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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

Seems a tad out of character for Las, I presume this was someone overhearing him muttering about the current situation and decided to take some liberties, kind of how a certain group of knights decided on dealing with this "troublesome priest" the king was on about.
 
My first ever attempt at trying an omake. Please enjoy.

I'm imagining this Las to be one who made it to sector moff. He tried to do a runner the moment the emperor died, but got a big ole slap of shame and reality as he realized how much he came to care for the systems and people he put work into.

Basically, in this timeline, he's gone from: "I don't want to die because of stupid galactic politics" to "I don't want myself or the people under my care to die because of stupid galactic politics."

I'm aware that even with this allowance this is still to eye-catching for Las's personality, but once the idea came into my head I couldn't get it out.



Omake: Armed Neutrality

Posted across the holonet in the days following the collapse of the Empire into the Imperial Remnants:

To all the esteemed Moffs of the Imperial Remnants and to all the distinguished Senators of the Alliance to Restore the Republic,

Kindly kriff off.

We of the Myto Sector have received your numerous appeals for us to honor ourselves by offering you Imperial supplication, or to free ourselves of oppression by tending ourselves to your Senatorial care - sent to us rarely by your own acclaimed hands but instead penned by some unpaid and uncared for intern.

We have heard well the Principles professed by Moffs, of the need to bring order and stability to a galaxy teething with Ruinous Anarchy. We have heard well the Ideals professed by Senators, that an ocean of blood must be spent to wet the Tree of Liberty so we might one day be fit to sit in its shade.

To this, let me inform a candid galaxy: Principles and Ideals are pyramid schemes, sold by the rich and egotistical to the destitute and downtrodden, invented so the elite may feel glorious and moral as they send others to die in their place - for the advancement of their power and their own goals.

The Great Question of our times - that which burns in the hearts of uncounting sentients with the fervor of a thousand suns - is whether we will be ruled by some tyrannical Moffs who live in far offworld palaces, or whether we will be ruled by some thoughtless Senators who live in far offworld penthouses.

To this, We of the Myto Sector, have decided we would be happily ruled by our own selves for our own purposes. So to all the gracious offers we have recieved, be certain of our refusal.

We are aware that to many this declaration might seem foolish and shortsighted. Indeed, the galaxy is teeming with fleets and warships uncounting, as well as callous men and women eager to put them to use. What hope could the tiny Myto Sector have of victory against them? None.

But we can make our defeat hurt.

We will not pledge ourselves to die in far off worlds, killing men and women we have no quarrel with, for the benefits of unseen masters. But our own homes, our own families, and our own livelihoods? This we'll defend. With a zeal and purpose unmatched in the history of the galaxy, ancient or current. Enough damage will be wrought in our downfall that the next time war comes against our conquerors - a certainty in times such as these - they will be the ones too weak to resist.

So to all you Carrion Lords of the Galaxy - whether cloaked in Imperial red or Republic blue - consider carefully just how necessary our tiny sector is to your ambitious plans, and take a moment to do the smart thing. Let someone else try first.

Kind regards, and also fuck you,

Las Mola in unanimous declaration with The People of the Myto Sector.
FUCKING PERFECTION.
 
Can't wait for "This, We'll Defend" to be made the motto of the Myto Sector Defense Fleet. Such a minor bit of this... declaration, but still one I think will be quoted by others. After, of course, "Kindly kriff off" and "and also fuck you," but still.

I also like the Doctor Who reference with the "let someone else try first." (or, at least, that's where I recognize it first.)

I'm randomly reminded of the Robot Chicken Death Star Escalator bit. Except instead of "M'Lord"/"Stormtrooper" over and over again, it's these various demands/invitations/requests/declarations, and Mola's various refusals just devolve into the expected "Go fuck yourself" as well as "kill yourselves," "kriff off," and various others besides. And, just to complete the bit, maybe there's someone who had been seeking a legit alliance but is also hit with Mola's tired refusal, and they thus take the place of the one Stormtrooper that cried.

