Author's Note: Happy Thursday or Friday, depending on when this chapter is released! I happy to say that from here on out, you will begin to see a shift towards conflict as certain events will be addressed in this chapter, and the whole clockwork is going to start shifting into play along with the introduction to certain characters, perhaps some unanswered questions, and hopefully, as I try to do with all of my chapters, improve on each little crevice and crack I can to make it as seamless and flowful as I can make it. So, with no further with due, I bring to you Chapter Six!
The Battle of Scarif...I really don't know how to react to it, aside from what Admiral Vallaras has told me, and from what I have read in the reports and the certain documents that have been filled out by the higher ups. Apparently, three separate infiltrations and connected sources from all the way at Jedha, to Eadu, to Scarif itself, have come to plain view as a horrific incompetence and lack of in security and safety for the specified worlds. Saw Gerrera was most likely killed in the annihilation of Jedha City as signs of a rebel outposts have been found across the moon, entirely abandoned and devoid of life. The Cargo Pilot that I overheard from Grand Moff Tarkin, was apparently interrogated viciously by Gerrera and his men, and was rescued by the Alliance to Restore the Republic. They then infiltrated the Eadu Research Facility where Galen Erso was held, in which the Alliance bombarded the facility and the casualties of the engineers, Galen Erso, and multiple storm troopers have been accounted. Then lastly, a major Alliance fleet came out of Hyperspace near Scarif, where the same infiltration team had mostly stolen the blueprints and schematics to the Death Star, which were beamed to the Capitol Ship, but then escaped on an Alderaan CR-90 Corvette.
It was also stated in the after reports in an attempt to stop the plans from being delivered from the main dish on the Citadel; Grand Moff Tarkin ordered the extermination of the base immediately. There are reports and audio logs of Director Krennic and other key personnel being on base at the time, but they haven't been recovered, nor confirmed dead; one can only assume the worst however. More speculation has grown within the ranks as to whether the plans could be recovered by the Empire's enforcer, being the previously said, was at the Battle of Scarif and on-board the main ship to stop the plans from escaping. The Empire has been in a big debacle to whether or not the battle station is in harm or anywhere, and General Tagge expressing this is a clear example as to how the Alliance is completely capable and well-equipped to find a weakness in the plans and exploit it on the station. Sadly, this would all be said in vain since Tarkin dismissed the gesture as impossibility that they could find some weakness in a perfectly engineered superweapon.
I knew after hearing those reports that I should've presented an issue to the Grand Moff, or spoken to the Joint-Chiefs about the possibility of Galen Erso making some sort of flaw in the Death Star, for why would the resistance want the plans for just some 'blind hope' that they could find a weakness in the sound structure. I even expressed my concerns to the two admirals I were underneath, yet they brushed it off as some technical impossibility that even if there were, the immense amount of firepower the station bared, and the numerous fighters and ever-present fleet could fend off any threat that the Alliance posed, especially if the station was to find the Alliance's secret base of operation. It also seemed Resistance jumped off exponentially in the Outer Rim, after the Senate was dissolved by the Emperor, and the threat of a Death Star going quite in an opposite direction compared to what Tarkin had thought would happen at the completion of the super weapon.
As the days after the Battle of Scarif went on, and addressing my concern to multiple other Captains and Ensigns on my Star Destroyer, along with addressing my grievances to a much to arrogant and non-compromising Mas Amedda and another Grand Moff I had come into contact with, all of my concerns were finally made null as news reports came in from the one and only survivor of a horrific military disaster and catastrophe. Along with Darth Vader, and some surviving fleet members that had witnessed the destruction of the Death Star, and the death of so much of the chain of command of the Empire, everyone began to panic as numerous systems began to slip in the Outer Rim, and even the previously unconcerned Mid-Rim worlds began to surface as an issue as resistance began to occur frequently on the planets. Despite what had happened, it seemed that General Tagge survived the encounter and horrible demise of the High Command, as he was on Dantoine looking for clues and records in the abandoned resistance base.
Upon two weeks after the disaster, General Tagge had been made Grand General by order of the Emperor, and he had returned to his fleet with not only more Star Destroyers and a more capable fighting force, but a ship I had never even seen before in my entire life. It was easily twelve times the size of a single star destroyer, and it eclipsed half of the fleet, if not more. It still held the same design with the infamous triangle formation of the vessel, yet it had a vast supply of turbolasers, and a multitude of different weapons scattered all over the entire surface of the ship. Not too long ago after the ship had settled in the fleet and was adjusted near the middle of it, a Lambda shuttle came into view as it approached my Star Destroyer, and I slowly gulped as I wondered if Grand General Tagge had come with company, or if he had come entirely alone.
