Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor

[SwaffleWaffle]

so if las becomes grand moff does mugwuffin become a moff? or governor?
are they even on the payroll ,for all the bodyguard work they do.
or is 10tons of bbq a day the payroll? lol
be funny to see them go on a *gasp* diet or get a fitness trainer lol

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Mugwuffin is really light for her size though. I think her food intake might partially go into fueling her force abilities.

If that's the case, then her food should really be a work expense, and she should get a salary outside of that.

Seeing her get a fitness trainer and go through a training montage would be funny though.


Speaking of salary, I wonder when las will give himself a pay-raise, or when the governors under him will ask for one, and maybe time off / vacation days.

Perhaps instead of permanent pay-raises, he'll instead give himself and others Bonuses based on performance?

 

[Heidao]

All is going according to keikaku :}

The slavers are being removed or hunted down, the replacements are his appointed candidates to align those worlds to his tune, and he curbs the renewal of corruption as they are of like mind to him.

Now he needs to start preparing, to fortify the Oversector for the coming storms that threaten the peace and his safety until retirement.



We still got a bit before the end times (of the Empire), I just worry that his advancements on land warfare will start to take traction to the wider galaxy.

A good portion of his forces are now LECA pilots, that now makes most indoor battles look like a squad of AT-STs stormed the building. That, and the more well off and veteran members of the Guild are sporting modified Civilian variants, and will inevitably start showing off to distant sectors in time. Not only that, we can expect the Mandolorians flocking their to legalize their beskar, will get their hands on them and substitute them for a basilisk war droid, since those are kinda illegal now.

Can you imagine how fucked the rebels will be on Endor, if instead of a bike chase, they ran into a pair of high-speed variants in the woods? Or how Hoth would just be whole squads of them boosting across the snow in the assault?

Luke might need to put in more work with his lightsaber or he's probably gonna steal one for himself.

 

[TheManW/oAPlan]

Are the former slavers becoming slaves, or did I misinterpret that? Just with the language about how the former slaving governors are becoming slaves in all but name? The line below also suggests this as well, considering most of them are spending life in prison.

slavery is only permitted for non-sentient aliens, and prisoners

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I do not know if this was intentional by the author or by Las, but it does seem ironic.

 

[Zecevic081]

I feel like we are close to the second death star
Wakes up the next morning to get the message the emperor is dead

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He's got a good 5-ish years left. SDS destruction was 4BBY.

 

[Deathwings]

He's got a good 5-ish years left. SDS destruction was 4BBY.

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Don't you mean ABY ?

 

[Yacov]

Omake: C2W Blaster Pistol

Production information

Manufacturer: Guild of Commerce, Production and Protection

Type: Light blaster pistol

Cost: 700 Credits new, 450 Credits used

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Physical and technical specifications

Size: Small

Weight: 0.8 Kg

Capacity: 50 shots

Range: 20 meters optimum, 65 meters maximum

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Usage

Availability: Licensed

Roles:

• Personal Defense Weapon

Affiliation:

• Concerned urban civilians
• Private Investigators
• Law enforcement agencies with small budgets

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Description

"Looking for a bit of protection in these trying times? Apply for a civilian level blaster license for a renewed sense of safety!"
Applicationsmaytakeuptotwotofourweekstoprocess.Approvalwillbedependentonavarietyoffactorsincludingbutnotlimitedtolegibilitycriminalhistoryandpatriotismindexscore.
- Ad by the Imperial Blaster Owners Association.

The C2W (or Concerned Citizen's Weapon) is a recent production from the Guild of Commerce, Production, and Protection in the Myto sector. Marketed as a personal defense weapon for the loyal Imperial urbanite, this blaster never found much success outside this niche. This underwhelming pistol nevertheless garnered a modest following in Imperial civilians in cities across the sector.

Design

"When someone pulls out a C2W it is a threat. A threat to bring in every seccer in a five block radius down on our heads." - Smuggler on the detriments of using a C2W for criminal activity.

