounce room in the Roughhouse needs cleaning!"
It wouldn't do if one of the main attractions of Vio's Cantina got a bad reputation for cleanliness. When he bought this place the Roughhouse in the basement had all the markings of a training ground for one of Edin's ex-gangs. Damaged, but still sturdy targets, sound proofed walls, the lingering smell of used explosives, burn marks everywhere, the works. Probably why he had been able to acquire the property for so cheap.
These days Vio had the Roughhouse converted to house all sorts of physical activities and games. A way to allow the more physical minded citizens in Edinspire to stretch their muscles in an increasingly crowded city. From playing with blasters in the Bounce room, to launching Rocket Darts, or getting their blood up at the weekly Shockboxing night.
"Boss you know Ballzabub has been having trouble merging since last week. I have to watch how my babies are doooing."
Vio was regretting ever introducing Nil to Droid Ball Fighting. The game had soaked up all the Rodian'sattention span. She was a hawk at picking out cheaters and thieves when she could focus, but her eyes were always drifting to the Droid Ball table. If she could spend all day managing matches, she would.
At least it kept her from going back to pickpocketing. Vio had a good thing going here, and no criminal activity in his Cantina was going to ruin it. No one would find even an unsanctioned Sabaac game in his home. He had to report a smuggler last week trying to peddle Death Sticks. It made him feel dirty how clean he'd gone.
"Vio you cantankerous old monkey. Let the little sow enjoy her youth while she has it."
Vio suppressed a wince as the elde-mature Gamorrean Matron entered his establishment. One of the few contacts from his old line of work that stuck around. Miss Gam and her meat processing company had been a fixture of the Edinspire cityscape for over three decades. Which often made her impossible to avoid when you worked in the service industry.
"Miss Gam! How lovely to gaze upon your visage again. Here to organize another shipment of Potwa Beer for one of your parties?"
Potwa Beer was always the way to keep Miss Gam on her sweet side. A method Vio had only expanded when he and her started up their current business arrangement. Luckily he was able to help the brewers he knew offworld get their flimsiwork in order to continue to move their product under the new Guild regulations.
"Oh Vio, you know just what I like. Unfortunately I am just here to visit an old friend and brood. So just some Muja Fruit juice for me. Wouldn't want to get too rowdy this early in the afternoon, would we?"
Better for Vio's sanity if Miss Gam didn't get rowdy in his presence ever. For all Miss Gam dressed like she belonged at an opera, she was still a Gamorrean at the end of the day. One that Edin's previous gangs stayed well away from, and with good reason.
"It's my sons you see. They are not applying themselves enough. I keep encouraging them to join the Guild so they can earn some mortts, but it is like talking to a butchered corpse. Not much for conversation and only fit for getting shoved into the grinder."
The underworld still tells tales of when a Houk gangster came to her company to try and extort her for credits. Miss Gam introduced him to her Cleaver, and his henchmen got to experience the grim fate of being beaten to death by the two halves of their still very much alive and screaming employer.
Later that month Miss Gam complained to Vio that it took a few more swings for her than it usually does when she beats someone to death with body parts. Vio had assured her with all the seriousness of a man on death row that the gangster was just soft and fat and it had nothing to do with her end of things.
"Speaking of butchery. Did I ever tell you how glad I am that I can be blessed with your product? Those slices of Shaak really bring the Cantina Special together."
He was only laying it on a little thick. Miss Gam ran a tight ship when it came to quality control. The Cantina Special of Grilled Shaak Cheese on Buckwheat with Forrolow Berry Jam and sliced Shaak meat was a hit among his customers. Some of them were even asking him for the recipe.
"Vio, you know you don't have to sweet talk me. My little Funny Monkey will always have a place in my life. Save that for weaseling those poor Guilders out of their loot. Don't think I don't see the scoundrel you used to be when you see those fresh faces walk in."
Bashfulness was the last thing Vio expected to feel from this conversation. He wasn't even doing it for the money at this point. He wasn't just trying to keep his skills sharp. Not his fault for being unable to resist someone laying an iced honey cake right in front of him.
"Just trying to impart my wisdom to the next generation Miss Gam."
