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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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Palpatine: *Something something, followed by evil cackling* If i can't have the galaxy then noone will!!1!! *followed by more evil cackling*
Fleeing to a Backwater
Yacov
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Omake: Fleeing to a Backwater
POV Git Emol, frustrated immigrant
"This is an outrage! Do you know who I am!?"
The glassy eyed receptionist did not even give the satisfaction of glancing up at him. Him! He was Git Emol!
"I am sorry sir, but these documents justifying an expedited immigration process use identification which has expired."
Expired? Expired! A month after that atrocious stay in Arrth-Eno and suddenly the whole galaxy is upside down!
"Read it again. It says Senator, Sen-a-tor! That means I am one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy!"
Sure the Senate was dissolved. And maybe he slept with the wives of the governor now in charge of the planet he was representing, but the title still had power by the Void! Traditions and their influence just don't evaporate overnight!
"Sir under the new regulations, only immigrants with up to date documentation can apply for an expedited immigration process. Both your identification and academic diploma have been rescinded by order of an Imperial Court."
What!? He'd paid good donations for that diploma! Oh this stinks of meddling. Who was it?
Was it Gekit Furot after he covertly published that article questioning their family's breeding? Or did my Kiffar maid decide to take revenge after forcing her to clean up after a Senatorial party one too many times? Maybe Senator Jink is finally paying him back for that "buglover" tattoo he tricked him into getting back when we were Apprentice Legislators. Oh the Kubaz had never forgiven him for that, but everyone hazes the new species.
"This is unacceptable! I demand to speak to your manager at once!"
Bribing this peon is a waste of good credits. Better save for a bigger fish with what little funds he had access to. He was down to his last dozen million credits. The Empire might have his official accounts still frozen, but they hadn't found out about his secret accounts.
He was able to smuggle out the codes the same way he always does. Foolish customs officers. They always fall for the datachip in the oiled up head fold routine!
"And what should I say is the nature of your request?"
Registering a trade company in this new-fangled Guild would be his next step. It should allow him to transfer his money into business accounts and keep it out of the Imperial Auditors grubby mitts. Cousin Woz was doing well with a weapons company in a nearby sector. Perhaps he would be interested in opening a branch on Minda?
"Tell them an affluent businessman wants to discuss investments into Minda's growing economy."
With what's left of his capital, he'll have to play things smart. Minda received a B+ from the Sentate's Council of Labor Abuses. The highest rating a planet can get without bribing the Council. He may have to give more slack to the help than he's used to, but let it not be said that Git isn't an adaptive Bargawin.
Watch out galaxy! He may have taken a tumble, but Ex-Senator Git Emol still going to come out on top yet again!
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Crossposted on SB and SV
POV Git Emol, frustrated immigrant
"This is an outrage! Do you know who I am!?"
The glassy eyed receptionist did not even give the satisfaction of glancing up at him. Him! He was Git Emol!
"I am sorry sir, but these documents justifying an expedited immigration process use identification which has expired."
Expired? Expired! A month after that atrocious stay in Arrth-Eno and suddenly the whole galaxy is upside down!
"Read it again. It says Senator, Sen-a-tor! That means I am one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy!"
Sure the Senate was dissolved. And maybe he slept with the wives of the governor now in charge of the planet he was representing, but the title still had power by the Void! Traditions and their influence just don't evaporate overnight!
"Sir under the new regulations, only immigrants with up to date documentation can apply for an expedited immigration process. Both your identification and academic diploma have been rescinded by order of an Imperial Court."
What!? He'd paid good donations for that diploma! Oh this stinks of meddling. Who was it?
Was it Gekit Furot after he covertly published that article questioning their family's breeding? Or did my Kiffar maid decide to take revenge after forcing her to clean up after a Senatorial party one too many times? Maybe Senator Jink is finally paying him back for that "buglover" tattoo he tricked him into getting back when we were Apprentice Legislators. Oh the Kubaz had never forgiven him for that, but everyone hazes the new species.
