Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[hacerpc330]

As for when the whiny rebel second in command destroyed that huge dreadnought, there actually was an explanation for it that explains why it can't really be replicated. Hell, I think I remember the explanation being found in the comments here in this very fic. Long story short, Hyperdrive systems rely on a process of locking onto the 'mass shadows' in Hyperspace, basically the masses of gravity so large that they spill over into hyperspace so they can be detected and used for navigation to avoid the risk of just flying into something. The dreadnought in question made use of an extremely powerful and experimental computing system that essentially gave itself an artificial mass shadow, which the lady was able to lock onto. Even the Death Star didn't quite have that to lock onto, which is why it only seemed to work in this instance. Though I don't recall exactly HOW she figured this out to discover it could work, and I'm pretty sure I'm not explaining it perfectly.

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Sorry for not answering earlier. I was reading a pretty cute Sailor Moon fanfic.

And honestly, this is probably one of the most infuriating things about the entire Disney Star Wars era.

The fact that they immediately went with "Nope, this can never happen again, forget about it" is such a massive waste of potential. They had an event that literally showed a single ship destroying an entire fleet of gigantic, supposedly unstoppable warships — and instead of exploring the consequences, they just threw it away like it was some random accident.

Why?

Why would you NOT make this the turning point of the galaxy?

A much better story would be:

• The rebels witness a weapon that literally annihilates an entire fleet of super-ships.
• They discover that the Empire has more of these planet-killing monsters.
• One faction desperately tries to stop these ships before they can reach populated worlds.
• Another faction starts reverse-engineering the maneuver because they realize they have just found the ultimate anti-capital-ship weapon.
• The first group fails to stop the enemy fleet.
• The second group succeeds and creates a weapon capable of fighting these nearly unstoppable ships.
• The rebels launch their campaign and immediately destroy half of the enemy fleet.
• The remaining ships panic because they are no longer untouchable.
• Their only order becomes: "Evacuate."

Now you have an actual galaxy-scale conflict.

The next movies could have been about hunting down the last 1–3 super-ships that can appear anywhere in the galaxy and destroy planets before anyone can react. Suddenly, Jedi become important again because the Force gives them precognition, allowing them to predict where these ships might strike.

That would have been an actual continuation of the story.

But no. Apparently, the idea of consequences was too much to ask for. They created one of the coolest tactical possibilities in Star Wars and then immediately buried it because they didn't want to deal with the implications.

And if we have to work with what we got, my solution would be even simpler: hyperdrive missiles.

Self-guided micro-rockets with their own hyperdrives, launched from ships or hidden platforms, could turn space warfare completely upside down. We already saw the concept of small ships with hyperdrives, like TIE fighters in the Disney films.

Basically, combine modern long-range missiles, submarines and stealth technology — but in space.

Now you have ships that can strike from impossible distances, disappear before retaliation, and threaten even the largest fleets. That would make warfare in Star Wars completely different and honestly far more interesting.

 

[OrderedOrb]

Sorry for not answering earlier. I was reading a pretty cute Sailor Moon fanfic.

And honestly, this is probably one of the most infuriating things about the entire Disney Star Wars era.

The fact that they immediately went with "Nope, this can never happen again, forget about it" is such a massive waste of potential. They had an event that literally showed a single ship destroying an entire fleet of gigantic, supposedly unstoppable warships — and instead of exploring the consequences, they just threw it away like it was some random accident.

Why?

Why would you NOT make this the turning point of the galaxy?

A much better story would be:

• The rebels witness a weapon that literally annihilates an entire fleet of super-ships.
• They discover that the Empire has more of these planet-killing monsters.
• One faction desperately tries to stop these ships before they can reach populated worlds.
• Another faction starts reverse-engineering the maneuver because they realize they have just found the ultimate anti-capital-ship weapon.
• The first group fails to stop the enemy fleet.
• The second group succeeds and creates a weapon capable of fighting these nearly unstoppable ships.
• The rebels launch their campaign and immediately destroy half of the enemy fleet.
• The remaining ships panic because they are no longer untouchable.
• Their only order becomes: "Evacuate."

Now you have an actual galaxy-scale conflict.

The next movies could have been about hunting down the last 1–3 super-ships that can appear anywhere in the galaxy and destroy planets before anyone can react. Suddenly, Jedi become important again because the Force gives them precognition, allowing them to predict where these ships might strike.

