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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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Las: Thank you all for coming, now I'm going to say aloud your names and if I don't tell you to sit back down, I'll give you the choice of that window over there or the wall over there with the guards :}
How to clean house of the dumbest traitors and snakes when their cash flow stops. Bet none of them even researched him before they came over with political threats or bribes.
He is the "ideal" Imperial servant. One who, outwardly, does their duty as exactly as they should while not succumbing to corruption and thievery. He lives by his paycheck, taking advantage of the services his office naturally grants him, and if audited they would see his expenditures going to his cocoa drink in shipping fees. So for someone to become his replacement as governor, they have to be of like mind and understand that the systems in place are there to monitor them as much as the system. And unfortunately, has to be human, unless the alien is vouched for by an ISB agent... which we do
How to clean house of the dumbest traitors and snakes when their cash flow stops. Bet none of them even researched him before they came over with political threats or bribes.
He is the "ideal" Imperial servant. One who, outwardly, does their duty as exactly as they should while not succumbing to corruption and thievery. He lives by his paycheck, taking advantage of the services his office naturally grants him, and if audited they would see his expenditures going to his cocoa drink in shipping fees. So for someone to become his replacement as governor, they have to be of like mind and understand that the systems in place are there to monitor them as much as the system. And unfortunately, has to be human, unless the alien is vouched for by an ISB agent... which we do
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As a certain barbarian put it "A problem with blades like yours is they finish the job too quick".
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If Vader ends up being under Las due to the Emperor stirring up trouble or some temporary falling out between the Emperor and Vader, Las could just tell Vader he could register with the Guild under a different identity or his own and take his own jobs and build up his own funds as he pleases. Vader might tinker with own craft and droids and enjoy hunting down slavers and pirates and forget about the Empire for a while before the Emperor recalls him.
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Good, this is making him look more ruthless than he is. Therefore helping
deflect the emperor's personal attention. This is the right way to do things.
Bribery Requires the Correct Currency
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To be fair, Palpatine didn't survive Vader either in RoTJ. That said, this sounds like omake fodder, so:
"What do you mean Lord Vader is coming here? We are out in the Galactic boonies and I am sure he has more than enough things to keep him occupied," Las said, wondering which God he had pissed off in his prior life.
"My apologies little bro, but the orders come from the Emperor himself. Little bro, I realize that Vader does not have the best track record, but you have turned some hole in the galaxy into a model of Imperial efficiency. I'm sure you'll do fine...oh crap I've got to go," Zyx said, before leaving her brother to his latest headache.
"So..what's our strategy?" Las asked.
Mugwuffin deigned to put his head in Las's lap, demanding head scratches. After providing a few, Mugwuffin gave a purr that seemed to suggest bribery.
"Yeah, I do not think bribing him with bbq would work," Las said, knowing that it would work on the cat, but not on a dark lord of the Sith. Las also briefly wondered why he was arguing with a cat and losing, but he gave up on sanity a while ago.
Mugwuffin telekinetically lifted a book to his desk, and Las read the title. Philosophy and Treatises: Ancient and Modern Thoughts on Darth Plagueis the Wise. Sighing, he started giving Vader a list of people to kill, preferably far away from him. He also hired three philosophy students to summarize it for him, so he could...paraphrase it.
***A week later, in the governor's office ***
Heavy breathing was surprisingly intimidating. Especially when it came in the form of a 6' plus mechanical space wizard who would cut off his own kids hand in order to prove a point.
"Lord Vader, I know you are a busy man and so am I. While under my command, I want you to remove these pirates and slavers from the sector," Las began handing him a datapad and a corresponding piece of flimsy.
"As you wish," the sith lord replies.
"Should you have spare time before the Emperor recalls you, I've tried to glean some wisdom from an ancient Sith Lord, and I would like your thoughts on it," handing him another datapad with his semi-original thoughts on Darth Plagueis.
"Well, I won't keep you, good hunting," Las said. Vader walked out of the room. Las somehow collapsed when he was already sitting.
***Another week later, in the governor's office ***
"And so, even if you have not quite grasped the dichotomy yet, your work shows potential. Comm me with any further questions on this matter, and I will reply AQAP. The emperor has recalled me to Imperial Center for now. I am not quite sure why, but he was muttering something about there being two of them now," Vader explained.
"Thank you Lord Vader. Safe travels," Las said. Vader left. Once again, he somehow collapsed when he was already sitting.
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When you put it like that Rylanor really does come off as being a funny little guy.
That being said how dare you characterise Rylanor as anything but a supreme example of humanity.
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Love it, needs a title for it to become a sidestory/omake
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Well, not really sure i have one, but since a thread-mark requires it:
Bribery Requires the Correct Currency
Omake: Pailers in Action
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Omake: Pailers in Action
POV: Mab Tyedor
RI: Scout
Certifications: Tracker I
Member of the Mynock Pailers, a RI: Conclave Mercenary Company,
Warehouse District, Town of Dewback Diggers, Minda-4, Minda system
"Anything down that alley partner?"
The tired sigh above her head indicated that their target was not down that alley. A shame, given they and the rest of the Pailers had been patrolling for most of the day. Complaints over the comlink were growing more frequent by the hour.
"No, Mab. The target is not down that alley. Just like the last alley you asked about. Sky Pail walked through this street not 15 minutes ago. I am sure they would have spotted the target if they were just ducking into alleys."
Mention of the Pailers' newest specialists drew a snort from Mab. Those poor fools were our "eye in the sky" as Miss Tak called them. They were helpful for keeping an eye on the streets while on patrol, but boy was their "leashed helper" a sight to see.
The Head of Administration had acquired some RMD-20 cam droids for cheap from a Holofilm studio after the production they were working on went bust. Turns out the reason they were so cheap was that a slicer sabotage attack disabled their ability to receive wireless signals.