Or something to that effect. I dunno.
 
Scrapping the Barrel New
Omake: Scrapping the Barrel

POV: Vio, Andrennian petty crime lord,
above Zeek's Holochess Parlor, Edin, Edinspire
0ABY.


"Alright Mwork. Your earnings have been down from last month, what's going on?"

Vio did his best to glare at the Aqualish, but it had less of an impact after moving out of his old hideout. The Purge had hit all the gangs hard and Vio had to downsize his operations in response to the downturn.

"There just ain't any work for muscle anymore boss. Arms and Spice dealers are an endangered species these days, so that market has dried up. Those Vigos that are still around have their own sources. B&E is getting riskier with the holonet hotline the new governor has set up. There just ain't any other work besides being a flareboy or stalking alleys, which is above your risk profile."

Vio didn't even have it in him to fake being mad at Mwork. Times were hard all around. The governor's new infrastructure program and crackdown had made life difficult for a common thug like Mwork.

Taking in the Aqualish had been a bit of risk. His former gang had been one the first to get hit when the Purge started. However Mwork proved able to keep his head down and had a sense for trouble. Which is more than most thugs are capable of.

"What about on your end Little Nii? Find some chumps to nip?"

The adolescent Rodian was not the biggest earner in Vio's network. However she was a skilled enough finger-smith to keep a consistent flow of money by fencing her hauls.

"Still holding strong boss. There might be more police around than before, however the streets are as packed with marks as ever."

At least something is going Vio's way. Little Nii should be able to be a consistent earner for a few years yet. The new crop of Imps seem to go easier on kids than the last.

"Right! Now where's that slimeball Ovil? He was supposed to report in yesterday."

Little Nii shuffled her feet. A tell that she would have to break if she was going to survive this new environment. Maybe Vio should clean her out of her earnings in Sabacc a few times to teach her.

"Ovil ran afoul of a used 501-Z the precinct has patrolling the main streets. Their nonlethal protocols aren't so comforting when those 2 meter slabs of durasteel are jamming their stun sticks up your spine. Sounds like he isn't seeing the outside of a cell for a decade at minimum."

"What!? He was dealing in roasted Thyssel bark! That's barely above F tier! You could get a harder drug from a pharmacist after breaking a finger! How did that happen?"

"A new school was built nearby the route Ovil was using that he probably didn't know about. The Zed smelled the roasted Thyssel bark on him, and since the raw stuff is a much harder drug…"

"They assumed the slythmonger was using the roasted stuff as a gateway drug for harder substances. Being a slythmonger is one thing, but being a slythmonger who deals to kids gets stormtroopers kicking in your door."

One rule every criminal on Edin learned real quick when the new governor started cracking down: don't touch kids. Even trying doesn't just get the PSF on you, it brings in the military. The Mynock Maws were made a very graphic example of when crikking LECAs showed up to shut down their operation.

Who would even use Thyssel Bark as a sampler? As if some brats could afford something that high end. That stuff doesn't just grow on trees!

Acquiring the Thyssel bark from the Adriardo stash when they got busted was supposed to cover this quarter's expenses. The few high end clients that still talked to Vio were expecting him to make those deliveries.

Kriff! Vio couldn't afford to be losing employees like this. A black marketeer like him lived and died on his ability to move product. If he ghosted any more clients and suppliers, he'd lose what little street cred he had left.

Alright Vio, calm down and breathe. Steeple every one of your hands and think. Being able to plan, react, and adapt was how you got through the Purge so far, it is what will keep you alive now.

The Black Market was looking more barren by the day. The shortages were reaching levels that under normal circumstances was the prelude to a syndicate announcing they had a monopoly. Only difference was it was occurring across all levels.

