Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[Freefaller]

Governor's Gambit

Chp-1: Fuckin' Nepo-Baby's

"No, we will not be burning a quarter of the city to… "send a message"... as you put it".

"But if nothing is done then the protests will continue, Sir!

I resisted the ever-growing urges to sink my face into my hands and scream. Instead, I straightened my back, looked the Imperial Garrison's commander in the eye and told her that under no circumstances was she allowed to burn a quarter of the city just to stop protests.

Never before have I seen a grown woman pout.

After he was dismissed from his duties, I took the opportunity to stand up and walk over to the window at the end of my office. It overlooked the city that sprawled out before the Capitol Building my office sat at the top of, giving me quite the view.

The city itself was not very large, 40,000 people at most, and that was only because it was the capital of the planet. The building I was in was a 5 story building that functioned as both my home, office, and center of bureaucracy for both the city and the planet as a whole.

The view was one of the few things that calmed me down, the wonder of being able to see a sci-fi city with my own two eyes. When I woke up in this new body of mine, I had an understandable freakout. Thankfully, I had been alone in my office and the view out the window had been enough to calm me down.

My situation is thus. I have found myself reborn as the Imperial Governor of a minor planet by the name of Minda 3. This outer rim backwater was primarily an agricultural export, though there was little to export in the first place. As governor, I technically had control over the entire system, but Minda 3, out of the 4 planets in the system, was the only easily colonizable one here.

Make no mistake, this system is resource rich. The other livable planet, Minda 5, is chock full of trees and life, while the remaining planets are bound to have something worthwhile, not to mention the asteroid belts. However, Minda 5 is a jungle hellhole that would make Catachan look like the suburbs, making colonization near impossible without heavy duty equipment. Even then, the natives would not look kindly on any attempted invasion.

"But Las" I hear you pester "the other 2 planets would be perfect for strip mining". And you would be correct, little snotling, and Imperial mining operations here could gain quite a lot of material. However, the Empire being the bundle of incompetence that it is, won't allow it because of politics.

You see, there are 1,024 sectors of the Galactic Empire. Each sector is governed by a Moff. Each Moff is given a sector group of 24 ISD's and varying accompanying escort ships to patrol their sector, along with whatever they can scrounge up for themselves. The Minda system is situated in the Myto sector, which you may or may not recognize as the home of the Dubrillion system, where Lando Calrissian lived as the administrator of the planet Dubrillion.
Now, why is this important? Well, the Moff of the Myto sector also lives on Dubrillion, and spends all of his time in some nice penthouse, doing fuck all, giving all the easy jobs to nepotistic lackeys. This means that when the Minda system was initially colonized by Imperial efforts, it was to fulfil a quota. A 4 planet system, only one of which is easily colonizable, isn't the type of system to provide short-term benefits, and so it was overlooked.

I don't really mind all of this, to be honest. A fairly easy life, with decent luxury on a fairly idyllic planet, with enough money and a starship to escape if/when things go to shit. At least, that's what I thought until I had time to dig through the dearly departed governors memories.

Las Mola was a Coruscanti rich kid, and a disgrace. His mother, Commandant Jir Mola, had moved their family from Coruscant when Las was only 10 to Eriadu, homeworld of Grand Moff Tarkin, to become the Overseer of the Imperial Academy of Eriadu. Such a position was only possible due to her experience as one of Tarkin's more competent underlings.

Las was a rather pesky kid, and considering his mother's position he was a clear fit for the arrogant young master stereotype of wuxia fiction. He had been driven to this attitude as a result of his family.

His mothers prestigious position and achievements aside, all 3 of his older sisters had accomplished much. The oldest, Shal, was 30, and yet already the Captain of an ISD in the Abrion sector (where Scarif is), the second oldest, Zyx, was only 27, but was a decorated agent of Imperial Intelligence, and the youngest, Alvi, was an ace Tie pilot at 25.

