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Governor's Gambit - Star Wars SI into Imperial Governor
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Jao
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Unita's name might also be from ME. The first Human ambassador to the Citadel is Anita, the second being Udina. If you combine their names you get Unita.
Osku
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There was omake on sb, alderaan royal engineers.
sperance
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I imagine he was actually quite pleased. In his fucked up view of the world, his daughters are a fucking disappointment because they're boring as hell. Little good toy soldiers who do exactly what is expected of them at all times and flinch away from anything that may be interesting. Las, on the other hand, is the greatest plot twist Dornun's family has ever given him. A walking corpse, suddenly unveiling previously unseen depths and competency. Besting challenges and assassinations with previously unseen cunning, engendering loyalty out of sheer competence. And unlike Jir, Las seems immune to having the spark that makes him interesting be snuffed out by the realitites of the Empire. If anything, they seem to motivate him even further.
So I imagine Dornun is quite happy with it.
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Sanguine
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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At least he can admit it, acknowledge it and feel genuine guilt over it.
Leagues better then what we've heard about momma Mola.
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What the hell bro, I wish some of my exams were that easy.
Ryanyahoo
Your first time is always over so quickly, isn't it?
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Yacov
Not too sore, are you?
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Nice to see we got a timeline to Las' Moffdom.
I am sure the latter will have no consequences whatsoever
Las may have favorites, but it still won't be a free ride for anyone.
Even in a relative bureaucratic paradise, Ife still has that Imperial paranoia towards subordinates.
Oh no, he is a Force sensitive drama student. Those never end well.
Dornun continuing the Mindan tradition of hiring borderline Rebels.
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Omake: Scarce Game and Lean Years
POV: Sergeant Kinko, Edin's Edge Monitoring Outpost (the Sixth), Edin System, Myto Sector
Sergeant Kinko sighed as he gazed out the window into the void. Edin's Edge was the furthest outpost in the system. Seen as the worst posting for the Imperial military in Edin. Even more than asteroid patrol, getting blasted at by the occasional pirate who thinks they can take on the Imperial Navy. At least they had reliable backup.
The issue with being assigned to Edin's Edge was mainly due to the fact that there was nothing enjoyable about the posting. When you served a rotation here, there were usually two outcomes. You were in for either a boring eternity looking at the very occasional passing ship, or your time at the posting ends suddenly in a pirate attack with potential reinforcements likely unable to come to your aid in time to prevent the station's demise.
Despite being on the sixth iteration of the station in under five years, the posting wasn't as lethal as it sounded. This was Kinko's second Edin's Edge after all. Armor and shields were often sufficient to complete evacuation procedures, and the escape pod was fast enough to get out of the combat zone without too much attention from enemy usually. That did little to make having your station blown up any less unpleasant. Most of the crew didn't even risk bringing along personal effects when assigned here, another mark against the station.
It made Kinko question why they would even rebuild the station time after time. Yet he knew the answer. Something had to be out here to monitor traffic coming in and out of this remote, but relatively stable entrance into the asteroid field. More respectable spacers would just take the closer and more secure route to Highreach, but the station wasn't built to monitor respectable folk. If Edin's Edge wasn't here, pirates and smugglers would have free rein to come in and root themselves back into the asteroid field the Navy had spend so much effort clearing out. It was an important duty, but it didn't stop him feeling like a Mynock in a Spice mine.
"Sergeant! We have picked up a ship heading straight towards us! They have no transponder code and are not responding to hails!"
Looks like Kinko is in for the latter of the two outcomes. Another Edin's Edge lost to a sudden, but inevitable pirate raid looking to pluck out the Empire's eyes. He just hopes reinforcements aren't too far away this time. Last raid had them stuck in the escape pod for half a day. Things only got weirder with the next update.
"Sergeant! They are not powering up their weapons or shields! In fact their vessel appears to have be in very poor repair. Hold on, they managed to send a pretty garbled message… I think they are requesting to come aboard?"
Well at least there is little chance of them blowing up the station again. We may yet be able to beat Edin's Edge the Third's record. Unless there is a sudden betrayal by a subordinate. At least Kinko will get to look the people in the eye before they start shooting at him.
