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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

To be fair, I had been tired throughout my entire tenure as Governor, and will likely continue to be so until I can make my grand escape.

4 years from now.
So Las is preparing for the long haul. Probably expecting waves of Rebel uprisings. Not that his people would actually support them.
Sale of TIE variants had increased a surprising amount, to the point that I was almost considering expanding operations. Almost being the key word here. With the whole Rothana business coming up, it would cause undue strain.
The issue of not having enough capital to spread around. The bane of most Outer Rim systems.
Grant was found. She was just sorta vibing in the Mindan training center. And by vibing, I mean absolutely demolishing the training droids we've got set up over there. Some old, highly advanced Commando droids from that first Seppie wreck we found. Can't use em as soldiers, optics are bad, but as training material?

First class.
Grant just has that RPG party member juice. Just casually being stronger than any human has a right to be. Commando droids were used to kill the Nightsisters on Dathomir.
Honestly, it was only their armor that ensured they weren't scrapped completely. Never knew human hands could dent fucking cortosis plating. Yeah, the super-rare near blaster proof cortosis.

Dented.
Melee is the way to get around cortosis. Most Jedi just get disoriented when their magic sword stops working and most troopers the same when their blaster doesn't do squat. Grant still is denting metal with her bare hands.
"Kaela! Look at me!" I'm louder this time, almost shouting, but it works. Her gaze snaps up to me. In the back of my mind, I realize this is the first time I've called her by her first name. Weird.
Probably the first time someone has called her by her first name since Alderaan blew up. Everyone else on this planet is too justifiably scared of her to do that.
It's at this point that she realizes that she's just had a major panic attack in front of her superior officer, which is probably the worst place to have one in the Empire.
Grant was verbally cornered by her superior after her homeworld blew up. Grant probably also has gotten word that the Empire has already started being "disappointed" by its other Alderaanian soldiers. So entirely understandable Grant would think she's next.
Before she leaves, she realizes she's still holding one of my mugs. My custom made, sleek as hell, practically thermos level mugs made of a deep black stone with flecks of purple within. The real nice ones. Cost me like 30 grand for a dozen, but it was so worth it.
2,500 credits a mug? For reference that's enough for a good blaster or a decent speeder used.
"Don't worry, just keep it." I say, waving my hand like it doesn't matter to me. Which it does. A lot. I make very little personal money, so it took like four months to save up for that fucking mug set.
Wait. Las is only paying himself 90,000 credits a year? Or I guess that's his budget for non-essentials and everything else goes into daily necessities or security.

Still that is very low for a planetary ruler let alone such a corrupt post as an Imperial governor. Heck some Republic rulers in this sector would balk at such a low personal budget.
"Thank you, sir."

I quirk an eyebrow at her, slightly confused. The fuck?

"What for?"

Now she's looking at me all confused. Which is an odd expression to see on her face.
Well that is Las' plan to fake his death shot. If he tries that Grant is going to happen to anyone he pins the blame on and anyone remotely related to them.
 
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Wait. Las is only paying himself 90,000 credits a year? Or I guess that's his budget for non-essentials and everything else goes into daily necessities or security.

Still that is very low for a planetary ruler let alone such a corrupt post as an Imperial governor. Heck some Republic rulers in this sector would balk at such a low personal budget.

Given the fact that the Empire is kinda a military dictatorship in all but name it is probably expected for Military Governors to have extra means of making money. Like confiscation of assets of suspected rebels. Chances are given his tales of escape ships and secret escape tunnels he probably just allocates a small portion of his salary for "luxuries".

To be honest you could probably argue that he is more fiscally responsible than a lot of the Democratically-elected Senators.
 
Thanks for the chapter. Great story as always.

Wonder who he will sleep with first? The commander, the fleet admiral, his twilek secretary/retire rebel, thr spy or the sith?
Can't wait, he will just freak out after the fact because it will somehow will ruin his escape plans
With everyone. He drank a little and had a little orgy.
 
MC is gonna be unwillingly forced into becoming the leader of the Imperial Remnant at this rate lmao.
He cant be worse than Daala, and Pellaeon...
I'm just waiting for Pallaeon to show up, to concentrate most of the Empire's sanity in a single system.
Yeah, Pellaeon would declare himself his most ardent follower ( too fast for our plucky protagonist to do the same to him ) so he can't be arsed to deal with all the idiots in the henhouse...

"Well played old man, well played!"
 