Meanwhile, Las, lazy ass that he was, flunked out of the Eriadu Academy, and, not wanting to deal with her embarrassment of a son, Jir had him set up as the governor of the Minda system. While that seems like an honor, the state of the Minda system as an undeveloped, poor agricultural community meant that there was no prestige or advancement to be had, and it was in a forgotten and near barren sector of the galaxy where Las could not bring shame to the Mola name.

"Again", I hear your disgusting voice snort, "I don't see what's so bad about that, just don't cause a ruckus and you'll be fine". And you would be right, bloat-bag, but there's one detail I failed to mention. Mother dearest had tasked Las with making something of this backwater system in 2 years, else she would have him tossed into the meat-grinder that is the regular Imperial Infantry, sent to die on some shithole against some natives like that mess that happened on Mimban.

Of course, now that I'M Las Mola, that meant that by 0BBY I had to make Minda worth a damn, or at least not a complete shithole, or run the fuck away and hope that I can hack it in the wider galaxy.

As I'm reminiscing on the sorry state my life now is, I look down out of the window to see the protestors at the foot of the building.

According to Los's memories, the farmers were protesting over the increased taxes instituted onto them by Los upon his arrival. It had been an attempt to squeeze the people, and gain some cash to then escape with.

Not the worst plan, all things considered, except for the fact that Zyx is basically a super-spy, and would certainly find him in whatever hovel he hid in. That meant only one thing for me. One horrible thing.

I would have to actually do work.

Fuck.

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Hi there everyone, first time Fan-Fic author here. Always wanted to write sci-fi and the like, but now that I'm 3 years into college without ever having written shit I've started to realize that I have zero experience in fiction writing and should really put in the work.

I therefore decided to put this up, the type of fic I've always wanted to see, as a way to practice. I encourage all kinds of constructive criticism, including lore corrections and ideas on where to take the story

I'll also be cross-posting on QQ and SV under the same name.

And since I have college, expect weekly updates at best, with some interruptions for finals, big projects, and the like.

Thank you so much for reading!

-Freefaller

 

[bryanfran36]

Welcome to QQ!

 

[Sceonn]

The SI intentionally failing in order to not personally contribute to the tyranny of the Empire and his mother sending him out to the boonies in case he says something he shouldn't to someone he shouldn't could've been interesting.

 

[Sancus]

You presented his situation in a way that piqued my interest. I don't care about the galaxy let's have some planet building/slice of life!

 

[Aquario1313]

Good start. This type of Star Wars oc character is something I haven't seen before. Watched.

 

[Ironooster56]

Boy, oh boy this guy's in for a world of rage, ain't he? That amount of paperwork for the planet might give him gray hair, actually.

 

[KentyEG]

Hope he stays as an imperial good luck with the story.

 

[Tertius711]

Interesting concept, look forward to more.

 

[skaro]

Interesting.

I will try to gain spaceship and more droid when thing go south.

Maybe practice that martial art that give you power of the force.

 

[Grimmouse197]

Man 40,000 people for a capital is pretty tiny. Especially in Star wars where the upper tier of population is in the trillions

 

[carbon1923]

I hope he eventually goes independent. Because the Empire is fucking horrible. Not just morally, but because it's culture promotes and glorifies incompetence and inefficiency.
Then again, fascism never is a effect form of governance. Just look at the Nazis.

 

[Tertius711]

I hope he eventually goes independent. Because the Empire is fucking horrible. Not just morally, but because it's culture promotes and glorifies incompetence and inefficiency.
Then again, fascism never is a effect form of governance. Just look at the Nazis.

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He will have plenty of opportunity after Endor. Just needs to sit tight and not draw attention for a few years.

 

[Xx-noobslayer69-xX]

I hope he eventually goes independent. Because the Empire is fucking horrible. Not just morally, but because it's culture promotes and glorifies incompetence and inefficiency.
Then again, fascism never is a effect form of governance. Just look at the Nazis.

