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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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Would be really interesting if a few hundred thousand Wookiee show up.
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I wonder if there is going to be a friendly fire incident between ISB and Las's people.
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When those people come to Minda they will probably want to stay. he is getting his manpower plus the headache of the other governors having a fit losing theirs.
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Omake: The Cavern
POV: Grimjaw, ex-enforcer for Underbite the Crime Lord, Highreach, Edin System
Grimjaw the Nikto stepped out of the rudimentary refresher in his cell and quickly put on his orange synthweave jumpsuit. Despite the suit being more expensive, the slight itchiness couldn't help but remind Grimjaw of putting on his sackcloth as a kid before adventuring out into Belt Haven with his fellow Blue Chins.
Childhood memories brought Grimjaw's train of thought to how Edin and his life had changed over the past few years. Less than two years ago he was riding the high life as one of Underbite's top enforcers. Sentients and animals alike would quake when he strutted around town.
Then the Empire up and decided that laws were things they were supposed to enforce. Underbite was a good boss to his men, but his gun running put him near the top of the new governor's hit list. After the hideout was raided it was only a matter of time before the Empire tracked down all the safehouses. Now Grimjaw was just another prisoner in the Cavern.
Grimjaw thought about his new home as he left his cell and gazed past the railing and into the Pit. Rumor has it the Cavern used to be the main stronghold of Highreach's top slaving gang. After the Empire cleared them out, they decided to convert the existing infrastructure into a prison for the criminals they decided were now worth arresting.
"Oi Blue Boy! Quit spacing out! Better hurry to the cafeteria before all the good spices and additives are gone!"
His neighbor's call knocked Grimjaw out of his musings. Silently thanking the man in his mind, he made his way around the glass covered catwalk towards the first destination in his schedule.
——
The Cafeteria was the start of every convict's day. Basic meals for a standard sentient were a protein rich fibrous slop sprinkled with nutritional supplement cubes as well as two rectangular units of grains with water to wash it down. Anything remotely close to flavor required a prisoner to spend Work Credits they earned during their labor shifts.
"Hey Blubber Buddy! Your slop treating you alright?"
The Herglic con artist played with his oversized utensils like he was shuffling cards. No doubt thinking about a past card game or con he ran. Or planning a future one.
"Hey Blue Boy. The food's alright. I just wish I could get some more spice to make it a bit more palatable. You up for a game?"
You could have all the seasonings, fruit, vegetables, non-processed meat, and salt-alternatives you want as long as you had the Work Credits. Pure salt was banned after some Arcona got lowered into the Pit for trying to organize a Salt Mafia in their block.
"Not a chance Blubber Buddy. We may be friends, but I know you well enough to know you would clean me out of my Work Credits in no time. Go hunt some gullible marks."
Where there was currency, there was crime. Naturally when Grimjaw first arrived, he made discreet inquiries to try and identify the bosses and hustles in the prison. Only the find out the worst prisoners got up to was spice trading that the guards monitored. The seasoning kind, not even the drug kind.
"I am trying to keep my games private and friendly. If I start prowling like a shark, then the guards might freeze my account. Defeating the point of getting more food money."
People who made trouble or roughed up someone usually got sent to their cells during free time or had their Work Credit account locked. Anyone trying to do worse was quickly found by the guards and given time in the Pit.
"At least fleecing some fools won't get you the Pit. Although maybe you would get in touch with your ancestors."
The Pit was a chasm right next to the Cavern. Gossip says the slaver gang that was here before dumped product that had expired into the Pit. People talked about how you can still hear their screams in the dead of night.
"Don't even joke about that Blue Boy. I ain't getting dragged away by angry spirits. Besides, my ancestors kept to the surface. Easier on the blowhole."
Being lowered into the Pit left you with just you, your thoughts, and the pitch black darkness not even the Cavern's light could penetrate. Whether the gossip is true, a night or two spent in that cage they use to lower you into the Pit is often enough to straighten out even the most crooked sentient.
"Well maybe lift some extra heavy boxes this shift. We are getting our parts shipment today, so there should be plenty of work in the loading bay."
Finishing his morning meal, Grimjaw did some stretches and got ready for his labor shift.