To my surprise and relief, Tagge came into the bridge with two Stormtrooper marines at his side, and made eye contact directly with me, and gestured me to come to him. As I walked towards him, he exited the bridge and intended for me to follow him. We continued down the all too familiar corridor back to his 'old' quarters on the Star Destroyer, in to which he commanded the two marines stand outside his door, and to allow me inside as I approached. As I entered the room, Tagge was just about to sit down in his chair as he folded his hands together, and looked at me, with his new rank plate on his right breast, and his addition of two new code cylinders and a crisp insignia on his right shoulder. I cautiously approached one of the visitor chairs and took a seat, and looked towards him waiting for him to speak.
"It seems you and I share quite a commonplace ground on the threat of the Rebellion in the galaxy, Commander Praxon. Admiral Vallaras and his 'aide' along with countless other captains that I have addressed before arriving on this very ship have told me about your concerns about flaws in the Death Star, and the possibility that Galen Erso had…in simpleton terms, sabotaged the Death Star by making the working conditions dangerous, and installing a thermal exhaust port that lead directly to the hypermatter reactor, thus resulting in its destruction. Not to mention the fact that Mas Amedda and a very…shocked Grand Moff have taken your…concerns most heavy-heartedly."
I looked at him for a split second with a slightly alarmed face, before asking unsurely, "Then…am I wrong to assume that they have thought over my so called 'radical thoughts and foolish predictions?'"
The Grand General nodded his head and replied, "Indeed, and because of that…you have a meeting with the Emperor, the Imperial Ruling Council, and quite a few other higher ups that are very interested in what you have to say, Commander. More or less, you will be 'suffering' what I had to go through upon the Emperor hearing of my survival and 'problems' with the Battle Station."
He also added after addressing his statement that he might've said a few positive things in the Emperor's ear before he left with his promotion and new fleet.
"Yo-…the…the Emperor wants to see me? Th-…I…dear lord, what in…I have no words, except deep worry for what I am to face…"
Tagge simply smiled and stated, "You can thank me later, and I believe we will most likely be working besides each other, should the Emperor be going the way I think he shall be, so…you scratched my back in the past, now it only be honorable to repay the favor. Consider your 'favors' with me, fully paid off."
I nodded with the Grand General and asked where I would be meeting the Emperor, into which he said that I would go to the Imperial Palace within the next two days, and just go up to one of the Royal Guards, in which they will most likely escort you, if not even sooner, upon them recognizing me. I shook my head in affirmation and did a farewell goodbye to the Grand General, as he got up from his desk and shook my head stating that it was a pleasure to have had me on board his fleet, and that I had been one of the best things that had happen to him, aside from the promotion. Afterwards, I made my way towards the hanger bay, where I took the exact Lambda Shuttle to an Arquitens and temporarily commandeered it to make my trek to Coruscant.
Upon landing right outside the Imperial Palace, I got some serious déjà vu and some flashbacks to the day I went to the Palace for the ball, and aside from meeting Director Krennic, and Tagge; I also remembered that odd grey robed figure that was in-front of the steps. I had been wondering for a time if that was the Emperor, but there was no way considering the fact multiple officers say that the Emperor is enrobed in black ones, rather than any other color. I walked up the hundred or more steps to the entrance, to where I was immediately meet with four Royal guards, as they looked at me, and quickly turned around walking towards the inside of the Palace, and I was more or less 'invited' in a silent way to follow them. Upon passing multiple rooms, and even going further than the ball room that I remember distinctively, we came to the end of the area to a small room with red banners and the imperial insignia on it, and a turbolift guarded by two other Royal Guards.
The turbolift seemed to go on forever, but then again, that wouldn't be that far-fetched being the palace is by far the tallest and one of the biggest buildings on all of Coruscant, and perhaps even in the galaxy, making it a galactic wonder. The 'ride' came to an end though, as the last floor was reached and as I exited the lift with two royal guards behind me, I came to what appeared to be a throne room of a sort, and just a few yards in-front of me, was stairs that lead up to a platform with five white-uniformed officers, ten brown-uniformed, and six robed officials, one of which I recognized as Mas Amedda. I took baby-steps towards the crowd of people, as I felt my throat beginning to tighten as I got closer and closer, beads of sweat slowly dripping down my face, and perspiring throughout my body. By the time I was going up the stairs, everyone had turned to me as if expecting me, and all chatter immediately going silent as I finally got on the platform.