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Being independent sound pretty stupid atm with what he has. Maybe if he got promoted big time later on, but how's he gonna defend himself lol? He better just be the "I work here" guy.

Empire overthrown by Republic? "Hey boss, long live the Republic, always was a fan."
Republic overthrown by the 99th Sith Empire? "Hey boss, long live the Empire, I always remained an Imperial Loyalist at heart."

 

[Dantaliens]

I hope he eventually goes independent. Because the Empire is fucking horrible. Not just morally, but because it's culture promotes and glorifies incompetence and inefficiency.
Then again, fascism never is a effect form of governance. Just look at the Nazis.

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I mean looking back at it republic itself was inefficient and incompetent too not to mention the corruption and favorism to core( resulted in separtists ), nothing changed besides goverment changeing name and there no longer being jedi

 

[readsalot]

I would have to actually do work.

Fuck.

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To work is to Lose - by a certain 8Man



Watched.

 

[AllyDoodle]

Las: Frelling politics. Now I understand why choking is Lord Vader's favourite method of solving a problem.

 

[Phylonemios]

Let's automate bureaucracy so he can save money heh. Cue melt-down of the others nepo-babies.

Thank you for writing !

 

[Intothekillzone]

This looks awesome and is full of potential

 

[Bound Sandwich]

The SI intentionally failing in order to not personally contribute to the tyranny of the Empire and his mother sending him out to the boonies in case he says something he shouldn't to someone he shouldn't could've been interesting.

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I don't think it was a case of him intentionally failing. I think he was inserted a little into the reign of the governor because of the bottom quote.

don't really mind all of this, to be honest. A fairly easy life, with decent luxury on a fairly idyllic planet, with enough money and a starship to escape if/when things go to shit. At least, that's what I thought until I had time to dig through the dearly departed governors memories.

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[Freefaller]

Chp-2: I will Criminalize Paperwork

Looking down at the protesters, I pondered on my potential courses of action.

This bodies previous owner had already fucked the dog in regards to the people of Minda 3 with his absurdly high taxes, and therefore had ruined his(and by extension my) reputation before I had the chance to win some popularity.

Now, just reducing the taxes back wouldn't be enough, as people would remember me as the governor that hiked taxes, no matter what I do.

Stepping out of the elevator into the foyer of the building, my personal guard met me with a salute, the white plastoid armor of the troopers gleaming under the lights. These 10 Stormtroopers were some of the 225 that were assigned to Minda 3 as my personal guard/shock troops. More populated/advanced/rebellious planets usually get larger amounts of these elite shock-troops, but as a backwater, Minda got a single company of 225, on top of the 5 companies of regular troopers and the like.

Standing nearby, speaking to another officer was the Garrison Commander, Kraela Grant. Upon noticing me, she immediately saluted me.

When she was like this, she actually looked respectable. She was a tanned skinned blonde, with high cheekbones that gave her an air of authority, enhanced by her sharp green eyes and sharper military uniform. All of which is immediately ruined the moment she opens her mouth.

"Sir! The protesters grow more treacherous with every second! I request permission to suppress them with extreme prejudice!"

Her eyes now gleam with an unnerving bloodlust. I don't even think this is excessive loyalty to the Empire, I'm pretty sure she's just insane.

"Aren't you Alderaanian, Commander?"

"And?"

"...I was under the impression Alderaanian culture valued pacifism."

"It does."

I blinked. "Ah…understood…my answer is still no"

From there I turned away, avoiding her incoming puppy eyes, and made my way to the entrance of the building, my guards following close by.

"What's the plan, sir?" a trooper who's name I couldn't remember asked.

"I'm going to negotiate"

"That sounds dangerous, sir. Couldn't you send a planet-wide holo-message instead?"

"I could. But then they'd see me as a coward. That's bad for business."
"Business sir?"

"Yes. The business of living"

I exited the building, walked across the courtyard as the noise of the protestors got louder and louder, and made my way to one of the guard towers on the wall.

