Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[Orangeduke38]

So we're talking a dozen members max if that is a light freighter? Maybe more if it is a bigger one. Hopefully we can catch them all at once. Trying to hunt them down if they scatter sounds like a pain.

At least that means the damage they can do in space is minimal. Without the blessing of the Force, an armed freighter and maybe a fighter or two would be hard pressed to be a system level threat.

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Not necessarily, it could be a substantial ship with a crew of a couple hundred a half a squadron of fighters.

 

[paxus22]

to be honest a light freighter could have a few dozen men .
it just depends how long the travel is from the staging point.
cause if you have like 4-10 crew station /4-10 beds /10 seats in a rec room/ 10seat in a canteen and maybe room for 30 more to sleep on floor.
i can see 20-30 max for a SHORT trip to/from staging ground -- could cram in like sardines 60-100.

all depends on the ship and the distance , dont want the team going stir crazy as sardines .

 

[Roaming_Guardian]

Let's just hope that the yards can handle a 20% mark down and still turn a profit. That's a huge discount.

 

[paxus22]

the increase from trade due to reduced pirate activity may just balance it out.

so think of the discount as a investment into regional security/stability

 

[Yacov]

the increase from trade due to reduced pirate activity may just balance it out.

so think of the discount as a investment into regional security/stability

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There is also maintenance contracts. Any Moff who buys from the Myto shipyards basically turns one or more of their berths into a money printing machine for minimal cost as long as those ship stays in service. Not like there are that many nearby alternatives around.

Wouldn't want a berth being unavailable when those ships get roughed up would you? Better rent out the entire berth on a renewing basis just in case. What are you going to do, try to strongarm the shipyard? Take it up with the other dozen Moffs who have a contract with Las.

 

[Yacov]

Omake: Bloaties on Deck

POV: Corporal Jed Bredge, Smuggler's End FarStar CR90f Mess Hall, Minda System, 0ABY.

"So I look at the smuggler lying on the ground and ask: "how's your ventilation system doing?""

Jed always liked being able to hang around with other Bloaties. The rest of the ATR—6 boarding crew were nice, but his profession always felt like it created a fence between them. Maybe it was the smell. They wouldn't last a day shoveling Shaak manure.

"Course he couldn't respond due to coughing on the gas and blinking tears. So I said: "apparently it could use some work. Better get that checked next time." Then I jammed my stun baton into him."

It was obvious the others felt the same way. So whenever a larger ship gathered the smaller patrol vessels for a supply distribution, all of us would get together in the mess hall and swap stories. Jed liked all the whistle work songs everyone came up with.

"Alright, who scared the most crew members on the way to the mess hall by whistling?"

Still, Jed wouldn't trade this job for 200 acres. He had been nervous when he made the decision to go to the recruiter and defend his home. However Brother Dak was the one who was going to inherit the family farm, so Jed had to find his own way.

"Hey get off! That's my dessert cube! Want me to stick a nozzle down your throat?"

Jed still recalls his surprise when they put him on the "experimental soldier track". He didn't even that PDFs had experimental soldiers. Pretty soon they were shooting him into space and putting him through his paces.

"What? I am a big eater. We all got to kept our strength up lugging our sprayers around."

The trainers gave him this fancy and shiny backpack fogger sprayer. It was little less heavy than that time Violet was with child and Jed had to carry her to the Shaak doctor several miles into town. Then they gave him a suit of power and carrying it around got even easier.

"Please. We all know it is the power armor doing most of the heavy lifting for you."

The sprayer worked like the old 3WF-3 Field Queen back at the farm. Then they told Jed it was a Field Queen underneath the shiny metal. They just added a more powerful motor and put a bigger tank with a new liquid. Made learning to do the fixings on it and mixing the chems a breeze. Apparently the gas spray was meant to for herding sentients and making them "com-pliant".

"My favorite part is watching them running around in a panic once they see the gas. It's not fire, but it works."

