Mid Rim, Truum Sector, Contruum System
ISD-II 'Hope of Empire'
The rally turned out to be more than profitable. Perhaps even more than I could have imagined. Lanz thought as he finished reading the report sent to his datapad by the officer supervising the technicians who were to examine the station's plans. Well, enough fuel for a few hundred hyperspace jumps and enough tibanna gas to supply half a legion of stormtroopers. Quite a lot of building materials and mining machines. Coordinates of any planets on the border of the Expansion Region and the Mid Rim. Apart from the coordinates, there isn't even a name for the planet, unless the ASB archives on Bastion have something more to say about it.
Lord Regent was in his personal office, sitting in front of his desk and after a moment he put down his datapad and joined the fingers of both hands in an expression that indicated the man's silent contemplation. It's been 2 standard days since the clash in this system. The question of whether it was a lot or a little was more than subjective. On the one hand, the old Galactic Empire is still falling apart, new Warlords are constantly emerging - especially in the most unstable region, The Slice - and on the other hand, all repairs to the Consortium have been completed and this Star Destroyer has been handed over to the mercenaries. They could freely dispose of this ship, but they were ordered to follow orders coming from the Hope of Empire, in particular from Lanz himself.
As for himself, he decided to stay in this sector for some time and wait. However, it was not certain that some unexpected event could not have occurred, and Lanz considered this to be the most appropriate course of action. At least until we get some more specific information about the planet.
Additionally, there was still a lot of carefully encrypted data in the ship's terminals themselves that would take some time to resolve.
After a while, however, the door to the office opened and Ericlia walked in with Captain Paul. The fact that the Lord Regent had not been informed of this by the death troopers guarding him was not surprising to him, because both officers could come and go from his office whenever they wanted, as they were among his closest associates.
"Is something wrong, Commander, Captain?" Lanz asked them, while reaching for a metal cup of coffee with a little honey, which the Lord Regent enjoyed before or during work.
They both stood in front of the desk very quickly and Ericlia was the one to speak. "My lord, with the considerable assistance of Captain Obtain, we have managed to decipher much of the data the Inquisitor left behind on the Consortium."
After setting down his mug, Lanz looked at the lower-ranking officer and received an answer shortly thereafter. "We have determined that the planet these coordinates refer to is called Wayland…"
Lanz, looking at both officers, practically paled as soon as the name of this particular planet was given. However, he refrained from any reaction, waiting for this topic to be developed. It wasn't easy for him because of the many emotions raging inside him.
"... According to what was in the data, at unspecified coordinates on the planet itself, there is to be an object referred to as the Emperor's Storehouse. However, beyond the fact that there may be items, materials, or resources left behind by the Emperor present, we don't know much else about it. Additionally, there is no mention of any security systems, which is undoubtedly another factor that still needs to be taken into account."
Lanz nodded, while reaching back to his rather numerous memories of the deceased galactic monarch. "I was definitely closer to the Emperor than you ever were. Even though I don't know much, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that our late Emperor was the type of man who would leave behind traps in important places, and traps within traps."
"This would be the general direction of most actions often undertaken by our ruler, my lord." Captain Paul admitted dryly. "However, we are still waiting to hear from ASB on this matter."
"I see." Lanz replied. "I also understand that during all this time there have been no developments worth my attention."
"No, my lord." Ericlia denied it. "We are ready to travel through hyperspace as soon as you give the order."
Suddenly, the terminal built into the desk, responsible for handling or placing incoming calls, began flashing red and buzzing.
Faster than I expected. Lanz left this comment to himself and then turned back to the two officers. "So that's all I have to say to you for now, leave less alone."
Ericlia and Paul bowed and left immediately and as the door lowered to the ground again, Lanz answered the incoming call while a nearby black astromech displayed holograms of a total of 3 men. Grand Moff Tagge and Director Pryce, two of the most important members of the Alignment General Staff, responsible for administrative management and intelligence. However, the last man was quite a surprise for Lanza. Fleet Admiral Dorian Najus, Commander of the Alignment Navy and one of the most powerful officers within their organization.
"Gentlemen, welcome and I hope you have something truly important to tell me." Lanz said with a rather warm and friendly expression, not to make it too formal and at the same time build as friendly a relationship with his interlocutors as possible in a given situation. "While I would prefer to get to the point, I trust that you have more to tell me than just a report about a certain planet."
"Lord Regent, this is the reason why I invited Admiral Najus to this conversation." Grand Moff Tagge replied. "Before we proceed to this matter, we wish to submit reports on production and naval reorganization."
"So let's get started, although such things should be discussed, at least in my opinion, in the presence of all staff members."
"Of course, my lord." The Grand Moff didn't seem particularly disgusted or annoyed by this small remark, which was aimed directly at him. "Still, if there is an opportunity to neatly summarize the message, why not actually use that option?"
