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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

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Felius said:
Being fair here, if you can achieve (limited) flight with little weight and volume, adding it to a mech might be definitely worth it; Not to make it a makeshift fighter craft or the like, but it's a pretty massive improved mobility for the mech; But that's what it still is and should still be: A mech, if one capable of flying;

Dedicated flyers should be dedicated flyers.
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That's a big if, and even then it'd probably turn your mech into a slow flying target. You're also forgetting expense, and trying to find something light, low volume and cheap that is even remotely effective will be rather difficult to say the least.
 
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(((OOC, not my best omake but an Imperial Spy would definitely overthink the conversation. Watch Las fail upwards!)))

The young lady in red and white sighed. She had been hoping to get more out of the Moff. She had expected bad pick up lines, expected him to boast about his sector's military strength, but he chose to discuss taxation policy. Even if he was not attracted to her, he should have been more willing to talk to her about something less benign. After all, everyone should knew who she was. As much as she sometimes hated the fact that her heterochromia gave her away in field work, it was undoubtedly useful in being noticed. She had expected asking for favors, asking for a date, maybe asking to be left alone, but he had done none of those. He was completely nonplussed and wanted to discuss economics. Pulling up the dossier on the Moff, she noticed that he intended to focus almost to an absurd amount on economics, and generally let other people handle the other aspects of his sector. Though the presence of non-humans in nearly all corners of his administration was alarming, his focus on economics did bear fruit.

She then realized something. He was talking to well known Imperial intelligence agent about economics. What was he trying to tell her about? Granted, she generally did not care much about the administrative aspects of her work but perhaps that was a mistake. Pulling up a spreadsheet, she began to cross check the reports with the treasury reports. She frowned. While she had expected some discrepancies, she had not expected to find them that quickly. She was not a forensic accountant, so if this was what a cursory review did, perhaps she should bring this up the chain. A week later, she was in formal military dress kneeling before his Imperial majesty.

"Your highness, I am concerned with some of our accounting numbers. A moff brought it to my attention, and I believe he is correct to be concerned. As such, I would reque -" Palpatine raised is hand. She stopped talking.

"You are a faithful servant. You have earned enough trust that if you believe something should be looked into, it should be looked into. What specifically do you require of me?" Palpatine requested.

"My lord, clearly the man is an economic savant. He has somehow governed a backwater of a planet into a productive one and his sector appears to be undergoing the same transformation. Given his esteemed rank and loyalty, I thought it would be best if you order him to do an audit for the benefit of the Empire," she explained.

"Granted. You are dismissed," the Emperor ordered.

Three weeks later, in the Moff's office...

"What do you mean I am doing an audit of the entire Empire!" Las yelled.

"The order comes from the Emperor himself. Apparently you impressed someone on your last trip to Imperial Center." Zyx commented.

"Is there any way to get out of this?" Las aswked.

"Sorry bro. The orders came from the Emperor himself. Sometimes the reward for good work is more work," Zyx replied.

"But I wanted to take a vacation..." Las whined.
 
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i just thought of a solution to thrawn being gone in this fic. the one taken by the space whales was a clone. the real thrawn disappeared to create the empire of the hand.
 
Talimancer2 said:
That's a big if, and even then it'd probably turn your mech into a slow flying target. You're also forgetting expense, and trying to find something light, low volume and cheap that is even remotely effective will be rather difficult to say the least.
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You're massively underestimating the advantages of mobility, and also going for a very limited view of how it'd be used; Think a better version of battletech's jumpjets doctrine wise;

Fair enough, on the development difficulty side of things though, although given Star Wars bullshit tech at times, I feel it's entirely a matter of cost; It's unlikely that they can make it for default deployment, but I could entirely see it as a special project for elite special forces; In fact, I'm fairly sure that the Mandalorian Basilisk War Droids were almost that already, except a lot weirder and with sacrifices of effectiveness for the thematic bullshit of literally riding (on the outside) of the droids.
 
Ah, so it's an ambush

Odds are this strange eccentric lady may be one of the leading voices for the "debate", but while her fellows may have planned to spring it as a surprise hearing on Las' very "Anti-Imperial" way of thinking and governorship, counter to "Core World Sensibilities", they are all stuck in creating a proper foundation due his sector wide success. With multiple moffs either following his lead or equal peers in alliance to him.

She's probably more enthused on the fact that his style and system is working, than the fact it's stepping on the toes of many people who see a potential shift in popular favor to Las if they fail to discredit him.

So as a potential oddball, would she go out of her way to dress up to code to enter a restaurant to meet and briefly pick Las' brain?

Yes



On another note, the Myto sector is quietly becoming Mecha Mecca of the galaxy. Everyone desperately wants to be the next person to sell there Metal Gear/Gundam/Armored Core/Patlabor/Variable Fighter to Las
 
My entire thought process for that chapter.. "Dinner, eh? Let's hope he doesn't run into one of the scary people that populate Imperial Center.. Iceheart! Iceheart! Iceheart! Damn, damn, nononononono! No! Be very respectful, do not draw her attention! You drew her attention. You are DOOMED. Well, it's been nice knowing you... Wait! What?! You are still alive AND not disappeared?! How!? Luckiest SOB on the planet... Whew. Still got her attention, though, so your still fucked." "At least it wasn't Vader"
 
Even though the products shown were clear failures, potentially seeing a heavier mech would be really cool to see. The LECA was originally meant to just be the Light weight model after all, even if all the other walker types never ended up in production.