X-rated goods were constantly out of supply even for those with the most desperate of appetites. Drugs were at an all time low. A hold full of Spice could sell enough to buy a small corvette if it was sold to the highest bidder, but even then no one was willing to take the chance.

Meanwhile the new stormtrooper armor was at a premium, but the garrison kept their supply close to their chest. Slaves were so star hot that most criminals would sooner shoot a slaver than risk Imps kicking in their door. Outlaw techs were taking advantage of the chaos to go straight, taking jobs in preparation of those shipyards coming in instead of installing smuggling compartments.

The R market wasn't doing much better. Flesh Camouflage kits were bought up as soon as they hit the market by every con artist and thief trying to fool Imperial scanners. Blasters past civilian grade were getting harder and harder to acquire, let alone explosives.

Guilders could acquire such things easily enough, but you would have to pry it out of their cold dead hands to get it from them. The heat and the automatic RIII contract from the Guild put out on their murderer was as good as a Death Mark on Edin.

Even the F market were taking a hit, which was about as criminal as lying about your taxes. It was getting to the point where people were willing to pay the subscription fees to corps rather than paying a visit to a friendly data-courier for a bootleg-holo.

"This used to be a nice planet. Where a crew of hard working criminals could earn a dishonest living. What happened?"

——

A look into the other side of Veers' war on crime. Keep in mind this is Edin, the Scarred Hands are heading to Minda. If Edin's underworld is a once lush forest of illegality that has been clear cut, I imagine Minda's is a desolate wasteland where even the most resilient lichen struggles to grow for long.

Crossposted on SV and SB.
 
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Funny how not treating people like dirt is the best method for Empire building. (Pun intended)
True, the majority of trade in a lot of Black Markets isn't in illegal goods, it is in legal goods that are hard or expensive to get legally. It's what makes the civilians give their approval or at least consent to the Black Market's existence in their city because it gives them guns for personal security and expensive parts for their machines. Take that away and…

"You mean I have easy access to goods and services without going through the Black Market and the police will show up when my life and property are in danger? Well then screw those Black Marketeers."

Also it pays to keep in mind that Edin only started changing a few years ago. Plenty of criminals on Edin tried hunkering down expecting this to be "just a phase" before things would snap back to "normal". Veers is proving that may take longer than they expected.
 
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True, the majority of trade in a lot of Black Markets isn't in illegal goods, it is in legal goods that are hard or expensive to get legally. It's what makes the civilians give their approval or at least consent to the Black Market's existence in their city because it gives them guns for personal security and expensive parts for their machines. Take that away and…

"You mean I have easy access to goods and services without going through the Black Market and the police will show up when my life and property are in danger? Well then screw those Black Marketeers."

Also it pays to keep in mind that Edin only started changing a few years ago. Plenty of criminals on Edin tried hunkering down expecting this to be "just a phase" before things would snap back to "normal". Veers is proving that may take longer than they expected.

True, I remember back to Covid; my neighbors were traded eggs from their chickens for toilet paper and aspirin with everyone around them. (They were older couple and were afraid to go out themselves. Plus its mostly hobby farms around them.)
 
I wonder if mc's mom will ever show up. She is late already and if she is still a no show. That must mean something happened for her to not show up. Even though we know she is alive and well.

But what is keeping her stuck on Eriadu that is so important that she can't visit Las, is what I want answered.
 
True, I remember back to Covid; my neighbors were traded eggs from their chickens for toilet paper and aspirin with everyone around them. (They were older couple and were afraid to go out themselves. Plus its mostly hobby farms around them.)

In Australia, the cigaret taxs are so high, most people buy black market.
 
In Australia, the cigaret taxs are so high, most people buy black market.

Now I`m wondering the logistics of getting a regular supply for cigs in Australia. Is it mostly smuggled/stolen brand names or is the main market handmade/ lose leaf and wrapping paper?

