DISCLAIMER: Overlord/オーバーロード belongs to Kugane Maruyama, and Star Wars belongs to Disney (Unfortunately). The scenario and original characters are mine. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter I: The "Switch"
Onboard the Imperial Super-Star Destroyer, Basilisk
(In-Game Avatar's Personal Flagship in Modded Server for Voyages Into The Unknown DMMO-RPG)
Ten Minutes Before The "Switch"
As I stood on the Bridge of the ship that I spent six years grinding for, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming feeling of despair. Today was the final day for the game I was playing, and even this modded server wouldn't be saved from the game's impending demise. I looked out of the viewport and into the vastness of space in front of me, reaching a hand out towards the stars.
It had taken virtual blood, sweat, and tears to come this far. I had to start out as a lowly cadet aboard another Player's Star Destroyer, the Executioner, and work my way up from there to become what I was today. I had participated in numerous battles over the years. From boarding actions on Rebel ships to destroying enemy fleets, I'd been through it all. While it was only six years out there in the real world, it had been nearly fifteen years in-game.
I was promoted on numerous occasions, and my character was even made a Grand Admiral at least two years ago. I'd already had command of the Basilisk by that point, but I only became a Grand Admiral when I was recommended by other Players. It took nearly five years for that many to have come on board and work alongside the NPCs already stationed here. When no other Players were on board, I made it a habit to chat with the NPCs when I was alone. Granted, they couldn't offer much in conversation, but it was still fun.
Most of the crew were humans, as was the Army personnel stationed here, but all of the Stormtroopers aboard were Fett Clones who were wearing Phase II Clonetrooper Armor. I personally favored the Clones over Stormtroopers because they actually HIT what they shot at. The Clones originally wore the standard Imperial Stormtrooper armor, but I had them switch to the Clone Armor. In-game, my avatar's reason for doing this was because he felt that the Clone Armor was more intimidating than the Stormtrooper Armor, but in reality, I thought the Stormtrooper Armor was dumb looking.
I mean, seriously, who thought a helmet with a frown was a good choice for intimidation? Phase II Clone Armor, in my opinion, was much cooler. The T-visor just seemed more badass than that stupid frown. That doesn't mean I don't have any Stormtrooper Armor. I just keep it in the Storage Bay on board. Those Armor sets were placed in there alongside the few battle droids I confiscated off a Pirate Ship near Tatooine. It was only about twenty B2 Super battle droids, a handful of BX Commando droids, and two IG-100 Magna Guard droids. It was modest, but it was nice to have options in terms of defensive forces.
I lowered my hand and turned around, taking in the crew who were diligently working at their stations. They were all NPCs, of course, and I had met all of them when they first came on board my ship. The Captain, one of the NPCs I had made, was standing next to the Admiral's Command Chair, with her Lieutenant on the other side.
The Captain, one of the few female NPCs aboard, was named Shara Cavos, and her Lieutenant's name was Erza Sarkley. He was an ambitious man, at least, that was what I'd put in his bio. I'd also made sure to write that he was absolutely loyal to me, just as much as his loyalty was to the Galactic Empire. The Captain was similar, however where her Lieutenant was ambitious, she was calculating and cold. She was a good tactical advisor, like the commander of the Stormtroopers aboard. He was a Clone Marshal Commander with his designation being CC-1084/6597 or 'Harlow'. I'd based it on a character from the remastered Red Dead Revolver game from a few years ago. He was supposed to be the fastest gun in the Stormtrooper contingent aboard.
I began to slowly walk towards my quarters. They were two levels down in the Officer's Quarters, put squarely in the middle of all of the other rooms. Once I arrived at my room, I took a moment to reminisce all the times I had come out of the room to lead my ship in battle. As I walked in, I was greeted with the sight of Taver Slazin, my in-game avatar. The mirror, for whatever reason, had been put in front of the door. I took a second to look at my appearance in the mirror.
I fidgeted with my avatar's mustache out of habit. It was something I had written in his bio as a nervous tic. I wanted to keep up appearances since this would be the final time I would see this face. I felt the scar just under my eye. My character had gotten it when he'd had a way too close call with a Rebel's Vibro-blade knife during an early boarding attack.