"This is unacceptable! I demand to speak to your manager at once!"
Bribing this peon is a waste of good credits. Better save for a bigger fish with what little funds he had access to. He was down to his last dozen million credits. The Empire might have his official accounts still frozen, but they hadn't found out about his secret accounts.
He was able to smuggle out the codes the same way he always does. Foolish customs officers. They always fall for the datachip in the oiled up head fold routine!
"And what should I say is the nature of your request?"
Registering a trade company in this new-fangled Guild would be his next step. It should allow him to transfer his money into business accounts and keep it out of the Imperial Auditors grubby mitts. Cousin Woz was doing well with a weapons company in a nearby sector. Perhaps he would be interested in opening a branch on Minda?
"Tell them an affluent businessman wants to discuss investments into Minda's growing economy."
With what's left of his capital, he'll have to play things smart. Minda received a B+ from the Sentate's Council of Labor Abuses. The highest rating a planet can get without bribing the Council. He may have to give more slack to the help than he's used to, but let it not be said that Git isn't an adaptive Bargawin.
Watch out galaxy! He may have taken a tumble, but Ex-Senator Git Emol still going to come out on top yet again!
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Crossposted on SB and SV
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BarrettSlayer
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why not have them all? Could be explained as multiple sections numbing the ball to get ahead of the news only to result in a messed up bundle of different propaganda.
Also would be funny if due to MCs go getter mindset he sets the narrative that is then used sector then galaxy wide lol.
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Thanks for the chapter
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"What do you mean, there's no corruption?!"
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There will be plenty of others including military personnel that aren't interested in serving the Empire anymore without going full rebel. Opening Minda up to them and their families will let him staff his PDFs and mercenary fleet while maintaining a high standard.
Chp-48: Navigating the Fallout
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Chp-48: Navigating the Fallout
Seventh Brother
Yavin System, 10 minutes after the destruction of the Death Star
He floated. And floated. And floated.
The Obsidian Talon floated with him, systems still active, if a little beat up.
He didn't care. He just floated.
And as he floated, he contemplated the recent past.
After leaving Minda, he had been ordered to report to various different systems, the place changing nearly every day as the battlestation moved.
Eventually, he was ordered to rendezvous in the Yavin system, supposedly to bear witness to the destruction of the rebels and report to Darth Vader.
Except, when he arrived, the battle was already in full swing.
He had joined in, downing multiple rebel pilots in the conflict when it happened.
The Death Star exploded.
When Alderaan had been destroyed, he had felt the aftershocks across the galaxy. And while the Death Star had far fewer on board, he was far closer.
It was overwhelming. Like drowning, he could scarcely tell himself apart from the millions of voices screaming out into the Force.
So he shut himself out. Locked and barred the doors to his mind. Shuttered the windows to his soul.
And floated.
So here he sat, floating in the void, a million thoughts crossing his mind. By separating himself from the Force for the first time in his life, a clarity settled upon his mind.
He was an Inquisitor. He served the Emperor in hunting Jedi and other Force related leads. But he was not respected. He had to fight for a position, constantly dealing with the internal politics and rivalries of the Inquisitorius. And only now, after having lived his entire life there, did he have the clarity to ask a question he had never before considered.
Is this what I want?
It was an odd question. A scary question. But one he had to answer. He could feel it, in the back of his mind, his soul. He needed to know.
No. I don't want this.
It was freeing, in a way. He didn't know what it was he really wanted, not truly. But this? The Inquisition? No longer.
The institution would likely not survive the following years, considering its waning numbers.
The Obsidian Talon didn't have a tracker on it, as it was made by people with no intention or need to track him. It had a hyperdrive. It had life support. It had enough supplies.
It was his key to freedom.
The Empire likely thought him dead. A boon. Few bother tracking a corpse, after all.
Pulling himself together, Seventh considered his options. The Talon had enough fuel for a few jumps at best, but not enough to get him anywhere safe. It was also an obviously Imperial ship. Made more obvious by its unique design, making him easier to track.
So, he needed a ship to cover for him.