——
Labor shifts in the Cavern outside of services and custodian jobs was primarily focused on manufacturing. The natural properties of the Cavern made it very stable temperature wise and with next to no humidity. This made it ideal for making and storing things you wanted kept clean and unbothered.
"Now if only these masks wouldn't fog up my glasses so much."
The thought made Grimjaw notice the gloves, glasses, and mask he wore while he worked on his solar panel. Solar panels and wind turbine blades were the common exports out of the Cavern. These weren't the large ones used in the Governor's infrastructure projects, but rather small ones used to keep small businesses and homesteads powered.
"Maybe I should study up and see if I can get into the scrubber department."
If you were minimum security, had a good rep, and had the technical skills like an Outlaw Tech, you could earn a lot more Work Credits making air scrubbers. Trust was needed for small towns to accept what they constructed in the depths of the Caverns. The motto the prison kept spewing was "cleanse the body, cleanse the mind, cleanse the planet". Personally Grimjaw was just happy with the luxuries he could purchase with the Work Credits he earned, or that they were luxuries to buy at all.
"Beats being thrown into mines that would make Kessel seem regulation compliant."
Grimjaw had heard horror stories from other prisoners who had been imprisoned before about what went on in other Imperial prisons. Horrific tales of mining with primitive tools, daily beatings from the guards and other prisoners, little in the way of food choices, and even no central temperature control in the cells. It all made him glad he got arrested in Edin rather than one of those nightmare systems.
——
Grimjaw was out of his work clothes and stepping into the Yard for his free time. The Yard was more a large tunnel that was sealed off, divided into rooms, and filled with leisure equipment. Still it felt nice to have natural material under his feet and above his head, even if it was stone.
"Smiles! Don't you just love that fresh air?"
The Klatooinian tough made an effort to frown, but still took a small breath. Even the air didn't feel as stale or sterile here. Small vents and fans on the ceiling allowing for fresh air to flow into this sectioned off portion of the Cavern.
"The air is nice Blue Boy. Just watching the bots stumble around and gawk at the ceiling before getting a workout, you coming?"
It was theorized that a prisoner could escape through those vents if they could climb or fly high enough. However the cameras and BLX labor droids constantly patrolling the Yard and the rest of the Cavern dissuaded most break out attempts.
"Was thinking about hitting the books, but a workout sounds nice. Let's see you grit your teeth."
Stepping in line with his favorite workout buddy, Grimjaw made his way over to the gym. He might not be an enforcer anymore, but he had pride in his physique and the membership was relatively cheap. He could have gone to the library or the limited PAD stations, but something about working his body always made him happy.
——
Nothing beat hitting the refresher after a good workout and meal. Between tightening his belt at the Cafeteria and avoiding getting addicted to PAD time, Grimjaw had saved up healthy helping of Work Credits.
"Almost enough, and just about to hit the deadline."
There were holo visiting hours scheduled for almost every inmate. However with a little greasing, the guards would allow a prisoner to schedule a monitored extended call outside the Cavern.
"Hope I have enough. No, it needs to be enough. Smooth Brow is counting on me."
Just a few more shifts and Grimjaw will have enough to be there for his sister's birthday party. He might only be able to attend for a couple of hours, but it will mean the world to her.
"Just a few more shifts and you can see her smile, Blue Boy."
Grimjaw went to bet on his bunk imagining the look on his sister's face.
——
Been a while since we have seen a planetside look at Highreach in the Edin system. Figured with all the criminals, there is probably going to be at least one correctional facility on the planet. Not as bad as most Imperial prisons in canon or legends given it is actually aimed at rehabilitation without the use drugs and mind control devices. The Pit *dramatic sting plays* is more for appearance's sake so the rest of the Empire doesn't accuse Las of being soft on lawbreakers.
Crossposted on SB and SV
POV: Grimjaw, ex-enforcer for Underbite the Crime Lord, Highreach, Edin System
Grimjaw the Nikto stepped out of the rudimentary refresher in his cell and quickly put on his orange synthweave jumpsuit. Despite the suit being more expensive, the slight itchiness couldn't help but remind Grimjaw of putting on his sackcloth as a kid before adventuring out into Belt Haven with his fellow Blue Chins.
