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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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And others follow them, resulting in Minda being a hub of the new Imperial Remnant akin to Bastion in Legends. Then they decide to "HELP" by going out a stealing resources and facilities to prevent their capture by the New Republic, Las has his head in his hands when he finds out they outright stole a shipyard facilities capable of making or repairing Star Dreadnought or smaller vessels.
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Have an Omake to celebrate the end of an arc.
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Omake: Three Square Meals to a Counter Revolution
POV: In a blood splattered Imperial Communications Room, 4 ABY
Brrriii!
"Chobb's knob! There's nothing in here!"
This is an Emergency Holonet Communication to all Imperial Holdings!
"You said there'd be food, Movlek! The only reason we joined this lightfight is because you said the Imps were hoarding the food to replace us with mechanicals!"
Earlier this year the Emperor and several high ranking Imperials were killed by the Rebel Alliance in the Endor system earlier this year. I repeat, the Emperor is dead!
"And what do end up with from this "lum run"? A sand mine full of dead Imps and some flimsi saying food shipments and resupply haven't arrived for two months!"
Disruptions to regular Imperial shipments, bureaucracy, and communication are expected continue for the foreseeable future.
"Your reb friend fed us a flam, koochoo! Three days since you sent out that encrypted commo and nothing. We were always chopped convor liver for the Alliance!"
Communication with Dubrillion is currently unavailable due to ongoing civil unrest. As a result recovery efforts have relocated to the Mindan Recovery Committee.
"No we are not eating the Imps! It has been less than a force-forsaken week since the riots and things have gone poodoo. Don't you go calling me a tailhead! May spice salt your wounds!"
Please contact the given holonet frequencies for the relevant recovery requests such as: food assistance, resource shortages, peacekeeper dispatches…
"Eat it with that "I have spoken" nonsense you neurowashed old bat! Rebels ain't coming and the number-squinter says anymore futzing around will get us all kriffed! We don't have a farthier in this race! At least the Seccers fed us!"
…dearth of administrators, cargo ship appeals, military fleet reallocations, or military garrison requests.
"Gutkurr got your tongue, Movlek? Wouldn't have had to gut you like a Ghest if you weren't such a Blurrg in the mud. Three weeks and you were damaged goods over being a doggy for the rebs."
Remember, our duty as Imperials is to protect the lives of the Imperial citizens, and ensure the order of their daily lives continue.
"Right, scale-brain! Get a blaster and start blasting around, but don't hit anything important. Pirates raided us and the Imps died defending this piece of druk mining complex. That's the story, and if we are all flying the same vector they might just believe it."
The Empire is more than the Emperor. It is a duty, and a responsibility. Let us prove to the galaxy that we are worthy of being called an Imperial.
"Alright let's get that comm call up and running. Hope these Mindan folk keep to their promises, and let sleeping rancors lie."
Brrriii! This is an Emergency Holonet…
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Cross posted to SB and SV
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Omake: Three Square Meals to a Counter Revolution
POV: In a blood splattered Imperial Communications Room, 4 ABY
Brrriii!
"Chobb's knob! There's nothing in here!"
This is an Emergency Holonet Communication to all Imperial Holdings!
"You said there'd be food, Movlek! The only reason we joined this lightfight is because you said the Imps were hoarding the food to replace us with mechanicals!"
Earlier this year the Emperor and several high ranking Imperials were killed by the Rebel Alliance in the Endor system earlier this year. I repeat, the Emperor is dead!
"And what do end up with from this "lum run"? A sand mine full of dead Imps and some flimsi saying food shipments and resupply haven't arrived for two months!"
Disruptions to regular Imperial shipments, bureaucracy, and communication are expected continue for the foreseeable future.
"Your reb friend fed us a flam, koochoo! Three days since you sent out that encrypted commo and nothing. We were always chopped convor liver for the Alliance!"
Communication with Dubrillion is currently unavailable due to ongoing civil unrest. As a result recovery efforts have relocated to the Mindan Recovery Committee.