The Empire was sure to start besieging Yavin as soon as they rallied, so there was no chance of recovering any ships from the Rebels until they evacuated. And any Imperial ships would arouse suspicion.
But pirates?
There were bound to be pirates in neighboring systems, especially this far out in the Outer Rim. Pirates who might very well try and capture his ship.
Fools, who would allow him onto their vessel.
Turning the engines on, he started to align himself with the closest hyperspace routes. The Mandalore sector wasn't far from here, and last he had heard, they were still piecing their people together after having thrown off the Empire's shackles a few years ago.
While the Empire would doubtlessly crush them eventually, for now the Mandalore system was the only place with any concentrated military force of any kind. There were bound to be pirates galore in the surrounding systems preying off of the colonies in the area.
Pirates with ships.
As he jumped to hyperspace, he thought about where he might go afterwards. Who knows.
Maybe he'll just wander the galaxy. See the sights, engage in some low-risk commerce to pay the bills.
It sounds…peaceful. He thought to himself.
He didn't hate the idea.
Not at all.
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Zyx Mola
Kuat System, two days after the Death Star's destruction.
Zyx was tired. And bored. And there wasn't even a satisfying way to combine the two words for a witty inner monologue! Tir-ed and Bor-ed both end the same way, so she couldn't mix the two words for a ridiculous mashup that described her current state of being!
A true tragedy.
Currently, she was stationed on an outgoing ISDI, fresh off the Kuati yards. This ship, assigned to MI's small personal fleet, would be shuttling her and a bevy of analysts around the galaxy for investigative purposes.
It was a long term mission, brewed up and assigned to her just a few days after the Death Star's destruction. She and the analysts were going to essentially be combing over trouble systems, showing up as 'reinforcements' to the various sector defense fleets, then shuttling her down when targets were identified.
It was a boring assignment, and she knew this because she was already bored, and they hadn't even left the Core yet.
Doubtlessly she would be either stuck on the ship for the majority of the assignment, which could very well last over a year, or she would be sent down on half-assed leads and find kriff-all. A waste of her time, but who was she to argue with Highcom?
Still, there were worse assignments to be had. Like those suckers in deep-cover in Hutt space. Last she'd heard, some were posing as dancers. In Hutt space.
She shuddered. One could only hope the office rumours were false.
Zyx tilted her head, thinking. Considering it's MI, the rumours were probably planted.
Regardless, this was boring, and she hated it.
So, to pass the time, she was checking up on her family, making sure they all survived.
Mother dearest stayed on Eriadu, as she wasn't one of Tarkin's right hand people. A top subordinate, sure, but not necessary to bring with him when she already runs one of the galaxy's top academies.
Las was still in that backwater, doing…whatever it is he does out there. Paperwork? Probably paperwork.
She shuddered.
Alvi had been transferred over there by Grand Admiral Thrawn last she heard, for the continuation of a TIE program. It had been canceled once he disappeared, but Alvi stayed.
MI had kept their eyes on the Minda system for a while after that, but aside from the more economical TIE variants that were produced there, nothing much came of it. Oh, and those small walkers. Interesting stuff, apparently some people from Highcom had their eyes on the things. Las would certainly love that, if the bags under his eyes were any evidence.
Shal, her dear older sister, was stuck in a pile of political garbage. Admiral Gorin was under a great deal of political stress for his failure at Scarif, and he was attempting to use Shal as a scapegoat.
While this might normally work, these circumstances are far too serious. Admiral Gorin doesn't have nearly enough political capital to escape punishment. He does, however, have enough to drag Shal down with him.
Now, far be it for Zyx to leave her sister in the dust! She could maybe get Shal off of any charges…but that would be a waste of her own political capital.
It was, however, easier to get her assigned to a backwater station. After all, what worse punishment for a captain exists than an assignment with no chance for promotion?
Of course, if the backwater happened to be the Myto sector, it was just fate, right?
Zyx giggled. Next time she visited it would almost be like a family reunion!
