Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[Mistroz]

Excellent chapter.

 

[Psychic_Duck]

Watching as Las accidentally creates the Schola Progenium.

At the the mention of laxing loyalty courses and the ISB, I too said "Let them in". It would be the perfect combination of getting troops up to muster quickly, and the ISB gets to play spy and rat catcher, and possibly points of recruitment and spy insertion.

This might actually add an extra smokescreen for Las' protection. His governance model that contradicted the Tarkin doctrine at the start turned heads, but once they saw the credits rolling and the tithes arrive on time and in full, he was given a pass. His aggressive yet smooth expansion on industrial and spaceship construction through his Guild, let him pass when it was clear that the economic and political apparatus was merely there for money, not some laundering scheme.

And now the snakes in the ISB will set up nests to root out rats, and as Las' sector churns out excess troops and sailors everyone needs, people from other sectors will flock to fill the population gap, feeding the ISB with more paths to follow if they catch suspicious people and trace back their path.

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Sasuga Las-Sama, truly he is a genius that surpasses all others, who else would be worthy of claiming the thrown once the Emperor slips off his chair and into the bottomless vent shaft that is in his room for some reason... they really need some OSHA in the Empire, so many health and safely violations.

 

[VersatilePlanet]

I must admit, I don't know how high a position the Moff rank is, and I can't tell how many systems Las is in charge of. Does anyone have a clue, or at least can give me a short, detailed description?

 

[Frater Astrotechnicus]

I must admit, I don't know how high a position the Moff rank is, and I can't tell how many systems Las is in charge of. Does anyone have a clue, or at least can give me a short, detailed description?

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I think it's fairly high since there only are the grand moffs above him
However with the size of the galaxy, there are many like him and with more important systems too
Like kuat and corellia

 

[Xintax]

I must admit, I don't know how high a position the Moff rank is, and I can't tell how many systems Las is in charge of. Does anyone have a clue, or at least can give me a short, detailed description?

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There are approximately 1000-1500 people who officially are on level if not outright outrank him in the galaxy (from what I can recall so feel free to fact check me)....since well Palpatine did just disband the senate in a New Hope and all.... Realistically there are far more due to tycoons and the networking/politics of the Empire but basically 10k-20k people with the pull in a galaxy with trillions of sapients is pretty damn good.

 

[zecorezecron]

I must admit, I don't know how high a position the Moff rank is, and I can't tell how many systems Las is in charge of. Does anyone have a clue, or at least can give me a short, detailed description?

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Before Palpy took over and allowed new sectors to be formed, there were 1024. I cant find a hard number in the Imperial era, but even if we assume a ten fold increase, that's still tens if millions of star systems he controls, though most are unpopulated. In disney canon, there's still 1024.

Plus there's only two ranks (nominally at least) higher than him. Grand Moff and Emperor. Unofficially, high ranking military people and certain individuals who report directly to the emperor could boss him around, but that list is very small.

Basically, less than two thousand people in the galaxy are his peers, and at most there are a few dozen people he can't tell to fuck off. Of the characters we see in the actual movies, the later consist of Palpy, Vader, and Tarkin. And Tarkin is dead at this point in the story.

 

[Watching]

So las is Cutting down on indoctrination to slot in Mandalorian trainers on top of clone veteran teachers already at the academy's?

What else can we pile onto the academy's to make the troops absurdly good?

How far is the Guild to spread into the Outer Rim before things go tits up? Las could probably get the old CIS factory's up and running again to produce weapons for him if he tries.

If I remember correctly Las's sister complained about MI being cut out, so he could try to get them to run checks on the academy's he is making, to get in good with them for when thing's kick off.

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You want the organization run by a psycho imperial cultists who will also release a plague on the galaxy for failing her god Palpatine in the future to have anything to do with Las's plans on cutting down imperial indoctrination to speed up trooper training times and cram in more useful skills?
No, absolutely not!

 

[zecorezecron]

So las is Cutting down on indoctrination to slot in Mandalorian trainers on top of clone veteran teachers already at the academy's?

What else can we pile onto the academy's to make the troops absurdly good?

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Target practice? Eye exams? "How to adjust your blaster sights" as mandatory reading?

 

[Xintax]

Target practice? Eye exams? "How to adjust your blaster sights" as mandatory reading?