Childhood memories brought Grimjaw's train of thought to how Edin and his life had changed over the past few years. Less than two years ago he was riding the high life as one of Underbite's top enforcers. Sentients and animals alike would quake when he strutted around town.
Then the Empire up and decided that laws were things they were supposed to enforce. Underbite was a good boss to his men, but his gun running put him near the top of the new governor's hit list. After the hideout was raided it was only a matter of time before the Empire tracked down all the safehouses. Now Grimjaw was just another prisoner in the Cavern.
Grimjaw thought about his new home as he left his cell and gazed past the railing and into the Pit. Rumor has it the Cavern used to be the main stronghold of Highreach's top slaving gang. After the Empire cleared them out, they decided to convert the existing infrastructure into a prison for the criminals they decided were now worth arresting.
"Oi Blue Boy! Quit spacing out! Better hurry to the cafeteria before all the good spices and additives are gone!"
His neighbor's call knocked Grimjaw out of his musings. Silently thanking the man in his mind, he made his way around the glass covered catwalk towards the first destination in his schedule.
——
The Cafeteria was the start of every convict's day. Basic meals for a standard sentient were a protein rich fibrous slop sprinkled with nutritional supplement cubes as well as two rectangular units of grains with water to wash it down. Anything remotely close to flavor required a prisoner to spend Work Credits they earned during their labor shifts.
"Hey Blubber Buddy! Your slop treating you alright?"
The Herglic con artist played with his oversized utensils like he was shuffling cards. No doubt thinking about a past card game or con he ran. Or planning a future one.
"Hey Blue Boy. The food's alright. I just wish I could get some more spice to make it a bit more palatable. You up for a game?"
You could have all the seasonings, fruit, vegetables, non-processed meat, and salt-alternatives you want as long as you had the Work Credits. Pure salt was banned after some Arcona got lowered into the Pit for trying to organize a Salt Mafia in their block.
"Not a chance Blubber Buddy. We may be friends, but I know you well enough to know you would clean me out of my Work Credits in no time. Go hunt some gullible marks."
Where there was currency, there was crime. Naturally when Grimjaw first arrived, he made discreet inquiries to try and identify the bosses and hustles in the prison. Only the find out the worst prisoners got up to was spice trading that the guards monitored. The seasoning kind, not even the drug kind.
"I am trying to keep my games private and friendly. If I start prowling like a shark, then the guards might freeze my account. Defeating the point of getting more food money."
People who made trouble or roughed up someone usually got sent to their cells during free time or had their Work Credit account locked. Anyone trying to do worse was quickly found by the guards and given time in the Pit.
"At least fleecing some fools won't get you the Pit. Although maybe you would get in touch with your ancestors."
The Pit was a chasm right next to the Cavern. Gossip says the slaver gang that was here before dumped product that had expired into the Pit. People talked about how you can still hear their screams in the dead of night.
"Don't even joke about that Blue Boy. I ain't getting dragged away by angry spirits. Besides, my ancestors kept to the surface. Easier on the blowhole."
Being lowered into the Pit left you with just you, your thoughts, and the pitch black darkness not even the Cavern's light could penetrate. Whether the gossip is true, a night or two spent in that cage they use to lower you into the Pit is often enough to straighten out even the most crooked sentient.
"Well maybe lift some extra heavy boxes this shift. We are getting our parts shipment today, so there should be plenty of work in the loading bay."
Finishing his morning meal, Grimjaw did some stretches and got ready for his labor shift.
——
Labor shifts in the Cavern outside of services and custodian jobs was primarily focused on manufacturing. The natural properties of the Cavern made it very stable temperature wise and with next to no humidity. This made it ideal for making and storing things you wanted kept clean and unbothered.
"Now if only these masks wouldn't fog up my glasses so much."
The thought made Grimjaw notice the gloves, glasses, and mask he wore while he worked on his solar panel. Solar panels and wind turbine blades were the common exports out of the Cavern. These weren't the large ones used in the Governor's infrastructure projects, but rather small ones used to keep small businesses and homesteads powered.
"Maybe I should study up and see if I can get into the scrubber department."
If you were minimum security, had a good rep, and had the technical skills like an Outlaw Tech, you could earn a lot more Work Credits making air scrubbers. Trust was needed for small towns to accept what they constructed in the depths of the Caverns. The motto the prison kept spewing was "cleanse the body, cleanse the mind, cleanse the planet". Personally Grimjaw was just happy with the luxuries he could purchase with the Work Credits he earned, or that they were luxuries to buy at all.