Miss Tak had solved that problem by attaching the droids to an individual Pailer with a fiber-optic cable feeding them a live view from the sky. Thus the Sky Pailers were born! Now they could patrol roads and thoroughfares both on the ground and in the sky.
One upside to the silly looking set up was the cable could also be used to keep the RMD-20 charged, bypassing that pesky five hour charge limit. Another bonus was the direct connection prevented most methods of electronic warfare that didn't involve direct action which would give someone's position away anyway. Mab still wouldn't be caught dead lugging that backpack and cable around even if she were big enough to do so.
"Well let's keep looking for this Grieigo guy. What's his deal anyway? Was spaced out for the briefing cause I didn't sleep well last night."
Tear gave a snort through his Augiran style gas mask at her explanation. Wasn't her fault the quarterly Guild company numbers just came in around bedtime. All those stats and graphs told stories the Anomid couldn't comprehend no matter how many times she explained it. This sector was going through an economic revolution in fast motion and she might miss something interesting if she didn't keep track.
"Apparently he's a Vuvrian gambling cheat in his 50s. Been prowling the tables for decades in a profession where fools die young. Showed up on Highreach one day and managed to swindle tens of thousands of Credits before they pinned down how he was doing it, but by then he was already on a commuter shuttle to Minda-4 under a false identity.
However an immigration officer matched the photo to an old mugshot and contacted Commander Tak. She ordered everyone deployed for the reward and earn goodwill with the Guild higher ups. Why he came all the way to the town of Dewback Diggers is anyone's guess."
Mention of the Dewback Diggers' new classification brought no small amount of pride in Mab's chest. They don't even call it a mining settlement anymore. Things had progressed to the point that people are even talking about millages, council elections, and setting up a town hall. Dewback Diggers was less of an outpost and more a proper place to live these days.
Once folks realized there was a possibility of stable work in Minda-4, shuttles had started bringing in actual families instead of just all working singles for the mines. The stability brought by the Mynock Pailers' protection had attracted no small number of those shuttles to Dewback Diggers. Last count had the number of permanent residents at over 2,000. Granted a good portion of them had to be housed in a small rookery lined with flophouses originally meant for miners while the proper housing got built.
"Right. Well let's pass through the Eopie district and see if anything comes up."
Turning down the street brought them to the heart of the town's new industry. Eopies were a Tatooinian animal that was being shipped in large numbers thanks to the lack of natural predators and similarity to their desert homeworld. Ranchers were buying up land outside of town and betting on being able to set up a decent business raising Eopies for transport, livestock, animal products, and export.
That in turn had caused the Eopie district to spring up inside the town with places ready to take advantage of the ranching industry's outputs. The new wave of butcheries, dairies, and tanneries were starting to make the plateau feel a bit more crowded. Personally Mab thought the Eopie milk balls made for a good meal at the Pailers' mess hall.
"Hold up, the back door on that Eopie milk processing plant isn't closed properly. Workers wouldn't do that and risk spoiling their product in this heat. They'd get fired in an instant if the manager found out who did it. Let's hitch up and check it out."
The duo got off the Blurrg they were riding and hitched him to a nearby animal post. The giant two legged balls with teeth were an excellent choice of mount and transport by Mister Garik. The denizens of Dewback Diggers have learned to clear a path when a Pailers patrol Blurrg comes down the street.
"W-why hello there! What brings the illustrious Mynock Pailers to my business?"
Case in point, by the time they walked in the front entrance the manager was already there hands clasped in acquiescence. After explaining why we were here, she showed us around the facility. Their workforce was small enough and the ground floor open enough that they cleared it rather quickly. The only other place to search was the storage basement which the manager conceded someone could have snuck into.
"This is the Pailers! If anyone is here, say so and come out with your hands up!
Gosh it is so dark in here, even with the lights on. You would think people would want to see where they are going."
Tear turned on the glowrod on his SKZ to get a better look. All there was to see were some shelves of milk with the occasional orb shaped tank to break up the monotony. It was times like this Mab regretting opting for something smaller, but it was better to have both her B22s out in this close confines than having a second light source. Having a glowrod on her blaster would mess with the weight too much for her liking.
"Looks like this place was renovated instead of purpose built. If I were to guess this place used to b…"
*Tink! Tink! Tinktinktinktinktink…*
The sound echoed through the basement. A familiar sound that Mister Garik drilled into their heads as the object rolled closer. Training took over before thought.
"COVER! FRONTAL!"
Mab was unsure which of them barked the command. Both dived back behind a pillar to avoid the blast. While she waited a blur sped past her towards the stairs. Mab glanced around the pillar to behold…
A bottle of milk.
"Frak! That sleemo must have hid in a Bubble Cloak! After him!"
Mab began dashing up the stairs struggling to keep one of her B22s aimed upwards. Not for the first time she cursed the town's architecture not being made with an Aleena's frame in mind. Knocking open the back door to the street revealed a dust cloud becoming ever more distant and a woman lying on the street.
"That frakker just stole my Eopie! He stole my Epsi!"
From there it was scramble to get their Blurrg unhitched to give chase. Without much encouragement their beast was plowing through the streets in pursuit. Tear had his comlink almost touching his mask. The bellow that came forth barely even muffled by it.
"I have a suspect fleeing down Tapput street! Yurgala, you are the closest Sky Pail! Can you get eyes on them?"
It turns out Yurgala was able to track the suspect down. An Eopie running through a small town was not exactly subtle. It became even more obvious when said Eopie dashed through the town gate and down the bridge into the desert.
They had left the bridge deployed to avoid Grieigo feeling trapped and trying something stupid like taking hostages. Besides, it was easy for the guards stationed to spot anyone fleeing down it. Maybe the frakker thought the heat haze would provide them cover? Fortunately the Sky Pail stationed at the gate had a RMD-20 with a strong enough zoom to keep track of wherever the frakker is heading.