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While the execution of both those was horrible if you could rework something like the Tie Walker but less retarded you could create a LAM "land air mech" which if kept to a reasonable size could be a major boost not only to army but logistics.
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A Walker that can essentially cut out the middleman by being able to launch out ships, dogfight in the air, land on the ground for Walker operations, then fly back would be insanely versatile. The ability to rapidly lightning strike, harass, and dance around the enemy would be infinitely valuable.

I don't know if it's actually possible, but it's at least worth playing around with.
 
Cthugha said:
No what would be really funny is if different future Imperial Remnant leaders are fighting in the back ground over him like divorced parents fighting over custody. And he's entirely ignorant of it.
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They might honestly end up fighting over his staff for their Secretariat. Losing the Capital means a lot of the Admin work is now something they have to actually do on their own.

I doubt any of them has an administration pipeline quite like Las has.
 
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I didn't know who she was. I looked it up. She's the fucking Director of ImpInt. The Director... of the Imperial Intelligence Service.

Las is the unluckiest-lucky person in the entire Galaxy.

At least it seems like she doesn't want to kill his ass? That's a silver lining!
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Might want to hold off on any decision about how lucky he is. Somehow his paranoid, hyper cautious ass completely forgot that the Force is a thing, and blithely brought a goddamn ancient Sith to within spitting distance of Palpatine himself.

If he manages to get off the planet without Inquisitors showing up for Myr'thos, then we can say he's lucky!

Yoda and Obi-wan buried themselves in hiding at the ass end of the galaxy. Prancing around Sheev's backyardas as force sensitive, let alone a trained one, is not wise if you don't want the Emperor's attention.

Mugwuffin may be out of her league on this one.
 
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I'll admit, I've been watching some Legends of Avantris and Jean Claude stuck with me a tad, which is why Lawrence was tossing out "I say!" as much as he was.
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Mf! I say! I say! After reading that part I couldn't figure out why it had a bit of a dejavu feel to it, didn't expect a Mace reference in star wars of all places.........MF! I say! I say! Was that a double reference for Mace Windu??
 
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Mf! I say! I say! After reading that part I couldn't figure out why it had a bit of a dejavu feel to it, didn't expect a Mace reference in star wars of all places.........MF! I say! I say! Was that a double reference for Mace Windu??
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god I wish, no I'm not that smart. I tap out at Lawrence B. Ster, thats the peak of my comedic genius truly
 
Omake: Tales from the Skull Market New
Omake: Tales from the Skull Market

POV: Tak Gwut
RIII: Guardian
Certifications: Negotiator IV, Infiltrator II, Adviser III
Head of Administration of the Mynock Pailers, a RII: Alliance Mercenary Company,
Vio's Indoor Skull Market, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire, 2ABY

Tak gave a stretch as she entered the indoor market. Cargo lifters and speeder trucks lined the floor in a roughly organized manner. Some makeshift stalls lie on trailers dragged behind the former two. Spots near the entrance and the center were fiercely competed and bid for. Some cargo containers were even stacked on top of each other until they reached the ceiling.

"Reminds you of when we were two chumps wandering around a Guild-A-Gear, doesn't it?"

It certainly brings back memories. Only instead of a calm, almost sterile atmosphere, there was a fevered and humid anticipation as hawkers shouted their offers to all who could potentially hear. Of course they were always a few squads of RIV mercenaries on hand to prevent things from getting out of hand. Petty thieves looking to get lucky were in for a rude surprise. Most didn't bother to look up at the surveillance droids watching the area.

"Let's keep our eyes on the prize Garik. We have to find some upgrades for the Pailers, not gawk at every stall in this Skull Market."

Skull Market was a term for the network selling goods seized from pirates in Guild space. A network that had only grown and become regulated with the Zann Consortium's failed push into the sector. Quality of these used goods were often questionable, but the markups were low in exchange. Plenty of low ranking independent merchants try to get their start stocking up at forfeiture sales hosted by the Guild and sector law enforcement, then attempting to turn a profit selling it off piece by piece at the Skull Market. It was seen as a proving ground by the Guild merchant community.

Protection and regulation of the Skull Market is taken very seriously by the Guild. The concerningly paramilitary nature of some of these pirates meant the equipment seized could be heavily restricted. Only those with the proper permits and licenses could open a stall at one and submit themselves to inspections at any time. The Guild paid well for high ranking mercenaries to patrol and monitor Skull Market locations. These measures prevented most illegal practices, although a few brave criminals still tried their luck on occasion.

"Yeah I guess you're right. Don't want to let that monkey swindle us more than he already did at his cantina."

Garik was still fuming with the Skull Market's manager. The Andrennian had played him like a drum by making her partner pay to introduce him to the Market's owner. Only to take his Credits in one hand and hold out another to introduce himself. It was only a few Credits, more of a prank really, but it still stung Garik's ego.

The Cantina owner had predicted the Skull Market's rise and had prepared accordingly. He purchased and renovated a warehouse owned by a defunct smuggling ring in Edinspire to set up an indoor market. When the Guild started looking for a place to set up shop on Highreach, he showed up before they made a public announcement. Now Skull Market Traders rent out his stall spaces to peddle their wares while the Guild pays him for the privilege of using the land.

"Alright enough staring at the big picture, let's go find some upgrades for the Pailers."

Their SKZ Sporting Blasters were alright for low rank jobs around Minda-4. However the Pailers had begun to look into contracts offworld ever since the contract for Dewbacks ended. If they wanted to be taken seriously with the likes of Mandalorians roaming around, upgrading their equipment is a requirement. Speaking of taking things seriously.

