Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[Notsae66]

I swear if toxic gaming make the Sith join light side I will fall of my chair laughing

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He'll play the star wars equivalent of getting over it and go so completely apeshit he'll transcend rage and reach nirvana, coming out the otherside a pinical of jedi stoicism. Or detonate like a dark side bomb, either or.

 

[AldariSiradla]

Holy shit, Myr'thos became a Gamer!
Soon he shall employ the most esoteric and eldritch speech.
Known as Gamer Words!
He will be more powerful than any Jedi or Sith in existence soon.

Looks like someone might be getting a good posting after the pirate hunting.
And the production of good ships will go a long way.
A very long way.
Especially since shit is going down in the background.

Aeeeeiiiggghhhh!
Our Governor will never know peace.
Now we have idiot radicals coming to our door.
Someone get the shotgun because someone's about to invade our lawn!

 

[BaronNoir]

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, you can only leave "For glory" a worse person than you enter and you sent a sith

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Yep, she's going to come out peppy, flirtatious, and an overly dramatic cosplayer, who will take very little in the real world seriously. She'll be Sith in name only.

 

[RoyalOlive]

I swear if toxic gaming make the Sith join light side I will fall of my chair laughing

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Join the light side? It'll make him fall further into the dark and evil depths of the dark side! His hate shall grow to know no bounds.

 

[DoomLordSteve]

The Vigil is god tier for its weight class. 255 meters with 3 Twin heavy turbolaser turrets, 3 Twin light turbolaser turrets, 3 Laser cannon turrets, 16 TIE fighters, and 2 Shuttles? Consider also making Carrack cruisers, they are cheap, kinda small (only 100m longer than the Vigil) while having very high survivability and firepower, and the Imperial version only needs 2 Pilots. As in those are the only people the ship needs.

Also note that not 1 ship in your fleets (excluding the crippled Lucrehulk) have heavy Turbolasers. This is a problem because much like with our Earth guns, Turbolaser power scales exponentially with the size of the gun. In fleet vs fleet combat you are not in a good position if the enemy has even a Dreadnaught.

 

[Yacov]

Also note that not 1 ship in your fleets (excluding the crippled Lucrehulk) have heavy Turbolasers. This is a problem because much like with our Earth guns, Turbolaser power scales exponentially with the size of the gun. In fleet vs fleet combat you are not in a good position if the enemy has even a Dreadnaught.

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Heavy Cruiser and above ships are the, most likely singular, Capital Ships for most Rebel Fleets. Fleets this far out in the Outer Rim probably only have a single Dreadnaught or Assault Frigate as their main ship, with the Mon Cala being a pipe dream at best. These will doing double duty as Heaviest Ship and Mobile Command Base for whatever Cell they are in.

These things will be nigh irreplaceable as stealing and repairing another one will probably take longer than the remaining Civil War. Which means it is going to be really funny when Minda makes every System Defense Fleet in the sector potentially capable of mission killing a Heavy Cruiser. Suddenly the list of safe places for a Rebel Fleet to go and attack gets quite smaller in Myto.

 

[XTheVoidSeekerX]

OH NO ITS A GAMER SITH!

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I'm going to laugh if or when they finally fight against rebels or something, they complain because "how dare they sent them to fight against NPCs of all things"

 

[Yacov]

Omake: The Bouncing Wastrels of Rolling Greens'

POV: Baronet Wes Telen, on the Telen Villa, an hour ride with Wes' JG-8 speeder from the farthest train station from the Rolling Greens' Nexus City, Minda, 0ABY

Wes lounged on his Shaak shaped bean bag with his friends. The Butter-Basted Land Shrimp having long cooled. Importing it from Kashyyyk was costly, but nothing the help filing a request to the Guild couldn't fix. The lull of the mid-afternoon sun affecting them all as they couldn't finish the dish.

"Oku my dear, tell the kitchen to fetch the Bespin Cloud Drops in case our guests get peckish."

"As you wish, Young Master."

The Klatooinian in an impeccable suit gave a bow. Having served multiple generations of the Telen family and Wes in particular long enough to know to take his time.