"Signal that we will let 'em aboard. Regs say we can't fire on a nonthreatening vessel asking for help. Make sure you get a good scan, then send it over to the Patrol Fleet with a request for reinforcements. At least if they kill us all the Fleet will have a clear ID to actively hunt down.
After that, assemble in the landing bay with the rest of the crew. In front of the escape pod like we practiced. Let's see what fresh Bantha dung Edin has thrown in our faces today."
——
This… was certainly not what Kinko was expecting.
"Can you run that by me again? Just for confirmation?"
The rickety YV-865 Aurore-class freighter had landed in their landing bay with an uncomfortable thud. Disgorging hundreds of Sanyassans into the station. A sight most small stations would see before their crew were slaughtered en masse.
"I am Chief Szubak, 34th chieftain of the Rolling Rock Clan. We of the Rolling Rock Clan have come to discuss surrendering to the Empire Tribe."
It was the appearance of the Sanyassans that deviated from the visions of doom Kinko dreaded on anxious nights. Instead of a mob of burly raiders, the group was made up primarily of a couple hundred women and children. All sporting gaunt faces and disheartened spirits. The dozen or so males of adult age were all tied up with fibercord and presented to the Edin's Edge crew. Their leader, similarly bound, was dressed in crude finery several sizes too large for him.
"And what caused this sudden desire to submit to the Empire, Chieftain Szubak?"
He had heard of an individual criminal turning themselves in. Usually to snitch on their mates in exchange for a lighter sentence. It happened more frequently as word of the Edin's light hand on convicts got around. However hundreds communally showing up is practically unheard of.
"Before these harsh times brought by your new chieftain, the Rolling Rock Clan enjoyed plenty. The Empire Tribe was lax in their vigilance of this area and we made many raids on your metal herds and traders. The Fields of Rock were filled with fattened bands, sufficiently gorged to not make trouble with the others for there was a lot to go around.
When your new chieftain took control, your patrols were tightened and discipline instilled. Where there was laxity and even cooperation with members of the Empire Tribe, now there is only fire and harshness. The Fields of Rock are now filled with strangers. Those who do not respect the Truce Day for trading nor settle legal disputes with trial by combat. Each group is desperate for any advantage to survive one more day.
The Rolling Rock Clan has fallen on harsh times. Hunting and raiding is now fraught with danger for the menfolk. So dangerous that I am the eighth chieftain elected to lead the Clan in the past two years. Convoys once pliant and meek now have strong guards both within and without."
Kinko gave a subtle motion to his crew behind his back. They scuttled a bit closer to the benign, unlabeled door leading to the escape pod. If this speech was some kind of ritualistic justification for an attack, they need the best chance possible.
How Kinko wishes he could join them. However a leader, even a mere sergeant, must always present strength in a crisis. If only to buy a moment for the rest to escape. Backpedaling would only be a sign of weakness and an invitation to attack. Whether the chieftain noticed or not, he did not react and continued his speech.
"Now strangers attempt to raid us as often as they do the Empire Tribe. Our enthralled Tech-shamans and slaves have all been seized and our stores plundered frequently. They have broken through our hull plating barmkin a number of times, although our womenfolk and children have always been safe at further cost to our menfolk.
Our herd of mighty warships is now reducing to the lone wounded creature you see before you. A large part of the herd was struck down when we joined in the Battle of Falling Boulders where a confederation of Clans formed a war party to launch an assault on your Tribe.
Unfortunately we were no match for the ferocity of your new Vigilbeasts. Many Clans simply disintegrated or fled the Fields after that great disaster. Sadly we could not rouse the Star-Road Makeron our surviving ship to join them, as it has not worked in many rotations.
Things are hardly better at home within the Clan's bastle houses. The womenfolk struggle to organize the stores so there is enough food and goods for everyone. Hunger gnaws at menfolk, womenfolk, and children alike. Children are forced to be initiated sooner and sooner to support the Clan's activities. Sparse game means the Clan lacks the Wupiupi to pay the few friendly merchants that would dare frequent the Fields of Rock these days. Desperate measures must be taken before the Clan dies out completely."
Kinko nodded along as if any of this sob story mattered to him right now. Currently his primary concern was keeping this desperate mob that outnumbered them more than thirty to one from tearing him and his crew apart limb from limb. The Clan probably had the arms they had left still aboard their ship. If the shooting started his crew wouldn't be able to kill them all before they retrieved them.