The C2W is considered a midway point between a hold-out blaster and a blaster pistol. This middle ground came at the cost of lower range, power, and fewer shots compared to a standard blaster pistol. The urban and confined environments the blaster was designed for was hoped to mitigate the range issue. This blaster was mainly intended to defend the user from low level criminals or packs of stray animals.

Light and decently compact. Its size and weight can make it easier to carry and not get caught on clothes or other obstructions when hastily drawn from a holster or a hand bag. Although definitely not to the degree of say a blaster modified for a gunslinger. The worst one is going to get is something caught on the partial trigger guard, but it is fairly easy to shake loose.

The C2W is fairly stable with a grip that is well-fitted and comfortable for the average sentient. A smooth trigger and the low power of each shot allow for low recoil despite the short barrel of the blaster. These decisions did little to improve the range of the blaster which remained below the standard for a blaster pistol.

The C2W's shape was designed to intimidate the ignorant and the inexperienced. It is also purposely designed to make significant noise when fired to frighten the user's attackers be they sentient or non-sentient. This makes the C2W unsuitable for more subtle occupations that would want to avoid drawing attention. However if one actually wants to notify all local law enforcement in several blocks that a blaster has been fired and they should head in that direction, then the C2W is certainly going to do a good job of informing them.

Sales

"Great. Another Cry To Win rookie thinking their hot stuff." - Veteran Guild Member mocking a rookie trying to register with a C2W.

Once the first batch of C2Ws hit the market, it made a small, but noticeable splash. Citizens worried about the rising pirate activity resulted in a minor surge of orders in the first few weeks after release. The low power of the blaster made it easier to obtain a license than most other blaster pistols while also not being as restricted as hold-out blasters. Initial reports were rosy and there were talks of expanding production.

Despite a strong showing in the beginning, orders began to drop off after the first few months of good news. While the C2W did well enough among civilians inside of cities, it often faltered in other areas. Rural populations preferred applying for longer range hunting blasters or just bought blasters without a license. The Imperial Military and PDFs considered the blaster a silly toy for ignorant civilians. The same held true among private mercenaries such as the Guild who had access to far better options and would often mock rookies who showed up with one. Criminals and Rebels thought the C2W was a death sentence if they ever had to fire it, so the Underworld never made much effort to acquire them.

Talks of expanding production lines stalled and the C2W was designated a low priority product by the Guild. However sales of the blaster never truly stopped and the weapon retains a following among the civilian blaster community. These days the C2W remains on the shelves of weapon stores as an option for frightened civilians seeking something to make them feel safe. The C2W will never win much glory on a battlefield, but it does its job of being a reassurance to civilians and giving them a bit of protection against muggers and feral animals.

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Meet the C2W, a blaster interesting due to its circumstances as much as its design. A civilian handgun made in the during the Galactic Civil War for Imperial civilian populations that are trusted enough to be armed. The Empire as a general rule does not want to arm a civilian population. Just one more example of why the Minda system and the Myto sector as a whole is a strange place.

For an image I was going to use something like a standard Glock, but then I saw the S333 Thunderstruck double barrel magnum and fell in the love with the goofy design. So just imagine that, but a bit larger, with one barrel instead of two, a pistol instead of a revolver, and the chamber being a power pack. A funny situation where the Star Wars version is saner than the real life inspiration.

Crossposted on SB and SV

 

[Freefaller]

Chp-99

Moff Surrde
Braxant Sector
ISD-II Ironhand

Surrde stared out into the black of the void. Its immeasurable darkness was kept separate from him only by the glass of the bridge.

Officers rushed around him on the bridge, tension palpable in the air. Orders spoken in rushed whispers, dials and knobs twisted and turned with sweaty fingers, and displays watched with eyes that darted around the room.

But Surrde only stared, silent, a wall of stillness in a sea of barely controlled chaos. Eyes rarely blinking, hands steady behind his back. Even his mind lay free of the chaos.

