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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

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To be honest with the way things go for the MC they will just see '' Ah he is replacing the past Moff minions with his own minions, marvelous a perfect exemple of a proper Imperial Moff'' and Las will be screaming inside his head that this isn't a personal power grab to cement his position, its just a purge to replace the corrupt officials with more effecient ones.
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Which also has the knock on effect of cementing his position to the point of being totally unassailable. Next thing he's going to do is drag the rest of the planets in his sector kicking and screaming into being as efficient, secure, and militarily build up as Minda. Myto Sector is gonna end up being the strongest Imperial remnant just from the sheer fact that Las wants his job to be easy.
 
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If you want more, go write it yourself. That's how I started writing this after all, because I wanted something and couldn't find more of it.
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Challenge accepted

Adapting to horrible living conditions brought about by a lack of domestic infrastructure investment.

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POV: Succora Nucai, Sentient Server, Service Housing, Byavoes City, Dubrillion, Myto Sector.

Succora awoke to the insistent beeping of her alarm. Her efforts to stretch her legs stymied by the walls of her Cube Hotel room. Squashing the desire to hit the snooze button, she began her morning routine.

Rolling off her bed brought Succora face to face with the Cube's entryway. The mirror she had placed there showing that she still wasn't getting enough sleep to maintain her complexion naturally. The bags would be a permanent fixture and a death sentence for her employment if left alone.

Taking out her daycare kit from the side cubby, Succora applied the necessary creams and makeup to look presentable for her job at the restaurant. The application process was relatively long and the chemicals stung a bit, but that was the price of job security on Dubrillion. Serving the assistants of the assistants of the attendants of some of the richest people in the sector was what allowed her to afford rent.

Turning around Succora began to fold up her bed into its desk format while reaching underneath to unfold the desk's seat. Unzipping her breakfast brought a modest meal of chopped up ration bar with a side of vegetable protein straws on a disposable plate and some bottled tap water from her workplace to wash it down. Getting water from the floor's common room wasn't an option after the Vacuum Huffers claimed it as their territory and were extracting tolls to visit.

Succora had to work her teeth to break up her meal even with the water to soften it. Only the reminder that the alternatives would likely be worse made the food somewhat enjoyable. She had only thought about taking leftovers home from her job once, right until she saw what management had security do to Frestila before tossing her stained bag down the laundry chute.

If she lost her job she would lose her Hotel room and be forced into the Cargo Pod Town outside the city limits. The slum was Byavoes City's dirty underbelly secreted away behind a wall of advertisements, strategically placed buildings, and some publicly funded holoprojectors. Only shipments of expired or discontinued pet food from the city for "recycling purposes" kept that place fed. Trying to add that stuff to her meal would only make her breakfast worse.

Succora gave one last attempt at a stretch before tossing all the trash from her morning routine in a bag. Thankfully she didn't need to use the hospital bottle before heading out. She always tried to hold it in until she got to work since the bathroom was in the common room for taken over. Her neighbor Groska was an angel for smuggling those out from the Senior Center she worked at.

With trash and her workbag in hand, Succora opened her Cube's door and dove into the throng of residents heading down a seemingly endless hallway. Timing her movement, she made a practiced throw into the floor's trash chute while avoiding the other thrown projectiles.

The stream of commuters pooled into large elevators at the end of hall. Meant to haul freight rather than the residents the building had been converted for. Injury was only a possibility near the edges and Succora had found herself closer to the center today.

Being disgorged from the elevators led to a collective mad dash towards her building's doors. Succora would turn around to admire the tacky attempt by the city to beautify the building's outside walls if she wasn't scrambling for whatever public or private transit was available. She managed to snag a standing position on a train with a stop a few blocks from where workplace. A reward for spending nights memorizing routes, logos, and indicators for the morning commute.

On a cracked HoloNet screen the morning headlines were scrolling across the bottom. Apparently Moff Hiral was vacating his position and the new one was arresting a bunch of people. Succora didn't care to read the rest. Not like the last change in leadership changed her life all the much. Maybe it will lead to an uptick of customers visiting for a short while to congratulate the new Moff at his welcome party.