"Beats being thrown into mines that would make Kessel seem regulation compliant."
Grimjaw had heard horror stories from other prisoners who had been imprisoned before about what went on in other Imperial prisons. Horrific tales of mining with primitive tools, daily beatings from the guards and other prisoners, little in the way of food choices, and even no central temperature control in the cells. It all made him glad he got arrested in Edin rather than one of those nightmare systems.
——
Grimjaw was out of his work clothes and stepping into the Yard for his free time. The Yard was more a large tunnel that was sealed off, divided into rooms, and filled with leisure equipment. Still it felt nice to have natural material under his feet and above his head, even if it was stone.
"Smiles! Don't you just love that fresh air?"
The Klatooinian tough made an effort to frown, but still took a small breath. Even the air didn't feel as stale or sterile here. Small vents and fans on the ceiling allowing for fresh air to flow into this sectioned off portion of the Cavern.
"The air is nice Blue Boy. Just watching the bots stumble around and gawk at the ceiling before getting a workout, you coming?"
It was theorized that a prisoner could escape through those vents if they could climb or fly high enough. However the cameras and BLX labor droids constantly patrolling the Yard and the rest of the Cavern dissuaded most break out attempts.
"Was thinking about hitting the books, but a workout sounds nice. Let's see you grit your teeth."
Stepping in line with his favorite workout buddy, Grimjaw made his way over to the gym. He might not be an enforcer anymore, but he had pride in his physique and the membership was relatively cheap. He could have gone to the library or the limited PAD stations, but something about working his body always made him happy.
——
Nothing beat hitting the refresher after a good workout and meal. Between tightening his belt at the Cafeteria and avoiding getting addicted to PAD time, Grimjaw had saved up healthy helping of Work Credits.
"Almost enough, and just about to hit the deadline."
There were holo visiting hours scheduled for almost every inmate. However with a little greasing, the guards would allow a prisoner to schedule a monitored extended call outside the Cavern.
"Hope I have enough. No, it needs to be enough. Smooth Brow is counting on me."
Just a few more shifts and Grimjaw will have enough to be there for his sister's birthday party. He might only be able to attend for a couple of hours, but it will mean the world to her.
"Just a few more shifts and you can see her smile, Blue Boy."
Grimjaw went to bet on his bunk imagining the look on his sister's face.
——
Been a while since we have seen a planetside look at Highreach in the Edin system. Figured with all the criminals, there is probably going to be at least one correctional facility on the planet. Not as bad as most Imperial prisons in canon or legends given it is actually aimed at rehabilitation without the use drugs and mind control devices. The Pit *dramatic sting plays* is more for appearance's sake so the rest of the Empire doesn't accuse Las of being soft on lawbreakers.
Crossposted on SB and SV
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TK-582, Okto Perker
Minda System, Ugea, Vrectin City
The first time Okto had fought beside the Commander had been years ago now. Much had changed since then.
The armor he wore was better. The weapon he wielded was stronger. Training exercises and experience hunting criminals on Edin had sharpened his mind and body.
Most importantly of all? He could actually see out of the helmet he was wearing.
A helmet he feared would be filled with vomit by the end of the mission.
Because for all the experience he now had, watching the Commander crush that pirate's skull way back when still made his stomach churn.
And now she was here again.
Joy.
Still, he pushed it out of his mind as the shuttle landed.
As he rose, a mental mask fell over his mind.
From that seat, TK-582 stood, falling in place with the rest of his squad.
They exited the shuttle into the Vrectin City Spaceport. An open air port with ships lined up in different pads, becoming muddled in the night the further one looked.
As his squad marched on the large freighter ahead, he spied the other squad to the left, Commander Grant leading them.
Her armor was a darker grey than normal trooper armor, her visor a deep blood red.
Soon, they reached the freighter. For all their marching, it was the dead of night, and none knew they were there.
The city's garrison, however, was aware. Their TIE's were ready to deploy in an instant if things went awry.
582 lined up along the, his sergeant across from, the breaching charged armed on the airlock between them.