"No we are not eating the Imps! It has been less than a force-forsaken week since the riots and things have gone poodoo. Don't you go calling me a tailhead! May spice salt your wounds!"
Please contact the given holonet frequencies for the relevant recovery requests such as: food assistance, resource shortages, peacekeeper dispatches…
"Eat it with that "I have spoken" nonsense you neurowashed old bat! Rebels ain't coming and the number-squinter says anymore futzing around will get us all kriffed! We don't have a farthier in this race! At least the Seccers fed us!"
…dearth of administrators, cargo ship appeals, military fleet reallocations, or military garrison requests.
"Gutkurr got your tongue, Movlek? Wouldn't have had to gut you like a Ghest if you weren't such a Blurrg in the mud. Three weeks and you were damaged goods over being a doggy for the rebs."
Remember, our duty as Imperials is to protect the lives of the Imperial citizens, and ensure the order of their daily lives continue.
"Right, scale-brain! Get a blaster and start blasting around, but don't hit anything important. Pirates raided us and the Imps died defending this piece of druk mining complex. That's the story, and if we are all flying the same vector they might just believe it."
The Empire is more than the Emperor. It is a duty, and a responsibility. Let us prove to the galaxy that we are worthy of being called an Imperial.
"Alright let's get that comm call up and running. Hope these Mindan folk keep to their promises, and let sleeping rancors lie."
Brrriii! This is an Emergency Holonet…
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Cross posted to SB and SV
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Expanding things a little bit more, there's the old Star Wars: Journal series that has Luke's POV for the movie in, I believe, the first book of it that puts his viewing of the battle in orbit to Wedge dragging him to the post medal ceremony party as almost exactly 1 weeks time.
A lot of Sith that aren't running on paranoia mode tend to end up more normal individuals.
Hell, the Lost Tribe didn't self destruct and were, apparently, still around in the Legacy era during Legends and not a part of Krayt's band of crazies...
And pureblooded and others can be corrupted, the main thing is that their initial culture, even when the exiled Jedi arrived at the planet, stabilized things until the scouts found the place and the paranoia set in. They'd essentially just settled in and mixed with the locals when the Republic that they were kicked out of was showing up to repeat it due to the Republic being in, essentially, a manifest destiny period where if you didn't just join, they'd make you do it at blasterpoint.
The society they had was an odd mix of medieval europe and the stereotypical samurai type thing that became even more a big thing with the alchemic force swords that the combo of Sith and exile tech/alechemy perfected.
They saw striking first as the only potential way to have an outcome that didn't end up with disaster...especially since the wife of one of the higher Sith Lords was apparently a gifted seer and saw doom either way.
The Republic from that era was a mess anyway since you're in the same era where things like Pius Dei and similar shitshows were ongoing.
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"Nice thing you built, this Death Star, I just have a single question?"
"Yes your majesty?"
"Why there isn't a single railing in the entire station!"
"We could add those things for a small cost of 26 billion credits your excellence!"
"... I'll be careful around these Pits of Doom..."
I really enjoyed that Tales of SW comic ^^
Thrawn says clearly in his first trilogy that it was an attempt for him to rule the entire galaxy from the station, more of a vanity project ( and dread ) than a real useful thing... sith self destructive tendencies at its best.
Our plucky SI: "Couldn't the plot happen later? Or at least a bit slower? Please?"
XD
Chp-46: The Aftermath
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Chp-46: The Aftermath
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
These are the only thoughts that run through my mind as I sit in my office, staring off into the middle distance.
The Galactic Civil War was now officially on, in full force.
That's bad. Like, really bad. I was hoping to have disappeared by now, but here I am. Still on Minda. Still a Governor.
Fuck.
Myr'thos is sitting on the couch, chuckling to themselves as they no doubt feed off my misery. I'd respond with some snarky commentary, but I'm far too panicked to do that.