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The passengers poured out of the train before the sparks even died down. A tide of flesh trying to disperse out into the street before the inevitable pull of onboarding passengers charged for the train. Succora had long since learned to traverse with the rhythm.

After dodging her way through pedestrians, speeders, and droids, Succora managed to make it to her job at the Drunken Manka Cat, a restaurant inside a low quality offworlder hotel. She entered through the worker's entrance so as not by seen by hotel's guests. Being seen inside the hotel was swift way to get punished by management.

Stopping by the employee lockers, Succora deposited her workbag, took out her decoy bag, and put it on top. She only hopes nothing gets stolen by the time she came back. They were not allowed to use locks after an employee was caught smuggling cutlery and spices out of the restaurant.

The final item on Succora's morning routine list was a visit to the restaurant's refresher before they opened. Staring into the smudged mirror let her notice and fix anything out of place from her travel to work. Succora slapped her cheeks to give herself an appealing blush before setting out to survive another shift.

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Tourism brings a lot of rich folks to a place, it doesn't necessarily make the folks in that place rich. Especially if said place has large amounts of inequality. Some planetary rulers (like I imagine Moff Tarry) just don't invest into infrastructure the amount Las does. Byavoes City represents the darker side of having tourism as your main industry while investing into the city's more permanent residents is ignored over a long period.

I think the average Ugean probably has better living standards than the average Dubrillionian despite the vast gap in age of settlement and the ridiculous luxury of the latter's upper class. Inspiration for Succora's horrendous living conditions comes from Cyberpunk RED's lifestyle system descriptions. Her Cube Hotel room is a very compact 1.7 meter by 1.7 meter by 1.7 meter room. A Night City style Megabuilding could fit in well in a populous Outer Rim planet known for high rise cities and servicing offworld tourists.

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Fedrat????

Well… as long as you aren't part of the combine I can forgive that, most of the factions in bateltech are equally terrible. Except for the combine, fuck the dragon with a ubenmech.

Also do you not like auto cannons who doesn't like auto cannons!

Anway, the new moff cracks down on corruption if that's a good thing or not remains to be seen. Is he even stealing anything? Or just using his own wages for his figure bolthold he's never actually going to use.
 
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King Crab my beloved. Also, the FedRats suck major balls, and I will die on that hill.
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Fedsun aren't bad, capellan c*bleep*ts are the worst. Morally they literally have a slave cast and practically they have no big mech production. Why play slaver with no assault mek when you can play Fun German with lance of atlas of king crabs or the true best faction rasalhague?
 
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1.8 ABY

I watched as repulsorlifts worth of server racks and computers were carted out of the capital building on Dubrillion.

The building itself was an immense, ostentatious thing, built in the classic brutalist style of the Empire but adorned with gold and marble and all sorts of other things after the fact. Towering above the rest of the city not by sitting on a hill or cliff, but by simply being built far taller and wider than any other. So many towers jutted from the base it almost felt like a castle.

To me, it was useless. Sure, the size I can understand to an extent, a sector is a large thing to administer and it requires a great deal of manpower and space to do things. But the gold? The dozen story tall cloth banners with the Imperial Sigil?

Wack.

"The technicians report that it'll take them a few days to check all the servers for bugs and plants. The analysts say it'll take them at least a few months to go through all the files to check for inconsistencies." Said Garp, the secretary sitting to my side, tall even when sitting.

Lucky for him they had a repulsor transport with such a tall roof. Muun's man, they ain't like the Kaminoan's but damn do they seem to be 6 '5 on the shorter side.

The two of us were sitting in the back of a transport, watching the entire ordeal go down. I was already here to meet with General Yulitra Zantara, leader of the Army in the sector. And decided it would be interesting to stop and watch this for a bit.

"Also sir, I've got a list of my recommended replacements ready, sir." He continued, handing my his PDA.

I started scrolling as I spoke. "Well, so long as their non-"

"-human, right?" Garp answered cheekily, a smirk on his face.

I sent him a friendly glare. "I was going to say non-standard Imperial, ass. It's not my fault all my secretaries end up being non-humans."