I turned my head and looked at the desk that was situated near the middle of the room. On it, my character's datapad was just laying there, as I had tossed it onto the desk when I'd exited the room earlier that morning. I went over and sat down, opening a drawer to extract a few items.
I pulled out a bottle of Varos fruit distilled Tihaar and a glass. I poured ice into it and then the Tihaar. If this was the last time I was ever going to see the Basilisk, then I wanted to be good and drunk. Well, drunk in the sense that I could actually feel the warm and fuzzy feeling from drinking too much alcohol.
There were more bottles like the one I'd pulled from out of my desk, but I kept them out of sight in a compartment within the closet. There were also some fine wines and brandies, but I wanted to get drunk properly. Besides, I thought Tihaar was the best tasting out of everything in there. If I could compare it with anything, I would say it was like a stronger version of Jack Daniels.
As I sat at the desk, sipping the drink, I looked up into the corner of my HUD.
"Only a few seconds left. Well, it's been fun, old girl." I thought as I lifted my glass into the air in salute of the ship, as well as the crew.
I closed my eyes as I set the drink down on the desk. I made sure my face was toward the ceiling. I counted down in my head alongside the timer that had been in the corner of my HUD.
00:03… 00:02… 00:01… 00:00… 00:01...
Onboard the Imperial Super-Star Destroyer, Basilisk
The "Switch" + 00:00 (The "Switch")
I opened my eyes, expecting to see the room I had my gaming rig set up in. To my astonishment and growing dread, it wasn't my room. At least, not the one in the real world.
I was still seated at my desk aboard the Basilisk. Not only that, but my HUD was gone. I motioned for the console so that I could call an admin, but nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing.
"What the hell is going on?" I thought as a sudden chirp came from the intercom on my desk. This meant someone was trying to call me from somewhere on the ship. I hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then pushed the talk switch.
"This is Slazin. What is it?" I asked in a much deeper and colder tone than I thought my character had. I mean... wow. Didn't realize my character's voice was that low when I chose it.
"Sir, you're needed on the Bridge." a female voice answered, most likely Cavos's.
"On my way, Captain."
I left my room and headed towards the elevator. As I pushed the button to summon the elevator, I tried to think of what exactly was going on. Could this be some new type of DMMO-RPG? No, I could still feel the effects of the Tihaar that I had sipped on mere minutes ago. If this was a new type of game, then I certainly wouldn't be feeling actually tipsy.
The doors slid open, revealing a pair of Clones with shouldered DC-15A Rifles. They saluted as I entered, to which I gave them a sharp salute in return. I entered the elevator and one of the troopers poised a finger toward the elevator floor console.
"Where do you want to go, sir?" the other trooper asked all business.
"The Bridge, please." I answered. The troopers nodded as the one poised by the console activated the button for the Bridge.
As the elevator began to ascend, I stood facing the door. It was kinda awkward to just be standing there when there were two other people with me.
"I'm sorry if this seems rude, but what are your names, troopers?"
"Uh... I don't have a name, sir." the trooper who pushed the button answered. The other one adjusted his rifle's positioning on his shoulder and jerked a thumb at himself.
"My name's Blitz, sir. I was one of the original Clones at Geonosis." he replied, a bit of pride evident in his voice.
"Ah, yes I remember you. You were one of the first Clones on the ground with the Jedi Grandmaster."
"Aye, sir. Grandmaster Yoda."
"Thank you, I'd forgotten the little imp's name."
The doors slid open once more to the Bridge. I motioned for the troopers to follow after me as we left the elevator. I spotted the Lieutenant and the Captain by the Command Chair, the Lieutenant admonishing an ensign for a simple error that he'd made.
"Lieutenant, that is enough." I commanded as the man stiffened and quickly came to attention.
"O-of course, sir." he said, turning alongside the Captain. She also stood at attention, waiting for my command.
"At ease." I said, making everyone on the Bridge loosen up as I sat down. I spared a glance at the Captain as she motioned a communications ensign forward.
