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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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AldariSiradla
Spirit Boy, Police Girl
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Money comes in.
Business is booming.
Enemies tried and failed.
And our Governor's living the Force-given dream!
Business is booming.
Enemies tried and failed.
And our Governor's living the Force-given dream!
lusians
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You mean re release one? That most delta force fans say are nothing more than chinese studio puting their name on other peoples work & de listing original Delta Force: Black hawk down so that most people cant compare their slop to original?
Yacov
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The fact that demolition is the highest rank should be concerning.
Sparkles are incredibly intimidating in combat. Two things come to mind when I hear sparkling melee weapon, lightsaber and welding torch. Neither of which I want to get hit with.
Woo Minda can build flying saucers now!
Rendili Frigates get! Those are some decent small warships Las is able to build now. That is going to be very helpful from securing the Myto Sector from the uptick in pirates and Rebels in the coming years.
Also Minda can now build the Rendili Dungeon Ships. They can hold over a thousand prisoners. Not that Las will need them. Who am I kidding, the Guild is definitely going to commission one or two for Bulk Bounty Transport.
Would certainly result in an uptick in smaller bounties being captured. Just have the Guild ship the minor criminal so you don't have to trek across the galaxy for meager pay and the Guild gets a cut. Not much money per bounty, but it should add up over time. Heck it might even encourage bounty hunters outside of Las' territory to use the Bulk Transport services.
Getting Ewok flashforwards here!
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Lokabrenna
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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Not quite. They are Eternal Empire cultists, not Infinite Empire ones. I blame Bioware for lacking creativity when it comes to naming things. The Infinite Empire was the Rakata, and predated the founding of the Galactic Republic, collapsing due to civil war and plague about 25,200 years before the films. The Eternal Empire is the weird secondary empire that Darth Vitiate created on the side under the name Valkorion, which collapsed due to being such a bunch of shitters that the Jedi and Sith joined forces en masse and worked together to slap them down.
Both names are deeply ironic, because the "Infinite" Empire was actually pretty small compared to basically every other major Star Wars faction to come after them, and the "Eternal" Empire was one of the shortest-lived major factions in Star Wars history (only beat out by the CIS for brevity).
TheHoneyPot
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Yep sounds about right. Thats the norm these days tough. Cant even play on private servers for old ea games without being sued. So that whole de listing thing, yeah thats the norm.
Its certainly not the games by novalogic, its team something that I cant remember the name of but it looks pretty cool and pretty much copied the black hawk down movie. Its pretty fun for a free game. Mostly because of the human waves.
Thats kinda why im hoping this story, for aluding to black hawk down in the title, will take a page from that, and have the enemy swarm the ship in endless waves. Its the best part of the free game and most unique part to see in the movie as no other movie comes close to such numbers of enemies that just keep coming.
Inbredmartian
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The mandalorian pilot when the governor gives him the keys to all ship and heavy weapon based R&D with a blank check and the words 'go nuts, build a fucking flying gun if you want'
Heavy murderous breathing
Heavy murderous breathing
Aeroeng
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I will point out the only reason the eternal empire fell was that both the Jedi and Sih united to bring them down, along with a civil war being started. Also, yeah always get them mixed.
Arrowthorne
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Whenever the Wretches pop up the main thing that pops into my head are the Wretches/Lambent from Gears of War, with a dash of The Lost from XCom 2 thrown in.
Sw1tch
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Ah~ when an employee and an employer are of the same mind, it's a beautiful thing to see *sniff*
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Thanks for the chapter Great story as always
Chp-44: A Million Souls
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Chp-44: A Million Souls
Sitting in my office, my foot tapping against the floor, I was…nervous. Really nervous. We were close to a week into 0BBY. Otherwise known as 7977 in the Coruscant Reckoning Calendar.
And things were going…well? Suspiciously so. Sure, I got shot down and almost killed, but Grant and the Inquisitor were at that moment attacking the Cult. For all the power of the Wretches, I very much doubted that they could survive the combined bloodlust of those two maniacs.