For in his mind, it was already over. All he'd done, all he'd sacrificed. Lost in sheer foolishness.

A spark of anger threatened to flair up, but he quashed it. This was no longer the time to rage at his mistakes. No, soon it would be the time to do what he was born to do one last time.

"Sir! Multiple hyperspace signatures detected!"

It was time to do battle.

Before him, he saw an Imperial taskforce jump into hyperspace. The gleaming hulls of half a dozen star destroyers, complemented by dozens of support ships.

To his side, a junior officer approached him cautiously.

"Sir, we're outnumbered. Maybe it would be best if we su-"

He fell to the ground dead, a large plasma burn marrying his head. Surrde holstered his pistol, eyes having never left the fleet approaching him.

"Deploy the TIE's, and engage the forward deflector shields. I want all turbolasers focused on the lead ship."

The bridge's pace redoubled in fear, and Surrde stayed still even as the smell of burnt flesh permeated the air.

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Aren Hiral

"Sir, Surrde has been confirmed dead. His flagship has been destroyed."

With that single sentence, Hiral felt relief unknown to him until that point. Surrde's entire debacle had threatened everything he'd worked towards. All those late nights smooth talking magnates and bribing officials would be gone.

"And why was no attempt at an arrest made?" he asked. It didn't matter to him, but the ISB wanted him alive and if they didn't even get a chance, it might cause problems.

"He refused to surrender, sir. The taskforce leader decided it was easier to simply destroy the ship."

Aren nodded. A simple but plausible explanation, and one that actually had nothing to do with him! That would do wonders to keep the ISB from sniffing around.

Regardless, as the holo call cut and Aren returned to planning, his mind turned towards piracy. A growing problem across the oversector.

He would have to see about assigning more of the oversectors forces to the Mid-Rim worlds. He was making inroads with incredibly wealthy magnates there that had connections to the Core Worlds. If he played his cards right, he could get himself in the room with some Core World elite.

Oh, he could just smell the power!

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Surrde was dead, and yet I felt no real relief.

You'd think I would, but his death was all but guaranteed. I'd already won, the punishment for him losing was simply delayed.

Therefore, I felt no relief for the inevitable. Instead, I only felt stress at the problems before me.

Piracy had been increasing across not just the sector but the oversector. This was a known problem, something I'd been working towards solving. The future hulls the R&D team was working on would be an efficient solution once ready, but they weren't ready. The team hadn't even finished a full blueprint of the prototype, much less anything ready for production.

In the meantime, forces across the sector were spread thin as is. Especially with the 9.6 million slaves that were in the process of being freed, suffice it to say that the sector was in no way prepared to handle another piracy wave.

Thankfully, the previous wave seemed to have been artificially caused by the slavers. Which meant another spike likely wouldn't happen any time soon.

But piracy was still rampant and slowly but surely on the uptick. That was a problem. Even with the underworld connection through Governor Murr we couldn't keep control of the flow.

I leaned back in my chair, letting out a sigh. If I could count how many times I'd sighed that deeply since I found myself here, I wouldn't. The sheer amount would probably indicate bad things for my health.

A ring from my terminal brought me back, the blinking light indicating a call was being transferred from my secretary to me.

Checking the caller ID, it was Darna. I wondered idly if she needed help settling into her new role as head of the Guild, given that she'd given up her Vice-Governorship of Edin for it. Edin had exhausted its immediate usefulness to her while the Guild just kept growing, so it was an obvious jump for her.

But then I remembered I was thinking about Darna, and quickly banished any thought of her asking for help. She was incredibly stubborn about some things and would only ever ask for help if she felt it was truly dire.

"Hey Darna. What's up?"

"Sir, I've got news. The Guild has come into contact with multiple Mandalorian clans that wish to sign up wholesale with the Guild. I've taken the liberty of getting into contact with the heads of each clan in order to see if longer term contracts could be gained. They could be incredibly effective in our anti-piracy efforts."