It wasn't even anything dangerous or illegal like blaster or grenades. These Guilders would walk in complaining about being unable to offload a few containers of Tibanna Gas or a crate of plasteel. Like they had never met a fence or a flexible wholesaler in their entire lives.
So Vio earned some money on the side acting as a middleman once again. In little quantities here and there with word of mouth transactions. Not enough to attract the attention of the Guild or anything.
"On the topic of wisdom. Quamall, my dear. Would you be willing to give a mentorship program for my sons at the Guild?"
Quamall narrowed his eye at the Matron. Looking like he was just offered a rotten nerf steak. To be fair, he kind of was.
"No way Miss Gam. Even I know how much your kids spend on their PADs instead of swinging their axes. My reputation would be down the drain in a month. I'm not crazy."
As his patrons descended into playful bickering, Vio thought on his life. What had happened to this planet where a criminal like him could earn a semi-honest living?
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A look at how the former criminal element could be adapting to a more lawful environment on Highreach. Everyone still has hints of The Bad Old Days, but they are moving on with their lives.
Crossposted on SB and SV
POV: Vio, Andrennian Catina owner,
Vio's Cantina and Roughhouse, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire, 1ABY
Vio wiped the counter and a glass clean while he surveyed his castle. This Cantina was supposed to be a short term thing. A way to launder his Black Market savings into cleaner assets to make ends meet. Just because you were getting out of the game doesn't mean all the money you made before was spotless.
However as time went on, Vio found himself growing more and more comfortable with his position as a Cantina owner. Sure the goods and services he was moving may no longer be illegal, but there was a certain thrill that could be found in running a smooth operation. Watching what you built earn a profit and know that you made it happen.
"For the last time Quamall, I ain't serving you reactor coolant. I don't care if you want to see if you can regenerate through ingesting it."
Unfortunately there was always troublesome people to deal with no matter your profession. People who would take one look at the status quo and try something off the table just to see what happens. Case in point, this pain loving Abyssin at his counter.
"C'mon Vio. This current bodyguard job is as slow as a Hutt being driven to attend a charity event. No one has shot me in days. I need to check if I am losing my eeeedge."
That must be devastating for poor Quamall. He was the best bodyguard in the district and always took on the most naive offworld merchants under his eye. What few of his clients realized was that his "benevolence" was just an excuse so he could jump in front of blaster fire for his own amusement.
"Look, I can't source you the reactor coolant. However, in recognition of you always recommending my Cantina for your clients' meeting location, I can arrange something. I will have a talk with Mwork about upping your opponent's voltage for this week's Shockboxing match in the Roughhouse."
The Cantina's Aqualish bouncer/referee hates it when Vio interferes with his shockbox matches. Treats the whole thing like some Sacred Shaak. However if a boxer wants to make a match harder on himself on purpose, that could probably be swung. Far be it from Mwork to stop fighters from "challenging themselves". Speaking of his employees…
"Oi Nil! Quit making goggly eyes at those Droid Balls and keep making the rounds! The Bounce room in the Roughhouse needs cleaning!"
It wouldn't do if one of the main attractions of Vio's Cantina got a bad reputation for cleanliness. When he bought this place the Roughhouse in the basement had all the markings of a training ground for one of Edin's ex-gangs. Damaged, but still sturdy targets, sound proofed walls, the lingering smell of used explosives, burn marks everywhere, the works. Probably why he had been able to acquire the property for so cheap.
These days Vio had the Roughhouse converted to house all sorts of physical activities and games. A way to allow the more physical minded citizens in Edinspire to stretch their muscles in an increasingly crowded city. From playing with blasters in the Bounce room, to launching Rocket Darts, or getting their blood up at the weekly Shockboxing night.
"Boss you know Ballzabub has been having trouble merging since last week. I have to watch how my babies are doooing."
Vio was regretting ever introducing Nil to Droid Ball Fighting. The game had soaked up all the Rodian'sattention span. She was a hawk at picking out cheaters and thieves when she could focus, but her eyes were always drifting to the Droid Ball table. If she could spend all day managing matches, she would.
At least it kept her from going back to pickpocketing. Vio had a good thing going here, and no criminal activity in his Cantina was going to ruin it. No one would find even an unsanctioned Sabaac game in his home. He had to report a smuggler last week trying to peddle Death Sticks. It made him feel dirty how clean he'd gone.