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Hi there folks! Not too much to say this time, other than the fact that I've started playing Expedition 33, and this shit is PEAK!!! Like, holy peak batman it can't stop cooking. The story, characters combat, and all feel fucking incredible. Only game this year that can top it will be the new Doom game. But it's Doom, so that's not really saying anything new.
Also, the whole Luke being a war criminal thing? It was a joke made in the heat of a breakdown. Las could care less about how many heads the farm boys popped, or the kill streak he must've gotten from the DS1, he just cares that he's not on the list.
Feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Seventh Brother
Yavin System, 10 minutes after the destruction of the Death Star
He floated. And floated. And floated.
The Obsidian Talon floated with him, systems still active, if a little beat up.
He didn't care. He just floated.
And as he floated, he contemplated the recent past.
After leaving Minda, he had been ordered to report to various different systems, the place changing nearly every day as the battlestation moved.
Eventually, he was ordered to rendezvous in the Yavin system, supposedly to bear witness to the destruction of the rebels and report to Darth Vader.
Except, when he arrived, the battle was already in full swing.
He had joined in, downing multiple rebel pilots in the conflict when it happened.
The Death Star exploded.
When Alderaan had been destroyed, he had felt the aftershocks across the galaxy. And while the Death Star had far fewer on board, he was far closer.
It was overwhelming. Like drowning, he could scarcely tell himself apart from the millions of voices screaming out into the Force.
So he shut himself out. Locked and barred the doors to his mind. Shuttered the windows to his soul.
And floated.
So here he sat, floating in the void, a million thoughts crossing his mind. By separating himself from the Force for the first time in his life, a clarity settled upon his mind.
He was an Inquisitor. He served the Emperor in hunting Jedi and other Force related leads. But he was not respected. He had to fight for a position, constantly dealing with the internal politics and rivalries of the Inquisitorius. And only now, after having lived his entire life there, did he have the clarity to ask a question he had never before considered.
Is this what I want?
It was an odd question. A scary question. But one he had to answer. He could feel it, in the back of his mind, his soul. He needed to know.
No. I don't want this.
It was freeing, in a way. He didn't know what it was he really wanted, not truly. But this? The Inquisition? No longer.
The institution would likely not survive the following years, considering its waning numbers.
The Obsidian Talon didn't have a tracker on it, as it was made by people with no intention or need to track him. It had a hyperdrive. It had life support. It had enough supplies.
It was his key to freedom.
The Empire likely thought him dead. A boon. Few bother tracking a corpse, after all.
Pulling himself together, Seventh considered his options. The Talon had enough fuel for a few jumps at best, but not enough to get him anywhere safe. It was also an obviously Imperial ship. Made more obvious by its unique design, making him easier to track.
So, he needed a ship to cover for him.
The Empire was sure to start besieging Yavin as soon as they rallied, so there was no chance of recovering any ships from the Rebels until they evacuated. And any Imperial ships would arouse suspicion.
But pirates?
There were bound to be pirates in neighboring systems, especially this far out in the Outer Rim. Pirates who might very well try and capture his ship.
Fools, who would allow him onto their vessel.
Turning the engines on, he started to align himself with the closest hyperspace routes. The Mandalore sector wasn't far from here, and last he had heard, they were still piecing their people together after having thrown off the Empire's shackles a few years ago.
While the Empire would doubtlessly crush them eventually, for now the Mandalore system was the only place with any concentrated military force of any kind. There were bound to be pirates galore in the surrounding systems preying off of the colonies in the area.
Pirates with ships.
As he jumped to hyperspace, he thought about where he might go afterwards. Who knows.
Maybe he'll just wander the galaxy. See the sights, engage in some low-risk commerce to pay the bills.
It sounds…peaceful. He thought to himself.
He didn't hate the idea.
Not at all.
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Zyx Mola
Kuat System, two days after the Death Star's destruction.
Zyx was tired. And bored. And there wasn't even a satisfying way to combine the two words for a witty inner monologue! Tir-ed and Bor-ed both end the same way, so she couldn't mix the two words for a ridiculous mashup that described her current state of being!