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To be fair all stormtroopers shown in the OG trilogy performed better than the kids sent off to Vietnam by a considerable margin. If anything they aren't missing enough and are conserving ammo far too heavily. Surpassing fire seems to be entirely absent as far as concepts are concerned.

Obi Wan even mentions that the massacre at the farm was done too precisely/efficiently by the troopers.

 

[Heidao]

I must admit, I don't know how high a position the Moff rank is, and I can't tell how many systems Las is in charge of. Does anyone have a clue, or at least can give me a short, detailed description?

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Think of it in the same measure as WH40K, every world has a planetary governor like how Las started, then he got promoted to a Moff that controls a subsector or multiple systems worth of planets with many governors under him. Then you got Kaine who controls the Oversector, like a Segmentum in terms of territory to control, that represents a large chunk of the Empire.

Las in terms of power is really up there, not only did he purge most of the offices and governors and replace them with, what are essentially his polity in the Oversector, but he is highly favored by Hiral and Kaine, while being the main shipwright of the Oversector.

 

[zecorezecron]

To be fair all stormtroopers shown in the OG trilogy performed better than the kids sent off to Vietnam by a considerable margin. If anything they aren't missing enough and are conserving ammo far too heavily. Surpassing fire seems to be entirely absent as far as concepts are concerned.

Obi Wan even mentions that the massacre at the farm was done too precisely/efficiently by the troopers.

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Well, that probably because Storm Troopers were allowed to actually attack the enemy and return fire, which is more than what our boys in Vietnam were allowed. And I do mean allowed. The Fat Man has a brief explanation that touches on some of it, but not nearly all of it. Some got really fucking stupid.

 

[Xintax]

Well, that probably because Storm Troopers were allowed to actually attack the enemy and return fire, which is more than what our boys in Vietnam were allowed. And I do mean allowed. The Fat Man has a brief explanation that touches on some of it, but not nearly all of it. Some got really fucking stupid.

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I was referencing more along the lines of accuracy and why we went from round targets to silhouettes on the shooting range.

Oh yeah and that is because Politicians got involved you will notice that since the advent of the radio absolutely every war managed by civilian politicians has turned to shit...this is not a coincidence. Generals for instance in the US have to be approved by congress critters to obtain their rank because in theory they are supposed to be able to sign ceasefires and even lesser treaties/agreements independently and dictate terms...that power has fallen by the wayside in modern times since the advent of the radio with civilian command superceding strategic/tactical considerations on the battlefield.

 

[Freefaller]

I must admit, I don't know how high a position the Moff rank is, and I can't tell how many systems Las is in charge of. Does anyone have a clue, or at least can give me a short, detailed description?

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So for this fic, a Moff is a little tyrant, controlling one (sometimes more though its rare) sector and having jurisdiction over all star systems within said sector. The Myto sector, being in the outer rim, has 200 inhabited systems. Sure, it has far more uninhabited systems, but those are either unreachable by hyperlane or simply not worth colonizing.

 

[SotF]

"Legally, It's A Light Freighter"

SS-54 Light Assault Gunship Light Freighter

Production Information

Model: SS-54 light assault gunship

Manufacturer: Botajef Shipyards

Type: Gunship

• Due to a quirk of imperial bureaucracy, it's actually legally classified as a Light Freighter, allowing many to purchase it even if they would not normally be allowed to purchase a Gunship

Cost: 110,000 Credits

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Technical Specifications

Length: 24.19 meters

Maximum atmospheric speed: 800 kph

Engine unit(s): Incom HA-980a H/O ion engines (2)

Hyperdrive rating: Class 2.0

• Backup Class 12 Hyperdrive

Armament:

• Forward twin ZX7 laser cannons (2)
• Aft dual laser cannons (1)

Complement: Varies, based on modular configuration

Crew: 2-3

Passengers: 6-10

Cargo Capacity: 30 tons

Consumables: 2 weeks

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Usage

Availability:

• Widely available across the Rim, most common near Botajef, as it is produced at Botajef Shipyards
• If Eriadu is the Coruscant of the Rim, Botajef is the Kuat of the Rim, and has a fitting amount of production,

Role:

• Military Gunship
• "Light Freighter"

Affiliation:

• Mercenaries
• Bounty Hunters

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Description

"Sure, it's a light freighter, if you count body bags for bounties as freight"

"By the motive force! This is surely a miracle from the omnissiah, a sign of his favor of the Mard, the Moff, and the Myto Sector. Oh, uh, anyways, I think we should buy a lot of these. These could help meet demand. And cut that first part out of the record." - Guild sourcing specialist suspected to be a former member of a mod gang

The discovery of the legal status of the SS-54 assault ship as that of a Light Freighter was met with extreme enthusiasm by many guild members, especially newer ones who are not yet licensed to purchase ships which are legally gunships.