"Garik stop making googly eyes at that row of boarding armor. We are looking for more equipment, but we are not made of Credits. Besides the Hurt Wagon is geared for transport over combat, even with the three fighters we have."

With the nature of piracy primarily being a problem in the void, a lot of the gear on sale was for space combat. Guilders looking to grab an onboard amenities unit or a Plasma Cut Boarding Device had a decent chance of coming across a used model. They wouldn't find anything truly restricted like a shift coffer in a Skull Market. However it was obvious where the pirates spent most of their time. Starship weapons were a bit rarer and more heavily regulated by the Guild. Merchants selling them tended to be housed in a dedicated building with a constant guard detail, but a high enough rank could give one access to that stock.

Unfortunately the lack of carrier space on the Pailers' main ship limited their area of operation by how long their fighter pilots can stay in their cockpits. Most mercenaries weren't keen on sleeping and doing their daily business in a starfighter for days on end. As a result the Pailers could only take contracts a system or two away from their base on Minda-4 unless it was long term or well paying enough to justify spending the Credits for out of house transportation.

"Alright, alright. Let's head over to the ground vehicle section to see if we can get a more impressive ride for the Pailers than a cargo speeder."

That isn't to say the Skull Market catered exclusively to spacers. Most crews had at least something if an opportunity for a Dirtside Raid ever presented itself. Plenty of merchants bought up a lot of one type of good to consolidate and build up a reputation as the local "insert good here" merchant of their Skull Market. The dirtside selection may be sparser than the space selection, but suppliers still managed to accumulate a decent stock.

"Looks like a lot of Starhawks this season. A bit outdated, but still usable and ubiquitous enough that people still produce spares for them. Could give the Pailers some added mobility."

Their primary options for small patrols were either the Arrows or their blurrgs. A stable of speeder bikes could allow them to respond to alarms and minor threats much quicker. Might have to organize bike lessons to keep anyone from crashing their Starhawk on their first patrol. Riding an animal and riding a speeder bike were two different things.

"Aw don't tell me you are thinking of adding side-cars. How are we supposed to intimidate our enemies scrunched up in a lame side-car?"

Garik does have a point. Appearances have a quality all on their own. Plus adding a side-car would decrease the speed somewhat, but it would still be a step far above blurrg speed. However the trade off of being able to bring more bodies and firepower to a situation should more than make up for it. Now how to phrase it to her partner?

"If they think we are weak because of a side car, they'll regret it when we attach repeating blasters or mortars to them."

The temptation of bringing squad level firepower to bear seemed to mollify Garik long enough to consider the option. Sure they were not expecting to lay siege to another base anytime soon, but being able to disorient or disperse a crowd with smoke or stun gas was always helpful. Especially if they were taking contracts outside of Minda in systems where public security is less stable. After consenting to at least trying it out, the two made their way to the infantry gear section of the Market for the meat of their purchases.

"Alright we both agree stun grenades for the individual Pailers' kit and the mortars are a must. We want a way to take care of groups and they are the easiest to get licenses for. Better armor would be nice to have, but lower priority at the moment. The last major item on our list is blasters. Quantity matters more than quality given pirates aren't exactly known for standardization. As long as it is within the budget and better than the sporting blasters we are currently using."

Blasters were something that was always in great supply in the Skull Market. Dozens of the same type of blaster markedly less so. Garik cracked a joke about making every Pailer a gunslingers by giving them each a C-10. All Tak could think of was having just brought their rifle marksmanship to above rookie standards, only to go back and have to drill them all to use heavy blaster pistols. She admits she took more time than necessary admiring a bryar rifle. Long enough for Garik to comment using collector's items as a standard weapon would give their logistics a heart attack.

Eventually they settled on purchasing a merchant's entire stock of three dozen GLX Firelances. The Republic design was popular with bounty hunters and pirates alike for the strong stun setting it came with. Both of them agreed the lower body count the Pailers left behind after a contract, the better. This loadout would encourage them to take more security contracts than wiping out pirate bases. Settling on a theme would also encourage similar contracts in the future. All the old crew back at base had experience with that from the Dewbacks contract, so the necessary skills were already in the company. Seems like the Pailers were going to be known for security utilizing outdated tech. Not the worst thing to be known for out in the Rim in her opinion.

They had to hire a dozen more recruits so they could have a garrison at their base when a contract took them offworld. Even had to promote a new lieutenant, an Anomid named Tear, to hold down the fort. Tak would have to disperse the new recruits amongst the old blood so they could pick up their tricks. However the fact they even have a veteran/rookie divide shows the Pailers are no longer the fresh faces they started out as. Hopefully Garik and her can take the company even further up the ranks.

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POV: Mwork, Aqualish Head of Security for Vio's (legal) commercial empire, apartment courtyard not far from Vio's Indoor Skull Market, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire, 2ABY

"Mwork, got eyes on those cases of Savareen brandy? Supplier is starting to get antsy."

Mwork gave a sweep the area from his Corona Limited. He was almost tempted to stay in his kudana leather seat and let the droids handle it. Almost because he was aching for some proper action. Vio forbade him from any shockboxing matches until the Market was fully established. Tasks like these were the only way he could stretch his feet and fists.