"What conditions did you have in mind in exchange for laying down your arms?"
If Kinko can keep this surrender show going, maybe he can disarm the Clan enough to stand a chance. Or stall enough time for reinforcements to show up. Either would work for him since it meant the eight of them could flee to the escape pod again and hopefully they would be too distracted to blown them up with the station's guns.
"We know the Empire Tribe pays for the capture of those who have raided them. The Rolling Rock Clan will submit to your Tribe and renounce their autonomy. We menfolk will pay whatever is demanded for breaking your Tribe's laws. Our womenfolk and children will integrate into your Tribe. They have not partook in our raids and have not broken any of your Tribe's laws.
In exchange we ask that the bounty for the menfolk be given to the womenfolk and the children. So that they may afford food and a chance to earn their place among your Tribe. We also ask that what little stores of the Clan remain with the Clan to assist in their integration."
Good to know they aren't asking for too much. Makes it easier to promise things if it looks convincing. Better play along even if matters change down the road.
"I see no problems with your Clan's proposal. Come, share in the Empire Tribe's bounty while our chieftain's patrol comes for you."
——
Kinko leaned back in his seat and took a breath. It took some convincing, performing some strange oath ritual, and three months worth of the station's rations spent on a single feast, but the Sanyassanswere finally quiescent. The crew assisted in setting up a hutment so the Clan can sleep in the landing bay. Now he has some time to relax and…
"Sergeant! Tartan approaching! It's from the Patrol Fleet. There are responding to the message we sent out and are asking for an update."
…Think of what the frak he is going to say to the Fleet about this mess. By the Void. How to spin this? How to spin thiiiss?
"Tell them… tell them that civilians kept in a raiders' stronghold have bound their captors and are now seeking asylum with the Empire. I ordered the crew to empty the station's stores to give the civilians a good meal they probably hadn't seen in ages while the station's medical droid looked them over for injuries and illnesses. The civilians' demeanors are quite grateful and they are eager to integrate into their new homes."
There! Technically the truth, while making Kinko look good. He can only hope the captain is enough of a bleeding heart that they won't scrutinize his report too deeply and be more concerned about caring for the half-starved children. Perhaps his part in the "rescue" of these civilians might even get him a transfer off this deathtrap of a station.
——
I figured between Edin's underworld getting crushed, the Empire and the Guild increasing patrols, and out of sector competition rolling in, that the more "traditional" raiding communities would be feeling the pressure. The lack of successful raids quickly burning through their reserves of men, supplies, and ships. At that point their choices are starve, get subsumed by a foreign raiding band, or surrender to the Empire.
The Rolling Rock Clan was inspired by border reivers on the Scottish-English border in the 1500s and an old PC game called King of Dragon Pass. Felt it fit with how little Imperial control was in the Edin system's space before Las rolled in. The system's history of public order being so bad that familial communities of raiders managed to take root.
Crossposted on SB and SV
POV: Sergeant Kinko, Edin's Edge Monitoring Outpost (the Sixth), Edin System, Myto Sector
Sergeant Kinko sighed as he gazed out the window into the void. Edin's Edge was the furthest outpost in the system. Seen as the worst posting for the Imperial military in Edin. Even more than asteroid patrol, getting blasted at by the occasional pirate who thinks they can take on the Imperial Navy. At least they had reliable backup.
The issue with being assigned to Edin's Edge was mainly due to the fact that there was nothing enjoyable about the posting. When you served a rotation here, there were usually two outcomes. You were in for either a boring eternity looking at the very occasional passing ship, or your time at the posting ends suddenly in a pirate attack with potential reinforcements likely unable to come to your aid in time to prevent the station's demise.
Despite being on the sixth iteration of the station in under five years, the posting wasn't as lethal as it sounded. This was Kinko's second Edin's Edge after all. Armor and shields were often sufficient to complete evacuation procedures, and the escape pod was fast enough to get out of the combat zone without too much attention from enemy usually. That did little to make having your station blown up any less unpleasant. Most of the crew didn't even risk bringing along personal effects when assigned here, another mark against the station.