"Some might say it's a…preference of sorts, sir."

I huff. "Really? How does that explain you?"

"You're an open minded man, I hear."
"The only thing attractive about you is your fashion sense, Garp. You're going to die single." I reply, crossing off a few candidates. Good education, but no real life experience. Need someone more well rounded, since this isn't just a basic secretary job.

"Then I will die well dressed, sir. Better than being buried smelling like hot chocolate." He snarks, preparing three cups for us from the little sidebar in the vehicle. One for my hot chocolate, one for his tea, and one for the BBQ sauce Mugwuffin likes sipping on. Sometimes I forget she has opposable thumbs until she picks up a fucking book.

I put on a snotty, spoiled accent. "Well, it's clear to me you lack the taste needed to understand the true complexities of Core delicacies."

"Aren't you from Eriadu? In the Outer Rim?"

"Close enough." I say, before pausing at what I saw on the PDA. "Is that…a Hutt?"

"Oh, you got to him. Yes, that is Khaduss Wir. He's a young Hutt from a smaller family who decided to run away and make something of himself. Quite competent from what I saw."

"Hmmm…maybe. Not sure he'd fit everywhere though, which would be a problem." Regardless of the size problem, I put him on the interview list alongside a few other promising candidates.

Eventually we arrived at the General's office, situated in the planet's garrison. It's a large building, though it's clear that this building is large because it needs to be.

Stepping inside, flanked by my own bodyguards, I walk through the halls of the building. The lack of reception would be considered an insult to most Imperials if not for the fact that I hadn't made an appointment.

My rank pips ensure that every trooper and officer steps out of our way, giving a quick salute. Myrthos's visage makes the rest move out of fear. It's odd to think of them as scary, considering I've watched them lose a match of dejarik so badly I thought they were cursed.

Ife is just that good at the game.

Eventually, we reached the Generals office. Just as I'm about to knock, as is polite, the door rips open, the General in the doorway trying to leave.

We both stop awkwardly. Her with one foot outside the door, me with my fist raised to knock.

Fuck, this is awkward.

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1.8 ABY
Dubrillion
General Yulitra Zantara

Waking up that morning had been far more stressful than normal. Because the first report she got when getting out of bed was that the Moff had ordered the arrests of dozens of high level administrators and hundreds of mid level ones.

She'd expected the new Moff to clean house and install his own people, but this was more systemic, and clearly planned considering he had every position filled within a few hours.

Most politicians get their own people in office soon, but usually within the span of months not days.

Suffice to say, it was hectic. Yulitra could only wonder what this politician's game was.

And now? He was sitting across from her, in her office. No appointment was made, no calls to warn her.

He'd simply shown up, and handed her a drive.

"My next plan, General. I hope you can see the appeal." The Moff told her calmly, eyes seeming to bore into her soul. The scar didn't help. It cut through his face, and made him seem older than he was.

"I certainly can, Moff Mola." And wasn't that the truth. The plan he'd handed her was in its initial stages at best, but was clearly a comprehensive one.

Another purge. This time of the Navy and Army in the sector of all corrupt officials. Only, this time the purge was far, far larger. And as such required far more time spent gathering information and positioning assets. All the while ensuring the corrupt elements didn't learn of the operation or caused too much damage with their side activities.

It was time consuming, exhaustive, and overall the largest anti-corruption project she'd ever seen in the sector.

"It's why I've come to you today, General. Your counterpart in the Navy is already working on this, and I'd like you to do the same. If you have any need for additional resources, feel free to ask." He continued.

Looking up from her terminal, she scrutinized him. How did he stand to gain was the question at the forefront of her mind. This was the Empire. They were all out for something.

"And how would replacements be chosen? Simple promotions would fill gaps but leave many positions filled by those not yet ready for the responsibility. Or simply open to further corruption." She asked, probing him.

"Well, it's only mentioned in the later portion of the files but during the investigative phase it is crucial that replacements be identified beforehand, and must meet or exceed specific competency requirements, so as to be able to step into their new roles with little delay or problems, and no corruption. I leave it up to you and yours to decide who to choose, so long as they meet the requirements."