A black pristine throne that was at the very edge of the platform, and near an observatory window of some sort, slowly turned around, as I realized that a black-cladded figured was sitting in it. I stayed where I was, as I took a glance towards the other officers, trying to stay in my calm and astute demeanor, however; with the glaring looks, especially a look from completely red eyes, and a blue skinned Grand Admiral that I immediately recognized as Grand Admiral Thrawn from his descriptions I read. I took a glance back towards the seated figure as he fully turned around as was staring right at me.
"You must be Commander Praxon. The one that Grand General Tagge has exulted for masterful skills in strategy, and predictions, and with backup from my personal advisor, and another Grand Moff…how impressive."
If I thought that Grand Moff Tarkin was intimidating and could instill fear and respect in an entire room, I immediately thought that he was child's play compared to the Emperor, as he could probably instill utter fear of annihilation just by being present on a planet.
I responded after a second of contemplation and choosing my words carefully, "Yes, I am…my liege."
I didn't know whether 'liege' was as much of a respectable word to call the Emperor, however I had not meet such a man of authority, so I had no other way to direct him aside from that noun, except for probably saying something like my 'lord.' However; despite my overthinking, the Emperor was pleased with my response, and gestured me to come forward so he could get a look at me. I obeyed the Emperor's wish and slowly walked towards him, with the scrutiny of all the officers again, and as I stopped just a few feet from the throne, I felt even more fearful for my life, upon seeing the Emperor's wrinkled skin, and menacing eyes.
"For a man they say is very brave, and doesn't sink in the heart of combat, you seem to be very fearful of me, Commander Praxon…how delightful that is."
The Emperor looked towards the other officers and stated for the Imperial Ruling Council to leave, aside from Mas Amedda, and dismissed most of the officers, except for the Grand Moff that vouched for me in my 'concerns', and two Grand Admirals. I relieved myself a little more upon the gaze of so many eyes being finally gone, and I slowly felt myself relax a little more, yet still overly cautious about the Emperor, as I remained looking at him. I felt the two Grand Admirals staring either right at the back of my head, or somewhere on my body, despite me not actually seeing their gaze…it was more or less a feeling, if you know what I mean.
"The Empire, considering the 'defeat' we have suffered at the Battle of Yavin IV, has had a very recent vacancy in much required positions and since your 'recommendations' from your 'colleagues' have displayed a sense of faith in you, along with the reviews of your skirmish reports, has convinced me to offer you the rank of Grand Moff. Or, perhaps you like it on the battlefield, and therefore you may want to be an Admiral."
I turned around towards the Grand Moff that was standing there who I identified as my new contact, while also looking at the blue skinned Grand Admiral, and the fair-skinned Grand Admiral. There was a sense of pleasure in hearing the proposition from the Emperor, whether it was for their gain, or perhaps their own amusement. I eventually turned back around to the Emperor with my decision and stated I wanted to be made a Grand Moff and take Tarkin's position as Outer-Rim governor so I could fix the issue that has been fluctuating for too long, yet I elected very carefully to stated that I did not want to be the head of the military, for I doubt I had the experience yet to take such a position. I heard the breathe intake of the Grand Moff, and one of the Grand Admirals go sharply and coarse at my decision, and I saw a creeping smile appear on the Emperor's face.
"So be it, Commander Praxon. You will be here on out known as the Governor of the Outer Rim, and Grand Moff Praxon, however; let it be known Governor Praxon. If you fail me, or the Empire with the loss of multiple star systems in the Outer-Rim, you will know fear…"
I acknowledged the consequences if I were to fail, and the Emperor let out a rather chilling laugh before stating to Mas Amedda to present me with the placard of a Grand Moff, and to do the formalities of rank promotion in the absence of himself since he had multiple issues to attend to, and he had wasted enough time as it was. The five of us piled inside the elevator and that is when I had my first encounter and exchange with the infamous Grand Admiral Thrawn.
"Quite a piece of work you have set in-front of yourself, Praxon. Not only did you just sign one your own death warrant, but you also seemed to have sign yourself a position of luxury for however long you can hold those outer-rim systems. Not to mention a simpleton commander going to the rank of Grand Moff, you have a lot on your plate."