Mugwuffin nudges my cheek with her paw, and I snap out of my trance.
I immediately started organizing my orders. The first? Sneakily un-smudge the size of that Zersium vein, make it look like the original scans were glitched or something. I had the size smudged to keep attention off of me, but sooner or later the Second Death Star project would be started up, and durasteel would be in massive demand. Any source of the stuff needed to make it would be watched like a hawk.
Well, not really, but there would be far more attention, and getting caught defrauding the Empire would be really bad news.
The second order? Immediately slow down the rate of immigration. It had been going strong for a while to increase population, and therefore production. Now? I would have a bevy of problems, and bringing in more immigrants will give rebel agents more opportunities to infiltrate. Combined with the increased attention, that would be horribly bad for me.
On top of that, I called Oioro back on the line.
Before she could speak, I gave my order.
"Contact the CEC and Rendili reps, tell them that we'll pay them extra to finish all their current ship jobs in our berths no matter what. Get me a report on the Kuat subsidiary Rothana Heavy Engineering, especially any financial data. Have the main plaza in Accordia ready for a speech by tomorrow at midday, and my ship ready soon to leave, then find out where Grant is hiding and tell her to meet me back on Minda. Understood?"
I barely let her finish her assent before turning the line off, a million half-baked plans running through my mind.
CEC and Rendili were going to start feeling the hurt as the Empire starts to tighten its belt. Their yards will be pushed more to Imperial products, leaving little for Minda. I doubt they'll want to keep this contract since it'll end up costing them more.
Rothana is a future prospect. A subsidiary of Kuat, they produced the Acclamator so they have experience in shipbuilding. As the Empire starts ramping up, Kuat will be hard pressed to keep Rothana pumping, especially since I remember that by 4 ABY, the Empire had abandoned Rothana, and gave them no contracts. It would be a good way of getting skilled workers, technicians, and pre-existing designs in my pockets if I can acquire them later.
We might even be able to tow their shipyards in, piece by piece. Regardless, its acquisition would be a net positive if timed right. An outright purchase wasn't feasible at the moment, but as things got worse for them? KDY would likely be looking for the opportunity to drop some dead weight.
My hands start typing quickly, as I draft up a speech. Shit has gone down the drain, and the people will want me to say something.
I can't call it unjustified, cause that makes it look like I'm shitting on the Emperor. Can't say it was justified, cause then I'm shitting on everyone else.
Call it a mistake? A mistake that costs billions of lives is practically malice at that point.
Tarkin's mistake? He is dead, so he can't talk shit. Mommy dearest might take some offence but if she hasn't shown up now, she never will. It's not like Tarkin would've survived if Ol'Palpy got his hands on him.
As I frantically typed out this speech, writing and rewriting bits and pieces constantly, Myr'thos seemed somewhat amused.
"You rush so much, cretin. Does this battlestation worry you so? How…foolish." They chuckled as they said this.
"The Empire just lost. Big time. Like, major embarrassment. This means the Rebel Alliance is now public enemy number 1. That means more resources towards the military, stricter rules, etc…and all of that is bad. So I'm covering my bases, and hoping that when it all comes crashing down, I don't get crushed with it."
They snort. "Panicking. So weak."
"Isn't fear one of the emotions that drive Sith?"
Their amusement turns to anger. "Do you mean to call me a coward?"
It's my turn to snort. "I mean to call you a member of an order of Force users who built multiple empires that had its ruling class constantly killing each other to avoid being overthrown and was incapable of chilling out? Only a culture of fear creates something like that."
Their eyes narrow. "That is quite the impudent way to speak to a lord of the Sith. I am perfectly capable of 'chilling out', as you call it."
"Hah!" I can't help but laugh as my frantic typing continues. "You? A Sith Lord? Please. A Sith Lord would have enough esoteric knowledge to recover from your condition on your own."
"Cretin, you dare assume my position!?"