Design

"It's definitely a gunship. I know it, you know it, Bill knows it, Mola knows it. Let's call it a light freighter anyways. After all, who are we to go against imperial law?" - Lead analyst for the SS-54 "light freighter"

It's important to note that, due to the modularity of the design, it actually can work as a light freighter, albeit a well armed one. Given these trying times, better armed light freighters would likely boon to the security and prosperity of the sector

The SS-54 light freighter has been tried and tested by mercenaries and bounty hunters, who hold it in high regard due to its perceived simplicity, reliability, and versatility.

The primary weapons of an SS-54 are its two twin ZX7 laser cannons, mounted below the prow of the ship on one turret each, which can be independently aimed and fired. This may not seem like much, but a relatively high rate of fire and level of power can be sustained for a long period without issue, one of the reasons for its reputation for reliability.

Conclusion

"I love it. I love it so much, I wish we had another shipyard just to make more of these" - Guild worker sharing a common view on the SS-54

The SS-54 is not only a good and reliable ship, but its modularity, versatility, and legal status take make it a superb choice for many guild-registered mercenaries.

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Recommendation

Comments about acquiring more shipyards to construct SS-54 "light freighters" quickly went from idle speculation to serious evaluation when it was discovered that Botajef Shipyards, the designer and manufacturer of the SS-54, have a currently abandoned auxiliary facility in the Mako-Ta system called the Mako-Ta Space Docks. Further investigation into the Mako-Ta Space Docks is suggested, along with the viability of acquiring them in a similar manner to how Moff Mola acquired the Rothana Heavy Engineering assets which now comprise the Mard. In addition, it is plausible that pirates have taken up residence there to make their Ambuscader Class Corvettes. Thus, the securing and acquisition of the Mako-Ta Space Docks would accomplish a number of goals.

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Well, it's not such an absurd piece of overengineered bullshit like the Helix that Arakyyd managed to, somehow, make into a functional ship and convince the authorities that it was just a "light freighter/courier" while having enough firepower that even most CapShips think twice about engaging there

 

[bloodyparty]

there. I got only 2 classes this semester (other two I needed were full before I was even eligible to apply!) so I'm only in class twice a week

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A little cheat, if you are attending physically nowadays.
Just because you can't sign up and hand in the course work, doesn't mean you can't just find out where they are having classes and sitting in.
If it's online, try get someone in the classes to forward you the link.
Getting a headstart on learning the material, and even more knowing all the assignments and exam questions can make the next semester with more classes far easier.

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-103-Interlude

Thorne
1.12 ABY
Minda

Thorne sat in his office, a few hours before the workday ended, eyes taking in the various data points spread before him. They were travel logs from the hyperspace beacon, indicating ships entering and exiting systems. Hidden within, he could see the discrepancies.

These indicated that someone, somewhere in subsector 3, wasn't properly logging every entry. Or, more accurately, deleting entries before the automatic system sends them. Considering the rise in piracy in that subsector, it seemed to point to the pirates having an inside man. Unacceptable.

Opening up his personal PDA, an unmarked one, he checked HAVEN operative numbers in that subsector. They had a few, and he quickly assigned one to investigate. He didn't trust the normal Imperial investigators.

After that, he continued his work. Through Governor Murr, he was able to feed pirates faulty information. But only partially false information.

For example, a tip that a convoy would be moving from system A to system B at this time, making a rest stop in between. A pirate group would take the tip and attack, not realizing that the tip had never specified exactly how defended the convoy was, only that it was carrying valuable tech.

Such was the nature of much of what he did. He would've also liked to be in control of the HAVEN kill squads, as he didn't trust Darna with them. However, per the Moffs orders, the kill squads were only to be used when all three of them agreed on it. A check on individual power that he could understand.