Before long Tear was kicking down a door to a bankrupt mining compound half a kilometer away from the town's plateau. The place had been seized by the town and then converted into a cheap landing field to support the expansion. Looks like Mab would have to report to Miss Tak that they needed more eyes on this place.
"Come on out sleemo! I have to pay you back for that milk bottle trick!"
It didn't really matter whether her provocation worked. She just had to keep the frakker busy enough for reinforcements to get here. The more they are focused on them, the less chance they have to do whatever it is they planned to do here. It was a landing field so ma…
*thwip!*
"Frak!"
*Pew!Pew!Pew!*
"Crikk! I give! I give! Stop shooting!"
It was only thanks to her quick reflexes that the bolt passed centimeters from her body. Looking at the struggling suspect on the floor the bolt appeared to come from a QuickShot under Grieigo's long sleeves. Wire-casters were archaic enough that most low level bouncers wouldn't know what to look for if they were hidden well. Only reason she knew what they were was because she read about them while looking into alternatives for the Pailers' standard SKZ. Must have been an insurance policy in case anyone took offense to his "good luck".
Still that firefight was over quick. Faster than even the stories mister Garik and the others would tell her about. Everyone fired a single shot and she only clipped the guy with one of hers, why did he give up so easily?
"Owowow! That hurts! You're gonna break something!"
Right a Vuvrian. No pain tolerance. Must be why Grieigo stuck to gambling for his thrills. And boy was Mab glad this was actually Grieigo. It would be really embarrassing to go through all this trouble just to have the wrong person. Speaking of which…
"So why are you all the way out here if you don't mind me asking? Running Eopies aren't exactly stealthy."
"Maybe if your brute of a partner would stop manhandling me, I would be a bit more coo…"
*chirpchirp!*
The sudden noise drew the trio's eyes towards a shut door. Mab made her way towards the door while Tear finished tying up Grieigo with syntherope. Inside was one of the compound's landing pads. There was a tarp over it to keep the coarse and rough and irritating sand from getting everywhere. However it was what was parked in that landing pad that caused Tear's eyes to sparkle like the river in Accordia.
"Oh wizard! Is that a vintage G-400? I didn't know any were still around outside of a museum! Which collector did you cheat to get ahold of this beauty?"
Grieigo began struggling against the syntherope's hold even more. Probably had something to do with having what was likely his most prized possession revealed. Although it was clear the gambler was more built for dexterity than brute strength.
"Hey! I resent that! I acquired the holodeed for Gashilama with my own hard work! I've ridden her out of scrapes for years! Don't touch it!"
Worked hard at cheating, Mab imagines. From the looks of it Grieigo poured a lot of his winnings into his Gashilama. Makes sense he'd park it here rather than fly something so distinctive into a known den of vice like Highreach. It would get flagged by the authorities or stolen in a heartbeat. Shame he probably didn't keep enough of a nest egg to cover all his incoming fines when they bring him in.
"Well if you that interested Tear, I can see if Miss Tak is willing to put in a bid at the police auction. Given we are the police in this town and Grieigo was arrested in our jurisdiction, her word should carry some weight. Besides we need something to escort the Hurtwagon around."
Watching the bad guy wilt at the thought of having his ill-gotten gains being confiscated gave Mab such a rush. Taking a sabbatical from her job as an accountant was the best decision she ever made. Who knew being a budding mercenary could be so exhilarating? Just wait until her family hears about this adventure!
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Been awhile since I did an Omake about how Garik and Tak are doing, even if they didn't make a physical appearance in this one. I wanted to show a subordinate look at how the Mynock Pailers operate. They're a technically unsophisticated but passably competent PMC now. The Sky Pails were inspired by militarized drones connected to up to 50 kilometers of fiber-optic cable being fielded recently in certain places.
Crossposted on SB and SV
POV: Mab Tyedor
RI: Scout
Certifications: Tracker I
Member of the Mynock Pailers, a RI: Conclave Mercenary Company,
Warehouse District, Town of Dewback Diggers, Minda-4, Minda system
"Anything down that alley partner?"
The tired sigh above her head indicated that their target was not down that alley. A shame, given they and the rest of the Pailers had been patrolling for most of the day. Complaints over the comlink were growing more frequent by the hour.
"No, Mab. The target is not down that alley. Just like the last alley you asked about. Sky Pail walked through this street not 15 minutes ago. I am sure they would have spotted the target if they were just ducking into alleys."
Mention of the Pailers' newest specialists drew a snort from Mab. Those poor fools were our "eye in the sky" as Miss Tak called them. They were helpful for keeping an eye on the streets while on patrol, but boy was their "leashed helper" a sight to see.
The Head of Administration had acquired some RMD-20 cam droids for cheap from a Holofilm studio after the production they were working on went bust. Turns out the reason they were so cheap was that a slicer sabotage attack disabled their ability to receive wireless signals.
Miss Tak had solved that problem by attaching the droids to an individual Pailer with a fiber-optic cable feeding them a live view from the sky. Thus the Sky Pailers were born! Now they could patrol roads and thoroughfares both on the ground and in the sky.
One upside to the silly looking set up was the cable could also be used to keep the RMD-20 charged, bypassing that pesky five hour charge limit. Another bonus was the direct connection prevented most methods of electronic warfare that didn't involve direct action which would give someone's position away anyway. Mab still wouldn't be caught dead lugging that backpack and cable around even if she were big enough to do so.
"Well let's keep looking for this Grieigo guy. What's his deal anyway? Was spaced out for the briefing cause I didn't sleep well last night."
Tear gave a snort through his Augiran style gas mask at her explanation. Wasn't her fault the quarterly Guild company numbers just came in around bedtime. All those stats and graphs told stories the Anomid couldn't comprehend no matter how many times she explained it. This sector was going through an economic revolution in fast motion and she might miss something interesting if she didn't keep track.