An army trooper, clad in the stark black of common imperial infantry, was on the wall, screaming at the crowd through some sort of voice amplification device.

I climbed up the tower, and snatched it from his hands.

I then proceeded to do what all politicians are practically born to do.

I spewed absolute bullshit.

"Good people of Minda 3! My name is Las Mola, your governor, and I'm here to speak to you regarding the recent changes!"

I was, predictably, met with screaming, anger, and general discontent. Thankfully, the one armored company I had came with some At-ST's. While I have made and will continued to make my dislike of the chicken walkers clear, their intimidate factor in this situation made certain that the protestors wouldn't start throwing rocks or thermal detonators my way.

"To clarify regarding the increased taxes! That was a mistake based on faulty information! I had been under the impression that Minda 3 had larger manufacturing capabilities! I apologize for this inconvenience, rest assured that taxes will return to their normal rates, and those responsible for the faulty info have been dealt with!"

Of course, this was not at all true. Las had pumped up taxes because of his own stupidity, then dropped the bag and left me to deal with it. I suppose in that sense, the one responsible has been dealt with, but telling the people here that I'm not at fault because I'm a reincarnator. That would just get me tossed in an asylum. Or shot. Or both. Probably both.
"To those who have already paid the increased tax, the difference will be sent back to you. To those who haven't, you are being given an extra week to pay. That is all."

Short, direct, with no grandstanding. I figure the more rough and tumble farming populace would be happier with that, rather than me going on and on.

With the tax problem out of the way for now, I headed back to my office. As much as I would like to lay down and never wake up, for better or worse(for sure worse) I ran a solar system, and had a sword of damocles hanging over my head. That means I have to do work. A lot of it.

As soon as I sat in my chair, I hit the intercom button and called my secretary. A blue skinned Twi'lek woman by the name of Darna Sabrir that Las had chosen for the position purely because of her looks. Thankfully, she's actually fairly competent at her job.

"How may I assist you, Governor?"

"Could you please compile a report for me on the population centers, major infrastructure, military forces, and general heavy equipment we have?"

"...Of course sir. Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you."

She was for sure surprised. Why else would she pause? I had just asked for paperwork. Paperwork! The one thing that the original Las and I share in common is our utter disdain for paperwork. God-awful stuff. Unfortunately I actually need a comprehensive list of Minda 3's population centers, infrastructure, military forces, and all heavy equipment we have if I'm to actually make something of this rat-shit ball of dirt.

You see, now that I've dealt with the taxes, I had to make this system profitable. To do that, my first thought was population. Planets are big, but with Minda 3 having what I can only assume is a small population, there's no way the full potential of the planet is being utilized. How many fields go unplanted? Forests not being razed to the ground? Wells of natural resources not being plundered? All because there aren't enough people?

These thoughts consume me for the next hour and a half, a million half baked ideas hastily typing these out onto my personal datapad. Everything from expanded farming to strip-mining to asteroid mining to mass deforestation. If I thought it might work, it went on the list.

That's when the terminal on my desk chimed, indicating that I had received a message. Opening it I found a fairly comprehensive list of all the things I asked for. While it was filled with quite a lot, the basics could be boiled down into this.

• Population: 200,000 - 40,000 in Accordia(Capital), 15,000 in Rolling Green's(Biggest farming city), 10,000 in Augir(Mining city), with the rest spread amongst small villages and farming towns, none reaching above 1,000.
• Military: 1 company of 200 StormTroopers(50 of which are my personal guard)+support personnel stationed in the capital. 35,000 assorted general troops and support personnel. 1 armored company of 232 personnel, with 10 medium tanks, 10 light tanks, 8 heavy tanks, 9 heavy weapons repulsor lifts, and 4 AT-ST. 2 squadrons of 12 Tie fighters each, 1 Arquitens light cruiser, and 5 cargo-oriented Gozanti Class cruisers.
• Infrastructure: the capital city stands at the center of a large plain on one of the 3 continents found on Minda 3, and the only populated continent. Stretching from the capital are a series of roads which connect with every nearby city of 500 residents or more. These towns then have rougher paths that connect to even smaller nearby towns and villages, creating a spider web like effect. Rolling Green's is located some 200 miles north of the capital, and also acts as a central node for the spiderweb roads, and is also home to the largest grain refinery on the planet. Augir, on the other hand, sits some 330 miles to the southwest, and also acts like a road node. It holds the majority of the mining equipment on the planet, but does not have an ore refinery.