"Sir, this man claims that there is no comms with any ships within this region." she explained as the communications ensign handed me a datapad. I gave it a quick look, and then turned my gaze upon the man.
"Explain."
"It's just that, sir. I've tried every available Imperial channel. There's nothing." the man said worriedly. The Lieutenant bristled and was about to speak when I held up a hand.
"Have you tried anything outside of military channels?"
"Yes, sir. Still nothing."
"Hm... odd."
"Yes, sir, I don-"
"Hold a moment, did anyone, perhaps, take a look outside the viewport?"
The Captain turned and scrutinized the viewport glass, then her eyebrows steadily rose as it became obvious that the ship wasn't where it was supposed to be. The Lieutenant also noticed.
"What in the Empire?"
"It appears that we have been moved involuntarily." the Captain noted as I snapped my fingers at her to get her attention.
"Perform a bio-scan reading on all surrounding planets. In the meantime, I will be in my quarters, trying to decipher how this happened. Is that understood?" I ordered, to which replies of either 'Yes, sir', or 'Yes, Admiral' resounded across the Bridge.
I stood from the chair and headed toward the elevator, the two troopers about to follow but I halted them.
"You two, stay here. Keep an eye on the Bridge crew for me." I ordered, the two troopers nodding in unison.
As I reached my quarters, I locked the door. I went over to my bed and sat down, placing my head in my hands.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?" I thought multiple times as I stared at my polished black boots.
I stiffened as I remembered something from my early days in the server. There was an optional implant you could get in-game to make it easier to talk with other Players if a battle was raging. I'd been one of the first to get one about a year into the game.
"Activate!" I thought as I remembered the activation order. Maybe I could call in an admin!
It was a dial tone, at first. Then, something connected, and an unfamiliar voice spoke.
"...Hello?" it asked, sounding wary.
"Yes, is this an admin? I need help." I pleaded, to which the voice gasped.
"Wait, are you another Player?!" it asked in what I thought was a hopeful tone.
"Yes, I am. Are you an admin?" I reiterated.
"No... but it's safe to say we're in a similar situation."
"How do you mean?"
"I'm also a Player. When did you get here? Where are you?"
"I don't know. Somewhere in the vastness of space, I guess."
"...how did you get into space? That isn't a feature in Yggdrasil."
"Yggdrasil? I was playing a modded version of Voyages Into The Unknown."
"So not only are you another Player, but you're also from a different game?"
"It seems that way, yeah. Who is this by the way?"
"I'm Momonga, from the guild Ainz Ooal Gown."
"No shit? I didn't think I'd meet someone like you in this place."
"Wait, you know about my guild?"
"Dude, anyone who plays DMMO-RPGs knows about Ainz Ooal Gown."
"I didn't know the guild was that famous."
"That's beside the point. Right now, my crew is scanning the surrounding worlds for life. They haven't gotten back to me, yet."
"Do you wanna meet up?"
"Why the hell would I not want to?!"
"Calm down, man. If you get into orbit, do you think you could spot the Great Tomb of Nazarick?"
"Yes, I think I should be able to."
Just then, the intercom buzzed and the Lieutenant's voice came through.
"Sir, we've scanned the surrounding planets. Only one has any kind of life, but they are a level one civilization. We aren't detecting anything beyond crossbow stage on the world."
"I will be there shortly." I replied, turning off the intercom.
"Momonga, I'm going to be sending a probe down to the planet. It'll be a robot making a weird sound every other minute. I would stand at the tomb's entrance, and make it clear that it is you." I said to the man on the other end of the thought line.
"Right. See you soon."
"Yeah, see you."
After I ordered a Viper probe droid be sent down to the planet's surface, it took about an hour for the droid to find the Great Tomb of Nazarick. I was standing on the Bridge when one of the ensigns called out and said something was blocking the probe's path. I ordered him to get me an image, and a holographic screen popped up with a live feed.
There, standing in front of the droid, was a large skeleton holding a golden scepter. It was obviously Momonga. Even in Voyages Into The Unknown, the story of the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown was pretty well known. I smirked to myself as the Captain raised an eyebrow and the Lieutenant gave a condescending look at Momonga. I noticed his expression and my face lost all signs of emotion.