That would have been an actual continuation of the story.

But no. Apparently, the idea of consequences was too much to ask for. They created one of the coolest tactical possibilities in Star Wars and then immediately buried it because they didn't want to deal with the implications.

And if we have to work with what we got, my solution would be even simpler: hyperdrive missiles.

Self-guided micro-rockets with their own hyperdrives, launched from ships or hidden platforms, could turn space warfare completely upside down. We already saw the concept of small ships with hyperdrives, like TIE fighters in the Disney films.

Basically, combine modern long-range missiles, submarines and stealth technology — but in space.

Now you have ships that can strike from impossible distances, disappear before retaliation, and threaten even the largest fleets. That would make warfare in Star Wars completely different and honestly far more interesting.

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Honestly, introducing greater usage of missile and recoilless weaponry would be an interesting addition. I'm a sucker for space battles with REAL long range options instead of cosmic knife fights. A salvo of ion torpedoes would basically shut even a larger ship down completely. Although I'll admit the coolest possible addition would be the introduction of stealth ships that could also make micro scale hyperspace jumps for precise and deadly hit and run attacks. I could just imagine a proverbial 'wolfpack' of Carracks jumping in and out of a battle with Imperial ships that includes at least one ISD. A deadly game of cat and mouse where they come in to hit the larger ship with a few quick strikes to key systems before retreating and coordinating for the next strike. And the ISD would have to try and predict what the wolfpack will do next and which systems they will target, attempting to plan their countermeasures accordingly.

Basically like the movie Greyhound. IN SPACE!

Plus, I will never stop wanting the Carrack to have more prominence. It is quite possibly, pound for pound, the most versatile and potent warship in Star Wars. Easily one of my favorites alongside the likes of the Gladiator.

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-16

Marcus Osei
September 30th, 3025
Solaris VII

The matches weren't going to be enough.

As we walked away from the fifth match of the month, victorious once more, that simple fact had been made clear to me.

"Commander Osei! A moment, please! Do you have anything to say about the FedCom marriage you predict?"

"It will lack a good foundation and die within a generation." I said offhandly, weaving past the reporters with practiced ease. They were getting more persistent, and I noticed they were cutting my rug advertisements from the footage in post. No reason to talk to them, then.

If I wanted that Triumph, I would need to sell the Condor and then raise an extra 800 million C-Bills. These matches didn't pay enough for that.

"Commander Osei! You recently just beat Peter Armstrong and his lance, a known contender for Gray Norton's title! How does it feel?"

"It was an honor and a privilege" I replied in monotone, not even stopping to look into the camera as I finally escaped the crowd of reporters and got into the car.

Betting on ourselves, as the rules allowed, wasn't half bad. Our most recent match won us nearly 12 million C-Bills, given our opponent was some bigshot who everyone expected to win. The problem is that people didn't like that we kept winning.

They liked 'Mechs punching each other, not 'Mechs getting disassembled by infantry they can't see.

Not to mention the Bartoli Mafia family, alongside various companies and stables, were starting to send 'polite' messages. As much as I really wanted to keep competing just to stick it to them, it would just end with a bomb in my ship's engine. So, I had to find other ways to cover the remaining 80 million or so.

"What if we draw from this year's profit?" I asked Amara, referring to New Polaris.

"Unfortunately those funds are being diverted towards the build up of the new Mechdur based facilities."

I rubbed my forehead in annoyance. The Triumph was right there! Right before me, a prize waiting to be snatched up. One I might have to give up on.

"However, we have received a contract offer. A Commonwealth liaison contacted us for a defense job on Zaniah III."

I looked the contract over on my noteputer, and boy was it an interesting one.

Apparently, the world of Zaniah III was expecting a FWL raid soon. And after seeing our Solaris performances, they looked up our MRB record and decided we'd make a decent enough defensive company.

But the strange thing was the details. Not only was the pay better, some 6 million a month compared to our usual rate of around 4 million, but the salvage deal was really good. 50% of salvage value is really good.

Admittedly, employers tend to prefer exchange salvage over shared salvage, since they get to keep everything instead of whatever the mercs didn't want, so terms tend to be a little better. But 50% for a company with such a short record?

They must be really desperate.

–
Leon Heinrich
Zaniah III
August 24th, 3025

The Spears of Altair were odd, and that was saying something coming from him.