Is he trying to isolate me from the rest of the staff and become the person who actually rules this makeshift state? Lanz's answer for this question was left unanswered and he instead choosing to listen of their reports in silence.
The first and most important topic was the production of new equipment for the army and navy and all other branches of their armed forces. It was clear from the report that the process of implementing new weapons for the army and stormtroopers, for infantrymen alone, had been completed except for garrisons. It was clear, however, that ramping up the production of new blasters and machines to a satisfactory level, which would also enable effective replenishment of losses, would take longer and require more factories and new assembly lines.
At least this is a very good start and the deployment of these new TX-225MAT variants will strengthen our mechanized forces. To tell you the truth, I'm surprised that no one has yet thought of placing weapons such as torpedo launchers, a light artillery cannon or a light anti-starfighter turbolaser on the back of this ground assault vehicle. Lanz thought briefly about this issue before focusing on the next sections of the report.
Next, the topic touched on the start of production of new TIEs and it started quite well. Nevertheless, at this stage everything left much to be desired. The main problem for machines such as TIE Defenders and TIE Hunters will be their availability. Production had to ramp up, and although many factories produced similar machines, the ones mentioned earlier were not only much more advanced, but due to the presence of disc deflectors or other accessories, they required the preparation of assembly lines for the production of these components.
Nothing to worry about, it was all included in the risk of suddenly replacing old machines with new ones, at least a satisfactory number of new improved Interceptors were successfully delivered. In addition, I am pleased with the effective implementation of other structures, such as 'IDT' dropship transports, which are intended to deliver soldiers directly to the battlefield, while Sentinel landing crafts are intended to serve as a means of landing to zones away from the active battlefield. This was his summary of the matter, and then came the most pressing matter.
Large spaceships, including new Star Destroyers. An extremely lively and imaginative topic, in which, however, progress - due to the size of new projects - was very slow. However, the first 5 new Alignment-class Star Destroyers began to be built at Bilbringi Shipyards and mainly from parts of the Imperial Pride, the repair of which turned out to be simply unprofitable. However, this work has been slow, as has been the upgrading of Star Destroyers to the new class, due to the focus of key resources on other, smaller projects and due to the sheer time required for this endeavor.
Fortunately for Lanza and his men, no one ever made Alignment a priority. While this would undoubtedly be a very valuable addition to their arsenal, other, smaller and much more useful on a small scale projects took absolute priority. The most important and core of the new approach to war among the stars was Victory III. Improved in virtually every respect and much better equipped than its predecessor, it was to be the fist of the Alignment Navy, in the doctrine developed by several Admirals, the so-called Star Combined Task Forces.
In this respect, production or improvement of the older Victory Star Destroyers went much more smoothly, despite a number of inevitable manufacturing defects. According to reports and test results conducted in controlled environments, the design is extremely versatile and effective. In addition, it was based on an existing and proven hull and systems with which the crews were very familiar.
At least two of my decisions, which directly interfered with the equipment produced and used, turned out to be quite accurate and within a year, they could provide a significant advantage in possible clashes. Well, it's good to know that I have some common sense and sense when it comes to prioritizing production. Lanz thought, half-sneeringly, before the question of the small support vessels, the corvettes, came to the table.
Tartan-class patrol cruisers are definitely the fastest to be put into service, but some necessary modifications have been made, such as being equipped with proton torpedoes and proton launchers. Lord Regent considered these issues, which, however, were not the most pressing ones. Regardless, these additional costs are a small price to pay for the firepower and tactical capabilities offered by such a modified design. When implemented in this form, in theory it will at least be able to support larger units in attacks on more powerful enemy ships. In theory, in practice the most powerful weapon of this type of small units is still their speed.
In addition to all this, there was also the issue of building new factories and shipyards, or expanding those that still exist. Grand Moff did not even try to particularly hide his enormous complacency at the involvement of his family corporation TaggeCo in this process, in cooperation primarily with Kuat-Alignment Engineering Drive Yards, Northern BlasTech Industries and Sienar Ships Systems.
No one dared to tell me this, but considering my limited but still some knowledge of the economy, I can confidently assume that all these corporations, thanks to state contracts, will earn truly Byzantine sums of imperial credits. Lanz thought about it in these terms. If we win the war, they will essentially become the main suppliers of equipment to my armed forces. If the war ends with some form of draw and galactic agreement, also. Only my complete defeat would be unprofitable for them, and since this scenario - mainly due to the location of the Alignment of Powers on the galactic map - is practically impossible, they will also be happy to support me.