Aside from that, things were looking well. A new Imperial Mining Company was brought together to start mining the other planets in the Edin system, and I approved some more scouting of Minda 2 to see if that green deathtrap had anything worthwhile.
Hell, I had even hired the Loyu Family as full time employees! They got jobs as teachers at the Guild, and were paid extra to take on high-priority bounties and missions that I didn't trust other mercs to carry out.
No, the thing that was bothering me was the fact that my mother had yet to arrive. She said 2 years, and given what I knew about her from the og Las's memories, she was not one for being late.
But she wasn't here yet.
Maybe she was on the Death Star? But I had no guarantee, since I don't know when in 0BBY the DS1 goes boom. Mugwuffin hasn't woken up screaming, so I'm pretty sure Alderaan is still in one piece.
It was annoying. There were three empty mugs of hot chocolate on my desk, and only Oioro's judgemental look stopped me from pouring another one.
I sighed. My mission here was almost finished. If I succeed? Well then, mother dearest will clap a little, call me a success, and then I can tell her I want to stay and make it better. It'll sound convincing.
After that? I fake my death. I can grab a few bombs, and last I heard thermal detonators make quick work of any remains if they're close enough.
From there I can jump in my ship and head off into the world. With some better bacta to fix my scars, a fake mustache and an accent change back to good old 'Merican, I could hide reasonably well.
Wait a year or two, then use my hidden funds to start a small shipping company, get even more money(but not too much), and retire well. I'll be comfortable, happy, and not bored because of the company I would be running. Plus Mugwuffin would be there.
Maybe I could even settle down, get married. The whole nine yards.
But first, I had to convince my mummy dearest not to kill me.
I sighed again, which considering how much I was doing that, there was no way it was healthy.
Hopefully Grant's little murder spree was going well.
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Seventh Brother
Edin System, Highreach
As he commanded his LECA to swing its blade, he felt elated. The ease with which he cut through the hordes of Wretches was practically euphoric.
As one of the recently named Grave Titan's swung a meaty arm made of arms, he simply jumped back, the wings of his newly named Dread Unit flaring, the repulsorlifts flinging him upwards.
The blaster on his arm roared as he landed, peppering the creature and weakening a limb.
It swung again, its many mouths screaming in agony. He could feel the rage, the anger, the pain of each of those trapped in it. Their minds and bodies twisted to this extent.
Regardless, his hands twitched around the controls, the LECA dodging the swing easily. His sword flashed upwards, and the arm fell to the ground, writhing. As the creature wailed once more, he swung once more, the oversized vibro-blade cutting through the flesh with ease.
The Force screamed at him in a different tone than usual, and he instinctively dodged as another of the creatures attacked from behind.
Before he could retaliate, a barrage of green laser fire turned the creature into ash. Turning, he saw the Commanders much larger, bulkier Imperial Shield. It lumbered forward, its many weapons annihilating the creatures in droves.
They were at one of the cults larger hideouts, clearing it out with less backup to allow more forces to be directed against the other hideouts. This combined with a near constant amount of orbital bombardment kept the cultists stuck inside their hidey-holes.
With the Edin System's Vindicator in orbit, throwing the occasional turbo laser shot in the known locations of cult bases, they weren't leaving anytime soon.
Looking around the large cave, Seventh could sense life no longer.
"That seems to be all, Commander. Let us proceed."
She gave her affirmative, and the two made their way to the transport.
Mere minutes later, they arrived at the main base. Already, their forces were entrenched in the canyon, flinging copious amounts of fire down at the wretches. There were large craters where the Vindicator had provided covering fire, but the canyons weren't stable enough to sustain such a thing, and if the entrance to the cave system collapsed it would delay their efforts and allow the enemy to potentially escape.
Still, as the transport dropped them off, a trio of LA-AG's swooped by, their wing mounted beam weapons cleaving through the hordes.
As more fire rained down, Seventh made a choice.
Gathering up the remaining LECA's, he ordered a full frontal assault on the compound. They would cut their way through the cave system.
He could hear the Commander's laughter through the comms and she obliterated the creatures, and he couldn't help but agree.