A true tragedy.
Currently, she was stationed on an outgoing ISDI, fresh off the Kuati yards. This ship, assigned to MI's small personal fleet, would be shuttling her and a bevy of analysts around the galaxy for investigative purposes.
It was a long term mission, brewed up and assigned to her just a few days after the Death Star's destruction. She and the analysts were going to essentially be combing over trouble systems, showing up as 'reinforcements' to the various sector defense fleets, then shuttling her down when targets were identified.
It was a boring assignment, and she knew this because she was already bored, and they hadn't even left the Core yet.
Doubtlessly she would be either stuck on the ship for the majority of the assignment, which could very well last over a year, or she would be sent down on half-assed leads and find kriff-all. A waste of her time, but who was she to argue with Highcom?
Still, there were worse assignments to be had. Like those suckers in deep-cover in Hutt space. Last she'd heard, some were posing as dancers. In Hutt space.
She shuddered. One could only hope the office rumours were false.
Zyx tilted her head, thinking. Considering it's MI, the rumours were probably planted.
Regardless, this was boring, and she hated it.
So, to pass the time, she was checking up on her family, making sure they all survived.
Mother dearest stayed on Eriadu, as she wasn't one of Tarkin's right hand people. A top subordinate, sure, but not necessary to bring with him when she already runs one of the galaxy's top academies.
Las was still in that backwater, doing…whatever it is he does out there. Paperwork? Probably paperwork.
She shuddered.
Alvi had been transferred over there by Grand Admiral Thrawn last she heard, for the continuation of a TIE program. It had been canceled once he disappeared, but Alvi stayed.
MI had kept their eyes on the Minda system for a while after that, but aside from the more economical TIE variants that were produced there, nothing much came of it. Oh, and those small walkers. Interesting stuff, apparently some people from Highcom had their eyes on the things. Las would certainly love that, if the bags under his eyes were any evidence.
Shal, her dear older sister, was stuck in a pile of political garbage. Admiral Gorin was under a great deal of political stress for his failure at Scarif, and he was attempting to use Shal as a scapegoat.
While this might normally work, these circumstances are far too serious. Admiral Gorin doesn't have nearly enough political capital to escape punishment. He does, however, have enough to drag Shal down with him.
Now, far be it for Zyx to leave her sister in the dust! She could maybe get Shal off of any charges…but that would be a waste of her own political capital.
It was, however, easier to get her assigned to a backwater station. After all, what worse punishment for a captain exists than an assignment with no chance for promotion?
Of course, if the backwater happened to be the Myto sector, it was just fate, right?
Zyx giggled. Next time she visited it would almost be like a family reunion!
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Hi there folks! Not too much to say this time, other than the fact that I've started playing Expedition 33, and this shit is PEAK!!! Like, holy peak batman it can't stop cooking. The story, characters combat, and all feel fucking incredible. Only game this year that can top it will be the new Doom game. But it's Doom, so that's not really saying anything new.
Also, the whole Luke being a war criminal thing? It was a joke made in the heat of a breakdown. Las could care less about how many heads the farm boys popped, or the kill streak he must've gotten from the DS1, he just cares that he's not on the list.
Feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Fearless444
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GLORY
SneakyScoundrel02
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Seventh Brother got hit with that post-Star clarity huh? I wonder how long it'll take until the entire Mola family ends up on Minda.
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Expedition 33 really is an incredible game, I having started playing it a couple days ago now since it's past midnight where I am. Also a rogue inquisitor, unexpected, but quite interesting. I'm curious to see what comes of Seventh now that he isn't high on the Dark Side. 
Ironwar4321
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Yep, now time for him to; accidentally, wait out the fall of the empire after Endor and then head back to Minda to hook up with our head of security to fall in love with each other and make the universe's most loved and deadly kids.
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With how this fic is going and how random ass romances just pop up in this galaxy, I can't tell if you're joking. But good for them. Good for them.
Las is probably downing several cups of caf to fuel his fix-it streak.