Leon had worked as an agent of the Department of Military Intelligence for nearly ten years, and half of that time had been spent specifically working with mercenaries.

Sellswords were a rowdy lot, but as the Dragoons had proved time and again, they could hold many secrets. Marcus Osei could very well be doing the same, as no reporter had managed to get an explanation of how he knew of the marriage arrangement.

Hell, Leon hadn't known until he'd been keyed into this operation. So how did some random periphery merc know?

So, they sent out a contract to the Spears, perfect for getting them right here. If they knew too much, things could be swung so that Osei 'died in battle' while they swept him away to a dark room somewhere. If not, then they paid extra for some defenses.

But Leon was starting to doubt if the FWL raiding forces would get close enough to the city for that.

Specifically, he started to doubt it when he realized how many mines the Spears were setting.

"...could you repeat that number for me Commander?"

"1247."

"Is all of that needed?"

Commander Marcus Osei, who technically should be a Major considering he commanded a little over a Battalion, turned to face him.

"Of course it is. The best kind of kill is overkill."

"...I see." And in a way, he did. The minefield was very well placed and covered a very wide area.

The Spears had been contracted to defend a manufacturing complex a dozen miles from the capital city of Starboro. To be specific, the Spears were defending the complex's flank.

The complex itself would be defended by Snords Irregulars, who Leon was glad to not be the liaison of, given their eccentric reputation.

Much of this flank was heavily forested outside of the large clearing around the junction the Spears were stationed at. Any competent raiding force would recognize this as a trap, courtesy of such an easy landing so close to the complex, and land further out. Then they would walk into the minefield.

"This is Platoon 8, site Gamma is finished." The voice crackled through the radio.

"Good work. Check with the others and see if they need help, if not RTB." Replied the Commander as he marked something down on the map before him.

"What are you setting up out there?"

"Some camouflaged terraces." Osei said, turning away to retrieve some sort of ration pack from the microwave. The kind of thing infantry eat.

"I'm not quite sure I follow." Leon replied, looking back towards the map and noting the markers placed further out from their position.

"These five" Osei pointed with one hand, while the other held his plate. "These are the spots we're certain they'll land in. Anywhere else is either too far or too packed with trees." He took a bite of his ration pack, and Leon had to admit it smelled fairly good.

Better than the slop he'd eaten during his time as a groundpounder. Seems mercs got all the perks.

"We're setting up wooden terraces in most of these, and covering them in sensor absorbent netting. So the incoming dropships will ping the ground and see that the terrain is uneven, but not much more than that. They'll assume it's just rocky terrain and move to one of the other spots we've left open instead."

"And those spots you've left open?"

Osei grinned at him. "We stuffed the ground full of bombs, of course!"

–

Thomas Antria
Zaniah III
August 30th, 3025

Corporal Thomas Antria couldn't quite sit still within the cockpit of his Flea, fidgeting constantly.

It wasn't as though he was green or anything, he'd seen action against pirates and some defenses against Lyran raids. But no matter how many times he fought, he could never stop the jitters that wracked him before a battle.

The world shook around him as the FWLS Howling Marik fired its thrusters in the descent. It was so loud the roar reverberated through everything in the ship, into his mech, and straight into the space behind his eyes.

Some closed their eyes for this part. Others counted sheep. On occasion you found those who found it oddly calming.

For Thomas, he reviewed mission intel.

They were dropping five kilometers from the objective, which was some two kilometers off where they needed to be because all the good landing spots closer were either obvious traps or covered in rocks.

Upon landing they'd punch through the junction which held the closest bridge across the river. Though to call it a river was polite, give the inhabitants of this world had been expanding irrigation channels from the ocean so much some rivers were some 5 kilometers across.

Then, they'd flank the objectives defenders while two other companies of the 10th Marik Milita fought them head on.

Their goal was simple. Steal as much as they could and torch the rest. Standard, as far as these things went.

Eventually, the Howling Marik landed planetside. He could feel the metal beast sink a few feet into the ground, as Dropships tended to do on anything other than properly prepared pavement.

"Alright people" said his Lt, "get those engines running, we've got a–"

The shockwave threw both his 'Mech and him back, his head slamming into the back of his helmet as the world became only light and sound.

It took a few seconds for him to regain clarity and notice that something was off. Past the smoke, and fire, and alarms ringing everywhere.