The charge exploded with no sound as 582's helmet filtered out dangerously loud noises. A second later, the sound returned and he was already turning the corner.
The Commander walked out ahead of them through the smoke as his squad fanned out around her.
A rebel turned the closest hallway corner, pistol raised. He pulled the trigger, and a controlled burst of red death cracked from his E-11.
All around him, the same scene played out. Stormtroopers sighting enemies and firing less than a second later. Crimson bolts ripped through the air as the rebels tried and failed to stop them.
"Squad Aurek, with me." Came the Commander's voice, and 582 complied. He spotted squad Besh moving towards the cargo bay.
The fighting continued through the hallways, his squad ripping through enemies wherever they appeared.
The Commander did little, simply walking ever forward as rebels fell dead around her.
As they turned a corner, another rebel, a large man with a vibro knife in hand, aimed directly at the Commander.
Before his squad could get a shot off, the Commander was on him. Knife thrown aside, she swept his legs, but caught him by the scruff of his neck in her grey plated fingers.
Then, she slammed his head into the floor with a loud, wet crunch. Letting go, he tried to get up.
Unfortunately for him, the Commander's boot soon bound the back of his neck, and a far more grotesque snap resounded before the man went still.
Without a word, she turned back around and continued walking,
Eventually, they made it to the freighters bridge. Once again, they breached, and once again, they slaughtered every living being within the area.
And the Commander simply stood there, in the middle of the firefight. Anytime a rebel aimed at her, her scatterblaster roared. But she never took cover, never needed too.
Within half a minute, the dozen or so rebels had all died. Over the commlink, 582 heard squad Besh completing their objectives.
Soon after, they were back on the shuttle as other troopers took over.
It was only when he made it all the way back home did the mask of 582 slip off, and Okto come back in.
He took a deep breath.
And immediately barfed into his helmet.
Why couldn't the Commander fight normally!?
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Darna Sabrir
Edin System, Highreach, Edinspire, Capitol Building
From the top of the capitol building, Darna surveilled Edinspire.
The city was far denser than Accordia, covered in many skyscrapers. Many were once owned by criminals and corrupt officials.
Now, they served other purposes. Some were turned into apartments, centers of business, communal areas, and more.
Others still were being torn down. Even now she could see the outline of the larger pieces of construction equipment, highlighted against the city's lights.
The very fact that she had the time to appreciate the view was a testament to her newfound free time. Possibly only because she was no longer Guild Director.
It irked her greatly, but it had truly made her healthier. The bags under her eyes were barely visible now, and her mind felt clearer.
The stress had been piling up. Looking back now, she could see her mistakes, made in a rush to establish power and control.
Overextension, shouldering too many burdens, poorly implemented programs and more. None of it disastrous, but death by a thousand cuts is death all the same.
Still, that was not to say it was easy. No. Even now, she contemplated the most recent report to come from SWEEP.
The terrorists had been captured and made to talk. Then, the information on their base of operations leaked to the Commander. It was hasty, yes, but it had to be done.
The Hand had been preparing for another strike. Another direct assasination attempt on the Governor.
For both Darna and the organizations she was a part of, that was a fail condition. The Governor may not know of SWEEP, WEB or HAVEN, nor the part Pathline Inc. plays in them, but it is through his actions, policies and attitude that these organizations even exist and operate.
After all, they were founded to protect this little haven of peace from the rest of the galaxy. A haven that only existed because the Governor wasn't like other Imperial officials. If he died, the Moff would send his replacement.
And they didn't have any ability to influence that decision. Whoever they got would likely be far worse, and create an environment in which they could not survive.
Now all that was left was the clean up. Rogue Hand agents would be dealt with quietly as they were tracked down, assuming there were any left.
After that, well… they'd have to look to the stars. The shipyard was just about finished, after all. A few berths would be staffed by hired Rothanan workers to begin initial production, while more new workers would be brought in and trained.
That was the insertion point. In a few days, she would be meeting with the leaders of SWEEP, HAVEN, WEB, along with the new Guild Director and Pathline CEO. All, of course, part of the same council.
As the organizations under her grew, and new ones popped up, she shifted from top-down control to a council system, where they all worked together to achieve their goal. She still held the most sway, and was considered something of an unofficial leader, but the burden was not on her alone.