"Yup." I say, ignoring their growls. A ding appears on my terminal. "Looks like our shuttle is ready." Transferring all my data to my PDA, and initiating the factory reset on my terminal, I stand up. It was a security measure, to ensure nothing got leaked because whoever works next in that office doesn't get my data.
Minutes later, we're on our way to Minda. I'd missed my own room, so I would be happy to return.
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Han Solo
Home One
Sitting in the mess hall, slurping up some heated rations, Han was feeling odd. He was a hero, for all intents and purposes.
So why did he feel so bad?
The cause was clear as he looked over to his side. Luke, the kid, sat there with that PDA of his in his hands. He always had it on him, raved about its utility so much Chewie had ended up buying one.
Now the both of them raved about it. Lunatics.
Still, Luke was uncharacteristically quiet. His face cast with a solemn shadow, his fingers lethargically tapping away at the controls, his food untouched and cooling. Not the upbeat farmboy on an adventure that he had gotten to know those past few days.
"Hey kid…" He started, not sure how to start a conversation like this. Comforting someone? That's way outside his field of expertise. Instead, he decided on a more familiar one.
"…wanna learn how to play sabacc?" He said as he pulled out his deck. Always good to keep one on you. It was even his good deck, not the one he used to cheat!
"Already know." Mumbled Luke, clearly out of it.
"Betcha don't know how to play Corellian Spike though, right? The difference is it ain't got those trick cards like the Idiot so-"
"I'm fine, Han, thank you." Luke shut it down quickly, and Han sighed. Chewie groaned out in concern, and Han translated.
"Chewie wants to know what's wrong, kid."
Luke sighed, a bone deep sound that should never come from someone this young.
"I felt them." He said simply.
"What?"
"The Death Star. I felt them. After I destroyed it, I could feel their screams. Millions of people were there, Han, and I killed them…" He didn't raise his voice, but the pain was evident.
"And the worst part?" Luke looked him in the eyes, and Han had to fight the urge to look away, cause those eyes looked haunted.
"I don't regret it. It was a military target. Akbar explained it to me. In war, it's a fair shot. A shot I took. A shot only I could take."
He looked so vulnerable, a stark reminder that no matter the Force powers, or the deadly glow sticks, or the stellar piloting, this is a kid. A barely 19 year old kid who's biggest dream was to go be an engineer on Minda, design spaceships and build wonders. A kid who worked at a spaceport, a kid who he taught how to play Dejarik.
Han sighed. This was not his kind of moment. Vulnerability? Emotional maturity? Foreign concepts. Still, he had to do something.
So, he reached over, and gave Luke an awkward pat on the back.
"Life's tough kid. And sometimes…sometimes you gotta make the tough choices. You won't always like it, boy do I know that. But…if you don't do it, someone else will for you. It's a testament to our freedom that we can make these choices at all."
Vaguely positive life advice administered, he stood up, shaking the lethargy from his bones.
"Now, the good admiral wanted to see me, so I've got to be going now. Chewie? Take care of the kid, would ya?"
Chewie yowled his assent, and Han started the trek to the bridge.
Whatever job he had lined up, it was a sight better than that mess.
He could only hope the kid figured it out.
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Hi there folks! Yup, I'm back. After a dozen or so chapters of Mercenaries Guide, I realized I didn't particularly like being restrained to one story. So, from now on, I'll be running a more on-off schedule of updates. They may not be as regular as they used to be, but it'll let me write what I want to write without burning myself out on any one story.
As always, feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
These are the only thoughts that run through my mind as I sit in my office, staring off into the middle distance.
The Galactic Civil War was now officially on, in full force.
That's bad. Like, really bad. I was hoping to have disappeared by now, but here I am. Still on Minda. Still a Governor.
Fuck.
Myr'thos is sitting on the couch, chuckling to themselves as they no doubt feed off my misery. I'd respond with some snarky commentary, but I'm far too panicked to do that.
