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FUCKING PERFECTION.My first ever attempt at trying an omake. Please enjoy.
I'm imagining this Las to be one who made it to sector moff. He tried to do a runner the moment the emperor died, but got a big ole slap of shame and reality as he realized how much he came to care for the systems and people he put work into.
Basically, in this timeline, he's gone from: "I don't want to die because of stupid galactic politics" to "I don't want myself or the people under my care to die because of stupid galactic politics."
I'm aware that even with this allowance this is still to eye-catching for Las's personality, but once the idea came into my head I couldn't get it out.
Omake: Armed Neutrality
Posted across the holonet in the days following the collapse of the Empire into the Imperial Remnants:
To all the esteemed Moffs of the Imperial Remnants and to all the distinguished Senators of the Alliance to Restore the Republic,
Kindly kriff off.
We of the Myto Sector have received your numerous appeals for us to honor ourselves by offering you Imperial supplication, or to free ourselves of oppression by tending ourselves to your Senatorial care - sent to us rarely by your own acclaimed hands but instead penned by some unpaid and uncared for intern.
We have heard well the Principles professed by Moffs, of the need to bring order and stability to a galaxy teething with Ruinous Anarchy. We have heard well the Ideals professed by Senators, that an ocean of blood must be spent to wet the Tree of Liberty so we might one day be fit to sit in its shade.
To this, let me inform a candid galaxy: Principles and Ideals are pyramid schemes, sold by the rich and egotistical to the destitute and downtrodden, invented so the elite may feel glorious and moral as they send others to die in their place - for the advancement of their power and their own goals.
The Great Question of our times - that which burns in the hearts of uncounting sentients with the fervor of a thousand suns - is whether we will be ruled by some tyrannical Moffs who live in far offworld palaces, or whether we will be ruled by some thoughtless Senators who live in far offworld penthouses.
To this, We of the Myto Sector, have decided we would be happily ruled by our own selves for our own purposes. So to all the gracious offers we have recieved, be certain of our refusal.
We are aware that to many this declaration might seem foolish and shortsighted. Indeed, the galaxy is teeming with fleets and warships uncounting, as well as callous men and women eager to put them to use. What hope could the tiny Myto Sector have of victory against them? None.
But we can make our defeat hurt.
We will not pledge ourselves to die in far off worlds, killing men and women we have no quarrel with, for the benefits of unseen masters. But our own homes, our own families, and our own livelihoods? This we'll defend. With a zeal and purpose unmatched in the history of the galaxy, ancient or current. Enough damage will be wrought in our downfall that the next time war comes against our conquerors - a certainty in times such as these - they will be the ones too weak to resist.
So to all you Carrion Lords of the Galaxy - whether cloaked in Imperial red or Republic blue - consider carefully just how necessary our tiny sector is to your ambitious plans, and take a moment to do the smart thing. Let someone else try first.
Kind regards, and also fuck you,
Las Mola in unanimous declaration with The People of the Myto Sector.