As the Dark Side flowed through him, enhancing every swing, pushing the servos to the max, guiding his movements, he never felt more free.
Cutting through the myriad of forces, little was left behind. As they advanced deeper into the caverns, the Dark Side only grew stronger.
And stranger.
The Force felt…odd, here. Like it was chained. Not unlike how he visualized it within himself, but here it was more…real.
As they entered the center room, it opened up before them. A massive cavern, easily four times taller than the Commanders , and very open. In the center was a raised podium, upon which stood a robed figure.
Immediately, the soldiers opened fire, only for their blaster bolts to ping harmlessly on a shield.
A shield of the Force.
In front of the figure was a dagger that reeked of the Dark Side, of an ancient power that raised every hair on Seventh's arms. It was shattered, the dagger, but its metal fragments were arranged in its original shape. It floated above what seemed to be a large stone box of sorts.
Around the podium were other robed figures, cloaked like the central one.
It spoke.
"Hello, pitiful creatures." it's voice rasping and cruel.
He activated his loudspeaker. "What manner of creature are you?"
It laughed, a rasping, dry sound. "I…I am one of the chosen!" it exclaims, throwing off its hood.
Beneath is what once might have been a recognizable sentient creature, but is now a twisted mound of flesh. Many eye's sprout out of its face, its cracked lips and jagged teeth twisted into a smile.
"Chosen…by the will of our Eternal Master to raise a grand army, and await His return!"
It turned towards the knife once more, the Force practically screaming. In agony, in ecstasy, in a million things. He shut it out, and ordered a full frontal barrage on the enemy.
It was too late.
The creature slammed the knife into the box, cracking the stone. Simultaneously, the bowed supplicants around it started to bleed, from every orifice.
The creature retracted the knife, and watched the box. From it rose…
Power
A humanoid figure, clad in pitch black armor, chains of ethereal energy linking it to the knife. It twitched, the anger, rage and fear evident through the Force. Whoever this was, they were trapped.
Unfortunately for them, Seventh didn't really care all that much.
Already his blaster was raised, a stream of death flying towards the figure. Their head jerked towards it, and up went their hand. The bolts diverted course slightly, just barely missing the figure as they kicked off of the podium with incredible force.
Seventh knew he couldn't win head on. Thankfully, he had the Dread Unit.
Engine roaring, he zipped around the air, dodging the figures' wild swings. Eventually, they grew tired of the chase, and with a pained roar, swung their saber sharpley. The Force itself seemed to coalesce, becoming an invisible blade. He just barely dodged, his senses screaming at him to movemovemovemove!
Behind him, the swing impacted the cavern wall, creating a multiple foot deep gash in the stone.
This game of deadly cat and mouse continued while the Commander poured her power into trying to take down the energy shield created by the cults leader.
"Commander! I can't hold this one back much longer!"
"The shield won't fall!" she yelled back, before noticing something. As the figure slashed the cavern's walls, the floor trembled, and the cult leader with it.
Her eyes widening, she commed the inquisitor again.
"Get that thing to slash the shield!" she yelled, aiming some of the smaller blasters towards the figure and firing. Predictably, the figure dodged with ease, deflecting the rest, but it gave the Inquisitor enough time to move into position.
Dodging and weaving, he traded blows with the figure, and yet was unable to hold out for long. While the Dread Unit's vibro-blade was powerful, its material was not dense or strong enough to resist lightsabers for long. And even then, the figure was stronger than the LECA itself.
It terrified him.
Another dodge, but a second too slow, and his sword was shorn in two. Cursing he dropped the handle and reoriented, firing an inciendiary fromt he projectile launcher. As he did, he fired his blaster. The figure dodged the projectile, and deflected the blasters, but failed to realize his plan.
The bolts landed, detonating the incendiary behind the figure, pushing them forwards towards him. It was the perfect opening for them, and they used it, bring down their saber. Again, the Force screamed at him, and he listened.
Putting every ounce of power the Dread Unit had towards the flight systems, he dodged in the last second, rocketing to the right as the saber came down.