Treangulator
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More like a Roque Trader)
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Good on the Seventh to find the desire for peace.
He has a ship, enough supplies, and the galaxy open to him.
May he find enlightenment amongst the stars.
Oh shit!
Another Family Reunion incoming!
Time to prepare for the shenanigans of family!
He has a ship, enough supplies, and the galaxy open to him.
May he find enlightenment amongst the stars.
Oh shit!
Another Family Reunion incoming!
Time to prepare for the shenanigans of family!
MorbiIIionaire
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Spinoff I smell? He can go on a funny adventure trying to relax and see the sights, where he gets into fights but he also doesn't really want to get lost in the dark side, maybe he helps people along the way haha. Redemption via vacation?
Oh, that sounds so exciting. Excited to see what they think of the family "failure"
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Las:"I will Create a nest egg and
"Entire Family: *Gets assigned to his sector*
Las:
S'mugwuffin:
Vattensnok
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Oh, Expedition 33 looks awesome, but I already have soo many games I bought but haven't found the time to play yet. I'll probably buy it in a few years when it's on sale, and then never find the time to play it ^^
Blackswordzero
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I can't wait to see Las reaction to this "familly reunion"!
Yacov
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Poor guy doesn't know it has already been dissolved. I think the Inquisition gets dissolved before the DS1 blows up. His constant moving around means he never got his pink slip in the form of an execution. Like a Jedi leaving the Order and somehow missing Order 66 happening.
Minda is a magical place that can plant the seeds of peace even in Dark Siders.
So Mola is stuck on Eriadu. That's going to keep her busy for a while. Her new boss Moff Kaine is still salty about not getting a core posting despite being put in control of a good 20% of the galaxy.
Her status as an "Old Guard" will probably allow her to maintain her neutrality when the Kaine-Devian feud kicks into high gear. However that also might make her replaceable if one of their lackeys desires her position.
I mean, depending on how good a dancer they are, it might not be the worst posting. You'd be considered valuable and treated well as long as your "employer" was happy with you. So not unlike working in the Empire, just with different standards.
Las: "These mech suits are an expensive boondoggle that doesn't justify mass production."
Empire Highcom: "We'll take 20,000."
Las: "But there are better things I can make for you. More efficient uses of my stockpiles."
Empire Highcom: "No. Don't care. Take our massive procurement contract and like it."
These are the people who thought Star Destroyers were a good thing to make the mainline ship of the New Order navy. Inefficiencies of force projection are not new to them.
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swtoring
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I hope it's either Rohm Moc (so we can get some Dark Trooper data or even a production facility set up once he gets funding for the project after ds-1 goes kablew) or Vader who finally found some good heavy weapons platform for the infantry under his command
Also i hope MC makes use of plasteel since the high quality variety is mentioned to be capable of withstanding thermal detonators despite being very lightweight and properly secured can last a long time (i'm putting this last part in place 'cause it was mentioned to loose it's colour after a while)
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I just realized Las has made Minda/Eden the go to systems for infantry, trained by Stormtroopers/army troopers, Clones, and Mandalorians. Army, Squad, and individual level skills and knowledge. The Stormtroopers/army troopers are used as a large scale force, meant for peace keeping/occupation duties, Clones are more squad level and are trained to work as a team, and Mandalorians train to be the best fighters they can be, So any forces that come out of these two systems are going to be head and shoulders above the rest of the galaxy.
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So I'm guessing, the fighter pilot sister is going to update the admiral sister fighter groups. Then some fool pirates will try to take Eden and the sisters are going to rip them apart so Las can leave them there to be in charge for him.
He probably thinks that with them there he can finish getting his disappearance plans without his sister breathing down his neck.
Then he finds out, his sisters followed his example and made a decent space base for their ships and it's making money as a refueling/trade station
He probably thinks that with them there he can finish getting his disappearance plans without his sister breathing down his neck.
Then he finds out, his sisters followed his example and made a decent space base for their ships and it's making money as a refueling/trade station