I quickly diverted my glance to the Grand Admiral and stated, "You have to start somewhere, isn't that right, Thrawn? If I remember reading, you started from a very low position also, and spent years working your way up to your position of Grand Admiral, and look at you now. You are practically the highest in military authority right below the Ruling Council, Lord Vader, and the Emperor."
Thrawn stared at me with his placated eyes and continued, "Quite an astute observation, Commander. I didn't realize you did some research on me."
I scoffed slightly and replied, "You just meet me, Grand Admiral. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know me, considering I was just a commander under the command of General Tagge. However; just for your information, I worked my way up to where I am, and I do my research on everything."
The Grand Admiral simply stated, "Interesting."
The rest of the elevator ride was completely silent, and as we came to the bottom level, the Grand Admiral looked back towards me, as the two others left before him and said, "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Grand Moff Praxon. I hope someday we may meet face to face again and perhaps for a much longer duration." And with that, the Grand Admiral left slightly behind the two others as they left for their shuttles. I was left there with Mas Amedda who turned towards me and began to do the whole transfer of power 'bureaucracy' and afterwards, he said that I could expect the transfer of the regional information of the Outer-Rim, and all the resources I would need to govern it would be granted access to me within the 24 hours, while the 2nd Fleet was stationed underneath me and would be notified upon my return to the Governor's Palace on Eridau. Before I left, I held out my hand to shake with the Grand Vizier, however; he looked down at it and simply walked away, as I slowly pull my hand down, confused.
As I exited the Imperial Palace, I saw what looked like a man dressed in grey robes on the Shuttle Pad near my Lambda Shuttle, and he simply glared at me before walking onto the shuttle. My eyes widened as I quickly rushed down the step, pulling my SE-14C blaster out of its holster and looking at the shuttle expecting the worst. I approached the ramp cautiously, as I aimed the blaster up towards the entry door, and slowly pushed it open, while keeping my blaster close to my body. The door opened with ease, and I looked around the corners and closed the door behind me, gazing at the vacant lobby. I then made my way towards the cockpit of the Lambda shuttle, only to find the two pilots talking about something that I didn't make sense since I walked in on them mid-conversation. I placed my weapon inside the holster before they looked back at me, and immediately got up out of their seats and saluted me, before I stated to take me back to my coruscant suite.
I gave them the location and the number of the Skyspire that I lived in, and returned to the lobby, closing the door behind them. However; as I went to sit down in one of the seat, I felt a presence behind me and I quickly turned around, only to find the grey robed figure standing right there. He wasn't armed, and he had a hood over his head that blocked me from getting a good look at his. I demanded to know who he was and what the hell he was doing on the shuttle, before he pulled off his hood and revealed the face that was all too familiar. It was the face of that mysterious Grand Moff on the Star Destroyer, and he simply walked towards one of the seats and sat down, gesturing for me to sit down also.
Defensively, I pulled out my blaster and sat down, while firmly grasping it while it lied on my lap. The man looked towards me and then looked to the metallic wall as he sat there in silence. I demanded again to know why he was on the shuttle and what he was doing stalking me for those few select days. I kept on pestering him, and with a growing impatience, I was avidly considering to waste him, and dump him over the coruscant high rises if he wouldn't answer. Yet finally, he decided to speak up after what became apparent to me much later, that he was observing my reactions and my thoughts almost…
"Like I said before, Reylan Praxon, I find it really interesting to just watch you, and watch everyone else also…the boredom of sitting around and doing nothing, while-…well, all I can say is that I decided to follow someone, and I thought that it'd be an interesting selection to just follow you and how you succeed in your life…" he paused for a minute, before adding in, "or…in a possible case also, fail."
I quickly got up from my seat and declared, "I will not fail, and I cannot fail for I have achieved what I had wanted from the very beginning. I am a Grand Moff, and I will bring a change to my vision to the Outer Rim, and put down this idiotic rebellion."
The man seemed to laugh at my outburst before he stated, "It's little moments like that, where I enjoy just listening…you know, you are going to have quite an…hmm, well, I think that'd be going too far in all honesty, but…I will say that I will enjoy watching you."
I raised my voice and yelled again, "Who are you to stalk me? And you dare make such 'horrible' choices in the face of someone who could execute you for just boarding a shuttle without position?"