At least Jed wasn't part of the group that tried to use agricultural flamers. Those guys never even got deployed due to a lack of nonlethal options from sucking out all the air. Plus the fuel tanks would explode when hit with blaster fire. He'll stick to his non-exploding herding spray thank you every much.

"So who won the Smallest Ship You Had to Cram Into Award this month? Mine was a Rigger."

Jed's job these days was to help clear out bad ships after the bigger ships in the fleet make them stop moving. Most of the ships his team boarded were smaller than the family barn. He tended to not even use half his tank before the crew either gave up or he filled the whole ship.

"That's nothing. Who won in the Ship You Thought Was Going to Explode on You category? I swear that Stock Freighter I breached worked more as a museum piece than a smuggling ship with the amount of rust it had."

It was rare for someone to shoot at Jed, given he could just stay behind cover while doing his job. There were times when he didn't even have to set foot on the disabled ship. He could sit back at the insertion point and pump gas. Most of the life support in small ships around these parts were either too weak or too poorly maintained to filter it out once it started spreading.

"Shame we don't actually get to swing with those suits of ours, but I guess that's what the rest of the breach time is for."

Course there were times where Jed had to go aboard. Like when the "non-com-pliants" seal themselves off in a compartment and they brought Jed to fill it up. He always made sure to take out the fancy cattle prod they gave him, not that he had to use it in anger yet.

"Our herd does sacred horticultural work. Choking out the weeds and vermin that would despoil the Mother Minda's lush fields."

Heck, plenty of folk just drop their weapons when they see Jed round the corner whistling and prepping to spray. Guess they were really scared of coughing and crying. Still wasn't as good at that stuff as Traal. Maybe the Ithorian was just better with words than Jed.

"Hey Jed, you haven't spoken up. Got any stories to share with us?"

Still, Jed was happy with how things were going. He got fed big meals three times a day. The pay was enough for his whittling hobby and extra to send back to the farm. There was even a cute girl at the station cantina that Jed had his eye on impressing.

"Yeah big guy. We all want to hear what you got up to since we all last got together."

Let the big ships and elite forces handle the bigger stuff. Jed will be here, keeping the little Shaak Rustlers and Trandoshan Oil Salespeople of the galaxy out of Minda's fields of black.

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So the prompt for this one was wondering how Mindan fleet deals with all those small vessels filled with hostile smugglers, pirates, and noncompliant civilians once the system patrol ships disable them. The result was the least favorite Imperial troop among the Myto Sector Spacer Community: the MSDF Gas Marine. Turns out Palpatine lifted a lot of weapons restrictions when turning the Imperial Military into an army of terror.

Crossposted on SB and SV

 

[Vengeful-Astartes]

I would prefer you to finish this fic before starting another.

 

[Vengeful-Astartes]

Sadness and disapointment. This fic has so much going for it.

he is in a prime position to start expanding his power base and forming his own fiefdom, for his own proctection of course.

 

[Rustic]

Chp-54: Spy's and Tie's

Thanks for the update. Having seen the video for doom. I have to say i really am appreciative that you squeezed out a mini chapter. That game looks addictive.

That and Doom: The Dark Ages has consumed me. Shits peak fiction frfr.

I was hoping this was a new story that you were recommending me

Feedback and commentary appreciated.

-Thanks for reading!

Thanks for writing.
All right for feed back. Honestly i would like a good solid chapter of what los is doing after the shipyards arrive. A bit of a time skip. Also any other updates within the two systems he controls.
Maybe touch back on some soldiers who went through local planetary defense course training. There equipment. You really have not touched on the ground pounders and there training. Other than your angry commander who lost her home planet.

Just how good is the ground pounders training? how good is the combat arms of the clerks? Are they basically civilians with a uniform? I bet with as much as the governor pas investing. I believe the clerks and admins dont relax at all and still maintian weekly training at the ranges.
Commentary, got nothing on this chapter except thanks for continuing to write.

 

[Ethertank]

You know I just had a thought if this story was "canon" what do you think the reaction to it would be from an outside prospective?