"Is something wrong. Lieutenant?"
"It's just the gall of this freak to challenge us, sir." he replied, and my gaze sharpened on his back.
"Do not assume that he is challenging us, Lieutenant. There is most definitely an intelligence behind those glowing orbs." I stated as Momonga asked a simple question.
"Is the one I spoke to earlier able to hear me?"
"Yeah, I am. I'm going to ask for your name, since there wouldn't be any way for the others on the Bridge to know how I'd know your name." I said through the Player-to-Player Comms, and said aloud, "Yes, he is. State your identity, creature."
"Just so you know, I changed my name to Ainz Ooal Gown a couple of minutes ago." he thought, and said aloud, "I am lord Ainz Ooal Gown of the Great Tomb Of Nazarick. What is your name?"
"My username is EmpireForLife, but my avatar's name is Taver Slazin. By the way, how did you contact me?" "My name is Taver Slazin, and I am a Grand Admiral of the Galactic Empire. I must ask how you contacted me, as it is quite apparent there is no technology on your planet that would allow you into my thoughts."
"I used the 'Message' Spell to try and contact an admin, but I got one of my subordinates first, then you." "One of my spells connected my thoughts to yours, Grand Admiral."
"Wait, there are others with you? Are they Players or NPCs?" "I see. So you used some sort of 'magic spell' on me?"
"They're NPCs, and they're like me. They aren't human. Are you human?" "Yes."
"Yeah. If they don't like humans, then I might have a workaround for that." "Hm. Well, you have my attention, lord Gown. Would it trouble you greatly if I and a few others came to your tomb?"
"What's the workaround?" "Of course, you are welcome to come here."
"We technically aren't human since the humans from my game aren't descended from apes. They're descended from another group of aliens. Think that explanation might work?" "Then by all means. We shall arrive shortly."
"Possibly, but don't get your hopes up. They don't exactly discriminate when it comes to humans." "I shall make arrangements to receive you, then."
It took only a few moments to load into the Lambda-Class shuttle once we arrived in the Hangar Bay. The shuttle left the docking bay and descended toward the planet. I was strapped in near the cockpit while the others who were accompanying me were near the exit ramp. The others mostly consisted of five Clones, including Marshall Commander Harlow, Captain Cavos, Lieutenant Sarkley, and an army General named Cyrus Jidak. The shuttle was being piloted by two humans, both wearing TIE Fighter pilot uniforms.
"Approaching the Tomb now, Grand Admiral." the first pilot stated, as the other began to lower the landing gear. I nodded and turned back to the others.
"Prepare to disembark!" I called which made the Clones stand up and shoulder their rifles, while Harlow held his across his chest.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick, New World
The "Switch" + 02:00 (2 Hours After the "Switch")
As the shuttle landed, I noticed a massive wave of dirt coming towards one of the walls through the cockpit's viewport. There was a being atop that wall, and their hands glowed green. As the ramp to the outside lowered, the four rifle-armed Clones marched down the ramp and stood at attention on either side of the path. Jidak and Harlow were next, followed by Cavos and Sarkley. I went after them and walked into one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. The stars glittered like diamonds in the night sky, unmarred by artificial light.
When my gaze shifted back down, I saw a man in a red suit with a tail standing next to a tall woman with horns. They motioned for us to follow, and I gestured for the troopers to cover the front and rear. We entered the Great Tomb behind the two and were taken to an area that teleported us to the throne room.
There, seated at the end of the room, was Momonga, surrounded by the other denizens of Nazarick. On the path leading up to him were maids, who kneeled as we approached the throne. As we passed, they stood up and fell in behind us.
"I present to you, lord Ainz Ooal Gown." the tall woman said as she strode to be at her master's side. The man with the tail did the same and moved to Momonga's right.
"Who among you is the Grand Admiral?" he asked raising a bony finger towards us. I stepped forward.
"I am the Grand Admiral, lord Gown." I stated, giving a respectful bow. He nodded and told me to rise.