He didn't say anything else after that, and he simply glared at me as I continued on my rant on the multiple things I could finally do to him, and at the end of my rampage and I began to cool down, he just began to laugh in hilarity and then got up from his seat and stated that he had elsewhere to be now, but he had enjoyed our conversation. With that, he went to the ramp room, and closed the door behind me, and I debated whether if I should enter the room or not, and whether I would find the person that was infuriating me beyond belief, or if he had simply disappeared or jumped off the ramp. At any rate, I sat back down on one of the seat, placing my SE-14C back into my holster, letting out a disgruntled sigh.
We arrived at the Skyspire that held my suite that the Grand General had gifted me early on in my career, and I walked to the turbolift, after telling my pilots to stay here until I had finished up my business. The whirring sound that all the turbolifts made have begun to annoy me since I have been hearing them over and over again for the past year at the very least, due to the Star Destroyer I was on, and entering and exiting the many levels. I arrived on the floor with my suite, and I began to walk to the door at the end of the hall, only to realize that the door was slightly ajar. I began to consider how stressful of a day that this had become, and the thought of thieves breaking into my apartment was just the tip of the iceberg I thought. Without a second thought, I pulled out my blaster pistol and opened the door. The entire apartment seemed to be completely untouched, but then I heard a commotion come from the kitchen, and that is when I rushed over, only to find two black-cladded troopers, and a white uniformed man with the infamous cape.
"You…you are alive?" I asked in utter shock.
"Of course I am; what did you expect? That I would let that imbecile Tarkin kill me after putting in so much work into the superweapon I spent years and years on creating, only to find out that everyone thought I was dead?"
I was left speechless, considering there was no doubt that Director Krennic was alive, and inside my suite, because there was no mistaking that unique accent he carried.
"Not to mention I find it such a satisfying end to that monster, since his ambitions and cruelty finally caught up to him, and now look. The project I spent so long making blows up due to Galen Erso leaving some surprising I didn't find, and seventy-five percent of the Empire's High Command wiped out in one swift attack."
I couldn't help but think about what would happened to the Director if he was to return to the Empire, especially with his failures, but then I asked the more precedent question.
"But…how did you escape? Tarkin completely destroy a chunk of the planet, and the entire installation."
He scoffed at my remark and said, "Oh please. In my bout with that rebellious scum Jyn Erso, I was shot, but…instead of being left for dead, my shuttle pilots came and picked me up about a minute before the super-laser was unleashed on the base…sadly, I was too late to stop Jyn from transmitting the plans, but in a way, I'm glad she did, because now my rival is finally taken care of."
After a little bit more of talking, his facial expressions changed from a happy-go-lucky attitude, to a much more sullen and slightly shocked one, as he walked over to me and looked at the rank placard that was on my right breast.
"That's…impossible…you? That means that y-…you had a meeting with the Emperor…didn't you?"
I nodded my head in affirmation and he crossed his arms as he looked at the placard and stated, "Wow…I would've never thought that you would've exceeded my rank in a million years…but I suppose that's the cruel fate of life…how poetic…"
Upon the thought of the Director being alive, I couldn't stop thinking about how the Director would return to the Empire, or even if he would. The Emperor would surely have his ass is he ever found out that the Director was alive, but there was the possible chance that he would only get a demotion. Perhaps most of the blame would even go to Tarkin and some other military commanders, and if the Director played his cards right, he could be back in the Empire, and my personal underling. I knew what drove the Director and that was increasing his own position within the Empire, and if I could get him under my wing, perhaps his skills could go to much more needed use. I contemplated the option while the Director went to get a glass of water, and when he returned, I introduced him to a very curious ultimatum.
"Orson, I believe there is a possibility I can get you back into the Empire."
He looked at me as if what I had said was false and stated, "What are you talking about? I still am part of the Empire, Reylan."
I shook my head and stated, "Everyone thinks you are dead, and if you were to come back, Director…there is the very possible possibility that the Emperor, or Lord Vader, or someone would come to you and demand an explanation for what happened, and unless you have a fully formed game plan and a blame game, I highly doubt you would survive the confrontation."
The Director's mind must've just been opened to those facts as he looked at me with his eyes drooping and his mouth's muscle twitching at the mention.
"However, I think I can convince some people that since you are still alive, the death star's destruction wasn't completely your fault, and I can probably save your behind, and…ensure your position in the empire, or in the worst case, you might be demoted. But, my reconciliation for that matter is that I can have you work under me in the Outer-Rim, since I have taken Tarkin's position as Governor."