It was then that his thoughts did turn to Darna. She vexed him in a myriad of ways.

On one hand, she was stubborn. Prone to overworking. Dead set on her goals. And filled with obvious disdain for the Empire.

Yet, she was also overwhelmingly competent. She was willing to make the hard choices. And most importantly, she truly seemed to care.

Thorne had been an ISB agent for nearly a decade, and he'd never had a colleague who truly cared about, well, anything that wasn't advancement. They'd capture rebels and smile at the prospect of advancement. But not at the capture of terrorists.

But when Thorne and Darna saw the recordings of recently freed slaves, she smiled. It was a small thing, but it had been more genuine than any expression he'd ever seen on a colleague's face.

And that scared him. Because Thorne liked to think he cared. He was entirely devoted to the Empire and its Emperor, of course. It was simply that many within the system were ineffective, bumbling fools, corrupting the vision of the New Order!

But did he care? Has he ever truly cared? He didn't know, and that scared him. How could he call himself a true Imperial if he'd never cared for its people?

Was he a true Imperial? What did it mean to be a true Imperial? Did it mean being loyal to the Empire, or its ideal?

What was the Empire's ideal? Was it order? Was it control? Was it peace? He thought so, but was it true?

What did the creation of the Death Star say about that ideal? What did that say about him?

What did it say about his parents-

A ring from his intercom interrupts his spiral, Thorne quickly latching onto the distraction.

"Sir, just wanted to inform you that the workday is over. Do you need anything more, or am I free to go?" His secretary says through the intercom.

"Ah…y-yes, you're free to go." He responds, throat all of the sudden feeling quite dry. Eyes returning to his terminal, he realized how much time he'd truly wasted.

A hand reached into a desk drawer, taking hold of a small bottle. From it, he takes two caffeine pills, popping them in and swallowing in one go.

As the energy rushes through his body, his mind doubles down on its focus. He still has work to do.

Primarily, further organization of recruitment to HAVEN through Pathline Inc. The company had retained its status as a trusted, Imperial backed, mid-size shipping conglomerate in the sector. Neither the largest nor the smallest, its nature as an easily forgettable background detail made it perfect for his uses.

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Jos Yiiwn
1.12 ABY
Minda

Jos stepped out from his balcony door and took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air. From where he was standing, he had a view of most of the neighborhood. Thousands of prefab apartment buildings stood tall, with construction visible on the edges of the neighborhood replacing the prefabs with proper buildings.

It was slow going, he knew, but it was worth it.

The sullustan made his way downstairs, taking the building's central turbolift, greeting neighbors all the way down. Many siblings from his warren-clan.

Of those, many were wearing a shipyard or other industrial uniform, which made sense given the reason many sullustans moved to Minda was for the industry.

From the apartment building, he made his way to the nearest train station. Walking down the steps to the underground station, he first made a quick stop at what was quickly becoming one of his favorite breakfast spots.

"Ah, Jos, nice to see ya! I thought you had today off?"

Standing at the counter was, of all people, a clone. BB, people called him, presumably because it was his nickname back during the Clone Wars. He had a proper name for legal documents, but never let any customers know it.

"Hey there BB. Yeah, today's an off day for me. I'm just going to the city center to cast my council vote."

"Makes sense. Honestly, I think Mandria is going to win. I mean, did you see that speech she gave last night?" Replied BB, already cooking up Jos's usual meal.

"Yeah, I caught it. Pretty good stuff, though I'm not sure about her stance on zoning laws. I get that the megabuildings have businesses inside them, it works there. But doing the same for normal neighborhoods? I'd rather keep them on the ground floor instead."

"Fair enough. I wouldn't mind, but then again I live in a megabuilding so it's the norm for me. Here you go, your usual." BB says, placing a platter before Jos.

The bowl of steaming hot noodles and meat, with a side of dipping bread was the most heavenly smell to him. He still wasn't entirely sure what the meal was made of, only that it was a style native to the Tula of Minda, using ingredients from Vylos.

Eventually, the meal was finished and Los was satisfied. Not long after, he got on the train, shooting off through underground tunnels to the voting center.