"You need not refer to me as lord Gown, Grand Admiral."
"But I insist that I must refer to you as such, for that is your position here."
"I see. I understand your situation is similar to mine?"
"Yes. Like you, we have been displaced from where we should be."
"Then perhaps we could help each other?"
"Perhaps. However, I would suggest privacy to discuss the details."
"Are you mad, sir?" Jidak whispered as he grabbed my arm while looking up at Momonga. The Captain and the Lieutenant also gave me questioning looks.
"To be clear with you three, I want to make sure the deal is truly fair. If you hadn't noticed the looks some of these creatures are giving us, then I advise you look now."
They casually glanced around and saw that some of the monsters surrounding them were giving them looks that would have burned them alive if looks could truly kill a person. The General scowled while the Captain kept her composure. The Lieutenant's eyes narrowed and he cursed.
"Bloody alien freaks."
"I'd say they have the same opinion of you, Lieutenant." I replied, and Momonga stood from his seat.
"If you would follow me, Admiral? Albedo, make sure our guests are made comfortable." Momonga ordered the tall woman. I followed Momonga as the others in my party followed Albedo.
Once we arrived in Momonga's private chamber and he cast a noise-canceling spell on the door, we began our discussion.
"Oh, you would not believe how much I've wanted to talk to another actual person." Momonga said in a relieved tone as his red glowing orb eyes disappeared and his mouth hung open. He was seated at a large wooden desk with me sitting across from him.
"The feeling's mutual, Momonga. I was scared out of my mind when I realized I wasn't in my house." I replied, fidgeting with my mustache again.
"At least we were both somewhere we knew, EmpireForLife."
"Yeah, thank God."
"So how'd you get here?"
"To be honest, I don't know. One minute, everything's normal, right? The next I'm actually in my in-game avatar's body."
"Same here, and the minute the NPCs started doing things on their own? Yeah... Something had definitely changed."
"How'd you find out all this was actually real?"
"I... I groped Albedo."
"Well, you got balls, that's for sure."
"How about you?"
"I'd been drinking just before the 'Switch' and immediately felt tipsy right after."
"The 'Switch'?"
"That name makes about as much sense as anything right now."
"Fair enough."
"So when you asked about helping each other out, what did you mean?"
"I was thinking we could join forces."
"Sort of like an alliance?"
"Exactly that."
"Hm. I suppose it makes sense to stick together since we're the only Players who have found each other so far."
"Yes. There are also some things I would like to know about your ship, though."
"Go ahead."
"I'm just making sure, but the server you were playing on was based in the Star Wars universe, right?"
"Yep. My ship is one of the more badass Imperial ships."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's a Super-Star Destroyer. Though, officially, it's known as an Executor-Class Star Dreadnought."
"Wow."
"Yeah, my ship can lay down the hurt if need be."
"Alright. My second question is a little more out of curiosity. Are you still going to call yourselves Imperials, or are you going to call yourselves something else?"
"We'll still call ourselves Imperials as it only makes sense. A lot of my crew is made up of Die-Hard Imperial loyalists. If I change our name, then I'd likely be thrown in the brig."
"Speaking of the brig, do you have any prisoners?"
"Yeah, we do. Six, if I remember correctly."
"What are you going to do with them?"
"I'd imagine I'd have them executed."
"I see. Could you spare three? They might prove useful, and I wanted to run some tests."
"I don't see why not."
"My final question is probably my most important one: do all of your soldiers use guns?"
"Yeah, but there isn't a need for you to worry. We have stockpiles of Tibanna gas for them. I'm also assuming you can use spells to replicate items?"
"I can. Why does that... I get it now."
"Right? That's also another reason for us to join forces."
"Agreed."
"If I could ask one question, though."
"What?"
"What do you need help with?"
"I was thinking world domination. That way, we can look for more of us by possibly forcing them out into the open."
"Not a bad idea. I'm sure some guy or girl like us would either be trying to hide or be some sort of adventurer. I'm betting a few played RPGs, so it only makes sense they would do that, you know?"