Someone had hit a merchant in Vio's Skull Market. Naturally this was an insult to Vio's protection and demanded a response. His boss assured the merchant that he would be sending "his best men" to retrieve the goods. While the merchant probably thought that meant Guild mercenaries, he contacted Mwork to get the job done quietly while trying to persuade the merchant to keep their mouth shut. No need to have a record of Vio's new business getting hit so early in its operation.

"I am at where the locator is. Unless the thieves knew ahead of time where it was hidden, they shouldn't have been able to remove it in such a short time. Heading in now."

As Mwork got out of his new-to-him landspeeder and adjusted his suit while double checking the coordinates. The supplier's locator pointed him to an apartment a few blocks from the Skull Market. It was actually part of his old gang's turf for a bit back in the day. Course it was cleaner and more well kept than back then. He didn't even have to step over any broken glass or trash.

"Aw how precious. This looks like baby's first larceny."

As Mwork leaned into the courtyard he found a gaggle of youths. The youngest looked no more than 17, the cusp of adulthood. Unfortunately they were standing around the cases of brandy he was sent to find. Their excited shouting was about their "big score" sealed their fate as the thieves he was looking for. Poor fools hadn't even set up a lookout to watch for any retribution. You don't hit the biggest game in town then stop running after ten minutes.

Reminded him of the time he hotwired his first speeder for the Rancor Maws and they let him bring it home after redoing the registration. Thing ran like a gungan with its legs broken and everyone laughed when he showed up in it, but that didn't matter because it was his. Guess after almost every gang was wiped out in the Purges, Highreach's next generation of criminals didn't have anyone to show them the ropes.

"You three, stick to the background unless someone flashes a blaster. I will handle these kids myself."

The shiny black and blue droids brought a hand to their saucer heads. With a flourish of their capes that Mwork knew was excessive, the security droids holstered their blasters and retreated to the shadows. No idea where they learned that given all they did was follow him on his rounds. He was still getting used to working alongside droids, but working closely with the Guild gave them options for the more… high performance models seized from criminals. The boss even had some fancy trade permit he had been approved for mounted on his office wall, said it showed off his growing influence.

Vio's operations were getting big enough that more manpower was needed to prevent wandering eyestalks and appendages. Unfortunately most of the reliable organic muscle market on Highreach had been cornered by the Guild. Most toughs Mwork knew found it easier to get good work with a Guild certificate, even if reporting after every job was a hassle. Despite staying on friendly terms with the Guild, the boss wanted the core of his network loyal to him and not report to some multi-sector spanning institution every little thing they did. So until the boss could train up more meat from the ground up, servos would be handling a lot of the lifting. Either way, it was showtime.

"Good evening everyone! You appear to have the brandy my boss sent me to find! If you just hand it over nice and easy, I promise to only leave some facial bruising to show what happens to wandering appendages."

The laughters and snickers stopped as Mwork strutted up and made his announcement. His words bounced around the kids' empty skulls while their eyes tracked him with confused wariness. That wariness turned into youthful cockiness as the snickers returned with a vengeance. Their eyes betrayed their lack of education in street smarts.

"And what are you going to do about old man? Swing that fancy cane at us? Why don't you beat it before you throw out your back."

Now that was just uncalled for. He was just in his late thirties! His abs were only beginning to devolve into a gut from a lack of fighting! Frakking kids don't know how to respect their elders. Not showing deference to someone well dressed and calm in a potentially violent environment was a good way to wind up face down in a gutter during the Dark Years. Well Mwork tried it the easy way, but if they were going to ease his guilt by mocking him, hard way it was.

"Guys I think my words gave old man a senior moment. Let's pack up the stuff annnn-oof!"

These idiots were so busy laughing at their bad humor they stopped watching him. Made it easy to walk up and throw his cane the air. Eyes drew upward by the sudden movement as he gave Loudmouth a haymaker to that mouth. If they had been watching him, he never would have gone for something so telegraphed. Loudmouth wobbled for a moment before crumpling into a heap as the cane ended its flight.

Snickers responded to his friend's fall by pulling out a shiv. Bad move. He swung wide which allowed Mwork to seize his arm and pull him off balance. A liver shot and he is doubling over in agony. The shiv clatters across the ground and out of anyone's reach. Not that it would have done much to the armored vest he had under his suit. Lucky it wasn't a blaster or Snickers would have ate a bolt from the droids.

Chuckles looks at his mates on the ground before meekly raising his hands. Kid should have thought of that before rejecting his offer. Mwork winds up a bolo punch sends the kid flying in a way that would have brought cheers in the ring. The kids where left on the ground quiet or squirming and no fourth opponent emerging from the shadows. The calm signaled the fight's end as Mwork picked his cane back up. All in all a bit of a disappointment. He didn't even have to activate his shockmitts.

"OI MWORK! WHAT YOU ROUGHING UP THOSE LADS FOR!?"

And there is Ms. Whitamayj, right on cue. Mwork glanced up at the aging Togruta hanging out her apartment window. The bat was old back when he was first initiated into the Rancor Maws gang. Always gave baked goods to the younger criminals and retaliation was swift for anyone who gave her trouble. Her screeching was background noise for the local community.

"Just teaching a lesson to some kids who thought they could steal from Vio, Ms. Whitamayj!"

"WELL THEN GIVE THEM A GOOD STOMP ON THE CROTCH FOR ME MWORK! VIO'S GOOD PEOPLE! HELPED ME GET THE PARTS SO I COULD WATCH MY STORIES!"