The sheer force of the attack ripped the Dread Unit's left arm off without even touching it, as the attack careened towards the shield.
Then, it impacted.
The force was immense, the two powers raging at each other. An unstoppable force versus an immovable object.
However, the ground below the shield was not so immovable. It shattered, breaking the podium and unbalancing the cult leader. It dropped the dagger, shattering into pieces on contact with the floor.
As soon as that happened, the shield fell, and the Commander turned the creature into paste.
All the while, the figure which had almost killed him, which had near effortlessly outdone him, fell to the ground unconscious.
Dread Unit slammed into the other side of the cavern, repulsorlifts barely keeping it from being flattened.
Seventh just…sat there. Breathing. Being alive. For a few seconds there was nothing. No Force. No obligations. No imminent danger.
Just him, his cockpit, and his breathing.
Then it all came back, and he hit the emergency release, popping the door off the cockpit and stepping out, nursing his wounded ribs.
A few minutes later, they were securing the area. The shards of the dagger were being put in separate containment units, to be transported with him back to Coruscant once properly secured in a dozen layers of confinement. He would have preferred a quicker process, but the Governor, upon hearing about this daggers seeming ability to create Wretches, insisted on the extra layers of security.
Seventh was too tired to truly argue against a measure he agreed with, no matter how inconvenient.
The figure, on the other hand, was different. They were a key component of all of this, and would undoubtedly help raise his standing in the Inquisition back to its previous place if he brought them back alive. Their lightsaber was taken and put in containment, and the currently they were working on removing the armor, which was somehow stuck to its wearer.
So there he sat, on a piece of rubble outside the cavern, a bacta patch healing his ribs. Contemplating his next moves. The other Inquisitors would be less than pleased by his success, but would refrain from moving against him so soon after a victory. Especially with their order having few members left.
As he contemplated this, something happened.
He felt it through the Force. Unimaginable death.
A million souls crying out in terror.
A million souls silenced.
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Hi there folks! Sorry for posting this chapter at an odd hour, I spent most of the day goofing off and planning the first chapter of that PJO fic I talked about. This is the second to last chapter of the Arc before Governor's Gambit goes on hiatus. The next chapter will take a little longer to be posted because I'll be posting it in tandem with the first chapter of the new fic, so I can link it at the end.
The PJO fic will follow an OC-SI dropped into a much expanded version of the PJO world. I'm talking about different magic systems, factions, and much more. I always thought that the magical underground felt small in those stories, like there was so much just out of sight. It came to me that maybe that could be intentional in-universe. Demi-gods, especially those in the Camps, are known for getting quests, getting into trouble, and generally having more Divine attention on them. Any magical underground of people with the Sight, like mercenaries, mages, and even governmental organizations dedicated to regulating magic would steer clear, cause no-one fucks with the Gods and gets away with it easily.
To me, that says that so much could be just out of sight. And I want to make something that follows that. I probably could just make it into a standalone low-fantasy story, but the PJO name means more attention which means more feedback which I really need. It also helps fill in worldbuilding gaps, and gives me more overarching plot points to hold onto, like how the fall of the Empire is super important to Las even though he's in such an isolated area of the world.
As always feedback and commentary is appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Sitting in my office, my foot tapping against the floor, I was…nervous. Really nervous. We were close to a week into 0BBY. Otherwise known as 7977 in the Coruscant Reckoning Calendar.
And things were going…well? Suspiciously so. Sure, I got shot down and almost killed, but Grant and the Inquisitor were at that moment attacking the Cult. For all the power of the Wretches, I very much doubted that they could survive the combined bloodlust of those two maniacs.
Aside from that, things were looking well. A new Imperial Mining Company was brought together to start mining the other planets in the Edin system, and I approved some more scouting of Minda 2 to see if that green deathtrap had anything worthwhile.
Hell, I had even hired the Loyu Family as full time employees! They got jobs as teachers at the Guild, and were paid extra to take on high-priority bounties and missions that I didn't trust other mercs to carry out.
