Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

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Omake: You Came to the Wrong Neighborhood

POV: Sly, Imperial Data Center U-825, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire, 1ABY

Sly kept her eyes forward as they walked down the hall. The Imperial military uniforms they stole always fit just wrong for Balosars like her. Especially the hats, but it was needed for the job. This payout better be worth it.

"Just to the right down that way will be the terminal we need. There's no one in our path I can sense."

Conno proved more than just a pretty face during these past few jobs. The Gotal could navigate Imperial facilities like the back of his hand. She didn't even have to hijack the camera feeds with him around. Sly would take navigating a network over staring at these bland walls trying to find her way around.

"Alright there's the door. Conno, use the retina pattern Dat got us."

Bringing up his Retinal Implant to the panel, the simulated eye brought a beep and a green light from the door's scanner. Soon the two of them were in the terminal room and Sly was taking out her electronics lock breaker to open the cage to the terminal.

The cage wasn't on the blueprints Dat provided, but they were half a decade old anyway. It makes sense for the new governor to approve some cheap upgrades to the infrastructure to look good on the reports. The lock didn't stand the chance and they were in.

"Alright. Give me about five minutes and I will have the location for every MPL-57 shipment in this system."

The mention of their target brought a smile to Sly's face. Every crew, cartel, and syndicate needed extra firepower. This data is going to let whomever they sell it to have the easy pickings to upping their boom factor. Rolling back her sleeve, she injected some Longsight then got to work.

Two minutes in and her DataSearch Engine 9C still hadn't found the files they needed despite the power condenser running hot. The amount of what was essentially junk files was staggering. Who would want to keep track of the amount of Agamarian soybeans shipped into Edinspire on a daily basis? Conno's head snapping up broke Sly from her musings.

"Cones up. Looks like two Imps are heading our way."

Not good. Sifting through all this dross data was going to take longer than she thought. Having to mulch all these useless scandocs was taking too much time. Frustration and mental strain forced her to snap at her teammate.

"Well you're the con artist. Get out there and charm us up some more time!"

Conno nodded before stomping his way out of the door. She would have to face the consequences for that later. Turning back to the terminal, Sly felt a rock start forming in her gut.

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POV: Conno, Imperial Data Center U-825 hallway

Shaking his cones, Conno took a deep breath to compose himself before the Imps rounded the corner. This would be easy. Edin was as lax as any Imperial controlled system could be. Just another gig being used as a sacrificial bantha for his teammates' screw ups.

"Showtime Conno. Time to play the part of a confused alien in need of some human guidance. Get bullied for a bit, take a hit if you need to, get them to move on, get the score, and then spend a nice weekend on the sweetblossom."

At least he was getting paid to take the Imps' abuse unlike the average citizen. All that talk about tolerance and lenient rule only translated to the Imps here being lazy. Letting species that weren't human work in Imperial facilities just means they were an easier mark than the last few places. People like him could wander around in uniform and no one would be any the wiser.

"You there, what are you doing on this level?"

Conno intentionally fumbled getting out one the forged identichips while doing his best to appear meek in the face of his "superiors". Dat assured them that the credentials provided them for the job were durasteel clad. Apparently they were sourced from an Imp that used to work here before the new governor took over. Conno bleated out a shaky response with well hidden confidence.

"P-please have mercy officer. This one was hired as a technician last month. I received orders to come here."

The Imperial officer met his response with a raised eyebrow and some confusion. Just as planned. Imperials loved groveling underlings. The ego of this officer was probably as big as that droid's head behind her.

"And what were those orders, exactly?"

Time to use what was around him. The best lies have some fragment of the truth mixed in after all. Luckily their breaking into the terminal room provided ample material to work with.

"The door to the terminal down the hall has been acting up. Giving off signals it should not. It will still take some time before it is fit to be in your presence."

A bemused smirk told Conno that his explanation was successful. These stupid Imperials. All it takes is showing your belly and they buy anyt-

Conno didn't even sense the fist until it connected with the side of his head.

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POV: Sly, Imperial Data Center U-825 Data Archive

This job was getting more aggravating by the second. It was like they built this network to be a pain to navigate. Even the encrypted stuff Sly managed to break into looked like complete nonsense.

"C'mon, how many files about medical supplies can one system have? And what's all this talk about some kind of web?"

There is no way a A9G-Series data storage unit could handle this much data. The whole network would be lagging from the thing trying to kee…

"Wait. The network is running smooth. This isn't an A9G. Frak!"

The Patch Sly had installed gave a chirpy sound as it was shorted out. Klaxons began to ring out as the terminal took on a crimson hue. This response speed could only mean one thing.

"This was supposed to be minor facility! Why is there a team of EI-9 network security droids guarding this place!?"

This job is a botch. She needs to contact Conno before things ge-

The only warning Sly got about a hostile being in the room was when the jolts ran through her body.