"Vio you cantankerous old monkey. Let the little sow enjoy her youth while she has it."
Vio suppressed a wince as the elde-mature Gamorrean Matron entered his establishment. One of the few contacts from his old line of work that stuck around. Miss Gam and her meat processing company had been a fixture of the Edinspire cityscape for over three decades. Which often made her impossible to avoid when you worked in the service industry.
"Miss Gam! How lovely to gaze upon your visage again. Here to organize another shipment of Potwa Beer for one of your parties?"
Potwa Beer was always the way to keep Miss Gam on her sweet side. A method Vio had only expanded when he and her started up their current business arrangement. Luckily he was able to help the brewers he knew offworld get their flimsiwork in order to continue to move their product under the new Guild regulations.
"Oh Vio, you know just what I like. Unfortunately I am just here to visit an old friend and brood. So just some Muja Fruit juice for me. Wouldn't want to get too rowdy this early in the afternoon, would we?"
Better for Vio's sanity if Miss Gam didn't get rowdy in his presence ever. For all Miss Gam dressed like she belonged at an opera, she was still a Gamorrean at the end of the day. One that Edin's previous gangs stayed well away from, and with good reason.
"It's my sons you see. They are not applying themselves enough. I keep encouraging them to join the Guild so they can earn some mortts, but it is like talking to a butchered corpse. Not much for conversation and only fit for getting shoved into the grinder."
The underworld still tells tales of when a Houk gangster came to her company to try and extort her for credits. Miss Gam introduced him to her Cleaver, and his henchmen got to experience the grim fate of being beaten to death by the two halves of their still very much alive and screaming employer.
Later that month Miss Gam complained to Vio that it took a few more swings for her than it usually does when she beats someone to death with body parts. Vio had assured her with all the seriousness of a man on death row that the gangster was just soft and fat and it had nothing to do with her end of things.
"Speaking of butchery. Did I ever tell you how glad I am that I can be blessed with your product? Those slices of Shaak really bring the Cantina Special together."
He was only laying it on a little thick. Miss Gam ran a tight ship when it came to quality control. The Cantina Special of Grilled Shaak Cheese on Buckwheat with Forrolow Berry Jam and sliced Shaak meat was a hit among his customers. Some of them were even asking him for the recipe.
"Vio, you know you don't have to sweet talk me. My little Funny Monkey will always have a place in my life. Save that for weaseling those poor Guilders out of their loot. Don't think I don't see the scoundrel you used to be when you see those fresh faces walk in."
Bashfulness was the last thing Vio expected to feel from this conversation. He wasn't even doing it for the money at this point. He wasn't just trying to keep his skills sharp. Not his fault for being unable to resist someone laying an iced honey cake right in front of him.
"Just trying to impart my wisdom to the next generation Miss Gam."
It wasn't even anything dangerous or illegal like blaster or grenades. These Guilders would walk in complaining about being unable to offload a few containers of Tibanna Gas or a crate of plasteel. Like they had never met a fence or a flexible wholesaler in their entire lives.
So Vio earned some money on the side acting as a middleman once again. In little quantities here and there with word of mouth transactions. Not enough to attract the attention of the Guild or anything.
"On the topic of wisdom. Quamall, my dear. Would you be willing to give a mentorship program for my sons at the Guild?"
Quamall narrowed his eye at the Matron. Looking like he was just offered a rotten nerf steak. To be fair, he kind of was.
"No way Miss Gam. Even I know how much your kids spend on their PADs instead of swinging their axes. My reputation would be down the drain in a month. I'm not crazy."
As his patrons descended into playful bickering, Vio thought on his life. What had happened to this planet where a criminal like him could earn a semi-honest living?
——
A look at how the former criminal element could be adapting to a more lawful environment on Highreach. Everyone still has hints of The Bad Old Days, but they are moving on with their lives.
Crossposted on SB and SV
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with all these deals las is making everyone is going to think he's a shoe in for the position of Moff and as they happily drag a weeping las to his new deck they'll think it's tears of joy as his plans and ambitions finally came to fruition.