Good thing Vio insisted on "giving back to the community". If Vio couldn't be feared without going to prison, he figured he might was well be loved. A few cheap bits and bobs sent to the folks for free and suddenly everybody is singing his praises. The boss planned to use that goodwill to build up manpower independent of most of the Guild's influence. They'd still go to the Guild for training and licensing, but he'd have his hooks (and their loyalty) from the beginning. Yet being loved and being soft are too different things, as Mwork had just plainly demonstrated.

"Halt citizen! My sensors have detected a violent altercation has occurred! Do not attempt to flee and explain the situation at once!"

Just after dealing with one obstacle, another pops up. A 501-Z trunged into the courtyard looking to fulfill its peacekeeping programming. Of course it arrived just after things died down. Ah frak it is still staring at me. What was it that Vio told him to say if this happened?

"I was just, uh, performing a citizen's arrest and reclaiming some property for the Skull Market officer. Here's the credentials for the goods and my identification."

One good thing about working with the Guild is Vio gets a bit of leeway when it comes to violence. Leeway which is extends those under him like Mwork. As long as the violence is kept controlled and the right flimsiwork is filed afterwards, roughing up some criminals like this shouldn't draw much heat.

"Scanning…processing documentation…documentation registers as legitimate…beginning preliminary analysis of crime scene…level of force registers as within acceptable levels for Highreach's legal code…very well. Please remain here while a vehicle arrives to take these criminals to the station. Would you like your bounty payment deposited in a personal or business account?"

Well there goes keeping this quiet. Even if Vio clamps the supplier's mouth shut, a police report is going to ensure word gets out. Maybe if Mwork gives Vio the whole bounty it will soothe his anger. The chance to throw some really damaging punches was more than enough. He was getting punch-starved after spending so much time without setting foot in the ring.

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Whenever there is a crisis, someone is going to try to profit off it. At least the Skull Market is relatively better regulated than most Black Markets in Star Wars and the legalized gunrunners are less likely to shoot you. Vio's indoor market looks a bit like an indoor market like Kirkgate Market in Leeds with the feverish and mishmash aesthetic of an Outer Rim bazaar. Only instead of selling produce, knick-knacks, and assorted jewelry, it sells blasters, raiding gear, and assorted jewelry seized from pirates. Why the guards don't even take bribes or collect "additional" fees!

Mwork's section was intended to demonstrate that despite Las bringing law and order to the Edin system, it still retains some of that "rough and tumble" charm from when it was a hive of scum and villainy. Also poor Mwork really isn't that acquainted with "high class" fashion. The closest he has ever got to fancy folk is guarding the entrance to the VIP section of a nightclub in Highreach and that one time he watched over a businessperson his gang kidnapped for ransom.

Mwork: "I am no longer a gang enforcer. I must look like a respectable security consultant for a legitimate and growing business. A look that says: there goes Mwork, a high class and respected man."

Also Mwork: Comes out of his local suit rental having purchased something like this and walks with his superfluous cane to his fancy used speeder.

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Las

The University of Coruscant was a simple name for an institution so ridiculously glittery.

It sat in the Imperial Center, of course. It was an important institution, or so it claimed, and as such had to stick to the center of power.

I think it had more to do with sucking up, but I wasn't going to say that out loud, was I. No, the copious number of Imperial flags slapped onto every surface did that for me.

"This hall is severely lacking in-" I quickly elbowed Myr'thos in the ribs to shut them up. This was neither the time nor place to be talking smack about the institution about to give me a diploma.

I could feel their stare boring into the back of my skull, promising retribution in private. My mind succinctly shut that thought away for later as we walked to the grand doors of the building.

They were, in a single word, large. Like, at least 6 or 7 stories tall. At the base sat a series of perfectly normal sized doors instead.

And yes, we walked to the front door instead of taking a shuttle. Apparently, the University liked wasting people's time.

Upon reaching the base, we entered to find an equally large hall stretching out before us. The roof was a glass skylight, and the hall was lined with statues of various people rich enough to pay for one.

To either side, corridors ran to the college's various wings. A myriad of students milled about, all human and all looking as though they were raised by nannies while their parents cheated on each other.

Despite the hall's size, it was surprisingly bereft of activity. Students and staff milled about, certainly. But for an institution of this size one would expect more students.

Then again, considering the cost of tuition, it was a surprise anyone could afford to attend in the first place.

The reception desk was ironically quite small, the clerk behind it clearly cramped.

"Moff Las Mola, here for my Doctoral defense." I said quickly, keeping my arms held behind my back despite the growing pain in my elbow.

Why is their armor so damn hard? I should've never given that program adequate funding.

The clerk's eyes widened a fraction at hearing the word Moff, posture straightening up in an instant.

"Ah of course Moff Mola! Let me just check the system here and get you set up."

As he went through the system, his posture slowly slouched down once more.

"Here you are, Moff. This pass will let you through the needed sections. This map will lead you to the correct hall." A chromium token was placed on the counter between us, engraved with the Universities logo. The clerks' tone was the same you got from service workers after a double shift. Painful.

"And my bodyguard?"

The clerk sighed as though this was the most unimportant event to ever occur. He even rolled his eyes!

What was it that wuxia novels always say? Oh, right. You are courting death!

Given the way Myr'thos twitched in the slightest way, it was true. This clerk was a single sarcastic statement away from getting beheaded.

The clerk proceeded to slap a second token down after a few seconds of typing. At this point, I wasn't sure if he wasn't going to literally wave us away, but I wasn't taking any chances with Myr'thos's attitude.