As she considered potential plans for insertion of agents into the yards to bring up in the meeting, her terminal pinged.
Taking a look, it was from the Governor. A rough draft for a proposal for the Guild. A way to get workers for the yard.
Darna smiled.
It seems she has her plan.
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Hi there folks! Sorry for the late night update, but I couldn't not finish this chapter now. I'm experiencing an emotional high from eating home made bean dip and listening to Tenacious D/ Neon Genesis Evangelion crossover music.
This is (not) the greatest song in the world by camhcom is an absolute fucking banger of a song. Combined with the bean dip?
Religious experience.
As always, feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
TK-582, Okto Perker
Minda System, Ugea, Vrectin City
The first time Okto had fought beside the Commander had been years ago now. Much had changed since then.
The armor he wore was better. The weapon he wielded was stronger. Training exercises and experience hunting criminals on Edin had sharpened his mind and body.
Most importantly of all? He could actually see out of the helmet he was wearing.
A helmet he feared would be filled with vomit by the end of the mission.
Because for all the experience he now had, watching the Commander crush that pirate's skull way back when still made his stomach churn.
And now she was here again.
Joy.
Still, he pushed it out of his mind as the shuttle landed.
As he rose, a mental mask fell over his mind.
From that seat, TK-582 stood, falling in place with the rest of his squad.
They exited the shuttle into the Vrectin City Spaceport. An open air port with ships lined up in different pads, becoming muddled in the night the further one looked.
As his squad marched on the large freighter ahead, he spied the other squad to the left, Commander Grant leading them.
Her armor was a darker grey than normal trooper armor, her visor a deep blood red.
Soon, they reached the freighter. For all their marching, it was the dead of night, and none knew they were there.
The city's garrison, however, was aware. Their TIE's were ready to deploy in an instant if things went awry.
582 lined up along the, his sergeant across from, the breaching charged armed on the airlock between them.
The charge exploded with no sound as 582's helmet filtered out dangerously loud noises. A second later, the sound returned and he was already turning the corner.
The Commander walked out ahead of them through the smoke as his squad fanned out around her.
A rebel turned the closest hallway corner, pistol raised. He pulled the trigger, and a controlled burst of red death cracked from his E-11.
All around him, the same scene played out. Stormtroopers sighting enemies and firing less than a second later. Crimson bolts ripped through the air as the rebels tried and failed to stop them.
"Squad Aurek, with me." Came the Commander's voice, and 582 complied. He spotted squad Besh moving towards the cargo bay.
The fighting continued through the hallways, his squad ripping through enemies wherever they appeared.
The Commander did little, simply walking ever forward as rebels fell dead around her.
As they turned a corner, another rebel, a large man with a vibro knife in hand, aimed directly at the Commander.
Before his squad could get a shot off, the Commander was on him. Knife thrown aside, she swept his legs, but caught him by the scruff of his neck in her grey plated fingers.
Then, she slammed his head into the floor with a loud, wet crunch. Letting go, he tried to get up.
Unfortunately for him, the Commander's boot soon bound the back of his neck, and a far more grotesque snap resounded before the man went still.
Without a word, she turned back around and continued walking,
Eventually, they made it to the freighters bridge. Once again, they breached, and once again, they slaughtered every living being within the area.
And the Commander simply stood there, in the middle of the firefight. Anytime a rebel aimed at her, her scatterblaster roared. But she never took cover, never needed too.
Within half a minute, the dozen or so rebels had all died. Over the commlink, 582 heard squad Besh completing their objectives.
Soon after, they were back on the shuttle as other troopers took over.
It was only when he made it all the way back home did the mask of 582 slip off, and Okto come back in.
He took a deep breath.
And immediately barfed into his helmet.
Why couldn't the Commander fight normally!?
-
Darna Sabrir
Edin System, Highreach, Edinspire, Capitol Building
From the top of the capitol building, Darna surveilled Edinspire.
The city was far denser than Accordia, covered in many skyscrapers. Many were once owned by criminals and corrupt officials.
Now, they served other purposes. Some were turned into apartments, centers of business, communal areas, and more.
Others still were being torn down. Even now she could see the outline of the larger pieces of construction equipment, highlighted against the city's lights.