Mugwuffin nudges my cheek with her paw, and I snap out of my trance.
I immediately started organizing my orders. The first? Sneakily un-smudge the size of that Zersium vein, make it look like the original scans were glitched or something. I had the size smudged to keep attention off of me, but sooner or later the Second Death Star project would be started up, and durasteel would be in massive demand. Any source of the stuff needed to make it would be watched like a hawk.
Well, not really, but there would be far more attention, and getting caught defrauding the Empire would be really bad news.
The second order? Immediately slow down the rate of immigration. It had been going strong for a while to increase population, and therefore production. Now? I would have a bevy of problems, and bringing in more immigrants will give rebel agents more opportunities to infiltrate. Combined with the increased attention, that would be horribly bad for me.
On top of that, I called Oioro back on the line.
Before she could speak, I gave my order.
"Contact the CEC and Rendili reps, tell them that we'll pay them extra to finish all their current ship jobs in our berths no matter what. Get me a report on the Kuat subsidiary Rothana Heavy Engineering, especially any financial data. Have the main plaza in Accordia ready for a speech by tomorrow at midday, and my ship ready soon to leave, then find out where Grant is hiding and tell her to meet me back on Minda. Understood?"
I barely let her finish her assent before turning the line off, a million half-baked plans running through my mind.
CEC and Rendili were going to start feeling the hurt as the Empire starts to tighten its belt. Their yards will be pushed more to Imperial products, leaving little for Minda. I doubt they'll want to keep this contract since it'll end up costing them more.
Rothana is a future prospect. A subsidiary of Kuat, they produced the Acclamator so they have experience in shipbuilding. As the Empire starts ramping up, Kuat will be hard pressed to keep Rothana pumping, especially since I remember that by 4 ABY, the Empire had abandoned Rothana, and gave them no contracts. It would be a good way of getting skilled workers, technicians, and pre-existing designs in my pockets if I can acquire them later.
We might even be able to tow their shipyards in, piece by piece. Regardless, its acquisition would be a net positive if timed right. An outright purchase wasn't feasible at the moment, but as things got worse for them? KDY would likely be looking for the opportunity to drop some dead weight.
My hands start typing quickly, as I draft up a speech. Shit has gone down the drain, and the people will want me to say something.
I can't call it unjustified, cause that makes it look like I'm shitting on the Emperor. Can't say it was justified, cause then I'm shitting on everyone else.
Call it a mistake? A mistake that costs billions of lives is practically malice at that point.
Tarkin's mistake? He is dead, so he can't talk shit. Mommy dearest might take some offence but if she hasn't shown up now, she never will. It's not like Tarkin would've survived if Ol'Palpy got his hands on him.
As I frantically typed out this speech, writing and rewriting bits and pieces constantly, Myr'thos seemed somewhat amused.
"You rush so much, cretin. Does this battlestation worry you so? How…foolish." They chuckled as they said this.
"The Empire just lost. Big time. Like, major embarrassment. This means the Rebel Alliance is now public enemy number 1. That means more resources towards the military, stricter rules, etc…and all of that is bad. So I'm covering my bases, and hoping that when it all comes crashing down, I don't get crushed with it."
They snort. "Panicking. So weak."
"Isn't fear one of the emotions that drive Sith?"
Their amusement turns to anger. "Do you mean to call me a coward?"
It's my turn to snort. "I mean to call you a member of an order of Force users who built multiple empires that had its ruling class constantly killing each other to avoid being overthrown and was incapable of chilling out? Only a culture of fear creates something like that."
Their eyes narrow. "That is quite the impudent way to speak to a lord of the Sith. I am perfectly capable of 'chilling out', as you call it."
"Hah!" I can't help but laugh as my frantic typing continues. "You? A Sith Lord? Please. A Sith Lord would have enough esoteric knowledge to recover from your condition on your own."
"Cretin, you dare assume my position!?"