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POV: Dat, Dingy Safehouse, Edin system, Highreach, Edinspire, 1ABY

Dat was sitting in his chair breathing in some wonderful Honeyblossom scented methane. The last few jobs had been lucrative so he had splurged. A little reward for what was shaping up to be a very productive year.

"Just have to wait for the latest haul by the pair and then it will be time for some upgrades."

The Morseerian's current set of data forging equipment had served them well enough. The minor Imperial bases and criminal networks they had infiltrated didn't need the most robust of covers. However there was room for improvement.

"Good enough for small bases. Imps and thugs there are only in it for the pay."

They'd need to step up their game if they wanted to hit more heavily defended targets. Dat had a line with an outlaw tech who could hook them up. They mainly did starships, and enough credits could have them boost his mobile data workshop.

"Same old hustle, just different systems, eh Ingram?"

Learn the latest political power play. Track down a flimsipusher who lost the power play. Listen and nod to their sob story about how losing their position means they can no longer pay the debts at the dens they frequent and now they need to skip town. Then milk them for all the credentials from their old workplace in exchange for a new identity. The fact this has become routine for Dat really shows the moral state of the galaxy.

"Yes everything is coming up Pure Saabac for people like us."

Just as the words left Dat's mouth, a rolling sound echoed through the room. At first he thought a piece of kit had fallen off his work desk. However, the bright flash disproved that theory.

The Breath Mask that had been filling Dat's lungs started malfunctioning. This caused him to gasp and cough as his airflow was sudden disrupted. Ingram, his trusty IG-RM bodyguard and enforcer droid, fell to the ground with a thud. The removal of his loyal protector sent Dat's instincts into overdrive.

Dat scrambled to catch something resembling a breath. He grabbed and swung around his EE-3 Carbine Rifle, desperately searching for the threat. One moment he caught a glimpse of the barrel of a AJ-23 Concussive Rifle. The next Dat's back impacted the wall of his safehouse and everything went dark.

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POV: Commissioner Yardus, Edinspire Network Security Department

Commissioner Yardus gave a heavy sigh as yet another stack of reports greeted him after his lunch. Every script kiddie and amateur slicer thought they could have fun with the city's infrastructure. Not knowing or caring that when they got caught it only increased his workload.

"Commissioner, got another solved case for you."

Yardus tried not to glare at his secretary. She was just doing her job after all. Better see what the latest nerfherder with a datapad got up to.

"This one seems bigger than most files. A bevy of Class Two infractions, with talk of bumping some up to Class Ones? Who are the perps, and how badly did they screw up?"

Usually reports only take up a few pages. This one took up dozens. Yardus was already calculating an extra hour in his workday approving and signing everything.

"A slicer gang got caught in one of the data archives in an Imperial Data Center. Apparently they've been hitting facilities all over the Oversector for the past year. Unfortunately for them the Center's security decided to splurge and get EI-9 network security droids guarding the facility.

The droids uploaded backups from the affected areas into their quick load hidden computer cores when the attack on the network began, then alerted security before moving in to apprehend the slicers. No data was lost, although apparently even the attempt to trash the system to get whatever they were after has made those in power very prickly for some reason.

The infiltrators gave up their contacts fairly quickly. Drugs already in their system made their resistance brittle and prone to cracking. Their hideout was raided before the day was over and their forger is in intensive care. An ex-administrator who was supplying the intel was tackled by starport security after trying to flee under a false identity. Even the freighter the slicers operated out of was impounded. Overall an open and shut case."

Yardus was only half paying attention after the "all over the Oversector" part. Crossing all those lines of jurisdiction was going to make this case a nightmare. A nightmare Yardus does not want mucking up his department. Him and his employees had better things to do than chasing glory from troublesome big cases.

"If they have been hopping sectors then it is above our pay grade. Send a message to Assistant Governor Darna and make the initial preparations to transfer them into the custody of the Imperial Sector Rangers. No need to get into a blaster measuring contest over who gets to be the ones to punish these criminals."

Let them handle this piping hot chokeroot. Given the gangs' frequent hits, the Rangers probably have an open case on them. Hopefully Yardus can get this done before the sun goes down.

"Right away sir. Also the Shaak Street Slicers have been getting their computer spikes into the traffic lights again."

So much for being home for dinner. Yardus can only hope his wife doesn't make him sleep on the couch again.

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I wanted to make a heist Omake. Then I realized it would probably be people against Las' regime doing it. So I made it a failed heist instead featuring criminals slightly less competent than they think they are and slightly more comfortable than they should be. Turns out Darna takes network security pretty darn seriously. Who knew?

Crossposted on SB and SV

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Gotta say, I REALLY like your omake's. They reference SO many things from the setting I never even knew about; droid models, races, terminology, tech, weapons, cultural terms and organizations. Fleshes out the whole thing so damn well.