Krennic seemed to be contemplating everything I had just said as he began to pace back and forth in the kitchen, as the Death Troopers, probably the last of their kind, sat in my stools looking at the two of us. He eventually came to a decision and said that he would rather take a shot with me, than trying to make the Emperor or Vader understand him, taking into consideration the meeting he had with Lord Vader on Mustafar, which he told me ended in a very poor result. I turned to the two Death Troopers and stated to Krennic that I would like to have them as a personal gift if I was to do him this favor, and since I had scratched his back and been there for him in the past, this would be a token of good favor for me. He agreed with me and said since he had lost most of his privileges with Scarif, he was practically dependent on getting back into the Empire.
I told the Director that he would have to sleep over for my authorization and rank in the Imperial Database would take action in the prior 24 hours to the meeting I had, and that I would have to wait til the morning. I also returned down to the Shuttle Pad to inform the pilots that I would remain at my suite for the night and that if they wanted; they were welcome to come in, or return to the Arquitens. Obviously, they wanted to pick the luxurious route and came up to my suite, and were meet with equal surprise that Director Krennic was alive. They had a lot of questions for the Director it seemed like, and in the time before I went to bed, I used the holotransmitter in the main room to call up the Grand Vizier to see if I could have a personal meeting with him tomorrow concerning a very diverse issue. Despite his annoyance with my vagueness, he eventually said that he expected me in the Vizier's Office in the Senate Building by nine o'clock in the morning, or he would rescind what he had provided.
The next morning, Director Krennic and I took the Lambda shuttle over to the Senate building, and took the turbolift up to the Vizier's Officer where we waited for Mas Amedda to answer. Eventually, two Royal Guards opened the door, and escorted us to the main office where he was staring outside his window, before returning to his desk. Disgust quickly overpowered the Grand Vizier's face as he saw the white cape of Director Krennic and in quite a surprising move, exclaimed how the Director could've been alive. The look on Director Krennic said it all, and I did not need the attitude of the Director changing under the harshness of Mas Amedda.
"Grand Vizier, I know you don't have the most steadfast relationship with the Director, nor does the Emperor, or Lord Vader, nor did Grand Moff Tarkin. However, I believe that he can be a very useful asset to me in the Outer-Rim, and I would like to petition that he maintains his current rank and status as Director of Advanced Weapons Research."
I expected the Vizier to automatically deny the claim and went on about how the Director should be executed without a second doubt due to his failure, and due to his failures, the destruction of the Death Star resulting. I began to explain that it wasn't entirely the Director's fault, as Tarkin had him over-worked, and that even the Grand Moff had looked over major situations, and due to the massive size of the space station, a simple thermal exhaust port that looked completely harmless was actually some horrific design flaw was a mistake that anyone could've made, including the highest of authority, however; I excluded the Emperor to more or less save my own ass, and to not lose the rank I had worked so hard for. By the end of the hour exchange between the three of us, and the Director keeping his bearings and his cool under the enormous backlash from the Grand Vizier, he was eventually assigned to work under my express super vision for a six month probation, and that I had practically all control over him, not to mention the fact that he was my responsibility, and if he messed up, then I messed up also.
The Director as we returned to my suite, he expressed his most sincere gratitude for my assistance in maintaining his position, which was very not characteristic of the Director, and for even putting my own rank on the line. I told him that it was nothing, and I especially left out the fact that he was practically in my eternal favor for saving his life, and himself admitting it. Despite this though, I knew I could use Orson as a confidant, close friend, and a tool to ensure that my goals goes without question, and to make sure that I will have no loose-ends or people that dare doubt my excellence. The Director also elected that we take his personal shuttle to Eridau as his was a lot faster than a simple Lambda, and that he felt it necessary that I have it alongside the two death troopers to express his gratitude, ten-fold.
While on the way to Eridau, a few thoughts echoed through my head as I contemplated my actions. One, would I be able to keep up my word and keep the Outer Rim together after the loss of such a major imperial asset? Two, would I be able to keep Krennic and his ambitions in-check while juggling his 'unique' personality? Three, would the mysterious stranger that has visited me on about five different occasions show up much later on? Finally, how equipped will the Second fleet that I was promised be? I suppose these would be all answered as soon as I arrived on Eridau, but one benefit I have is that I will be the Governor of the world that my father is well known on, and that I will have undoubted and unchecked political capital while on the planet due to my father's influence and stigma in the system.