"Yup." I say, ignoring their growls. A ding appears on my terminal. "Looks like our shuttle is ready." Transferring all my data to my PDA, and initiating the factory reset on my terminal, I stand up. It was a security measure, to ensure nothing got leaked because whoever works next in that office doesn't get my data.
Minutes later, we're on our way to Minda. I'd missed my own room, so I would be happy to return.
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Han Solo
Home One
Sitting in the mess hall, slurping up some heated rations, Han was feeling odd. He was a hero, for all intents and purposes.
So why did he feel so bad?
The cause was clear as he looked over to his side. Luke, the kid, sat there with that PDA of his in his hands. He always had it on him, raved about its utility so much Chewie had ended up buying one.
Now the both of them raved about it. Lunatics.
Still, Luke was uncharacteristically quiet. His face cast with a solemn shadow, his fingers lethargically tapping away at the controls, his food untouched and cooling. Not the upbeat farmboy on an adventure that he had gotten to know those past few days.
"Hey kid…" He started, not sure how to start a conversation like this. Comforting someone? That's way outside his field of expertise. Instead, he decided on a more familiar one.
"…wanna learn how to play sabacc?" He said as he pulled out his deck. Always good to keep one on you. It was even his good deck, not the one he used to cheat!
"Already know." Mumbled Luke, clearly out of it.
"Betcha don't know how to play Corellian Spike though, right? The difference is it ain't got those trick cards like the Idiot so-"
"I'm fine, Han, thank you." Luke shut it down quickly, and Han sighed. Chewie groaned out in concern, and Han translated.
"Chewie wants to know what's wrong, kid."
Luke sighed, a bone deep sound that should never come from someone this young.
"I felt them." He said simply.
"What?"
"The Death Star. I felt them. After I destroyed it, I could feel their screams. Millions of people were there, Han, and I killed them…" He didn't raise his voice, but the pain was evident.
"And the worst part?" Luke looked him in the eyes, and Han had to fight the urge to look away, cause those eyes looked haunted.
"I don't regret it. It was a military target. Akbar explained it to me. In war, it's a fair shot. A shot I took. A shot only I could take."
He looked so vulnerable, a stark reminder that no matter the Force powers, or the deadly glow sticks, or the stellar piloting, this is a kid. A barely 19 year old kid who's biggest dream was to go be an engineer on Minda, design spaceships and build wonders. A kid who worked at a spaceport, a kid who he taught how to play Dejarik.
Han sighed. This was not his kind of moment. Vulnerability? Emotional maturity? Foreign concepts. Still, he had to do something.
So, he reached over, and gave Luke an awkward pat on the back.
"Life's tough kid. And sometimes…sometimes you gotta make the tough choices. You won't always like it, boy do I know that. But…if you don't do it, someone else will for you. It's a testament to our freedom that we can make these choices at all."
Vaguely positive life advice administered, he stood up, shaking the lethargy from his bones.
"Now, the good admiral wanted to see me, so I've got to be going now. Chewie? Take care of the kid, would ya?"
Chewie yowled his assent, and Han started the trek to the bridge.
Whatever job he had lined up, it was a sight better than that mess.
He could only hope the kid figured it out.
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Hi there folks! Yup, I'm back. After a dozen or so chapters of Mercenaries Guide, I realized I didn't particularly like being restrained to one story. So, from now on, I'll be running a more on-off schedule of updates. They may not be as regular as they used to be, but it'll let me write what I want to write without burning myself out on any one story.
As always, feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Tiberius3696
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday....
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Honestly I hope he doesn't defect to the Rebellion
Arrowthorne
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And we are so back.
The scene with Luke was a nice touch since we never saw what he felt after the DS1 destruction.
and we getting a speach? I assume its gonna be like the one in the Omake over on SB? Or has it been copied over to qq yet?
The scene with Luke was a nice touch since we never saw what he felt after the DS1 destruction.
and we getting a speach? I assume its gonna be like the one in the Omake over on SB? Or has it been copied over to qq yet?
sxeron10
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He wouldn't.