"Apparently he's a Vuvrian gambling cheat in his 50s. Been prowling the tables for decades in a profession where fools die young. Showed up on Highreach one day and managed to swindle tens of thousands of Credits before they pinned down how he was doing it, but by then he was already on a commuter shuttle to Minda-4 under a false identity.
However an immigration officer matched the photo to an old mugshot and contacted Commander Tak. She ordered everyone deployed for the reward and earn goodwill with the Guild higher ups. Why he came all the way to the town of Dewback Diggers is anyone's guess."
Mention of the Dewback Diggers' new classification brought no small amount of pride in Mab's chest. They don't even call it a mining settlement anymore. Things had progressed to the point that people are even talking about millages, council elections, and setting up a town hall. Dewback Diggers was less of an outpost and more a proper place to live these days.
Once folks realized there was a possibility of stable work in Minda-4, shuttles had started bringing in actual families instead of just all working singles for the mines. The stability brought by the Mynock Pailers' protection had attracted no small number of those shuttles to Dewback Diggers. Last count had the number of permanent residents at over 2,000. Granted a good portion of them had to be housed in a small rookery lined with flophouses originally meant for miners while the proper housing got built.
"Right. Well let's pass through the Eopie district and see if anything comes up."
Turning down the street brought them to the heart of the town's new industry. Eopies were a Tatooinian animal that was being shipped in large numbers thanks to the lack of natural predators and similarity to their desert homeworld. Ranchers were buying up land outside of town and betting on being able to set up a decent business raising Eopies for transport, livestock, animal products, and export.
That in turn had caused the Eopie district to spring up inside the town with places ready to take advantage of the ranching industry's outputs. The new wave of butcheries, dairies, and tanneries were starting to make the plateau feel a bit more crowded. Personally Mab thought the Eopie milk balls made for a good meal at the Pailers' mess hall.
"Hold up, the back door on that Eopie milk processing plant isn't closed properly. Workers wouldn't do that and risk spoiling their product in this heat. They'd get fired in an instant if the manager found out who did it. Let's hitch up and check it out."
The duo got off the Blurrg they were riding and hitched him to a nearby animal post. The giant two legged balls with teeth were an excellent choice of mount and transport by Mister Garik. The denizens of Dewback Diggers have learned to clear a path when a Pailers patrol Blurrg comes down the street.
"W-why hello there! What brings the illustrious Mynock Pailers to my business?"
Case in point, by the time they walked in the front entrance the manager was already there hands clasped in acquiescence. After explaining why we were here, she showed us around the facility. Their workforce was small enough and the ground floor open enough that they cleared it rather quickly. The only other place to search was the storage basement which the manager conceded someone could have snuck into.
"This is the Pailers! If anyone is here, say so and come out with your hands up!
Gosh it is so dark in here, even with the lights on. You would think people would want to see where they are going."
Tear turned on the glowrod on his SKZ to get a better look. All there was to see were some shelves of milk with the occasional orb shaped tank to break up the monotony. It was times like this Mab regretting opting for something smaller, but it was better to have both her B22s out in this close confines than having a second light source. Having a glowrod on her blaster would mess with the weight too much for her liking.
"Looks like this place was renovated instead of purpose built. If I were to guess this place used to b…"
*Tink! Tink! Tinktinktinktinktink…*
The sound echoed through the basement. A familiar sound that Mister Garik drilled into their heads as the object rolled closer. Training took over before thought.
"COVER! FRONTAL!"
Mab was unsure which of them barked the command. Both dived back behind a pillar to avoid the blast. While she waited a blur sped past her towards the stairs. Mab glanced around the pillar to behold…
A bottle of milk.
"Frak! That sleemo must have hid in a Bubble Cloak! After him!"
Mab began dashing up the stairs struggling to keep one of her B22s aimed upwards. Not for the first time she cursed the town's architecture not being made with an Aleena's frame in mind. Knocking open the back door to the street revealed a dust cloud becoming ever more distant and a woman lying on the street.
"That frakker just stole my Eopie! He stole my Epsi!"
From there it was scramble to get their Blurrg unhitched to give chase. Without much encouragement their beast was plowing through the streets in pursuit. Tear had his comlink almost touching his mask. The bellow that came forth barely even muffled by it.
"I have a suspect fleeing down Tapput street! Yurgala, you are the closest Sky Pail! Can you get eyes on them?"
It turns out Yurgala was able to track the suspect down. An Eopie running through a small town was not exactly subtle. It became even more obvious when said Eopie dashed through the town gate and down the bridge into the desert.
They had left the bridge deployed to avoid Grieigo feeling trapped and trying something stupid like taking hostages. Besides, it was easy for the guards stationed to spot anyone fleeing down it. Maybe the frakker thought the heat haze would provide them cover? Fortunately the Sky Pail stationed at the gate had a RMD-20 with a strong enough zoom to keep track of wherever the frakker is heading.
Before long Tear was kicking down a door to a bankrupt mining compound half a kilometer away from the town's plateau. The place had been seized by the town and then converted into a cheap landing field to support the expansion. Looks like Mab would have to report to Miss Tak that they needed more eyes on this place.
"Come on out sleemo! I have to pay you back for that milk bottle trick!"
It didn't really matter whether her provocation worked. She just had to keep the frakker busy enough for reinforcements to get here. The more they are focused on them, the less chance they have to do whatever it is they planned to do here. It was a landing field so ma…
*thwip!*
"Frak!"
*Pew!Pew!Pew!*
"Crikk! I give! I give! Stop shooting!"
It was only thanks to her quick reflexes that the bolt passed centimeters from her body. Looking at the struggling suspect on the floor the bolt appeared to come from a QuickShot under Grieigo's long sleeves. Wire-casters were archaic enough that most low level bouncers wouldn't know what to look for if they were hidden well. Only reason she knew what they were was because she read about them while looking into alternatives for the Pailers' standard SKZ. Must have been an insurance policy in case anyone took offense to his "good luck".