Instead, I swiftly followed the map, Myr'thos in tow.

"That one will suffer."

"Please wait until I'm off-world. And at least keep it untraceable? I don't want to get my diploma revoked because you got pissy."

They didn't respond, content to grumble under their breath. Mugwuffin let out that strange laugh of hers from her position curled on my shoulders. A weight I was getting tired of carrying.

"You're getting heavy, you know? Might want a harness or something."

Indignation!

"If I didn't exercise, I wouldn't be standing upright you scaly rat."

Annoyance

She then proceeded to poke at my belly. So what, I like hot coco, sue me!

Our argument continued the entire walk there, drawing stares from passerbyers as I seemingly argued with a lizard about weight. All the while Myr'thos stalked to my side, every step an opportunity to aura farm.

They were enjoying their new armor way too much. The hooded helmet and monochrome color scheme made them a walking shadow, and Myr'thos took every opportunity to make the drip clear as day to all.

Well, it is a drip or drown world, after all. If only I had my helmets of old, I could aura farm as well. Unfortunately, I was stuck with just a measly uniform.

The walk itself was long, nearly half an hour of gilded halls and statues of business magnates with more money than sense.

It didn't help that every staff member we passed was floating along on a repulsorlift hoverboard of some kind, ignoring all those around them.

One of them fell over, faceplanting so hard I was certain I saw blood. From Myr'thos's quiet snickers, I had a suspicion it was no accident.

Eventually, we reached the meeting room. As the door slid open, the first thing I noticed was the smell.

Perfume utterly saturated the place. And not just one smell, but dozens deigned to assault my senses. Any one of them would've been fine enough, but the combination almost made my eyes wander.

See!? This is why I wore those helmets, they had filters!

The room itself was as ostentatious as the rest of the academy. Every seat in a lecture hall built for maybe 200 students seemed fit for a king. With adequate leg space, cushioned arm seats and cup holders.

In the very front row sat a single person. A corpulent man to put it lightly, the armrests of his chair raised to allow his girth to remain unconstrained.

Considering there was not a single other soul in the lecture hall, he could be the only source of the perfume.

A snore ripped its way out of his gullet, a bone shaking thing.

"This is the elite of the most prestigious university in the galaxy? Pathetic. Mongrel, do you truly value any simple piece of parchment these fools allot to you?"

Moving over to the podium at the front, I took to connecting my PDA and readying my presentation as I responded.
"Well, considering we're 45 minutes early, I'm surprised anyone showed up at all. Still, it's not about the people who run the University as much as it is about proving myself to, well, myself."

The holoprojector lit up with uncharacteristic quickness, a testament to the best consumer electronics one could buy being the norm at the academy.

"Ah, so it is a lack of pride that drives you. Pathetic, but I've come to expect no less from you mensch. Now, I am off to acquire refreshments from the nearest cafe. They seem to have quite the selection in this building alone."

"Cool. See if they've got coco please."

Myr'thos left without another word while I took to doing a quick test of the projectors capabilities to ensure everything was functional.

It was effectively a slideshow with 3d graphics. Instead of a normal graph, I had projections that covered the entire Myto sector. Instead of boxes of text and images, I had 3d simulations and videos. All standard stuff.

It was around 5 minutes before the presentations started that I noticed something was off. No one else had arrived, and I was certain I'd come to the right room. Maybe that clerk fucked up? Seemed lazy enough for it.\

"HRRK!"

The loud sound shook me from my mind as the only other person in the room woke with a snort.

Indignation!

You're a rat, shut up.

The man seemed to shake himself away, long robes barely hiding how the folds of his fat rolled like waves.

"H-huh? Where…oh. Who are you?" His confusion lasted mere moments before locking onto me.

"I'm Moff Las Mola. I'm to present a defense in this room in a few minutes for a diploma by experience."

His eyes widened in recognition. "Ah, yes, now I remember. That was why I chose this spot for my nap. The seats here are quite comfortable."

"You're one of the examiners then? Pleasure to meet you, Mr?"

"Doctor Quinzeltion Burtra, head of the Butra family and majority stockholder in Butra Electronics. That holo projector is one of my company's products."

That it was, the Butra logo shining on the side in blue light.

"Well, again, it's a pleasure to meet you Doctor Butra. Do you know when the other examiners will be here? Its almost time to begin."

"Bah." He waved a hand my way. "They'll be here when they see fit. Best focus on preparing your defense. Something about taxation law?"

"Actually, it about transaction cost reduction using-"

He waved again, interrupting me. "Yes, yes, I remember." The Doctor yawned, a hand reaching into the depths of his robes to retrieve a crumpled bag. From it, he pulled a strange purple and orange pastry easily the size of my hand, half of it disappearing into his mouth a second later.

I decided to ignore him as he did me, focusing instead on re-reading through my presentation and notes, ensuring I was prepared for every question that might come my way.

When the meeting time came, the only one to walk through the door was Myr'thos, holding two drinks.

They handed me one, sipping on the other with the straw poking through an open port in the helmet. < add "thank you" from Las >

Myr'thos said nothing, even though the feeling I got was that a barb was hidden, waiting.

Instead they settled into a corner, their new perch giving them a view of every entrance and exit.

"My bodyguard." I told Doctor Butra, answering the silent question on his face.

He simply hummed, returning his attention to his pastries. He'd produced a half dozen more from his robes when I wasn't looking.

It was only 15 minutes after the presentation was meant to begin that people started to trickle in.