I hummed. She was right. The Loyu family I'd hired a couple years back had been incredibly useful throughout their time, and they had only been three mandos in a single armed freighter. If I could get these clans to stick around, provided they behave, the utility would be very welcome.

"Alright. I'll authorize the beskar permits for as much as they have with them. Also, give them special Guild status if they take on the contracts. No sense in leaving them with substandard gear-"

"-that would be wasted on worse mercenaries. Makes sense. I'll see what we can dig up. Should I give them any authority over local Guild patrols to enhance their capabilities? I'm of the belief that it would be useful-"

"-but they haven't exactly proven themselves trustworthy. Fair enough. Hold off on that for now, but get them the gear if they accept the contracts. Even if they don't, give them the beskar permits anyways. Best to keep them in the sector."

"Of course."

From there, we chatted some more. Mostly about the goings on in the sector, though we tacitly avoided anything remotely related to HAVEN just in case the line was tapped. Those sorts of talks were reserved for encrypted messages and in person meetings.

It was nice talking to Darna. She'd been my first secretary and knew me sometimes better than I knew myself. Not to mention we were both so busy we rarely got to speak outside of work anyways.

When all that was finished, I got back to work, reading over the meticulously written reports my new secretary had prepared for me.

My new secretary, Roius, was an interesting man. Older than me by at least a few decades, he was quite competent. He kept schedules nice and tidy, dealt with superfluous problems before they reached my office, and was overall just good at his job.

The problem that some found with him was his status as a cyborg. The cybernetics were obvious. Not just an arm and a leg, but the neural implant running around his bald head were plain as day.

Honestly, to many he would be considered more controversial than having an alien secretary, because even his status as full blooded human didn't save him from the derision thrown against cyborgs.

Thankfully, I'm the Moff of this sector, meaning unless someone above me has some sort of serious problem with it, they won't bother me, and those below me can't do anything about it, and I get to enjoy the benefits of a cyborg secretary.

Which mostly includes the myriad of fun facts he just happens to have stored about any and everything.

For example, did you know that swoop gangs are statistically the least likely type of criminal organization in the galaxy to commit violent crimes? Yeah, apparently they tend to mostly be full of teens and err more on the side of illegal racing and vandalism with the occasional robbery. Very interesting.

The rest of the day was not of any particular interest. While the piracy problem was always there in the background, I had few options arrayed before me to solve the problem that would not cause significant problems elsewhere. So for now, I could only keep things working while I tried to come up with a solution.

I busied myself with reports from the former slaver worlds instead. While freeing the slaves was a slow and arduous process that took up much time, there was some good news.

The new Governors of these systems had all of course immediately joined the Guild, and given their current situation were given special status by the Guild and myself. In light of the significant stress they were currently under they got to pay fewer taxes, got priority shipping in many industries, and grants galore to kickstart proper business.

It wasn't a perfect fit, but it worked well enough. It would take some 4 or so months for the systems to be back on their feet with all the slaves processed, though it would likely take months after that for the systems to be properly growing economically in any real way.

Ironically enough, the Auditor Program which I had created to specifically counter this sort of thing had yet to finish training its first class before the entire problem was over and done with. Still, the Auditors would be useful. The former slaver systems still had plenty of corruption and crime, even with a clean uppermost management. The Auditors would be invaluable in helping purge the rot and let the systems flourish.

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Jir Mola
Accordia

Looking at herself in the mirror, Jir smoothed out the final wrinkle in her new uniform.

The light grey was slightly different from the uniform she used to wear as Commandant, which itself tended to be on the beige side. It was also distinctly different from the more formal dark black or white uniforms she wore to more special occasions.

The uniform itself, despite the grey, was remarkably different from standard Imperial faire. Jir had been given a choice between different styles, with distinct variants for colder and warmer weather.

Carefully, she checked herself over for any imperfection. First impressions were important after all, and she refused to show up on her first day at this job with anything less than a perfect, spotless uniform.

She'd had students lose points for less. It was a signifier of sloppiness, after all.