Edit: Never mind, found this:
 
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Now I`m wondering the logistics of getting a regular supply for cigs in Australia. Is it mostly smuggled/stolen brand names or is the main market handmade/ lose leaf and wrapping paper?
I can't say anything about Australia but I know in the state of New Jersey the corruption back in the day (70s) was so bad that the Mob had access to the states new tax stamp before they did only...the stamp/seal that the mob used was an exact replica save for one Itty bitty flaw, it wasn't cracked/fucked up while the states seal was (as a total accident they didn't actually plan that shit).
So when the cops came around looking for the cigs at the local bars the mob cigs passed inspection while the legitimate cigs didn't.

Likewise over in Germany in the 80s it was like 100 bucks a carton of cigarettes (due to taxes and tarrifs etc...), while on base (US) it was like 5 bucks per carton, so to pay for off base housing it was really, really common to pay for rent using cartons of cigarettes if you didn't smoke.
So I would imagine that it would be something similar over down under where they get the same stuff that is/looks legal but really isn't.
 
Omake: Armed Neutrality
My thoughts on this Omake.
While i do enjoy this. Gave me a ooo rah moment. There are some speeches like this already written. That you could adapt. Similar in style. If you were going for an awesome speech that would air across the systems.
Jah i really like this omake. Reminds me of Colonel Tom Kratmans scifi and political writings.
He had a speech in his stories that also cut deeply across. An amazing performance ciuld be had here.
 
I can just imagine the rumour mill in all imperial and non-imperial labs/engineering-workshops the holy land of research ,of freedom.
Anything you can dream can be made and las will FUND IT!!!

we need another omake for this lol
 
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So what are the chances that Las is somehow going to end up getting his hands on the dark trooper program?

Reasonable if he can salvage anything from the Arc Hammer after it gets destroyed, or pretty good if Minda starts being used as a secure storage for testing, storing and developing things from other projects.
 
Chp-54: Spy's and Tie's New
Chp-54: Spy's and Tie's

Darna Sabrir
Edin System, Edinspire


A few taps of her terminal, and a mercenary company was doomed to financial failure.

They had reached too far. Gobbling up contracts, then completing them half-assed. Rude to Guild Staff, and there were some among them that were suspected ex-pirates who might've seen more money to be made in the legitimate scene.

Now, rumors would begin to spread. Nothing concrete, but still enough to make people second guess the company. Over the next few weeks/months, they would find fewer and fewer groups willing to hire them.

Of course, she would be subtly sponsoring a few smaller merc companies to start gobbling up those contracts and push them out of the market.

Once that was finished, she turned to the truly important work of the day. The Web.

While she had started it as a simple information network, it had grown since her promotion to Administrator of the Edin system.

It still remained an information network, and didn't engage in any combat or assasination. However, it had expanded significantly. Now there were hundreds of agents across both systems.

Of course, most weren't proper agents.

Instead, they were Watchers. People who signed up to an app that she had made for PDA's. It was, essentially, a civilian spy app. People were encouraged to report suspicious behavior. While the app got a lot of traffic and false positives, her real agents scouted out the reports that seemed most plausible.

Watchers served as the first layer of defense, and it was a certain Watchers report from Minda that had gotten her attention.

After Sidheth had warned her about the Scarred Hand, her agents had been on overdrive. A hyper-aggressive, violently radical rebel group, the Scarred Hand let little information leak about their operations.

That likely meant that they were on the smaller side, likely no more than a freighter's worth of members.

Still, they were likely to engage in incredible violence towards their cause. Darna had no real way of warning the Governor normally, as much as she wished to. Instead, she had to more passively observe.

That was why she was giving orders to Mindan agents regarding a recent Watchers report that had caught her eye.

See, a Watcher had reported suspicious individuals loitering around one of the newer construction sites in Accordia. It was the site of a future mega-building, one of 4 currently planned for the city. Even with immigration down, Minda was reaching the capacity its relatively few cities could handle.