Still that firefight was over quick. Faster than even the stories mister Garik and the others would tell her about. Everyone fired a single shot and she only clipped the guy with one of hers, why did he give up so easily?
"Owowow! That hurts! You're gonna break something!"
Right a Vuvrian. No pain tolerance. Must be why Grieigo stuck to gambling for his thrills. And boy was Mab glad this was actually Grieigo. It would be really embarrassing to go through all this trouble just to have the wrong person. Speaking of which…
"So why are you all the way out here if you don't mind me asking? Running Eopies aren't exactly stealthy."
"Maybe if your brute of a partner would stop manhandling me, I would be a bit more coo…"
*chirpchirp!*
The sudden noise drew the trio's eyes towards a shut door. Mab made her way towards the door while Tear finished tying up Grieigo with syntherope. Inside was one of the compound's landing pads. There was a tarp over it to keep the coarse and rough and irritating sand from getting everywhere. However it was what was parked in that landing pad that caused Tear's eyes to sparkle like the river in Accordia.
"Oh wizard! Is that a vintage G-400? I didn't know any were still around outside of a museum! Which collector did you cheat to get ahold of this beauty?"
Grieigo began struggling against the syntherope's hold even more. Probably had something to do with having what was likely his most prized possession revealed. Although it was clear the gambler was more built for dexterity than brute strength.
"Hey! I resent that! I acquired the holodeed for Gashilama with my own hard work! I've ridden her out of scrapes for years! Don't touch it!"
Worked hard at cheating, Mab imagines. From the looks of it Grieigo poured a lot of his winnings into his Gashilama. Makes sense he'd park it here rather than fly something so distinctive into a known den of vice like Highreach. It would get flagged by the authorities or stolen in a heartbeat. Shame he probably didn't keep enough of a nest egg to cover all his incoming fines when they bring him in.
"Well if you that interested Tear, I can see if Miss Tak is willing to put in a bid at the police auction. Given we are the police in this town and Grieigo was arrested in our jurisdiction, her word should carry some weight. Besides we need something to escort the Hurtwagon around."
Watching the bad guy wilt at the thought of having his ill-gotten gains being confiscated gave Mab such a rush. Taking a sabbatical from her job as an accountant was the best decision she ever made. Who knew being a budding mercenary could be so exhilarating? Just wait until her family hears about this adventure!
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Been awhile since I did an Omake about how Garik and Tak are doing, even if they didn't make a physical appearance in this one. I wanted to show a subordinate look at how the Mynock Pailers operate. They're a technically unsophisticated but passably competent PMC now. The Sky Pails were inspired by militarized drones connected to up to 50 kilometers of fiber-optic cable being fielded recently in certain places.
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1.9 ABY
Myto Sector
Draxons Forge
RII Enforcer
Junsrhe Galtil
Junsrhe sipped on the drink in his hand and grimaced. It was a bitter thing, nothing compared to the sweet wines of his homeland.
"What, Gal, you don't like it? This is the best swill around town!" laughed a companion, a muscled Togruta with skin orange like the dawn named Stax.
"If this is the best this place has to offer, then I understand why it is so poor."
The table erupted in laughter at that, and Junsrhe smirked a little. It was nice to once again have friends and comrades to share in the spoils of war and bonds of companionship once more.
Far better than his fate in the Ash-Mark Confederacy.
Back on Minda-2, or Vylos as they called it now, Junshre had been in exile. He had dishonored the tenets of the Confederacy and cast away with it. After all, once one takes an Ash-Mark, as the nation is named after, one must follow its tenets no matter the cost.
Junsrhe had followed his family, and taken an Ash-Mark of peace, to eschew violence of any kind, for any reason.
And then he saved a child by killing a beast. And he was exiled, surviving day by day on the outskirts of tribal territory, never plunging into the deep forest of the tribes, but unable to return to the safety of civilization.
Now? Now that the Empire had taken the planet, he was free. It was ironic. His people had thrown off the chains of an ancient empire, and yet here he was, freer under another.
Not that he liked the Empire, to be sure. He saw the looks some humans gave him, how he got searched twice at checkpoints. He'd once been to the Obsidian Wardenship with some merchants, and recognized tyrants. But with the Guild by his side, he had protection, a job, and friends.
"Now, my friends, I believe we should consider our next moves, yes?" He said. "Our jobs have given us a suitable sum of money. We should consider purchasing a proper vessel of war."
"What, my freighter not good enough for ya?" Barked out Kes, their resident pilot. Rodian was clearly drunk off her ass, but it was rarer for her to be sober.
"Nah, we just need something with more guns!" Replied Stax, downing another glass.
"Correct. I have perused the Guild catalogues, and we have recently been made eligible for a YV-929."
Kes stopped, though slipping out to clean her teeth. "A 929 you say… the light version or armed version?"
Junsrhe blinked. "Is there a difference?"
"Of course there's a difference!" She roared, slamming her hands on the table, eyeing everyone at the table.
"One is a light freighter with some decent guns and a missile or two, and the other has enough TURBOLASERS!"
"Oh, well…" He took a look at his PDA, a variant made far larger for beings such as himself. "It seems to be the latter."
She shrieked in excitement, the noise seeming to damage everyone's ears.
It took another ten minutes of her ranting loudly before she passed out from the excitement, and their entire group was kicked out of the bar.
Still, as Junsrhe looked up into the night sky, filled with stars he'd never seen, he couldn't help but smile. Out here, he was free. A galaxy of opportunity awaited.
And then Stax barfed on his shoes.
–
The MARD was a marvel of engineering. A massive series of connected platforms built to churn out ships at speeds that would make even the largest yards on Earth look lazy.