Finally, she adjusted the pin on her breast pocket, ensuring its golden shine wasn't marred in the slightest. She found it ostentatious, especially compared to the uniform, but such things were irrelevant in the long run.

Below it sat her name tag. Jir Coru. Coru being the last name given to Coruscanti orphans from her sector of the Galactic City underbelly. She could've kept using the Mola name. She was still technically married to Dornun, and she was normally one to use every advantage she had.

But Mola was a name now best associated with her son. And her pride refused to let her use her connection to him to make her way up the ladder. Thankfully, it was easy enough to change the name on her paperwork considering Imperial (technically Republic) records from back before her marriage still existed, making the process easy.

Before leaving her apartment, she made one last quick sweep of the area. It was as spartan as always. The camera she'd bought for cheap was hidden in a discrete corner, disguised as part of an electrical panel, surveying the room.

Another sweep, this time checking her hidey holes where money and other potential valuable items were kept hidden. All good.

Once outside, she swiftly turned around. As the automatic door slid closed behind her, she held out a tiny strand of string, letting it fall into the gap betwee the door and wall. As the door closed shut, it caught the string mid-fall, keeping it trapped an inch above the ground.

Now if someone entered her apartment, the door would open and the string would fall. And upon returning home, by checking she would know.

From her apartment, she made her way through the crowded halls of the megabuilding. She instinctively dodged through the crowds, never allowing her pristine uniform to come into contact.

Around her shoulder was a matte black bag. It was sleek, professional, and carried all she needed for the day.

Within it there were four ration bars, two of which would satiate her from the start of the workday to lunch, and from there until she left for home. Both her PDA's sat there, one given by her employers for work purposes and the other her personal PDA, one of the few items of significant value she bought due to the sheer utility.

Finally, within a side pocket of the purse the opening of which was accessible without opening the purse itself was a hidden holdout blaster. Registered, of course.

The unregistered one stayed at home, just in case she ever needed a blaster that couldn't be tracked.

Eventually she made it to the skyway platform nestled in the center of the megabuilding. The trains were near silent and already elevated, and as such allowed megabuilding residents to easily access public transportation. It also made her choice of locale more efficient considering both the cheap price of the apartment and her access to transport.

As some children rushed by, giggling to themselves about some inane topic and swinging around a large plushy of that lizard creature her son kept around, she instinctively tightened her grip on her purse. She knew full well how sly pickpocketers could be, and she would not fall prey to one.

Mentally shaking off the paranoia of her underworld upbringing, she stepped onto the skyway train, subconsciously finding her way to an advantageous position. There were no real winning spots on a train car, but from her quick mental judgements she determined that the spot she had chosen was filled mostly with children and the elderly, far easier to deal with in case things went badly.

Soon enough, the train deposited her in the center of the city. Gleaming towers of metal sat next to veritable castles of stone. A million styles of architecture went hand in hand with the myriad of styles of clothing and creatures that roamed the streets.

Once again, Jir dodged through the crowds, deftly ignoring merchants crying out about their cheap wares and parents scolding their children for running around. The noise faded into the background, her ears filtering out anything that didn't immediately seem important.

Eventually, she found her way to the entrance to her new workplace. The building itself was stout, wider than it was tall. Its brutalist design and grey duracrete walls, combined with its location in the city marked it as one of the first buildings built during the city's expansion.

Staring up at the banners flowing from its walls, adorned with the same insignia on her pin, Jir allowed herself a slight smirk.

She would rise the ranks and prove herself, of that there was no doubt.

But first, she had to make it.

As Junior Member Success Liaison Jir Coru of the Imperial Guild.

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Aight, so I messed around with some image editors before realizing that I could just use an AI for the Guild insignia, since it's a relatively unimportant thing. No worries, any art used for anything like characters, ships and more will be real art, either something I commission, find online or make myself if I ever get there.

As for the chapter, I think it's aight. I'm not super good at ending arcs, but frankly speaking I could think of no other way for the slaver arc to end. Surrde is an absurd blustering man but he also is someone who, despite his failings, does what he does for battle. I can't see him accepting his fate or ever letting the enemy board his ship.