The very fact that she had the time to appreciate the view was a testament to her newfound free time. Possibly only because she was no longer Guild Director.
It irked her greatly, but it had truly made her healthier. The bags under her eyes were barely visible now, and her mind felt clearer.
The stress had been piling up. Looking back now, she could see her mistakes, made in a rush to establish power and control.
Overextension, shouldering too many burdens, poorly implemented programs and more. None of it disastrous, but death by a thousand cuts is death all the same.
Still, that was not to say it was easy. No. Even now, she contemplated the most recent report to come from SWEEP.
The terrorists had been captured and made to talk. Then, the information on their base of operations leaked to the Commander. It was hasty, yes, but it had to be done.
The Hand had been preparing for another strike. Another direct assasination attempt on the Governor.
For both Darna and the organizations she was a part of, that was a fail condition. The Governor may not know of SWEEP, WEB or HAVEN, nor the part Pathline Inc. plays in them, but it is through his actions, policies and attitude that these organizations even exist and operate.
After all, they were founded to protect this little haven of peace from the rest of the galaxy. A haven that only existed because the Governor wasn't like other Imperial officials. If he died, the Moff would send his replacement.
And they didn't have any ability to influence that decision. Whoever they got would likely be far worse, and create an environment in which they could not survive.
Now all that was left was the clean up. Rogue Hand agents would be dealt with quietly as they were tracked down, assuming there were any left.
After that, well… they'd have to look to the stars. The shipyard was just about finished, after all. A few berths would be staffed by hired Rothanan workers to begin initial production, while more new workers would be brought in and trained.
That was the insertion point. In a few days, she would be meeting with the leaders of SWEEP, HAVEN, WEB, along with the new Guild Director and Pathline CEO. All, of course, part of the same council.
As the organizations under her grew, and new ones popped up, she shifted from top-down control to a council system, where they all worked together to achieve their goal. She still held the most sway, and was considered something of an unofficial leader, but the burden was not on her alone.
As she considered potential plans for insertion of agents into the yards to bring up in the meeting, her terminal pinged.
Taking a look, it was from the Governor. A rough draft for a proposal for the Guild. A way to get workers for the yard.
Darna smiled.
It seems she has her plan.
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Hi there folks! Sorry for the late night update, but I couldn't not finish this chapter now. I'm experiencing an emotional high from eating home made bean dip and listening to Tenacious D/ Neon Genesis Evangelion crossover music.
This is (not) the greatest song in the world by camhcom is an absolute fucking banger of a song. Combined with the bean dip?
Religious experience.
As always, feedback and commentary appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
Fearless444
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GLORY dam i need to sleep have a good one yall
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She probably never will. Man I wanna read an omake of Leia finding out of an Alderaanian Imperial being incredibly brutal in killing their enemies. I remember in Legends, a loyal Imperial from Alderaan too.
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Thanks for the chapter
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I can haz recipe for the bean dip and link for the music plz!!??!
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Darna needs to follow in the Governors footsteps and learn to delegate.
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The Commander truly is Governor Mola's Durasteel Fist.
And Darna truly is Governor Mola's Shadow.
Let's see what new shenanigans the Force, the Universe, or someone else will bring!
And Darna truly is Governor Mola's Shadow.
Let's see what new shenanigans the Force, the Universe, or someone else will bring!
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Average SW soldier: fires blaster, takes cover
Commander Grant: RIP AND TEAR
Commander Grant: RIP AND TEAR
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Rise my people. I have returned, never to leave your side again.
— Returned Las (Kalkite Sun)
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Power armor sure helps in close quarters. Then again Grant could probably do that without the power armor just fine.
Las: "Keep yourself safe Grant."
Grant: Stands in the middle of a firefight with no cover and occasionally fires her weapon.
Las is such a good Governor and the alternatives are likely so bad that an entire loyalist network formed without his knowledge to keep him in power. None of the above organizations are officially acknowledged parts of the Imperial Government in Las' realm, they just spawned through private efforts even if by public officials.
I propose said shadow council be named the Las Loyalist Council and a portrait of Las be hung above the Board Meeting Table of Doom.
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MC didn't get a kiss on the sacred 69 chapter??!?!?!
OP clearly has no soul
OP clearly has no soul
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She really has brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to her new Empire.