No, the thing that was bothering me was the fact that my mother had yet to arrive. She said 2 years, and given what I knew about her from the og Las's memories, she was not one for being late.
But she wasn't here yet.
Maybe she was on the Death Star? But I had no guarantee, since I don't know when in 0BBY the DS1 goes boom. Mugwuffin hasn't woken up screaming, so I'm pretty sure Alderaan is still in one piece.
It was annoying. There were three empty mugs of hot chocolate on my desk, and only Oioro's judgemental look stopped me from pouring another one.
I sighed. My mission here was almost finished. If I succeed? Well then, mother dearest will clap a little, call me a success, and then I can tell her I want to stay and make it better. It'll sound convincing.
After that? I fake my death. I can grab a few bombs, and last I heard thermal detonators make quick work of any remains if they're close enough.
From there I can jump in my ship and head off into the world. With some better bacta to fix my scars, a fake mustache and an accent change back to good old 'Merican, I could hide reasonably well.
Wait a year or two, then use my hidden funds to start a small shipping company, get even more money(but not too much), and retire well. I'll be comfortable, happy, and not bored because of the company I would be running. Plus Mugwuffin would be there.
Maybe I could even settle down, get married. The whole nine yards.
But first, I had to convince my mummy dearest not to kill me.
I sighed again, which considering how much I was doing that, there was no way it was healthy.
Hopefully Grant's little murder spree was going well.
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Seventh Brother
Edin System, Highreach
As he commanded his LECA to swing its blade, he felt elated. The ease with which he cut through the hordes of Wretches was practically euphoric.
As one of the recently named Grave Titan's swung a meaty arm made of arms, he simply jumped back, the wings of his newly named Dread Unit flaring, the repulsorlifts flinging him upwards.
The blaster on his arm roared as he landed, peppering the creature and weakening a limb.
It swung again, its many mouths screaming in agony. He could feel the rage, the anger, the pain of each of those trapped in it. Their minds and bodies twisted to this extent.
Regardless, his hands twitched around the controls, the LECA dodging the swing easily. His sword flashed upwards, and the arm fell to the ground, writhing. As the creature wailed once more, he swung once more, the oversized vibro-blade cutting through the flesh with ease.
The Force screamed at him in a different tone than usual, and he instinctively dodged as another of the creatures attacked from behind.
Before he could retaliate, a barrage of green laser fire turned the creature into ash. Turning, he saw the Commanders much larger, bulkier Imperial Shield. It lumbered forward, its many weapons annihilating the creatures in droves.
They were at one of the cults larger hideouts, clearing it out with less backup to allow more forces to be directed against the other hideouts. This combined with a near constant amount of orbital bombardment kept the cultists stuck inside their hidey-holes.
With the Edin System's Vindicator in orbit, throwing the occasional turbo laser shot in the known locations of cult bases, they weren't leaving anytime soon.
Looking around the large cave, Seventh could sense life no longer.
"That seems to be all, Commander. Let us proceed."
She gave her affirmative, and the two made their way to the transport.
Mere minutes later, they arrived at the main base. Already, their forces were entrenched in the canyon, flinging copious amounts of fire down at the wretches. There were large craters where the Vindicator had provided covering fire, but the canyons weren't stable enough to sustain such a thing, and if the entrance to the cave system collapsed it would delay their efforts and allow the enemy to potentially escape.
Still, as the transport dropped them off, a trio of LA-AG's swooped by, their wing mounted beam weapons cleaving through the hordes.
As more fire rained down, Seventh made a choice.
Gathering up the remaining LECA's, he ordered a full frontal assault on the compound. They would cut their way through the cave system.
He could hear the Commander's laughter through the comms and she obliterated the creatures, and he couldn't help but agree.
As the Dark Side flowed through him, enhancing every swing, pushing the servos to the max, guiding his movements, he never felt more free.
Cutting through the myriad of forces, little was left behind. As they advanced deeper into the caverns, the Dark Side only grew stronger.
And stranger.
The Force felt…odd, here. Like it was chained. Not unlike how he visualized it within himself, but here it was more…real.