Looking over this, I can tell that I have my work cut out for me. Relatively low population means expansion is difficult, and relocating people in the smaller villages and towns would likely be a mistake, considering the fact that this place seems to be inhabited by the types of folk who would kill for their land. It would also invite the wrong kind of reputation to befall me.

So, instead of looking towards the individuals, I looked towards the organizations.

• FieldTec Agricultural Concern: Largest company on the planet, owns 45% of the farms in Rolling Green's
• Minda Plains Union: Union consisting of a large portion of non-corporate farmers in Rolling Green's and other large farming towns and cities.
• YewCast: Largest of the few tech companies on Minda, they sell mostly home appliances to those living in the large cities, though they have been looking to expand.
• KhaganMotors: Only decently sized vehicle manufacturing industry, relies mostly on imported parts to make frankenstein farming vehicles and the like.
• Drillers United: Mining union that worked the mines of Augir and other mining towns.
• Finally, there are the many family owned businesses that dot the planet, be they small farming companies, transport companies, repair/mechanics, and many more.

With all this in mind, I started to concoct a plan.

I needed support. I needed people to like me. That means I have to start from the top.

Looking over what I had, I made a decision. After speaking to my secretary, I waited for a few minutes. Eventually, my holopad built into my desk lit up.
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Captain Ife Veer
Arquitens-Class Light Cruiser Gauntlet

Captain Ife Veer was bored.

This was an unfortunately common issue for her. Being assigned to Minda 3 had seemed like an opportunity for her. Sure, it's a backwater, but the outer rim is filled chock full of pirates, rebels, and other ne'er-do-wells that infest these savage reaches.

But here she is, bored out of her mind, bouncing a small rubber ball against the wall of her office onboard the Gauntlet, floating in geosynchronous orbit above Accordia. Stuck in a dead end position, never to see the glory of combat.

Suddenly, her intercom chimes, messing up her throw and sending the ball careening into her jaw.

Wincing, she answered, and was incredibly surprised to see the face of the Governor, Las Mola, on the holo. He was quite young, at only 21 years of age, sporting a mop of scraggly black hair hidden under his cap, and a youthful face with slightly rounded cheeks. His skin was very lightly tanned, and his eyes were a muddy brown. Of course, none of these colors came through on the holo, but they were dragged from the depths of her memories when he called.

"Captain"

She snapped off a quick salute. "Governor, sir. How can I be of service?"

He studied her with sharp eyes and more intelligence than she thought he was capable of.

"What scanning capabilities does the Gauntlet have?"

"...Decent, sir. Enough to cover any attempts to land on the capital continent, at the very least"

"What other capabilities?"

"Basic military scan capabilities include high-frequency scanning, so the Gauntlet is a step above most civilian ships"

"Could the Gauntlet scan for wrecks and debris?"

She paused for a minute, debating the question. Finally, she answered.

"Unless they are buried deep, it's possible."
His eyes seemed to shine.

"Good. I want full scans of the other major landmasses of Minda 3, along with scans of the other planets in the system. Once finished, report your findings back to me."

"Apologies for questioning your orders, sir, but that would leave the capital undefended!"

"Correct Captain. Thankfully, there's not much of worth here. Something I wish to rectify. So get to it." With that, he shut the holo off. Rude, but that was the last thing on Ife's mind.