But, what I do hope is that he becomes a reformist; one that knows that despite the evilness of the Empire, there are a lot of good people on it and when the time comes, he'd want to help the genuine good guys of the Empire.
Not just the Rebels nor the upcoming New Republic.
Natelord28
Know what you're doing yet?
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can't wait to see Mama Bear droppingg by
Kappsa
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honestly he could probably swing a pretty decent independent state when the warlord era starts up purely by agreeing to peace and trade with the rebels due to being morally palatable to them
SomeCool_HonourableKnight
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Hey look the space cat magic has return. Also Sith sorcerer are the one that use Fear and Despair. Sith Warrior use Anger and Hatred
AldariSiradla
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We are now officially at EMPIRE AT WAR levels of "oh shit!"
Force help you, Governor.
You have little time and a lot to do.
Securing those designs.
Bringing in skilled people.
Guarding your borders.
And ensuring prosperity for your people.
You really have your work cut out for you now.
Force help you, Governor.
You have little time and a lot to do.
Securing those designs.
Bringing in skilled people.
Guarding your borders.
And ensuring prosperity for your people.
You really have your work cut out for you now.
Orphiex
Wombat aficionado
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Sold! Write what makes you happy, man.
Glad to see that Luke still ended up joining the Rebellion in this continuity. Wonder if he's going to head over to Minda for some therapeutic R&R? If Mola finds out that the Chosen One is nosing around his turf, he's going to have a heart attack.
Glad to see that Luke still ended up joining the Rebellion in this continuity. Wonder if he's going to head over to Minda for some therapeutic R&R? If Mola finds out that the Chosen One is nosing around his turf, he's going to have a heart attack.
Zoolimar
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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He literally can't with Thrawn investments in Minda and his agents keeping tabs on our dear Governor.
Aeroeng
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If she survived.
sternrider1582
Your first time is always over so quickly, isn't it?
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Freefaller just let me suck it bro, come on
ChaosSlimeKing
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Peak has returned, WITH A VENGEANCE!! So happy to see what happens in the aftermath of the destruction of the first Death Star. Things are about to get crazy! TFTC
Nickjr104
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i kind of hope that while he doesn't completely defect or join the NR when the civil war ends, he does weather intentional or by accident manages to support the rebellion. it would centrally be funny if some of the ships on the occasional shipping routes to and from minda get "lost" and the rebels find them. with some rebel command thinking its intentional just due to how often it keeps happening. so by the time the rebels force their peace treaty a great many of them are winking at Las for his help in ending the civil war if he ends up being one of the few imperial leaders at the signing.
MorbiIIionaire
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Great characterization of Luke here, while I don't know much about extended lore like from the books. Very kind hearted but with a strong will. Han should get him a rubber ball to cheer him up!
AHHGKS
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Huh, Las might be able to get his Sith to /find/ the Katana fleet. Or potentially get Luke / any other Jedi survivor(s) who finds his/her/their to Minda. Never know, but, there are *some* Jedi survivors still out there. If I remember correctly, they'd be quietly hiding and training.
TftC!
TftC!
Roaming_Guardian
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Yeah at this point defection is impossible. He'd get stomped.
The absolute earliest he could get away with independence for his holdings is the chaos of post-Endor.
The absolute earliest he could get away with independence for his holdings is the chaos of post-Endor.
Vanbers
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The main issue with potentially joining the rebels, or worse, the New Republic, is that they refused to solve literally any of the problems that led to people welcoming the Empire with open arms.
So having him go Reformist and try to work with the more 'good' members of the Empire to build something better would be far better imo. Or even just going Warlord and accidentallying his way into ending up a faction leader despite his constant attempts to fail.
So having him go Reformist and try to work with the more 'good' members of the Empire to build something better would be far better imo. Or even just going Warlord and accidentallying his way into ending up a faction leader despite his constant attempts to fail.