And I got to witness the final backlog ship leave its berth, finally freeing me of that burden. Oh, I knew the Governor-General would ask for more given time, but not at that scale again.
Unfortunately I couldn't enjoy this victory. Instead, I was in an observation room overlooking one of the berths.
It was filled with Guild ships. Specifically, Guild patrol vessels, a force that since my ascension to Moff had been upgraded to act as a secondary police force on Guild lanes.
CR-90's, Marauders, even Dreadnought-Class Heavy Cruiser or two. All sporting various amounts of damage.
I'd ordered the MARD to take them in and fix them without cost, but that didn't change the facts.
Piracy was on the rise.
"Sir." Said Garp, simply handing me a datapad. On it were the numbers.
Over the last month, piracy had increased tremendously. It was comparable to previous surges, but this time there was no obvious reason. There were no major cartel movements, no new pirate kings, and the rebellion hadn't been making a stir.
Worst of all, the pirates were mostly focused on attacking Guild transports, forcing the patrol groups to run themselves ragged. It kept casualties down and trade flowing, but it also meant that vessels ended up in a yard sooner than needed.
It wasn't sustainable.
Garp took a call to the side while I contemplated this. It was clear what was happening. The Slaver Coalition was making their moves. While I didn't have a full picture, I imagined they were already sending envoys to various Guild systems, trying to paint the Guild as weak and ineffective.
It helped their argument that slavery tended to make Governors very, very rich.
And it was likely them that were funding the pirates as well. Or, at least their benefactor, whoever it is.
Garp turned back to me as my gaze swept across the scarred ships.
"Sir, Admiral Veers called. She's just finished reorganizing the sector's naval assets."
I blink, turning towards him. "Really? I expected that to take at least twice as long!"
He repeated the question into the line, then turned back. "Her and the General worked together, sir. Apparently they were able to coordinate their assets. But now they've both gotten a full scope of their assets."
Nodding, I turned back to the datapad. "Good. Have them reassign assets according to current piracy levels. Coordinate with the Guild to space out patrols."
"Sir, both the Admiral and General have also requested a modernization program for the sector's military assets. Much of their gear seems outdated, and underpowered for a sector group."
I stop myself from sighing as I pull out my PDA. Checking the sector's ledger, the urge only grows stronger.
Last year, the Myto Sector made 15 Billion credits. Seems like quite a lot, but it's not. Estimates put that at only around 60% of the sector's total potential revenue.
Not to mention, that's not what the sector keeps. A third goes straight to Coruscant as tithe, and then 20% goes to the military and another 10% goes to general maintenance and you're left with 7 billion credits.
And then, one must consider corruption. On the system level corruption is commonplace. If I want to implement a new program, unless I send in soldiers to ensure everyone plays along, there's going to be people making quotes twice the market price, there's going to be embezzlement, and far more. So that 7 billion doesn't stretch nearly as far as I'd like it to.
"Unfortunately, we can't really afford that right now. Have a list prepared of the highest priority items, those that are too old or broken to safely continue to use. The rest will have to do for now."
Looking at the piracy charts again, an idea came to me.
"Garp, I'd like you to get in contact with the Loyu family for me."
"Who?"
"Some Mandalorians that did some jobs for me a while ago. They should still be in the Minda system. See if they don't have any other Mando contracts. I'm willing to offer good pay, and sector-wide exemptions for their beskar if they help deal with the pirates."
"Mercenaries, sir?" He asked, disdain hidden in his voice. "To be frank sir, my family has hired many, and most aren't what I'd call…quality people."
"True. But these are Mandalorians. They value their beskar above most else. A sector where it won't be taken from them is a dream come true. Not to mention, they'll have better opportunities here anyways. Also, if your family hired mercs, then there must've been some reputable companies, yes? See if you can get into contact with them as well."
"Of course, sir. I know a few groups that can at least act professional. Shall I have the Guild put out an open escort mission as well?"
I nod. "Please. The more people patrolling the hyperlanes, the less likely pirates are to attack."
Yet I knew it would'nt be enough. These pirates were well funded, and the strikes were sloppy but clearly had some planning to them. This wasn't a blind surge. The only question was who was funding the Slavers? They were rich, but in personal wealth, not industrial wealth. They lacked the economies to fund a piracy surge this big without me noticing…
"And the Auditor program?"
"Negotiations are progressing, sir. Ms. Oioro is making progress. However, inter-agency conflicts are causing a great deal of slowdowns."
Damn. I knew Oioro would get it done, but I needed it done sooner.
The Auditor program was something I was banking on. The Imperial Taxation Bureau and the Imperial Collection Agency were rivals of a sort. The former collected taxes and set tax rates for the Emperor, and the latter collected taxes and fines for the Treasury.
They existed to fight each other, as the Emperor loved seeing, and they were the reason quotas and taxes could be so high. Overlapping jurisdiction sometimes meant the taxmen came knocking twice, or that they demanded more to one-up the others.
And it meant trying to create a proper program with both of them was a nightmare. I just wanted good Auditors. Ones with crack teams of specialists, loyalty, and large amounts of knowledge and experience to help sort things out. A quality over quantity training program. But it would be months before Oioro sorted things out, so I was on my own.
A ping arrived on my PDA. Checking it, I saw a message from Dornun. Always an annoying thing to see, but he'd proven his usefulness despite his apparent detachment from reality.
Opening it, my blood ran cold. My heartrate spiked. Mugwuffin, who'd just been staring out the window, jumped up onto my shoulders to comfort me.
Mother was coming to Minda.
–
Yo. I'm back at it again. Got inspired after logging onto Star Citizen for the first time in over a year, asking in general what the best all-rounder ship was for under 3 mil, and then was given 100 mil by some random and invited to a party on the condition that I pinky promised to buy a Carrack and fly around with him because he loved the ship that much. People are wonderful, and I fucking love living life man. Shits great.