It made Kinko question why they would even rebuild the station time after time. Yet he knew the answer. Something had to be out here to monitor traffic coming in and out of this remote, but relatively stable entrance into the asteroid field. More respectable spacers would just take the closer and more secure route to Highreach, but the station wasn't built to monitor respectable folk. If Edin's Edge wasn't here, pirates and smugglers would have free rein to come in and root themselves back into the asteroid field the Navy had spend so much effort clearing out. It was an important duty, but it didn't stop him feeling like a Mynock in a Spice mine.
"Sergeant! We have picked up a ship heading straight towards us! They have no transponder code and are not responding to hails!"
Looks like Kinko is in for the latter of the two outcomes. Another Edin's Edge lost to a sudden, but inevitable pirate raid looking to pluck out the Empire's eyes. He just hopes reinforcements aren't too far away this time. Last raid had them stuck in the escape pod for half a day. Things only got weirder with the next update.
"Sergeant! They are not powering up their weapons or shields! In fact their vessel appears to have be in very poor repair. Hold on, they managed to send a pretty garbled message… I think they are requesting to come aboard?"
Well at least there is little chance of them blowing up the station again. We may yet be able to beat Edin's Edge the Third's record. Unless there is a sudden betrayal by a subordinate. At least Kinko will get to look the people in the eye before they start shooting at him.
"Signal that we will let 'em aboard. Regs say we can't fire on a nonthreatening vessel asking for help. Make sure you get a good scan, then send it over to the Patrol Fleet with a request for reinforcements. At least if they kill us all the Fleet will have a clear ID to actively hunt down.
After that, assemble in the landing bay with the rest of the crew. In front of the escape pod like we practiced. Let's see what fresh Bantha dung Edin has thrown in our faces today."
——
This… was certainly not what Kinko was expecting.
"Can you run that by me again? Just for confirmation?"
The rickety YV-865 Aurore-class freighter had landed in their landing bay with an uncomfortable thud. Disgorging hundreds of Sanyassans into the station. A sight most small stations would see before their crew were slaughtered en masse.
"I am Chief Szubak, 34th chieftain of the Rolling Rock Clan. We of the Rolling Rock Clan have come to discuss surrendering to the Empire Tribe."
It was the appearance of the Sanyassans that deviated from the visions of doom Kinko dreaded on anxious nights. Instead of a mob of burly raiders, the group was made up primarily of a couple hundred women and children. All sporting gaunt faces and disheartened spirits. The dozen or so males of adult age were all tied up with fibercord and presented to the Edin's Edge crew. Their leader, similarly bound, was dressed in crude finery several sizes too large for him.
"And what caused this sudden desire to submit to the Empire, Chieftain Szubak?"
He had heard of an individual criminal turning themselves in. Usually to snitch on their mates in exchange for a lighter sentence. It happened more frequently as word of the Edin's light hand on convicts got around. However hundreds communally showing up is practically unheard of.
"Before these harsh times brought by your new chieftain, the Rolling Rock Clan enjoyed plenty. The Empire Tribe was lax in their vigilance of this area and we made many raids on your metal herds and traders. The Fields of Rock were filled with fattened bands, sufficiently gorged to not make trouble with the others for there was a lot to go around.
When your new chieftain took control, your patrols were tightened and discipline instilled. Where there was laxity and even cooperation with members of the Empire Tribe, now there is only fire and harshness. The Fields of Rock are now filled with strangers. Those who do not respect the Truce Day for trading nor settle legal disputes with trial by combat. Each group is desperate for any advantage to survive one more day.
The Rolling Rock Clan has fallen on harsh times. Hunting and raiding is now fraught with danger for the menfolk. So dangerous that I am the eighth chieftain elected to lead the Clan in the past two years. Convoys once pliant and meek now have strong guards both within and without."
Kinko gave a subtle motion to his crew behind his back. They scuttled a bit closer to the benign, unlabeled door leading to the escape pod. If this speech was some kind of ritualistic justification for an attack, they need the best chance possible.
How Kinko wishes he could join them. However a leader, even a mere sergeant, must always present strength in a crisis. If only to buy a moment for the rest to escape. Backpedaling would only be a sign of weakness and an invitation to attack. Whether the chieftain noticed or not, he did not react and continued his speech.