"Right. So, are you in?" he asked, reaching a skeletal hand toward me.
"Well, you only live once, right?" I asked as I firmly grasped his hand and shook it.
After we finished finalizing the details of our alliance, Momonga led me to where Albedo had taken my entourage. As Momonga led me to my party, the man in a red suit and tail rejoined us. He asked what had transpired in the meeting. I smirked as Momonga told him that the Great Tomb of Nazarick was now in an alliance with my ship.
"I see, my lord." he said as he turned toward me.
"Yes. I have even offered your lord a tour of my ship, along with his top advisors, should he so wish." I stated formally, making the man grin.
"Ah. I must apologize, but could you be so kind and tell me your name again?
"But of course. I am Grand Admiral Taver Slazin, Mr..."
"Demiurge, and I am the Floor Guardian of the Seventh Floor."
"I see."
"I will be taking him, Aura, Mare, and Albedo with me to see your ship, Grand Admiral."
"Of course, lord Gown."
As we approached my party, the Clones came to stiff attention, as did the General, Captain, and Lieutenant. With a quick command of 'At ease', they relaxed, while the troopers still had their rifles balanced on their shoulders. Albedo kneeled before Momonga before he commanded her to rise.
"I feel it best that you explain your offer to your subordinates, Admiral." Momonga stated as he used the 'Message' spell to contact Aura and Mare.
"Quite right, lord Gown." I replied as I focused my eyes on my group.
"I have offered lord Gown a tour of the Basilisk, so they will be coming back with us."
To say that they were not entirely alright with my decision was an understatement. They all chorused a 'Yes, sir', however, as I was still the Grand Admiral. Aura and Mare appeared alongside Momonga, Albedo and Demiurge. The Lieutenant raised an eyebrow at Mare's attire, but didn't say a word. Momonga then led us back to the teleportation area, and then I led us back to the Lambda-Class Shuttle. As we departed the world, Aura had sat down in the cockpit behind the pilots, with Momonga sitting next to her and me next to him. Her eyes shown with wonder as she saw the beauty of the other planets in the system, until she caught sight of the dagger-shaped ship we were heading for.
"What is that?" she asked in wonder. I smiled as Momonga also looked at the ship.
"That, Ms. Aura, is the Basilisk." I stated, pride clearly evident in my tone. She looked over at me in awe and then back at the ship.
Onboard the Imperial Super-Star Destroyer, Basilisk
The "Switch" + 04:00 (4 Hours After the "Switch")
As the shuttle came over the lip of the Hangar Bay, her excitement grew as she glimpsed the hundreds of men gathered in there. They all stood at attention and saluted us as we walked down the ramp from the Lambda-Class Shuttle. I ordered the troopers, Harlow, Jidak, Cavos, and Sarkley back to their stations as I led Momonga and his NPC companions through the ship.
"How long have you had this ship?" Albedo asked in a hushed tone, taking it all in.
"About... seven years, give or take, Ms. Albedo." I replied as I led them past the Hangar Bay and toward the vehicle storage area, our first stop on the tour of my ship.
As we entered the room, Aura's face lit up again as she saw the intimidating form of an All-Terrain Armored-Transport towering above them all. Mare was right beside his sister, but his face was apprehensive. Demiurge was looking at one of the 74-Z Speeder Bikes with a curious eye alongside Albedo while Momonga stood by me. There were other vehicles besides those, of course, mainly All Terrain variants and a few Clone Wars Republic vehicles. When Demiurge finished his examination of the 74-Zs, he turned to the other vehicles. Momonga turned to me as Albedo started to study the All Terrain-Scout Transports.
"These will be most useful if we ever go into actual combat with any real foe on this New World of ours." he whispered as I glanced at him, then back at the others.
"Let us hope that will not be necessary. I would like to remain anonymous for now, at least." I stated quietly but emphatically, Momonga nodding with my words.
After the quick tour of our Ground Vehicle Storage Bay, we headed towards the Bridge via the turbolift. As we entered the Bridge, the crew gave me a sharp salute, to which I returned, allowing them to get back to their work. Aura and Mare stared out the viewport that I had been standing in front of only mere hours ago.