Also, once again, I'm out here properly setting shit up, making chapters, doing drafts, feeling like a goddamn writer. It's great. Was wondering about which ship Junsrhe's team would buy, thought about making it an Abyssal Industries ship, but their new ship is a medium hauler. So I just went with the classic YV-929.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
1.9 ABY
Myto Sector
Draxons Forge
RII Enforcer
Junsrhe Galtil
Junsrhe sipped on the drink in his hand and grimaced. It was a bitter thing, nothing compared to the sweet wines of his homeland.
"What, Gal, you don't like it? This is the best swill around town!" laughed a companion, a muscled Togruta with skin orange like the dawn named Stax.
"If this is the best this place has to offer, then I understand why it is so poor."
The table erupted in laughter at that, and Junsrhe smirked a little. It was nice to once again have friends and comrades to share in the spoils of war and bonds of companionship once more.
Far better than his fate in the Ash-Mark Confederacy.
Back on Minda-2, or Vylos as they called it now, Junshre had been in exile. He had dishonored the tenets of the Confederacy and cast away with it. After all, once one takes an Ash-Mark, as the nation is named after, one must follow its tenets no matter the cost.
Junsrhe had followed his family, and taken an Ash-Mark of peace, to eschew violence of any kind, for any reason.
And then he saved a child by killing a beast. And he was exiled, surviving day by day on the outskirts of tribal territory, never plunging into the deep forest of the tribes, but unable to return to the safety of civilization.
Now? Now that the Empire had taken the planet, he was free. It was ironic. His people had thrown off the chains of an ancient empire, and yet here he was, freer under another.
Not that he liked the Empire, to be sure. He saw the looks some humans gave him, how he got searched twice at checkpoints. He'd once been to the Obsidian Wardenship with some merchants, and recognized tyrants. But with the Guild by his side, he had protection, a job, and friends.
"Now, my friends, I believe we should consider our next moves, yes?" He said. "Our jobs have given us a suitable sum of money. We should consider purchasing a proper vessel of war."
"What, my freighter not good enough for ya?" Barked out Kes, their resident pilot. Rodian was clearly drunk off her ass, but it was rarer for her to be sober.
"Nah, we just need something with more guns!" Replied Stax, downing another glass.
"Correct. I have perused the Guild catalogues, and we have recently been made eligible for a YV-929."
Kes stopped, though slipping out to clean her teeth. "A 929 you say… the light version or armed version?"
Junsrhe blinked. "Is there a difference?"
"Of course there's a difference!" She roared, slamming her hands on the table, eyeing everyone at the table.
"One is a light freighter with some decent guns and a missile or two, and the other has enough TURBOLASERS!"
"Oh, well…" He took a look at his PDA, a variant made far larger for beings such as himself. "It seems to be the latter."
She shrieked in excitement, the noise seeming to damage everyone's ears.
It took another ten minutes of her ranting loudly before she passed out from the excitement, and their entire group was kicked out of the bar.
Still, as Junsrhe looked up into the night sky, filled with stars he'd never seen, he couldn't help but smile. Out here, he was free. A galaxy of opportunity awaited.
And then Stax barfed on his shoes.
–
The MARD was a marvel of engineering. A massive series of connected platforms built to churn out ships at speeds that would make even the largest yards on Earth look lazy.
And I got to witness the final backlog ship leave its berth, finally freeing me of that burden. Oh, I knew the Governor-General would ask for more given time, but not at that scale again.
Unfortunately I couldn't enjoy this victory. Instead, I was in an observation room overlooking one of the berths.
It was filled with Guild ships. Specifically, Guild patrol vessels, a force that since my ascension to Moff had been upgraded to act as a secondary police force on Guild lanes.
CR-90's, Marauders, even Dreadnought-Class Heavy Cruiser or two. All sporting various amounts of damage.
I'd ordered the MARD to take them in and fix them without cost, but that didn't change the facts.
Piracy was on the rise.
"Sir." Said Garp, simply handing me a datapad. On it were the numbers.
Over the last month, piracy had increased tremendously. It was comparable to previous surges, but this time there was no obvious reason. There were no major cartel movements, no new pirate kings, and the rebellion hadn't been making a stir.
Worst of all, the pirates were mostly focused on attacking Guild transports, forcing the patrol groups to run themselves ragged. It kept casualties down and trade flowing, but it also meant that vessels ended up in a yard sooner than needed.
It wasn't sustainable.
Garp took a call to the side while I contemplated this. It was clear what was happening. The Slaver Coalition was making their moves. While I didn't have a full picture, I imagined they were already sending envoys to various Guild systems, trying to paint the Guild as weak and ineffective.
It helped their argument that slavery tended to make Governors very, very rich.
And it was likely them that were funding the pirates as well. Or, at least their benefactor, whoever it is.
Garp turned back to me as my gaze swept across the scarred ships.
"Sir, Admiral Veers called. She's just finished reorganizing the sector's naval assets."
I blink, turning towards him. "Really? I expected that to take at least twice as long!"
He repeated the question into the line, then turned back. "Her and the General worked together, sir. Apparently they were able to coordinate their assets. But now they've both gotten a full scope of their assets."
Nodding, I turned back to the datapad. "Good. Have them reassign assets according to current piracy levels. Coordinate with the Guild to space out patrols."
"Sir, both the Admiral and General have also requested a modernization program for the sector's military assets. Much of their gear seems outdated, and underpowered for a sector group."
I stop myself from sighing as I pull out my PDA. Checking the sector's ledger, the urge only grows stronger.
Last year, the Myto Sector made 15 Billion credits. Seems like quite a lot, but it's not. Estimates put that at only around 60% of the sector's total potential revenue.
Not to mention, that's not what the sector keeps. A third goes straight to Coruscant as tithe, and then 20% goes to the military and another 10% goes to general maintenance and you're left with 7 billion credits.