As for Jir, yeah I decided to have her become a Guild employee. After all, what better way to prove to Las she was right than to rise to the top of the organization he built himself? Her success of course will be dependent on her actions, so who knows. Maybe Darna finally has some real competition for her position as Guildmaster.

Lateral raises are painful, but my disdain for my chub is stronger! Keep lifting, fellow brochachos.
-Freefaller

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

As Junior Member Success Liaison Jir Coru of the Imperial Guild.

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Oh dear, I have no idea if this is gonna be a good thing but I know that it will be a headache for our dear Moff. Let's see what happens next.

For example, did you know that swoop gangs are statistically the least likely type of criminal organization in the galaxy to commit violent crimes? Yeah, apparently they tend to mostly be full of teens and err more on the side of illegal racing and vandalism with the occasional robbery. Very interesting.

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For a second you had me thinking that instead of exterminating crime within the sector, they were gonna make the only viable criminal group be a literal syndicate of swoop gangs. But thats just me liking crack fics.

 

[RageKnight]

She spent so long climbing from the lower sectors of the hive world that she never noticed that she reached the surface years ago.

 

[TRm]

I liked the finishing each others' sentences part with Darna

 

[readsalot]

Her success of course will be dependent on her actions, so who knows. Maybe Darna finally has some real competition for her position as Guildmaster.

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Heh that would be fun to see.
Looking forward to the next chapter

 

[Eniotna]

As Junior Member Success Liaison Jir Coru of the Imperial Guild.

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Who wants to bet she's going to climb up the ranks until she's the head of the guild?

 

[trudny1]

I do wonder how Jir will react to a different Imperial culture here (on how everything is run).

 

[TheDerangedOne]

Who wants to bet she's going to climb up the ranks until she's the head of the guild?

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She's going to try for that at the very least... but I'm betting on some drunken breakdown with her co-workers helping her re-evaluate her life happening before she achieves it.
Her son, and by extention The Guild, probably has her face and new identity flagged regardless of how sneaky she thinks she's being at the moment.

 

[Nisiris]

Can't help but find Jir most enjoyable of family to read, her mother methods aside, given her past it's not surprising she knows how to climb from the lowest point, which just proves how competent she is.

 

[Mistroz]

Excellent chapter.

 

[AldariSiradla]

May you serve with distinction Jir Coru.
For in this regime, merit matters.
And exemplary service will be rewarded handsomely.
And I hope you can see that you have soared and finally touched the surface...
Rather than living beneath the dirt and grime of the lower levels.

 

[krahe]

Man, living in the Coruscant unverhive as an orphan sure fucked up mama Mola somewhat fierce

 

[Stelarwand030]

Before him, he saw an Imperial taskforce jump into hyperspace.

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Jump from hyperspace. These are entering the system not leaving it.

 

[PepeDeLosPalotes]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Yacov]

It was time to do battle.

Before him, he saw an Imperial taskforce jump into hyperspace. The gleaming hulls of half a dozen star destroyers, complemented by dozens of support ships.

To his side, a junior officer approached him cautiously.

"Sir, we're outnumbered. Maybe it would be best if we su-"

He fell to the ground dead, a large plasma burn marrying his head. Surrde holstered his pistol, eyes having never left the fleet approaching him.

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Here we the see the signs of the coming warlord era after Endor. Even after being outed as the mastermind of the assassination, Surrde can still muster Star Destroyers worth of firepower through fear and intimidation.

"He refused to surrender, sir. The taskforce leader decided it was easier to simply destroy the ship."

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Well that is one irreplaceable Star Destroyer gone. Probably any others as well.

Regardless, as the holo call cut and Aren returned to planning, his mind turned towards piracy. A growing problem across the oversector.

He would have to see about assigning more of the oversectors forces to the Mid-Rim worlds. He was making inroads with incredibly wealthy magnates there that had connections to the Core Worlds. If he played his cards right, he could get himself in the room with some Core World elite.