Scrolling down quickly to said requirements, her eyes darted over them. They were clearly well made, accounting for not just rank but proven expertise in dealing with specific situations, such as high stress encounters, workload overflow, and experience managing teams. With the corruption safe-guards being even better.

None would end up forcing her to choose only those he allowed, unless he managed to replace every competent person in the military with his own agents.

As she looked up, she realized he was already leaving.

"It's been a pleasure, General, but I've seen what I need to see. Please, keep in touch. My people will be reaching out shortly."

As the door opened and he slipped out, she called out one last time, a single question burning in her mind.

"Why tell me? As General, shouldn't I be under the most suspicion?"

As the door began to close, he said one last thing.

"Because you're a good person, Yulitra."

With the door shut, she was left alone in her office, only the sound of air blowing through the vent to accompany her.

Her eyes drifted to her wall, where a regulation size Imperial flag was placed, pressed and perfect. Alone against the durasteel

It hadn't always been there. Instead, a shelf had adorned the wall, medals lined up in a row. A small screen scrolling by the number of every soldier lost under her command. A flag hanging down.

She'd been quietly told to remove it, decades ago.

No Republic symbols allowed.

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1.8 ABY

'Your a good person'? Am I stupid? What kind of cheesy, corny ass fucking response was that!?

I resist the urge to slam my face into my palms as I step back into the hovercar. It had been a quick reaction to an unexpected question. I didn't have time to think!

And what was I supposed to tell her? That I know she's trustworthy because of extensive investigations into her background and personal life? Fuck no!

Unaware or uncaring of my desire to be forgotten by the world, Garp starts speaking once we enter the car.

"Sir, there seems to be a development on Minda. It seems a great deal of individuals have arrived on Accordia to seek your presence, sir."

What?

"What? Did I piss someone off?"

Garp looks at me as if I'm stupid. I'm not stupid!

Amusement

Shut up!

"It seems so, sir. Around five hundred or so higher ranked individuals across the sector have gone to the capital of the Minda system in order to speak with you. Most seem to be displeased with your recent purge, sir."

At first, I thought it was just another headache, before I realized the opportunity before me. If they came to complain about a purge of corrupt officials, how likely was it that they were corrupt themselves?

"Alert the security forces to ensure none of them leave the city or planet. I want them investigated for any connections to those removed in the purge. Oh, and have their reasons for visiting compiled and sent to me. I want to see if there's anything worth addressing."

Garp smiled. "Of course, sir. Also, two more things. The quota for the HoloNet relays and hyperspace transceivers has come in. They are both within the projected budget. And your Corellian spiced chocolate has arrived and is in your office."

"Thank you." First of all, FUCK YEAH!

I have been waiting MONTHS for that chocolate. It's only available in the Corellian system, using milk from a specific type of cattle found nowhere else, and mixed with local in system herbs to create what has been described as the "taste of Corellian freedom!", at least before the Empire made them change it to "Corellian industry" instead. And it cost me nearly four months of saving my wages for this one shipment.

Thankfully being an Imperial employee means housing, food and clothing for free, so as long as I keep my personal expenses low I can afford stuff like this once in a while.

As for the hyperspace stuff, it was simple. Knowing that I would be Moff meant that I needed to improve the sector. And one of the best ways to do that is information flow.

HoloNet relays and the hyperspace transceivers used to tie them together were an obvious improvement. Most of the ones out here were old, and the Net didn't cover the entire sector. There were many, many systems that had to rely on subspace emitters, which could only contact nearby systems.

My hope was that with better communication in place, things could get done quicker, better and overall have life be less of a pain in the ass.

And if the connection happened to be wiretapped, well that's the Empire. Hopefully those slaver bastards would be dumb enough to use the system. Though they likely had their own systems in place.

Regardless, the project was based on a projected budget only, as were other sector-wide infrastructure projects. This was because the actual annual budget the sector had was still up for debate.

The precise amounts that were embezzled over the years, not to mention how many Governors were and are committing tax fraud. So any budget was based on assumptions. Not how I preferred to operate, but I worked with what I had

Eventually the hovercar made it back to the shuttle, and we were off.