As they entered the center room, it opened up before them. A massive cavern, easily four times taller than the Commanders , and very open. In the center was a raised podium, upon which stood a robed figure.
Immediately, the soldiers opened fire, only for their blaster bolts to ping harmlessly on a shield.
A shield of the Force.
In front of the figure was a dagger that reeked of the Dark Side, of an ancient power that raised every hair on Seventh's arms. It was shattered, the dagger, but its metal fragments were arranged in its original shape. It floated above what seemed to be a large stone box of sorts.
Around the podium were other robed figures, cloaked like the central one.
It spoke.
"Hello, pitiful creatures." it's voice rasping and cruel.
He activated his loudspeaker. "What manner of creature are you?"
It laughed, a rasping, dry sound. "I…I am one of the chosen!" it exclaims, throwing off its hood.
Beneath is what once might have been a recognizable sentient creature, but is now a twisted mound of flesh. Many eye's sprout out of its face, its cracked lips and jagged teeth twisted into a smile.
"Chosen…by the will of our Eternal Master to raise a grand army, and await His return!"
It turned towards the knife once more, the Force practically screaming. In agony, in ecstasy, in a million things. He shut it out, and ordered a full frontal barrage on the enemy.
It was too late.
The creature slammed the knife into the box, cracking the stone. Simultaneously, the bowed supplicants around it started to bleed, from every orifice.
The creature retracted the knife, and watched the box. From it rose…
Power
A humanoid figure, clad in pitch black armor, chains of ethereal energy linking it to the knife. It twitched, the anger, rage and fear evident through the Force. Whoever this was, they were trapped.
Unfortunately for them, Seventh didn't really care all that much.
Already his blaster was raised, a stream of death flying towards the figure. Their head jerked towards it, and up went their hand. The bolts diverted course slightly, just barely missing the figure as they kicked off of the podium with incredible force.
Seventh knew he couldn't win head on. Thankfully, he had the Dread Unit.
Engine roaring, he zipped around the air, dodging the figures' wild swings. Eventually, they grew tired of the chase, and with a pained roar, swung their saber sharpley. The Force itself seemed to coalesce, becoming an invisible blade. He just barely dodged, his senses screaming at him to movemovemovemove!
Behind him, the swing impacted the cavern wall, creating a multiple foot deep gash in the stone.
This game of deadly cat and mouse continued while the Commander poured her power into trying to take down the energy shield created by the cults leader.
"Commander! I can't hold this one back much longer!"
"The shield won't fall!" she yelled back, before noticing something. As the figure slashed the cavern's walls, the floor trembled, and the cult leader with it.
Her eyes widening, she commed the inquisitor again.
"Get that thing to slash the shield!" she yelled, aiming some of the smaller blasters towards the figure and firing. Predictably, the figure dodged with ease, deflecting the rest, but it gave the Inquisitor enough time to move into position.
Dodging and weaving, he traded blows with the figure, and yet was unable to hold out for long. While the Dread Unit's vibro-blade was powerful, its material was not dense or strong enough to resist lightsabers for long. And even then, the figure was stronger than the LECA itself.
It terrified him.
Another dodge, but a second too slow, and his sword was shorn in two. Cursing he dropped the handle and reoriented, firing an inciendiary fromt he projectile launcher. As he did, he fired his blaster. The figure dodged the projectile, and deflected the blasters, but failed to realize his plan.
The bolts landed, detonating the incendiary behind the figure, pushing them forwards towards him. It was the perfect opening for them, and they used it, bring down their saber. Again, the Force screamed at him, and he listened.
Putting every ounce of power the Dread Unit had towards the flight systems, he dodged in the last second, rocketing to the right as the saber came down.
The sheer force of the attack ripped the Dread Unit's left arm off without even touching it, as the attack careened towards the shield.
Then, it impacted.
The force was immense, the two powers raging at each other. An unstoppable force versus an immovable object.
However, the ground below the shield was not so immovable. It shattered, breaking the podium and unbalancing the cult leader. It dropped the dagger, shattering into pieces on contact with the floor.
As soon as that happened, the shield fell, and the Commander turned the creature into paste.