And then, one must consider corruption. On the system level corruption is commonplace. If I want to implement a new program, unless I send in soldiers to ensure everyone plays along, there's going to be people making quotes twice the market price, there's going to be embezzlement, and far more. So that 7 billion doesn't stretch nearly as far as I'd like it to.
"Unfortunately, we can't really afford that right now. Have a list prepared of the highest priority items, those that are too old or broken to safely continue to use. The rest will have to do for now."
Looking at the piracy charts again, an idea came to me.
"Garp, I'd like you to get in contact with the Loyu family for me."
"Who?"
"Some Mandalorians that did some jobs for me a while ago. They should still be in the Minda system. See if they don't have any other Mando contracts. I'm willing to offer good pay, and sector-wide exemptions for their beskar if they help deal with the pirates."
"Mercenaries, sir?" He asked, disdain hidden in his voice. "To be frank sir, my family has hired many, and most aren't what I'd call…quality people."
"True. But these are Mandalorians. They value their beskar above most else. A sector where it won't be taken from them is a dream come true. Not to mention, they'll have better opportunities here anyways. Also, if your family hired mercs, then there must've been some reputable companies, yes? See if you can get into contact with them as well."
"Of course, sir. I know a few groups that can at least act professional. Shall I have the Guild put out an open escort mission as well?"
I nod. "Please. The more people patrolling the hyperlanes, the less likely pirates are to attack."
Yet I knew it would'nt be enough. These pirates were well funded, and the strikes were sloppy but clearly had some planning to them. This wasn't a blind surge. The only question was who was funding the Slavers? They were rich, but in personal wealth, not industrial wealth. They lacked the economies to fund a piracy surge this big without me noticing…
"And the Auditor program?"
"Negotiations are progressing, sir. Ms. Oioro is making progress. However, inter-agency conflicts are causing a great deal of slowdowns."
Damn. I knew Oioro would get it done, but I needed it done sooner.
The Auditor program was something I was banking on. The Imperial Taxation Bureau and the Imperial Collection Agency were rivals of a sort. The former collected taxes and set tax rates for the Emperor, and the latter collected taxes and fines for the Treasury.
They existed to fight each other, as the Emperor loved seeing, and they were the reason quotas and taxes could be so high. Overlapping jurisdiction sometimes meant the taxmen came knocking twice, or that they demanded more to one-up the others.
And it meant trying to create a proper program with both of them was a nightmare. I just wanted good Auditors. Ones with crack teams of specialists, loyalty, and large amounts of knowledge and experience to help sort things out. A quality over quantity training program. But it would be months before Oioro sorted things out, so I was on my own.
A ping arrived on my PDA. Checking it, I saw a message from Dornun. Always an annoying thing to see, but he'd proven his usefulness despite his apparent detachment from reality.
Opening it, my blood ran cold. My heartrate spiked. Mugwuffin, who'd just been staring out the window, jumped up onto my shoulders to comfort me.
Mother was coming to Minda.
–
Yo. I'm back at it again. Got inspired after logging onto Star Citizen for the first time in over a year, asking in general what the best all-rounder ship was for under 3 mil, and then was given 100 mil by some random and invited to a party on the condition that I pinky promised to buy a Carrack and fly around with him because he loved the ship that much. People are wonderful, and I fucking love living life man. Shits great.
Also, once again, I'm out here properly setting shit up, making chapters, doing drafts, feeling like a goddamn writer. It's great. Was wondering about which ship Junsrhe's team would buy, thought about making it an Abyssal Industries ship, but their new ship is a medium hauler. So I just went with the classic YV-929.
Thanks for reading!
-Freefaller
OblivionFan007
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Oh dear, shit's about to hit the fan...
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Awww fuck she survived
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Lol. Mommy dearest finally shows up and it's after her patron Tarkin got slandered into the dirt for incomoetence. She has zero political capital to burn to influence the SI. Should be very carthartic.
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Moff Mola, she has no power here.
You hold all the cards here and she has jack and shit.
So falter not!
For you can have her shot for the incompetence of her previous posting.
But if you can't do that, have faith in the Force!
For you are blessed with competent people to help you out~!
ShitLordSupreme
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I mean she has no political power left now, right ? Las has all the pow
ReluctantCrusader
Mula sa Masa, Tungo sa Masa
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I hope Las' inner circles notice what's up and back him up when his mother arrives.
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Thanks for the update looking forward for more
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I suspect she will come hat in hand to try to get some power back. Give her nothing.
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Right. Sometimes I forget Togrutas can get quite jacked and massive with the right build and training. We tend to mainly see the lithe ones in media.
Hooray we finally get a name!
If there was ever a time for a "not technically a warship", it would be now.
Now a normal Moff would probably take the chance to saddle these captains with ruinous debts to keep them under their thumb. Luckily Moff Las is a good boss.
So if revenue is maximized and post Endor the tithe stops being able to be sent, that would be around 25 billion and 17.5 billion to play with after expenses. All that before any economic growth boosting those numbers.
On the bright side, that means Veers and friends can't burn all their funding getting big Doritos. They are going to have to focus on small ships which will be effective against pirates.
Hey Garp don't go dissing the Iotran Guard. They are good people. The other freelance mercs I can understand your reluctance.
I imagine the Muun have deep ties to the mercenary community given all that wealth needs to be protected by private security.
What if you want an effective tax policy, but the Emperor desires chaos? I imagine Las is going to have to conduct a merger once the Emperor bites it.
When it rains it pours Las.
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BaronNoir
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It's about time she showed up. She's what, two years late for her expected appearance, and without official notice of her visit? I don't know what it says about her, but so far she is falling under expectations for the scary military mother she's presented as. Well as a Moff, Las can ignore her now since she's just a Commandant from another regional command and has no authority over his sector or him now that he's a Moff and out ranks her.
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Probably, also blackmail.