The Howling Marik was tilted.

It took nearly twenty minutes for the company to organize itself and assess the damage.

Apparently, there had been explosives hidden beneath the landing site. After detonating, it had not only sunk the Howling Marik deeper, but tilted the entire thing.

Thankfully, one door was still able to be opened, unlike the others which were too buried in dirt.

Of course, it was the Recon lances door. His door.

He felt the grinding of the rails above him as his mech was turned outwards to face the bay door, the clamps releasing soon after.

"Once we're out there, I want a patrol perimeter! We've gotta know what we're dealing with and give the others time to move their mechs to the working door!" The Lt was clearly stressed, yelling more than he usually did. Unexpected things did that to the Lt, but he always stayed rational. It was why Thomas liked him more than other Lt's he'd had.

The doors hydraulics hissed like snakes as the titanic metal slab fell forward, sunlight flooding through the breach.

His lance started to step forward, the Lt's Spider taking point, when something bloomed on his thermal imaging.

"Enemy fire!" was all he managed before chaos erupted once more.

Another explosion, because he hadn't had enough of those, rocked the ship. This time, the explosion happened right before him, a missile striking right next to the Lt.

Then another, and another, and another.

Each one sending shockwaves through the structure, each missile, despite not seeming to do any real damage, slamming him against his own cockpit.

Thomas slammed his head into the sides of the cockpit again and again and again as each missile struck, pain blooming each time until eventually, darkness took him.

–

Leon Heinrich

"...and it seems to me, Captain, that you and yours have just suffered a great deal of concussions, correct? Lets be honest with one another. Your not in any condition to fight, and the only way to do that is to get people into that mechbay to replace your losses, assuming you have people for that. And if you try that, we'll fire more. If you try to close that bay door, we'll fill that bay with white phosphorous, meaning no one gets in or out for hours without burning to a crisp."

The man on the other end of the radio was silent for a while, before his voice returned. "Fine. I am Captain Richard Pick of the Third Company, Second Battalion, Tenth Marik Militia, operating under the authority of the Captain-General and Parliament of the Free Worlds League."
"To the commander of the mercenary forces. Under the provisions of the Ares Conventions, I am declaring a formal cessation of hostilities. My command has powered down active targeting systems and is standing by on auxiliary power. We offer our surrender in exchange for honorable quarter, medical treatment for our wounded, and the standard terms of ransom as recognized by the Mercenary Review Board and the interstellar accords."

Osei grinned. "Understood, Captain Pick. My people will be there shortly to take custody of you and yours. Rest assured, we guarantee access to medical treatment and honorable quarter for the duration of your stay with us, though I cannot speak for my employer."

The negotiations, if one could call them that, lasted a few minutes more before Osei put the radio down with a satisfied smile.

Leon couldn't help but ask. "Commander, what exactly did you use to get them to surrender? I know you said you had hidden infantry missile units in the woods around the landing site, but LRMs, hell, Infernos couldn't do that."

"Thermobarics." Responded Osei.

Leon had to wrack his brain for a bit, feeling as though the word was familiar. Eventually his mind latched onto a half remembered fact from his days at the Academy.

"Thats…an ancient weapon, yes? Some kind of chemical weapon?"

"Techically, in that a chemical reaction is used, but not in the legal sense. Legally they are just an explosive. A vacuum bomb it's called."

"Why's that?" He didn't really want to know, it sounded awful, but the military life was full of such things, and he had a job to do.

"Sucks the air right out of someone's lungs before it kills them. It also creates massive overpressure waves that send shockwaves so strong it can pulverize a person into meat. Gave all those 'Mechwarriors' concussions I bet, what with the shockwaves bouncing around in the enclosed space of a Dropship."

Leon had no real response to that, because his mind had begun racing. This was an opportunity! If this weapon wasn't truly in use anymore, then he could be the one to suggest it! It might just get him the promotion he needs to get off this frontline duty and into a more comfortable desk on Tharkad!

But first, he had to find out more about these mercs other weapons! They could have more hidden tricks.

"And the white phosphorus?"

"Ah, now that's a chemical." Responded Osei, flicking through files on a noteputer. "Burns real hot, gets in the skin, in your blood, keeps burning. Not for an hour, no, just about 7 minutes or so, but I was betting the Captain wouldn't know."