Sitting down in the shuttles lounge, I retrieved my PDA and started notetaking. It was something I'd picked up recently, as it helped me get my thoughts in order.

Mostly, I used it to note down the details I saw of how the Empire functioned. Politically, economically, and more. All a part of a personal project of mine.

As I studied more and more politics and economics, I took it upon myself to assign myself homework. Study practice of sorts.

Aside from just doing publicly available university tests, I decided to try writing something. Like an essay almost, or a treatise. Though that makes it sound fancier than it is. It's just a collection of what I've noticed about how the empire functions, and more importantly how it fails, which it does far too often.

Once the ship leaves the atmosphere, I look up towards the window.

As is tradition to me by now, I watch as the ship jumps to hyperspace.

Space. It never gets old.

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Yo. Did all my history work in one sitting and my hands decided they had to keep typing. So here we are. A little longer than usual. And get this, I actually rewrote a section instead of going with the first draft! Truly, I am advancing as a writer. If only I could apply this to my college essays.

Also realized I know all of jackshit about space based sector wide infrastructure. I kept trying to come up with shit that Las could build and all I could think of was the fucking phone lines. Though to be honest Admiral Felire over on SpaceBattles has been mentioning this one for a while so that's probably why.
 
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At first, I thought it was just another headache, before I realized the opportunity before me. If they came to complain about a purge of corrupt officials, how likely was it that they were corrupt themselves?

"Alert the security forces to ensure none of them leave the city or planet. I want them investigated for any connections to those removed in the purge. Oh, and have their reasons for visiting compiled and sent to me. I want to see if there's anything worth addressing."
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Two birds one stone, extra corrupt individuals about to be captured ;)
 
Well Mofs in the later empire are essentially sector Kings right? That means his goal should be proping up and giving opportunities for the planets in his sector. Comms is big and good project to start. Iirc lot of the business with the empire was essentially planned economy. Work with the guild for safety and manufacturing standards. As a moff he should be able to bring in lots of outside info. Tariffs and taxes, price ceilings for foodstuffs, medical etc. Subsidies! Leveraging the big picture for efficiency and synergy. Stuff like that. Commerce waystations.
 
Always a treat when a new chapter drops and we get to watch our boy cause a new ruckus. I come bearing the following typos:

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I started scrolling as I spoke. "Well, so long as their non-"

"-human, right?" Garp answered cheekily, a smirk on his face.
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I started scrolling as I spoke. "Well, so long as they're non-"

"-human, right?" Garp answered cheekily, a smirk on his face.
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'Your a good person'? Am I stupid? What kind of cheesy, corny ass fucking response was that!?
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'You're a good person'? Am I stupid? What kind of cheesy, corny ass fucking response was that!?
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Not how I preferred to operate, but I worked with what I had

Eventually the hovercar made it back to the shuttle, and we were off.
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Not how I preferred to operate, but I worked with what I had.

Eventually the hovercar made it back to the shuttle, and we were off.
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"It seems so, sir. Around five hundred or so higher ranked individuals across the sector have gone to the capital of the Minda system in order to speak with you. Most seem to be displeased with your recent purge, sir."
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Damn at this rate we're going to run out of Darwin awards to hand out
 
Ah, the personal project that will see him become Imperial Regent after Endor? Because everyone else is either a rebel, incompetent or caught with their proverbial pants down. Or they're dead.
 
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The Good General.
Who saw friends and comrades fall.
Where honors for the fallen were forcibly set aside by a cruel, cold system.
Enter the Just Moff, calling out to the slumbering hero within her.
Excited to see this one rise amidst the anti-corruption campaign.

Ah, nice.
The 500 shall be a great example.
Oh yes, verily.
The Force provides, my dear Moff!
 
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Aside from just doing publicly available university tests, I decided to try writing something. Like an essay almost, or a treatise. Though that makes it sound fancier than it is. It's just a collection of what I've noticed about how the empire functions, and more importantly how it fails, which it does far too often.
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He is about to become Space Martin Luther AND write The Galactic Napoleonic Code.
 
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