All the while, the figure which had almost killed him, which had near effortlessly outdone him, fell to the ground unconscious.
Dread Unit slammed into the other side of the cavern, repulsorlifts barely keeping it from being flattened.
Seventh just…sat there. Breathing. Being alive. For a few seconds there was nothing. No Force. No obligations. No imminent danger.
Just him, his cockpit, and his breathing.
Then it all came back, and he hit the emergency release, popping the door off the cockpit and stepping out, nursing his wounded ribs.
A few minutes later, they were securing the area. The shards of the dagger were being put in separate containment units, to be transported with him back to Coruscant once properly secured in a dozen layers of confinement. He would have preferred a quicker process, but the Governor, upon hearing about this daggers seeming ability to create Wretches, insisted on the extra layers of security.
Seventh was too tired to truly argue against a measure he agreed with, no matter how inconvenient.
The figure, on the other hand, was different. They were a key component of all of this, and would undoubtedly help raise his standing in the Inquisition back to its previous place if he brought them back alive. Their lightsaber was taken and put in containment, and the currently they were working on removing the armor, which was somehow stuck to its wearer.
So there he sat, on a piece of rubble outside the cavern, a bacta patch healing his ribs. Contemplating his next moves. The other Inquisitors would be less than pleased by his success, but would refrain from moving against him so soon after a victory. Especially with their order having few members left.
As he contemplated this, something happened.
He felt it through the Force. Unimaginable death.
A million souls crying out in terror.
A million souls silenced.
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Hi there folks! Sorry for posting this chapter at an odd hour, I spent most of the day goofing off and planning the first chapter of that PJO fic I talked about. This is the second to last chapter of the Arc before Governor's Gambit goes on hiatus. The next chapter will take a little longer to be posted because I'll be posting it in tandem with the first chapter of the new fic, so I can link it at the end.
The PJO fic will follow an OC-SI dropped into a much expanded version of the PJO world. I'm talking about different magic systems, factions, and much more. I always thought that the magical underground felt small in those stories, like there was so much just out of sight. It came to me that maybe that could be intentional in-universe. Demi-gods, especially those in the Camps, are known for getting quests, getting into trouble, and generally having more Divine attention on them. Any magical underground of people with the Sight, like mercenaries, mages, and even governmental organizations dedicated to regulating magic would steer clear, cause no-one fucks with the Gods and gets away with it easily.
To me, that says that so much could be just out of sight. And I want to make something that follows that. I probably could just make it into a standalone low-fantasy story, but the PJO name means more attention which means more feedback which I really need. It also helps fill in worldbuilding gaps, and gives me more overarching plot points to hold onto, like how the fall of the Empire is super important to Las even though he's in such an isolated area of the world.
As always feedback and commentary is appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
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AldariSiradla
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I will feel sad if Mugwuffin starts crying out in terror.
I will also feel angry if it happens.
Sad because best cat is sad.
Angry because it's caused by the Death Star which needs to blow up for making best cat sad.
Looks like it is starting.
As ol' Ben used to say...
I will also feel angry if it happens.
Sad because best cat is sad.
Angry because it's caused by the Death Star which needs to blow up for making best cat sad.
Looks like it is starting.
As ol' Ben used to say...
Battle_Unit_3
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Dun dun duunnn!
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It's nice to see Seventh Brother realizing his true calling as an AC pilot.
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Mugwuffin don't give a fuck, mugwuffin gonna cut a bitch if someone wakes them up from their nap againI will feel sad if Mugwuffin starts crying out in terror.
I will also feel angry if it happens.
Sad because best cat is sad.
Angry because it's caused by the Death Star which needs to blow up for making best cat sad.
Looks like it is starting.
As ol' Ben used to say...
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Ooh I will eat good with the PJO fic !
Thank you for writing !
Thank you for writing !
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Alderaan gets blown up in a few months from this point in time. 0 BBY; Great ReSynchronization
0 BBY = 35 after ReSynchronization = 1000 After Ruusan Reformation = 3653 after the Treaty of Coruscant = 36453 After Tho-Yor Arrival
[Year]:[Month]:[Day]
35:3:3 Leia gets captured and taken to the DS1.