"Now strangers attempt to raid us as often as they do the Empire Tribe. Our enthralled Tech-shamans and slaves have all been seized and our stores plundered frequently. They have broken through our hull plating barmkin a number of times, although our womenfolk and children have always been safe at further cost to our menfolk.
Our herd of mighty warships is now reducing to the lone wounded creature you see before you. A large part of the herd was struck down when we joined in the Battle of Falling Boulders where a confederation of Clans formed a war party to launch an assault on your Tribe.
Unfortunately we were no match for the ferocity of your new Vigilbeasts. Many Clans simply disintegrated or fled the Fields after that great disaster. Sadly we could not rouse the Star-Road Makeron our surviving ship to join them, as it has not worked in many rotations.
Things are hardly better at home within the Clan's bastle houses. The womenfolk struggle to organize the stores so there is enough food and goods for everyone. Hunger gnaws at menfolk, womenfolk, and children alike. Children are forced to be initiated sooner and sooner to support the Clan's activities. Sparse game means the Clan lacks the Wupiupi to pay the few friendly merchants that would dare frequent the Fields of Rock these days. Desperate measures must be taken before the Clan dies out completely."
Kinko nodded along as if any of this sob story mattered to him right now. Currently his primary concern was keeping this desperate mob that outnumbered them more than thirty to one from tearing him and his crew apart limb from limb. The Clan probably had the arms they had left still aboard their ship. If the shooting started his crew wouldn't be able to kill them all before they retrieved them.
"What conditions did you have in mind in exchange for laying down your arms?"
If Kinko can keep this surrender show going, maybe he can disarm the Clan enough to stand a chance. Or stall enough time for reinforcements to show up. Either would work for him since it meant the eight of them could flee to the escape pod again and hopefully they would be too distracted to blown them up with the station's guns.
"We know the Empire Tribe pays for the capture of those who have raided them. The Rolling Rock Clan will submit to your Tribe and renounce their autonomy. We menfolk will pay whatever is demanded for breaking your Tribe's laws. Our womenfolk and children will integrate into your Tribe. They have not partook in our raids and have not broken any of your Tribe's laws.
In exchange we ask that the bounty for the menfolk be given to the womenfolk and the children. So that they may afford food and a chance to earn their place among your Tribe. We also ask that what little stores of the Clan remain with the Clan to assist in their integration."
Good to know they aren't asking for too much. Makes it easier to promise things if it looks convincing. Better play along even if matters change down the road.
"I see no problems with your Clan's proposal. Come, share in the Empire Tribe's bounty while our chieftain's patrol comes for you."
——
Kinko leaned back in his seat and took a breath. It took some convincing, performing some strange oath ritual, and three months worth of the station's rations spent on a single feast, but the Sanyassanswere finally quiescent. The crew assisted in setting up a hutment so the Clan can sleep in the landing bay. Now he has some time to relax and…
"Sergeant! Tartan approaching! It's from the Patrol Fleet. There are responding to the message we sent out and are asking for an update."
…Think of what the frak he is going to say to the Fleet about this mess. By the Void. How to spin this? How to spin thiiiss?
"Tell them… tell them that civilians kept in a raiders' stronghold have bound their captors and are now seeking asylum with the Empire. I ordered the crew to empty the station's stores to give the civilians a good meal they probably hadn't seen in ages while the station's medical droid looked them over for injuries and illnesses. The civilians' demeanors are quite grateful and they are eager to integrate into their new homes."
There! Technically the truth, while making Kinko look good. He can only hope the captain is enough of a bleeding heart that they won't scrutinize his report too deeply and be more concerned about caring for the half-starved children. Perhaps his part in the "rescue" of these civilians might even get him a transfer off this deathtrap of a station.
——
I figured between Edin's underworld getting crushed, the Empire and the Guild increasing patrols, and out of sector competition rolling in, that the more "traditional" raiding communities would be feeling the pressure. The lack of successful raids quickly burning through their reserves of men, supplies, and ships. At that point their choices are starve, get subsumed by a foreign raiding band, or surrender to the Empire.
The Rolling Rock Clan was inspired by border reivers on the Scottish-English border in the 1500s and an old PC game called King of Dragon Pass. Felt it fit with how little Imperial control was in the Edin system's space before Las rolled in. The system's history of public order being so bad that familial communities of raiders managed to take root.
Crossposted on SB and SV