And of them, mega-building M-1 was already nearly finished, with only the upper floors and finishing polish needed. It would house nearly 20,000 apartments when finished, clearly in anticipation of future immigration. It would be nearly 200 floors tall once finished, and the only reason it wasn't was because no building in the capital could be taller than the Imperial Tower. An unofficial rule amongst every architect and construction company.

The building would serve as the center of the community of freed slaves as it grew. Of course, they would look like perfectly legal residents.

And suspicious individuals were seen around the site. Nothing huge, but the Scarred Hand was an unknown variable, so every lead had to be followed.

So here she was, sending an agent to investigate. Hopefully it was nothing, but you never knew. The other Mindan agents were already on high alert, so she knew the Hand would be caught, eventually.

After she did that, a ping emerged from her terminal. Another siting of gang violence. It was far from the practically constant warfare that Edin used to deal with, but it still happened enough for her to be annoyed by it.

Not to mention the slow downs to development in the region. To no one's surprise, construction workers don't like working while blaster bolts fly over their heads.

She looked over the report, and assigned the usual suppression squad to take care of it. Sure, it would've been faster to deploy the Loyu's, but the Mandolorian bounty hunter family didn't come cheap, and was best reserved for when the real threats decided to emerge.

Though it wasn't like they were sitting around doing nothing. The Loyu's had transferred over to Edin on the Governor's request, and had been hosting extended lessons with the newer Guild branch. They were one of the more elite assets the Governor had given her control over in her clean up of the Edin system.

Aside from working closely with Commodore Veers, (an ambitious young career climber who very clearly sought to rise higher, yet for all her skill seemed unaware that her current superior was incredibly lax by Imperial standards) she was given command over the Governor's sister, Alvi Mola.

An incredible ace pilot who Darna regularly deployed to deal with Hutt mercenaries that enter the Edin/Minda systems looking for escaped slaves. Or she just hands them over to Veers and lets the more naval minded Commodore use Alvi's recently named Tide Squadron as a surgical tool to cut out pirate infestations.

Darna took a long sip of her hot chocolate. It was maddening, how good this stuff was.

No wonder the Governor was addicted.

-

Aren Hiral
Dubrillion system, Dubrillion


"And the pricing?" Moff Dukon asked.

He had him.

"While some details are subject to change, the Raider-Class goes for around 3,000,000 brand new. Of course, that's for a regular sale. For a fellow Moff? 2,400,000, easy."

Dukon looked somewhat skeptical, but Aren knew he would bite. After all, the old Moff was in command of the Prefsbelt sector, which held a significant portion of the nearest hyperspace lane. Because of this, Prefsbelt experienced more piracy than any of its neighboring sectors, and yet received relatively little defense funding. The vast majority of its sector defense fleet was kept on the lane, and was unable to go and hunt down any other pirate bases.

So, for Dukon, the soon to be Myto shipyards were an opportunity to expand his forces with ships made for hunting down smaller, faster enemies like pirates.

"...I'll consider it. They yards are set to be ready in five months, yes?"

Aren nodded. They could be ready in four, but Governor Mola had requested an extra month of leeway time. Apparently, negotiations with RHE were going better than expected, and some extra assets could be acquired that would take more time to set up.

"That is correct, my friend. Of course, I could see about getting you a reserved spot, if you so wish."

They chatted a little longer before the call ended, with Aren quite happy. This was the third Bright Jewel Oversector Moff that he had spoken with, and all three seemed quite interested in the upcoming shipyards. Not to mention the reserved spots he was selling. The favors this would net him weren't huge by any means, but every advantage was needed if he wished to climb ever higher.

After all, eventually he would sit amongst the Grand Moff's.

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Hi there folks! Sorry for the shorter chapter and long delay, my brain sorta jumped out the back seat for a little while.

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

Feedback and commentary appreciated.

-Thanks for reading!
 
Rip and tear until it is done…. So you can get back to writing chapters!