I'm just waiting for Pallaeon to show up, to concentrate most of the Empire's sanity in a single system.
Palleon crying in joy and anger over the fact he's finally found his civilian and economic focused counterpart but the fact that in the entirety of the empire he's only been able to find one person as rational and level headed as him
 
Corruption and mismanagement of government funds of his enemies want an easy excuse instead of having to manufacture one.
Eh catering and good furniture is a reasonable expense.

As long a he isn't ordering gungan filet and Endor oak desk it falls in the same realm of cafeteria food and office furniture
 
You know, if Las successfully fakes his death, half the Rebellion and Imperium are going to hunt down his "killers" Rebels for getting rid of the decent person they could work around who didn't abuse his people, and the Imperials because he was a good boy who did his job well and didn't plan to advance through killing his boss(IE a competent minion you can actually trust with a job not to backstab you)
 
Blood on the Mud New
Have another Omake. Wrote it around the same time as the last one, but didn't want to post both at once.

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Omake: Blood on the Mud

POV Sergeant Neca Bil of the Children of Atraken, Atraken, outside Labor Camp 214-B, 0 ABY

Ksssshhh…


The stormtrooper grasped at his helmet as Neca pinned him with her boot. If the hole in his visor and face dug by her climbing pick didn't do him in, then the biochemical agents in the world's atmosphere will finish the job. Good, let the dog choke on his master's failure.

"Alpha squad report."

Phase I Clone Armor emerged from the shadows carrying the helmets from the rest of the Enemy patrol. The sickly liquids still bubbling on the aged suits from the Death Typhoon raging outside. However you would be hard pressed to tell their origin at a glance.

Once pristine white plastoid had taken on the greenish brown only obtained from decades of mud and poison. What plates were no longer usable were exchanged for makeshift plates made from diehard shells. Their blaster resistant nature working for their hunters instead of against them.

ssshhhhh…

The sleek helmets had been jury rigged with heavy rebreathers harvested from the Enemy. Care taken with the modification not to allow any outside air to seep in.

Anything to maintain the body glove's atmospheric protection. What had once been an uncomfortable fit had turned into a second skin for them. Their coffins against the toxic atmosphere of their homeworld.

"What should we do with the corpses ma'am?"

ssshhhhh…

The glare from Private Grum was the newest addition to her squad's kit. Some new computer you could wear on your arm. A gift from their "mutual friends". Shame the luminescence made us have to keep it covered most of the time.

The brightness was annoying and potentially lethal, but Grum's comlink gave out a month ago and they hadn't been able to get back to headquarters to fix it. So this "PDA's" text to speech function it was.

ssshhhhh…

"Standard procedure. Harvest the filters and dump the bodies in a nearby crater. Bugs and sludge will take care of the rest."

This was the closest patrol they had hit from the target. We wanted the enemy off our world and our "mutual friends" wanted these camps shut down. As long as they kept sending supplies she couldn't care less what their game was.

"Right, we keep reconning this area to keep it clear of the enemy. If no call has gone out Beta Squad has a few hours to get Dome Popper in position."

The old AT-AP might not have its legs anymore, but the cannon had been lovingly cared for. The main weapon of the Children of Atraken against the Enemy's repeated attempts to take the world from them since the Disaster.

sshhh.

"Listen up! The Enemy has set up a mining camp just to the south. They invaded our home, poisoned our world, and now dump the dregs of their society on it to steal the resources from us, its rightful owners. Are you going to allow that?"

"NO MA'AM!"

"Right! When Dome Popper gets here, we'll send hypersonic shells into their habitation units, their starport, and their mine entrance. Let the toxin the Enemy brought to our house cleanse them from this world, dregs and all! Death to the Republic!"

"DEATH TO THE REPUBLIC!"

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This Omake brought to you by the fact that I realized that Atraken would make an excellent spot for a cartoonishly evil labor camp. Just prime real estate for an evil dictatorship to work the malcontents to death in.

Crossposted on SB and SV
 
MC is gonna be unwillingly forced into becoming the leader of the Imperial Remnant at this rate lmao.

Consdering how badly run both the new republic and imperial remnant was run if he does end up in charge he might just end up slowly gulping up star systems as the new republic goes from one crisis after another. Grandad half those crisis were caused by former imperials but a key point the actual imperial remnant didn't so much it was the imperial warlords most of the time.

Actually it would funny as hell if he ends up emperor meanwhile his personal escape ship goes from a small starship to a small cruisers to a custom Star destroyer meanwhile he thinks any day now he will have to run. And only end up using it after he retires.
 

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