While on the train, he noticed multiple people watching the candidate videos from the night before. It helped that candidates only got to campaign on Imperial holo-sites, being given a set amount of equal time. No posters, advertisements or more. Just videos on individual topics, weekly debates, that kind of thing. If nothing else, it made choosing a candidate easier.

Finally, he made it to the voting center, and groaned in frustration. The place was packed, with lines stretching out the door. He knew the governor insisted on voting being done in person, to avoid slicers manipulating things, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.

Especially considering that normally, few people voted at all. It wasn't something most considered super important, since the Councilors usually didn't do much. Of course, the recent debates for the Councilor of Accordia brought up zoning laws and a lot else that people were concerned about.

And now it was packed. Joy.

Costs of living good, he supposed.

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Arven Bulbados
1.12 ABY
Jornudgir System

The muted roar of the Sentinels engines provided a steady hum throughout the landing craft. Arven focused on it, the sound keeping his mind steady.

A message flashed across his helmet's HUD, a final weapons check alert. Arven complied, despite having checked his weapon over two dozen times. He did it anyways, on reflex.

In his hands was a standard issue E-11M blaster rifle. Unlike a normal E-11, it had a few modifications. A larger power cell to hold more shots, a modified barrel for enhanced cooling, and a proper telescopic stock instead of that flimsy metal sheet the standard variant had.

Overall, it was a good weapon. One that he'd taken apart and put back together hundreds of times. One that he's checked thousands of times. He did it anyways.

Arven was, in a distant sense, proud of himself. He'd gone from PDF trooper from nowhere to Stormtrooper. If that wasn't something to celebrate, he didn't know what was.

But that didn't stop him from fearing. From doubting. The Stormtrooper program had been easier than expected, after all. Not easy, no, but easier. A step up from the PDF program, and certainly more difficult than what his buddies in the standard Army went through.

Yet, in the back of his skull he knew something was wrong. He'd heard that the number of Stormtroopers was increasing galaxy wide. The propaganda said it was an 'influx of patriots!' but was it? Or were standards dropping?

Did he deserve to wear the armor?

Another message on his HUD. They were landing. In sync with the other troopers, he stood, blaster at the ready.

His HUD was already connected to that of his squad, and his squad leader's callsign lit up as he spoke through the comm.

"Beta Squad, sound off!"

As they sounded off, Arven's eyes stared into the middle distance. Mind thinking to the battlefield ahead of him. He didn't hate the battlefield, not really. Though he certainly didn't like it either.

If he was to put a single word to it, it would be…overwhelming? Yet at the same time, boring. It wasn't something he could properly describe.

Then, the craft had landed. His feet were moving. He was outside.

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the hillside. Ahead he could see the objective, a bastion of scrap metal and prefab buildings. Ramshackle walls surrounded the place, while slapped together turrets fired at them.

Arven tracked the gaze of each turret, anticipating each firing arc, dodging accordingly, ensuring there was always a LECA between him and the gun emplacements.

The LECA's themselves advanced like a wall of death. Each equipped with a large, heavy durasteel shield that defended the troopers behind them, forcing the turrets focus on them.

Above them, TIE fighters and Mando strikecraft ripped apart pirate junkers, wreckage falling to the ground in flames. Thankfully far away enough that he didn't have to worry about shrapnel.

Eventually, the turrets were brought down, having killed none and only injuring a single trooper. The Arven and the others poured into the breached walls, LECA's already ahead of them, shoulder mounted blasters tearing apart all they could see.

As Arven took cover, he spotted the pirates shoring up their defenses, gathering in the central building. One whipped out an AT rocket, the explosion tearing the limb of a LECA. It seemed almost as though they were holding up for reinforcements.

It was then that the Mando's arrived. From another side of the complex, a dozen Mandalorians jetpacked over the walls, blasters firing every which way.

A part of Arven was entranced by their fighting. It was chaotic, messy, almost instinctive. They didn't fight as a single unit, but as a dozen masters who happened to be in the same place.

But the trance didn't last long as he snapped back into reality. His blaster fired one, twice, thrice, each shot finding its mark. With the pirates now facing two fronts, they'd gotten distracted, creating openings.

As the enemy retreated further into the building, Arven's squad gave chase. Here, his mind truly entered autopilot. His eyes scanned every crevice and corner, blaster quickly and methodically killing all he came across.