Really Oku was a dear. Knew his place in the household and managed the things beneath Wes' notice. Why if Oku weren't around, Wes might have to eat those vile dessert cubes he saw when touring an Imperial base last season on the family Patriotism Tour.

"Now where were we? I believe we were discussing the progress in your latest gallery Dolmo?"

The Snivvian perked up and her nostrils flared, as they always do when she's excited. A bit endearing back in her youth.

"Oh it went wonderfully. The guests at Accordia were lovely folk. A Major Councilor even discussed doing a family portrait for his family."

She must have shown her early work then. Poor Dolmo has been in a rut since her breakout on Coruscant all those years ago. The fact the Mindan elite appreciated it meant we were far enough away from the Core for those museum pieces to still be novel.

Really they should have stopped patronizing Dolmo. However, the Telen Family needed to maintain appearances with displays of largesse. Besides, Dolmo's habits were neither expensive nor excessive, so little harm done. Perhaps this wonderful scenery will reignite that spark she had in her younger years.

"And how about you Raza? That homegrown Shaak stable of yours doing well?"

Raza's gold eyes shifted a bit too quickly for decorum. Belying the base greed that drives the Arcona. The merchant had been letting the Welle Coporation's promotion to Consortium rank get to his head. Raza even began thinking he could participate in the august activity of owning a stable for Shaak racing, the fool.

"Quite well, quite well. The stable is coming together. Even came in third in the last race it partook in."

Third? I suppose that is adequate for minor races this far in the Outer Rim. Nothing compared to proper Telen stock. The Telen family had been breeding racing Shaaks for centuries.

Still this world was adequate for raising Shaak stock. Minimal industrialization unlike the Core kept the local feed nutritious. A passably competent Governor ensuring the riff raff stay out of business that is above their station in life.

Probably why Father had decided to build a ranch villa here and entrust its vital operation to Wes. That and there weren't any "requests" for additional funding. Why the dreadful stories he heard from some of his peers when they chose a poor location to purchase another estate.

"Speaking of Shaak racing, how is that adorable jockey Dratho doing Wes? He looked rather dashing taking the podium in the Mid Rim Derby last month."

Yes Dolmo, make your infatuation for the Anzellan more apparent why don't you? Really if it weren't for the biological differences, Wes would have kept him far away from Dolmo to keep anything scandalous from happening. Perhaps it would finally give the Telens a reason to cut the dead weight loose if something were to occur.

"Young Master dessert is served."

There is Oku with the save! He could kiss that canine faced mug for his impeccable timing.

"There isn't any salt in these, right Wes? Not looking for another trip to rehab any time soon."

"Why Raza I am insulted. What kind of host would I be if I didn't accommodate my guests' needs?"

It was even the truth. There were no salt in the treats. Yet. Father had no instructed Wes to make nice with the rising industrial class in this sector. That doesn't mean he couldn't keep a nice hook handy should the situation require.

"Also Young Master, it is time for your daily check in at the stables."

I could punch that ugly dog faced mutt! Bringing up work while I was entertaining my guests. Still one must attend to their duties even at the most inconvenient times.

"Fine, fine. Bring over the comlink."

It took no time at all for Oku to bring the ornate device to Wes' bean bag.

"Hello Bettie, how is the Ranch holding up?"

"Completely satisfactory, young master. The Shaaks are happy and Spacious Grin is in the third stage of her pregnancy."

"Splendid! Keep up the good work. Call you tomorrow."

Bettie is such a blessing. Wes couldn't imagine the mountains of extra work he would have to do without his BD-3000 droid. No one on this dirtball can fathom the arduousness of having to make a check in call every. single. day. Truly Wes Telen is the hardest working Zeltron in all of Minda!

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This Omake brought to you by asking myself kind of minor nobility and upper class Minda would attract and what unproductive nonsense they would get up to. If Dubrillion is a resort town and capital of the sector, Minda is that quaint little up and coming mountain town that suddenly attracted a bunch of rich people to build their mansions there.

Cross posted on SV and SB