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Well that is going to be bad for the Outer Rim sectors in the oversector. At least it will give Las an excuse to continue building up his forces if Hiral is moving the traditional defenders away.

When all that was finished, I got back to work, reading over the meticulously written reports my new secretary had prepared for me.

My new secretary, Roius, was an interesting man. Older than me by at least a few decades, he was quite competent. He kept schedules nice and tidy, dealt with superfluous problems before they reached my office, and was overall just good at his job.

The problem that some found with him was his status as a cyborg. The cybernetics were obvious. Not just an arm and a leg, but the neural implant running around his bald head were plain as day.

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I kind of want to see Roius' POV when he looks into Las' administration and learns a lot of bureaucracy was done physically with physical reports.

The new Governors of these systems had all of course immediately joined the Guild, and given their current situation were given special status by the Guild and myself. In light of the significant stress they were currently under they got to pay fewer taxes, got priority shipping in many industries, and grants galore to kickstart proper business.

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Imagine having an economic downturn and the Empire lessens your taxes and provides economic development aid. Wild place this Myto sector.

Within it there were four ration bars, two of which would satiate her from the start of the workday to lunch, and from there until she left for home. Both her PDA's sat there, one given by her employers for work purposes and the other her personal PDA, one of the few items of significant value she bought due to the sheer utility.

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You would think Jir would have some savings built up even with her pension potentially getting taken away. Maybe it was spent surviving the chaos of post-Yavin and getting to Minda? Or this is Jir being prideful or some other thing.

 

[Heidao]

Suurde's dead

Hiral's pleased

Everyone walks away witha pat in the back

Now only the present threat of pirates and slavers trying to fill the void in the market are pouring in.

Perhaps, it might be prudent to form a few task groups to free roam between the sectors, using the coming Mandos to act as scouts while on their jobs hunting down the criminals. They'll do their hunts, and if their investigations have them come up on an outpost or a full base, one of the closest task groups can be signaled in to bombard them. Might as well add incentives for the Mandos to consider calling for help, than to try and take them on. A balance of while they could gett bounties and spoils, there'd be a considerable flat sum for the call in, even more if the opportunity to collaborate for captures and a portion of spoils as another thing to consider.



Mom was the original boogieman, but more on the irrational once she was so far away and then downright silly when he became a Moff. But one that's understandable considering her life and mindset shaped by it, she fought to get out of that hole and she doesn't want to be in a position that would send her back in.

A respectable hustle, but marred by having her kids accessory to keeping the hole farther away

Well at least she's moving on, but I'm looking forward to seeing her continuing to go about with her core world paranoia, while watching the peace in the worlds her son touched and feel totally uncomfortable by it

 

[Watching]

Piracy had been increasing across not just the sector but the oversector

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I guess the Zan consortium is making moves?

 

[Freefaller]

You would think Jir would have some savings built up even with her pension potentially getting taken away. Maybe it was spent surviving the chaos of post-Yavin and getting to Minda? Or this is Jir being prideful or some other thing.

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She does have savings, it's just that she's defaulted back to a more survivalist mindset. She refuses to spend credits on things she feels are unnecessary or lack utility in some manner.

 

[sperance]

Who wants to bet she's going to climb up the ranks until she's the head of the guild?

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I doubt it. The methods she used to climb the Imperial ladder wouldn't work in the Guild. If anything, I think she'll stall in a middle manager position and eventually have a breakdown over how her "proven" methods are failing her.

In addition to that, narratively speaking, if Jin succeeds in become leader of the Guild, then that validates her actions. I won't say it won't happen, but it would be a very weird turn for this story to go "Actually, the abusive mother willing to kill her own son was right all along".

 

[ExFelineServer3]

Haha! Mugwuffin Plushies have arrived in story!
Her way of making certain her servant/companion keeps getting her nice things.

 

[vtkun]

thanks for the chapter