Various doctors and assorted professors in robes worth more than the shuttle I flew in on. They chatted and laughed, none bothering to even look me in the eye, much less greet me.

Though they shot curious looks at Mugwuffin on my shoulders, and wary ones towards Myr'thos.

Eventually, nearly 25 minutes after the designated starting time, the final examiners had arrived. The front row was filled with around 15 or so people, strange given I had been told my committee would only be around 6 people total.

Once they had, I decided I needed to start quickly. The quicker I was done, the quicker I could get off the planet.

"Hello esteemed members of the University. I am Moff Las Mola, of the Myto Sector."

None of them responded back, boredom clear. Some were still talking amongst themselves, and Doctor Butra was completely absorbed by his pastries, zoned out entirely.

"My presentation is on Reconstructed Institutional Frameworks and Transaction Cost Reduction in Frontier Economies: A Re-examination of Pre-Imperial Development Models Using Contemporary Evidence from the Myto Sector."

From there, it began, starting with the history of the topic. The Guild wasn't a new type of organization, but in this galaxy few things were given there were some twenty five thousand years of history. Being original in these things was hard, and many went more for a rediscovering and reapplication of older concepts.

As the section continued, I was pretty sure I heard a snore.

Eventually, I got into the meat and bones of the system and the proof of the Guild's benefits. The rising employment rate and subsequent boom of taxes was a large part of it. It was here that I got my first question.

"You claim this 'Guild' is more productive and better suited to industrial concerns. Yet your anti-monopoly practices seem to favor low-class individual businesses. How can your system hope to prove itself productive when all you seem to do is coddle the small ventures of the peasants?"

The woman who asked was rail thin, in a way that would be considered unhealthy if not for the fact that I knew such a body type was actually quite in vogue right now amongst the elite. Her unnaturally green eyes seemed to glow with malice, contrasting her taut, molasses colored skin.

"Well, that's because monopolies actually fail to hold up in terms of long term, high yield productivity in the same way. A monopoly has no competition that necessitates higher quality products or services. They just have to keep their competition out of the market, and tend to spend more time and money currying political favor and ensuring no competition arises than actually refining their internal processes or eliminating waste. Data from the Myto Sector has shown quite the opposite under the Guild. Actually, I have more material on this I cut for time."

I took a little time bringing the info up, a complex chart appearing from the projector. A variation of a later map of the sector, but focused on the individual productivity averages of small to medium businesses in the sector.

"Based on the data gathered, it was shown that smaller businesses were on average through the Guilds systems able to grow and showcase productivity and output more efficiently than mega-corporations. While lacking the individual scale, they make up for it by virtue of being easier to start thanks to Guild sponsored classes and resources."

A click brought me to another deleted slide. "Now looking at data from the Kuat system, the dominance of KDY as a corporation has led to immense production of ships. However, this dominance comes with an oppression of other, smaller companies attempting to compete. The average small business productivity rating in the Kuat system is much lower, and if it was at the same rate as the Myto Sector, the Kuat system would see a near 18% increase in productivity overall."

I paused to take a breath and a quick swig of the mediocre swill this establishment dared to call hot chocolate. Should've brought my own.

As I did, the room seemed a tad quieter. Maybe those in the back had stopped talking and started snoozing instead. At least the sloppy sounds of eating had reduced. They could stand to be nicer, I was missing my lunch for this meeting!

"Now, I have about a dozen more pages of notes on this topic specifically, but for the sake of time I'm going to return to the main presentation. I'd be happy to speak further on it after the defense is over." A few more button presses, and I was back on the main presentation.

Specifically, the part regarding slavery and the tax base.

After going over some of the basics regarding the Guild's bylaws, especially regarding slavery and how the focus on smaller businesses was affected by them, another question arose.

"Forced labor of local alien populations has been economically proven to extract resources at the maximum rate with minimum cost. Your model seems to eschew this entirely for the sake of giving aliens benefits they have no need of. Is the outer rim so lacking in proper human administration that you must make such concessions?"

This time it was an older man, seated next to the previous questioner. His long white hair was braided into elaborate patterns, interconnecting with each other and held together with rings I was pretty sure were made of aurodium.


"Thats actually answered here on the next slide." I replied, taking another sip to calm my nerves. This was getting irritating, if you have a question make sure its good! These guys sucked.

"As seen here, yes, the cost of maintaining a well paid labor force with mandatory time off and workers protections does start off more expensive. However, these workers now have the time and money needed to go out and engage more proactively with the economy."

A click brought up the next slide, showing the wider effects on the sector economy.

"While at times harder to see on a case by case business, zooming out to the wider economy shows that this increases the overall money flow of trade, as businesses have more customers to sell to. The increase in economic activity then plays into the previous points mentioned about small businesses."

"More importantly" I continued, flicking to the next slide. "Tax revenue has seen a dramatic increase. Not only that, but this increases the size of the tax base as well. This increases the states fiscal capacity, allowing more investment into infrastructure, military and other programs. Not only that, but it reduces costs in a myriad of other ways."

Here, once more, I was forced to bring up slides removed for time. "As seen here, extractive operations that utilize forced labor in the neighboring Veragi sector report vastly increased military costs. Droids, soldiers, and a bevy of monitoring equipment is needed to ensure slave revolts don't break out. And for putting them down when they inevitably do. As it stands, a non-humans needs or wants are irrelevant, only their productive capability. And the data shows that these concessions allow that capability to rise."