One pirate turned the corner swinging an axe of some kind. A primitive weapon. Arven tilted his head back, the weapon missing by half an inch as his blaster fired. Dead. Behind the pirate, two more tried to run.

Two more bolts were fired before he turned away from the room.

The Mandos had gotten into the building by then, their gleaming beskar protecting them from much harm. He watched as one refused to use any blaster, instead choosing to slaughter his way through the building with a sword nearly as tall as he was.

From there, the killing continued. The standard E-11 could hold 100 shots. The E-11M could hold 175. By the time the raid was concluded, Arven's shot counter read him in at 23 shots left.

This was unusual. Normally there weren't that many pirates.

By then, Arven was simply doing the rounds as instructed by his squad lead. Scanning individual rooms to ensure no stragglers were left alive.

It was then he came across another Mando. She stood in the center of what was once a bar of sorts, half a dozen corpses lying around her.

As she turned, he noticed her helmet was off, revealing her face. A pantoran woman, bright pink hair cut short to fit in her helmet.

"Ah, hey there! Sorry about the mess, they were just so rude, you see." She said, a small smirk spreading across her face.

"I'm Ritrati Wulvo, warrior of Clan Wulvo and RII Enforcer for Wulvo Tactical Solutions!"

A distant, quiet part of Arven's mind noted that she was fairly attractive. A much louder part of his mind pointed him at the moving shape in the corner.

In less than half a second, his body had turned, blaster up and blazing. A single shot was all it took. The pirate, who had played dead, was now truly dead, a blaster pistol falling to the floor.

Ritrati took one look at the pirate, then at Arven, and did something that he'd never seen anyone do before.

She squealed.

"That was an amazing shot! And you were so quick! How did you do it? Is Mytoan stormtrooper training just that good?"

She was up in his face now, a radiant smile gracing her features.

Arvens brain suddenly snapped forward, his logical mind reasserting himself after the chaos of battle. And the first thing that logical mind did was speak intelligently.

"H-huh?"

"I asked how you made that shot? Are you a Storm Commando?"

"N-no? I'm just a normal stormtrooper…"

She laughed at that. "No way! I've seen normal stormtroopers, and most are mediocre at best. The older ones are pretty good, but not very common."

"W-well, I…I'm pretty a-average, I think." He replied, suddenly very glad he was wearing a helmet. The blush on his face was atomic.

"You know what? I heard your ships getting a small break at the nearest port. How about you show me how you shoot then, huh?" She said, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

His posture went rigid, mind racing a million miles an hour despite not being able to conjure up a single coherent thought.

"...o-okay?"

"Great! Give me your contact info, and I'll message you!"

After some awkward fumbling, he did so.

And as Ritrati dragged him out of the compound, badgering him with questions, he couldn't help but feel as though his squadmates were laughing at him from behind their helmets.

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Yo. Decided to do an Interlude chapter. Just wanted to spit out some alt-POVs. Not as substantial as I would've liked, I was planning on having a 4th Jir POV but its late and I'm tired.

I thought I wouldn't have time for this, what with Crimson Desert and all. But for all that the game is incredible, suffers from JRPG-itus, meaning its got ten million mechanics and it takes the first 8 hours before the game actually finishes introducing them and actually opens up.

Still great. Wish they didn't charge $70 for the base game tho. Wild.

Let's see you grit those teeth.
-Freefaller

 

[readsalot]

And as Ritrati dragged him out of the compound, badgering him with questions, he couldn't help but feel as though his squadmates were laughing at him from behind their helmets.

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Good natured laughter from squadmates, hehehe
hot date acquired… well done trooper.

 

[Bev]

*Snort* Myndan Stormtroopers are a different breed. And this one might breed true as well.

 

[Blackmagic1]

"Great! Give me your contact info, and I'll message you!"

After some awkward fumbling, he did so.

And as Ritrati dragged him out of the compound, badgering him with questions, he couldn't help but feel as though his squadmates were laughing at him from behind their helmets.

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In a kinda funny sense i could see that sort of interaction between the new ST and the mandos as pretty regular and creating a kinda balanced culture to further bring in the mando mercs and the "mini empire" military to new heights and better long term stability.

 

[po-tay-toes]

god damnit i just finished reading the last one im supposed to be sleeping now