35:3:6 Alderaan gets blown up; Leia rescued
35:3:7 Battle of Yavin 4 and destruction of DS1.
That disturbance in the Force cannot be Alderaan getting blown up. It's too early by a few months.
TftC!
0 BBY = 35 after ReSynchronization = 1000 After Ruusan Reformation = 3653 after the Treaty of Coruscant = 36453 After Tho-Yor Arrival
[Year]:[Month]:[Day]
35:3:3 Leia gets captured and taken to the DS1.
35:3:6 Alderaan gets blown up; Leia rescued
35:3:7 Battle of Yavin 4 and destruction of DS1.
That disturbance in the Force cannot be Alderaan getting blown up. It's too early by a few months.
TftC!
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I can see Palpatine being genuinely impressed with the Seventh Brother's success here. It could be his one bright spot in the fury of the Death Star being destroyed. I can also see him investing in a task force of mech troopers.
While Palp may have purposely built the Empire to be inefficient, corrupt and miserable for its citizens, he was smart enough to have a small number of competent leaders who he knew would never replace him if he did die, such as Thrawn, backed by elite units, such as canon Imperial Special Forces or Legends Dark Troopers, for when shit did hit the fan and he or Vader were to far to intervene.
While Palp may have purposely built the Empire to be inefficient, corrupt and miserable for its citizens, he was smart enough to have a small number of competent leaders who he knew would never replace him if he did die, such as Thrawn, backed by elite units, such as canon Imperial Special Forces or Legends Dark Troopers, for when shit did hit the fan and he or Vader were to far to intervene.
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Unlistedwaffle
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Is lars still waiting on the force lizard? or has muguffin eliminated his need/desire for one?
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And here we. Go
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I can hear the rubber balls laughing at him and his plans in the background.
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Thanks for the chapter Great story as always. How was the mysterious figure?
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So it looks like it's all starting now can't wait to see how things turn out with Las and the Rebellion. Maybe Las might even get promoted in the New Empire despite not wanting to. LoL say goodbye to your retirement Las.
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More minerals for the starship factories! Also "Imperial Mining Company" is incredibly generic. Then again, there are so many Empire affiliated mining groups that one more doesn't muddy the water that much more.
Given Oversector Outer should begin fracturing soon with Tarkin's death, the Mola Matriarch should be quite busy. Even if Kaine hasn't begun his exodus to the Galactic north yet, the groundwork and fractures should begun being laid by now. Momma Mola is definitely caught up in the chaos if she is still on Eriadu.
Problem is if the Mola Matriarch doesn't show up, Las can't put his plan into motion because he is too afraid of his mom.
Wonder how this was spun to Edin's
populace? With the pirates Las was upfront about it. I guess Las could say some pirate remnants were attempting a counteroffensive?
The reason most Rebel bases want to stay hidden. Aerial bombardment is always a guarantee when the Imperial commander is competent.
Jokes on him, most of his brothers and sisters will probably be dead and the Inquisition disbanded by the time he gets back.
Yes nothing Las has done could have affected canon. At all. Speaking of which, I wonder if Luke ever made it to Minda? He seemed really excited to when he found that engineering and industrial planning PDA.
Given they were "chained" instead of leading this cult, my guess is they were a Sith from the Sith Empire during the Old Republic days that the Eternal Empire boxed.
The cult was probably using them as a Dark Side battery for creating Wretches. Whether they are a husk now or will regain free will when reawakened remains to be seen,
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Every single one of those inquisitors is going to want their own mech, either out of competiveness or because darksiders have a certain tendency towards reckless adrenaline addiction.
Heck, Palpatine would probably want his own mech, once a street racer always a street racer. Honestly a lot of the Clone Wars Chancellor-focused plots make even more sense from the perspective of a bored Palpatine ordering his own assassination or abduction for the thrill of it.
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Was it the destruction of Scarif that the Seventh Brother felt at the end of the chapter?