"Next, as seen here, the skill ceiling is important. While this may not be a concern here in the Core, in the Outer Rim skilled workers are rarer. By allowing non-humans to engage in the economy and educational system more freely, an engine is created that allows higher difficulty positions to be filled quicker. A slave cannot be whipped into becoming a systems engineer."

"Is this system competitive to neighboring sectors who do use slavery? How does this Guild ensure companies' margins are maintained and people stay to do business?"

Out of nowhere, another question erupted. Turning around, I saw it came from none other than Doctor Butra himself. His pastries lay forgotten on the desk before him, arms propped up by the elbows, hands intertwined before his face. His eyes, however, seemed wide, almost confused by the words coming out of his mouth.

"Ah, good question Doctor Butra." And to my surprise, I was sincere. "The Guild reduces intra-sector friction and has extensive programs aimed at easing trade between sectors as well. Overall, it's easy to both do business in the sector and with the sector, though more of the former than the latter. More than that, slave sectors save on wages but bleed in security costs."

Another projection, this one from the Veragi sector I had scrounged up.

"The average cost of security per slave per capita is 237% higher than what it would take to pay even the barest minimum wage. They are effectively running expensive prisons that happen to produce something as a byproduct. This, combined with all the other evidence, is inefficient."

From there, the tune of the presentation changed dramatically. The questions seemed to almost switch. Now, the panelists seemed more engaged. Their questions aimed at less obvious but important gaps in my theory and practice.

At one point they started discussing with one another as well as with me. They even stood from their chairs, the group congregating around the podium to utilize the holoprojector and holonet connection to bring up various data points and research from the school files.

I ended up pulling a great deal of those removed slides and files up throughout the entire discussion. I'll be honest, it was some of the most fun I'd had in a long while.

A legitimate academically engaged discussion on topics I was interested in with peers in the field. Many of them had read the same papers I had. Some had even written those papers.

The energy was almost exciting, and at times I watched figures such as Doctor Butra engaging rigorously in serious debate on the potential failure points of the Guilds patrols specifically in regards to said patrols effects on the economic stability of a region.

Unfortunately, the atmosphere came to an end as an alarm rung out, my alarm. A quick tap at my PDA silenced it.

"My apologies, my alarm was ringing to remind me of a dinner reservation I made this morning." I glanced at the clock. "Unfortunately, I'll have to take my leave within the next half an hour if I wish to make it . It's at The Pinnacle, you see."

I received some understanding looks as myself, Mugwuffin and Myr'thos were ushered out of the room while the panel debated.

"You should praise my ability, for I was able to maintain a state of readiness throughout the entirety of that inane babbling." Said Myr'thos, body contorting into seemingly bone-breaking stretches, sighing as their body received that relief.

"Isn't your body built to be a perfect weapon? You should be perfectly capable of sitting still for a little while. See, even Mugwuffin did it!" I poked the lizard-cat-thing, but all I got in response was a little snore.
"The truth, peasant, is that nobody, born or made, could ever hope to withstand nearly four hours of such mind-numbing boredom. Only the combination of my perfect body, unbreakable mind, and durasteel will allow me to survive this encounter."

"Fine! Next time I'll make a presentation on the fruit market. You wanted two and a half week old orban fruits, right?"

Our banter lasted at least fifteen minutes, back and forth on whether mixed fruit smoothies or coco blends were the superior drink. I know I won, no matter that dirtbag fruit-lover says.

When the doors opened once more, we were ushered back inside. There, the entire committee stood, Doctor Butra at its center.

"We've come to a decision, Doctor."

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Legally obligated. You see, I typed the number 6, and then within a word typed the number 7, and as such I have no choice. My brain is rotting in a peculiar way.

Been looking into expanding info on the Myto Sectors ground forces. After all, outside of the LECA's and the Broadsword hover IFV's its all bog standard. Obviously the Imp military has some decent stuff, if it was all awful they'd lose all the time. But I figure there has to be places they can improve, so tossing ideas/art of vehicles/weapons/strategies and more in the comments would be amazing, cause I am as far from a general as possible. Not even an armchair general. Mechs can be included, given the LECA, but keep them star wars themed and grounded to an extent. No Gundams flying around lobbing battleship killing nukes.

Honestly fairly proud of this chapter. Really wanted to showcase how Coruscant is kind of a glittery shithole through the academy. But at the same time, I figured there had to be people who were actually passionate about their field of study under the pomp. After all, this is just one lowly Moff, so they wouldn't send the trust fund babies with 0 passion, just the ones who are 50/50 on passion and profit.

And yes, you're right, this is a 1 POV chapter. That's because it's late but I don't want to spend another 3 hours writing up the second POV or wait until tomorrow to finish it. It was going to be Grant. Don't worry, she'll be first for 112.

While this new and hopefully improved style of writing takes longer to write chapters for, I will be uploading more often. Multiple times a week if possible. I'll be honest, I saw how Sera's seems to top charts every week and I got maybe a bit jelly.

Eh, I'll get over it with the help of carnita's filled bean dip! Perfect dinner, I tell ya.

Even the reaper files a 1040 come April
-Freefaller
 
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I wouldn't be surprised if Yssane Isard was watching Las' presentation, judging him and taking notes. Probably making notes about Mugwuffin and Myr'thos as well, especially Myr'thos as they are the greatest unknown of the trio. If she knew Myr'thos was a living and breathing member of the actual Sith race, she likely would not hesitate to hold the knowledge over Las to get him to do a series of favors for her
 
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