"That's…an unusual tactic, Commander. Does it ever get you into any trouble?"

"No, I've had no need to use it yet. It's an exceptionally brutal thing unfit for use in most places simply because of the potential collateral. That stuff stays in the soil you know, and can reactivate years later on accident. Also, use it too much and people tend to get angry about it."

Leon hummed. "I see, Commander. Your as brusque as your interviews suggested."

Here Osei looked up at him in confusion. "What interviews? I've never given any interviews?"

"The reporters on Solaris, asking questions. Almost like an interview, no?"

He sighed. "I suppose. At first it was kind of like one, since I stuck around to answer questions, but then they all just starting asking questions that had nothing to do with the matches or my rugs and so I started ignoring them."

"Ah, the FedCom marriage thing, yes?" Leon felt like cleaning his tongue out with soap after saying FedCom. To have the Commonwealth reduced to the endpart of the name was the cherry on top the bowl of insults the Suns had heaped onto them.

"You heard of it?" He asked.

"Of course. Its been quite the talking point in the office. Many are wondering why you think that?"

"Its obvious!" Marcus threw his hands into the air. "Their nobles! Nobles love selling their kids off into arranged marriages with predatory age gaps for power! Nobles can't have normal alliances and tie their nations together with normal things like economics, politics, culture, society, etc…no, they need blood ties for some reason!"

"Ah…I see." Was that…was that it? He'd figured it out solely because of his distaste for the nobility?

Leons mind lept ahead in speed, categorizing the facts before him as was his duty. Osei is from the Concordat, periphery, other side of the Sphere. The chances of him being a TMI agent isn't impossible, but it is incredibly unlikely TMI has agents of high enough clearance to have known about the marriage. So either Osei got the information another way, which would've been very difficult given the marriage was a very closely guarded secret before Osei started talking, or…

He's telling the truth.

Leon wanted to slam his face into a wall. Weeks of research, preparations, coordination. He had saboteurs and kill teams at the ready, just waiting for confirmation that Osei was a spy to swoop in and do what they did best. And it had all been for nothing?

Well, there was the vacuum bomb thing, but that wasn't small compared to catching who was suspected to be a really big spy!

Before he could spiral further, the radio crackled once more.

"This is Cranston Snord. These Marik sons-of-bitches are doing some real damage! Ya'll got any reinforcements to spare?"

–

Weird place to end it but I can't think of anything else its too early in the morning. As for thermobarics I figure the overpressure wave, known to be second only to nukes, might not breach armor, but will make some nasty ass shockwaves in an enclosed space and knock a pilot out.

And no, thermobarics aren't mysteriously not used by anyone in the setting, I just figure its not super common in ground warfare, maybe as bomber ordnance but not fired from or at mechs. Though Infernos, being an aerosol, prove that the tech exists.

-Freefaller

 

[Ethertank]

Hey free I think you posted on the wrong thread

 

[LollipoPReapeR]

Wrong thread @Freefaller

 

[Collectors]

I was worried reading this that I had missed a lot of plot, but no it's just opened my eyes to new literature. If a bit misplaced a good chapter anyway!

 

[Solconbur]

Now someone's gotta do a Marcus Osein into star wars omake.

 

[Stelarwand030]

It's the right thread. We have Mechs.

 

[Nofeth]

I don't recognize this?

 

[Nisiris]

Now someone's gotta do a Marcus Osein into star wars omake.

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So... white phosphorus against Jedi?

Guy would be declared Sith even without drop of Force in his body.

Biological/Chemical war against these space wizards with glowing sticks!

 

[GiganEtherax]

Now someone's gotta do a Marcus Osein into star wars omake.

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Ahh yes an Imperial commander¹ who insists on using outdated Clone War era tanks (mainly CIS and the few Republic ones) instead of modern walkers

¹Star wars doesn't really do mercenary groups like BTech and the Rebels don't use walkers so they won't fit thematically

 

[Nisiris]

Ahh yes an Imperial commander¹ who insists on using outdated Clone War era tanks (mainly CIS and the few Republic ones) instead of modern walkers

¹Star wars doesn't really do mercenary groups like BTech and the Rebels don't use walkers so they won't fit thematically

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Which is quite strange when you think about it, big galaxy full of dangers, constant shadow wars overlooked from inner space, that galaxy is ripe ground for mercy bands, not speaking about the fact that in that galaxy is quite easy to get hold of ship for transport...