Scanning for wreckage? Minda had always been a pass-through system at best, but it had been the site of some CIS and Republic sites and skirmishes. Any wreckage, while old, might still hold value.

Ife smiled, a terrifying thing. The governor finally seemed to be doing something interesting. She only hoped it might lead to some fun.

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Governor Las Mola
Capitol Building, Accordia

As I closed the holo call and moved onto my next set of actions, I shivered slightly. As if a great beast had just started to awaken.

Regardless, I put those thoughts, and their potential consequences aside, and prayed that they would never resurface.

After my bout of self-delusion, I made another call, this time to the leader of Drillers United.

The holo powered up, and there stood the visage of what I could only call a stereotype. A grizzled man with a large beard, wrinkles, and what could only the stains of dust and soot clinging to his uniform answered.

A gruff voice blared from the call.

"Governor. Whaddya want?"

The tone was disrespectful, but I think I can change that. Just can't show him that I'm legitimately intimidated. And through a holo-call? That would be embarrassing.

"President Kree, I have a business proposition for you."

"I don't take bribes"

Good. Not what I was saying, but good.

"I assure you, it's nothing of the sort. I was instead hoping to utilize your connections to
improve and expand Minda's mining industry, creating more jobs and expanding the economy. Do you happen to have any contacts in the asteroid mining business?"

"…I'm listening."

Fuck yeah.

Let's get this bread.

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Author's note: Hi there, its me, the author. Just wanted to say thanks to all the wonderful comments I've received, and how many have read the 1st chapter(1,020 on QQ!!!).

I, of course, continue to welcome any and all constructive criticism regarding my writing, Star Wars lore inconsistencies, and your thoughts on where the story is going/should go.

Thanks so much for reading!

-Freefaller

 

[Intothekillzone]

Thanks for the update!

 

[KonahrikYol]

watched. hope he's able to pull through the nepo-babby baggage of his "predecessor".

 

[Natelord28]

Interesting so far I'm excited to see how it goes

 

[Orangeduke38]

Fortunately, you are in Star Wars so offering technically skilled people from the Core worlds land and a job should attract some immigrants. Use the excuse of the recently dispersed protests to request DSD1 dwarf spider droids and some of the better variants of B1 to supplement your forces then reprogram them to be loyal to the Governor above all others. If he really wants to push it he can request a surplus Lucrehulk to act as a military command post/defensive fortification/secure storage to do this, potentially house a local training academy and free up his frigate to do other things. And he has a backup if he needs to run away.

 

[Crawl56]

If the MC keeps this up and survive long enough, then he be able to join the Imperial Remnant by Gilad Pellaeon.

 

[RedWard99]

Fortunately, you are in Star Wars so offering technically skilled people from the Core worlds land and a job should attract some immigrants. Use the excuse of the recently dispersed protests to request DSD1 dwarf spider droids and some of the better variants of B1 to supplement your forces then reprogram them to be loyal to the Governor above all others.

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I would think only the desperate, low-on-prospects or running-away types would take up such an offer in an outer rim world. Which should be plenty mind you, considering the population density of the Core, but they won't be the best.

 

[Orangeduke38]

I would think only the desperate, low-on-prospects or running-away types would take up such an offer in an outer rim world. Which should be plenty mind you, considering the population density of the Core, but they won't be the best.

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True but better something than nothing, just getting third tier equipment and personnel would give him a start. Those people are also likely to be more flexible.

 

[RedWard99]

True but better something than nothing, just getting third tier equipment and personnel would give him a start. Those people are also likely to be more flexible.

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No doubt! And hey, if they do get uppity even after he offered good opportunities on his system he does have an apparently bloodthirsty stormtrooper commander right there...

 

[Mr.Plainboard]

Nice story idea good job OP He could try to use a planet as a dump for the core and recycle anything of value or repairable to sell or use.

 

[Toad]

At the start of Chapter 1 you go from referring to the garrison commander as female to male

Edit: Also once or twice calling the MC Los instead of Las