"A wonderful view, isn't it?" I asked, coming to a halt behind them. The two dark elves nodded, smiles plastered on their faces.
"It's amazing!" Mare shouted, while Aura giggled. A small smile crossed my lips as I looked out of the viewport as well.
Even though I'd seen this view multiple times, I never got tired of it. It always gave me a feeling that I could go anywhere and do anything. It seemed the twins were feeling the same thing.
"It is certainly an impressive ship, Admiral." Momonga stated as Demiurge and Albedo nodded.
"I can't receive all the credit for it, though. None of it would be possible if I didn't have one of the best crews in the galaxy." I stated, complimenting the crew on their prowess in handling the ship. The Bridge crew chuckled at that.
"Same could be said for you, sir!" one of the ensigns called, the other crew members agreeing.
The intercom on the Command Chair beeped, and I strode over. I pressed the talk button, and Harlow's voice came through.
"Sir, the prisoners are ready."
We took the elevator back down to the Hangar Bay, silence reigning supreme inside. As we finally came back to the Hangar Bay, the prisoners from the brig were ready and waiting. I was to choose three to be given to the Great Tomb of Nazarick, while the others were to be executed. I marched forward, the group from Nazarick standing back.
"You... You... and you are to be taken down to the planet." I stated, nodding at two of the Clones who were surrounding them to place them on board the shuttle.
"What are you gonna do with us?" the leader asked and I turned to face him.
"You are to be executed as Traitors to the Empire, Rebel Scum." I stated emotionlessly as I motioned at the troopers nearby with my eyes to come over.
"Get them on their knees." I ordered, wondering when I would feel anything about ordering the impending deaths of three living beings.
"Yes, sir." the first trooper said, using the butt of his rifle to knock his prisoner on her knees. The others soon followed.
"Shouldn't I be feeling something about this?", I thought, and said aloud "Any last words?"
"Kark you, Imperial Dog!" one shouted.
"Go to Hell!" another cried.
"You'll pay for this one day." the leader stated defiantly.
"I doubt I will, Traitor." I said, turning to face the troopers after backing up.
"Fire." I ordered, still feeling nothing as I saw their bodies jerk and dance as the blaster bolts pierced through them.
Why was I so calm about killing those three people? Granted, they were Rebels, but shouldn't I have felt something about it? Was my character so desensitized to violence and death because of the time I spent playing as him that by this point he could just casually order for someone's death and not feel a thing? Not even satisfaction that they were dead? If that was the case, then what else about me had changed to become more like Taver Slazin, Grand Admiral of the Galactic Empire, and what was still me? Would I ever be the same again?
Author's Note: New Story! Kind of thought it would be cool to see Momonga have an ISSD at his disposal, even if he doesn't truly control it. Also, I replaced the Stormtroopers with Clones, because let's face it: Clones are better than Stormies.
Please no hateful stuff in the reviews. I can take criticism, sure, but don't be hateful when you write it.
To all reviewers who were confused by the term "Level One Civilization": When I said level one, I wasn't meaning it in reference to the Kardashev scale. I was meaning it in Star Wars terms. In my mind, a level one civilization would be the infantile stage of a planet's development, while a level five would be the Galactic Empire, the Republic, or the New Republic. Level five civilizations refer to galaxy-spanning governments.
Thanks to shypunk for the word "desensitized" instead of insensitized. Always thought it was insensitized for some reason.
I want to thank Don Orbit for this most recent edit to the chapter. He mentioned something incredibly important that I'd forgotten about, and I hadn't fixed the error until now. Ainz was joking when he was talking about world domination. With this edit, there is now a reason he's a warmonger right off the bat. It's a cover to look for more Players, unbeknownst to both the Imperial and GTN NPCs. Hopefully, that helps fix, in my newly informed opinion, a very BIG plot-hole.
Finally edited the ending portion of this to give some semblance that the actual person in Taver wasn't a murderer. It only makes sense that he would be slightly worried that he didn't feel a thing about ordering the death of those 3 Rebels.
FINALLY UPDATED