Republic is known for overlooking outer space, something that should give birth to healthy merc bands, and not just mandos or head hunters.

 

[DeviantSix]

I don't recognize this?

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It's meant to be an update for one of Freefaller's other stories, a Battletech SI called "The Human Element (Literally)"

 

[SomeCool_HonourableKnight]

Wrong thread bro

 

[Ferreae]

It's meant to be an update for one of Freefaller's other stories, a Battletech SI called "The Human Element (Literally)"

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Thank you for this info. I quite enjoy Freefaller's story and didn't know he wrote another.
Now i've more to read~

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Wrong story, but thank for the chapter, new story to read now

 

[Lunaloyalist]

Looking forward to reading this in the proper thread.

 

[HyrulerSage]

Man. The confusion was real.

 

[Wratus]

@Freefaller wrong story man

 

[frozone]

They prob posted this while sleep deprived, author will fix when they wake up

 

[GiganEtherax]

Which is quite strange when you think about it, big galaxy full of dangers, constant shadow wars overlooked from inner space, that galaxy is ripe ground for mercy bands, not speaking about the fact that in that galaxy is quite easy to get hold of ship for transport...

Republic is known for overlooking outer space, something that should give birth to healthy merc bands, and not just mandos or head hunters.

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Now I'm imagining an Hondo Ohnaka SI fic where the SI starts a PMC instead of a pirate group

 

[AdrianXIV]

Wrong thread bro

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That's almost certainly a reason why it's "Chapter 16", where next Chapter should be "Chapter 119"

 

[frozone]

Which is quite strange when you think about it, big galaxy full of dangers, constant shadow wars overlooked from inner space, that galaxy is ripe ground for mercy bands, not speaking about the fact that in that galaxy is quite easy to get hold of ship for transport...

Republic is known for overlooking outer space, something that should give birth to healthy merc bands, and not just mandos or head hunters.

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Well I looked up names of merc units and there were like 4 outside of the criminal mercs and the usual mando mercs and enchani

 

[Jao]

Leon Heinrich

"...and it seems to me, Captain, that you and yours have just suffered a great deal of concussions, correct? Lets be honest with one another. Your not in any condition to fight, and the only way to do that is to get people into that mechbay to replace your losses, assuming you have people for that. And if you try that, we'll fire more. If you try to close that bay door, we'll fill that bay with white phosphorous, meaning no one gets in or out for hours without burning to a crisp."

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You're*

"Its obvious!" Marcus threw his hands into the air. "Their nobles! Nobles love selling their kids off into arranged marriages with predatory age gaps for power! Nobles can't have normal alliances and tie their nations together with normal things like economics, politics, culture, society, etc…no, they need blood ties for some reason!"

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They're*

"This is Cranston Snord. These Marik sons-of-bitches are doing some real damage! Ya'll got any reinforcements to spare?"

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Y'all*

 

[Bear Ribs]

Which is quite strange when you think about it, big galaxy full of dangers, constant shadow wars overlooked from inner space, that galaxy is ripe ground for mercy bands, not speaking about the fact that in that galaxy is quite easy to get hold of ship for transport...

Republic is known for overlooking outer space, something that should give birth to healthy merc bands, and not just mandos or head hunters.

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Star Wars narrative tends to revolve around either a single huge hegemony fighting a smaller rebel force, or two immense powers in a state of war. Often one becomes the other. Neither is well suited to mercenary operations.

Additionally Star Wars tends towards a strong black and white morality that doesn't pair well with mercenaries fighting for money. So while mercenaries exist, they only show up in the smaller stories and side pieces where scum and villainy prevail.

BattleTech in contrast has five superpowers and dozens of lesser states all in various stages of either fighting or maneuvering against each other so there's lots of constant brushfire wars for the mercenaries to take part in, and it's morality is closer to Game of Thrones in space rather than black and white morality. Often the guy fighting for pay is the morally superior choice.

 

[PotatOS2]

Nice battletech merged with starwars!

 

[Tankman585]

Real big shift in perspective to the battletech universe this chapter.

 

[Heidao]

Confused why it's ch16

Understood when I start hearing battletech words in my text to speech app.

 

[BanzEye]

…Yeah, think this is the wrong thread.

 

[Silverbullet]

I didn't even know he was doing a BT story? Link?