Joking aside hope your liking the game personal holding off on getting cause it looks just like the last one, my backlog is already bad enough and the price of new releases is ridiculous to me let alone the upcoming jump to 80…. I have officially gotten to the point I say " back in my day!" Games weren't 80 fucking dollars.

Anyway….. is his sister using one of the advanced TIEs he's building?
 
Moff Hiral is gonna get a promotion to Grand Moff and then suggest his useful subordinate Las Mola to be Moff of the sector 🤣

Bro's gonna get unwillingly shoved with yet more work. Went from one planet to two and now to a whole sector XD.

And when the sector gets better the moment las is promoted it's going to either be a chip on his shoulder or an egg on his face
 
This is a really cool story idea. I just wish it wasn't written as comedic crack. A compelling, serious, and ambitious MC would have been more interesting of a read imo.
 
Moff Hiral is gonna get a promotion to Grand Moff and then suggest his useful subordinate Las Mola to be Moff of the sector 🤣

Bro's gonna get unwillingly shoved with yet more work. Went from one planet to two and now to a whole sector XD.
And when the sector gets better the moment las is promoted it's going to either be a chip on his shoulder or an egg on his face
That's how he ends up being that one Loyal Imperial Moff who was at the same time a Rebel Neutral Moff, sort of a "As long as I don't see you, I will pretend you and yours aren't there" arrangement that the Rebellion and later New republic respect. Then when the Empire starts to collapse after Endor, he ends up as an anchoring point of the Imperial Remnant and a Base of Operation for many a Imperial vessels.
 
A few taps of her terminal, and a mercenary company was doomed to financial failure.

They had reached too far. Gobbling up contracts, then completing them half-assed. Rude to Guild Staff, and there were some among them that were suspected ex-pirates who might've seen more money to be made in the legitimate scene.

Now, rumors would begin to spread. Nothing concrete, but still enough to make people second guess the company. Over the next few weeks/months, they would find fewer and fewer groups willing to hire them.

Of course, she would be subtly sponsoring a few smaller merc companies to start gobbling up those contracts and push them out of the market.
Darna would do very well in Imperial politics if not for the humancentrism. Although I guess she technically is doing well in Imperial politics.
It still remained an information network, and didn't engage in any combat or assasination. However, it had expanded significantly. Now there were hundreds of agents across both systems.

Of course, most weren't proper agents.

Instead, they were Watchers. People who signed up to an app that she had made for PDA's. It was, essentially, a civilian spy app. People were encouraged to report suspicious behavior. While the app got a lot of traffic and false positives, her real agents scouted out the reports that seemed most plausible.
When the neighborhood watch also reports to the Homeland Security.
After Sidheth had warned her about the Scarred Hand, her agents had been on overdrive. A hyper-aggressive, violently radical rebel group, the Scarred Hand let little information leak about their operations.

That likely meant that they were on the smaller side, likely no more than a freighter's worth of members.
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.
And of them, mega-building M-1 was already nearly finished, with only the upper floors and finishing polish needed. It would house nearly 20,000 apartments when finished, clearly in anticipation of future immigration. It would be nearly 200 floors tall once finished, and the only reason it wasn't was because no building in the capital could be taller than the Imperial Tower. An unofficial rule amongst every architect and construction company.

The building would serve as the center of the community of freed slaves as it grew. Of course, they would look like perfectly legal residents.
Scarred Hand: "This building's real purpose is as a giant slave barracks!"

Darna: "Okay that is technically correct, but it is kinder in reality."
They chatted a little longer before the call ended, with Aren quite happy. This was the third Bright Jewel Oversector Moff that he had spoken with, and all three seemed quite interested in the upcoming shipyards. Not to mention the reserved spots he was selling. The favors this would net him weren't huge by any means, but every advantage was needed if he wished to climb ever higher.
How nice of Moff Hiral to handle all the higher level politics for Las. Now he can focus on making his systems as wealthy and productive as possible.
 

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