It was then that he realized why Grand Moff Tagge had been so uncritically loyal to him over the past weeks. So he realized that by standing next to me and using me as a pushover, he could earn a lot of money. Him and his family. This explains why, even after all this time, this man followed my manipulation in the Force, as did most Moffs. The profit and loss calculation simply did not leave them with much choice, and since I am one of those people with whom cooperation and compromise are not a big problem, I was their dream choice as a leader. Especially since I saw myself primarily as a stabilizer in the country.
Still, continuing to hear about factories and shipyards led him to one conclusion. Although our production capabilities, especially after the capture of Bilbringa, are constantly growing and will continue to grow, providing our fleet with increasingly better and technologically advanced equipment, there is still quite a lot of room to improve this situation. Increased extraction of key supplies, durasteel production and ship components continue to provide opportunities to redirect these surpluses to build at least a few more new shipyards. However…
"Gentlemen, I think that our current priority should be the construction of yet another, perhaps even on a huge scale, space shipyard." It would certainly be wiser to build several smaller ones, but concentrating industrial power may not be such a bad idea, as it will be easier to defend.
"While I agree with this, wouldn't it be better, Lord Regent, if we spent it on building new ships or speeding up the process of improving old types?" The question was asked by Admiral Dorian Najus and it was obvious from the expressions on the others' faces that they thought the same. "We can easily increase the size of our existing forces, navy and army, and the new formations would be equipped with the latest - at least by our standards - equipment."
Lanz thought about the answer for a moment, these were no longer small, purely theoretical conversations, but real decisions affecting the fate of hundreds of millions of beings, and the Lord Regent was almost starting to feel the weight of the decisions being made on his back. "Gentlemen, considering that we are not currently engaged in any major campaigns or engagements and our current border is stabilized. Instead of creating unnecessary new equipment or increasing the number of troops unnecessarily, I prefer to allocate it to new means of production in order to begin the rapid and decisive expansion of our military potential at the right moment. Quite simply, it will make much more sense to stay away from war these days. If this civil war, the Galactic Civil War, is the stage, then we, in our current position and position, should do everything in our power to stay as far away from the central and best-located point as possible. As long as we remain relatively aloof and do not pose an immediate threat, we should be left alone by others."
"Do you really believe that, my lord?" The question was asked by Director Pryce, his concerns again seeming to be universal to all the Lord Regent's interlocutors.
Either eager to challenge my still precarious position, or particularly inquisitive, perhaps a mixture of both. Lanz neatly summarized and rationalized the entire situation.
"So far, I have not received any strong evidence that would suggest otherwise." Lanz replied bluntly. "Functioning within a society, state or government is based on trust in institutions. Meanwhile, I have full and complete confidence in ASB, especially when it is run by an extremely competent man like you, Director."
Lucian did not change his expression, but the Lord Regent could easily sense in the Force that he was quite pleased with the praise for his work thus far. However, not so much as to cloud the Director's judgment of Lanzo and his character. "Perhaps, however, since we have raised the matter of intelligence and there is no objection to the Lord Regent's decision, I propose to move on to the strategic situation in the Galaxy."
"Before we do this, I propose to clarify the issue of building a new mega shipyard, my lord." Octavian turned to the Lord Regent. "Immediately after the end of our conference, I will start searching for and taking measurements to build this structure."
Preferably in a place that will be discovered as late as possible and strategically located. The thought crossed Lanz's mind before he said anything else. "Let shipyards of this type be built in some deep point of our space, well hidden and difficult to access for people from outside the region. At the same time - if possible - it should be in the asteroid belt, where it would be possible to obtain raw materials to make the shipyard at least partially self-sufficient."
"A long list of demands, although supported by logical reasoning, Lord Regent." Octavian sighed before answering. "Let it be so, I will see if this list of demands can be fulfilled, but please do not expect a miracle. The code name for this is Upsilon Leviathan."
"So be it, and now let's deal with strategic issues from other corners of the galaxy."
With his words, the four of them entered into a long, almost 30-minute discussion about recent events and possible news. However, there has been little change throughout this time. However, what was happening most in Lanzo's head was as he processed all the information. Although he knew much of the intelligence reports, recalling it was extremely helpful in the context of the analysis.
The Alignment of Powers successfully occupied all worlds from the Northern Dependencies down to those on the Hydian Way, while the rest were taken by Prince Admiral Treuten Zsinj. Rebels at the same time began taking over worlds in the southern Outer Rim, and numerous uprisings on the planets of the Galactic South only continue to expand their territory. In this respect, their progress is similar to mine, quick and furious, continuing to take advantage of the chaos following the Emperor's death. However, this time of chaos and disorganization, although undoubtedly helpful and bringing many, often easy victories, cannot last forever. Sooner or later, the situation will stabilize until a major breakthrough occurs.
Meanwhile, and also in the Galactic South, Grand General Kenner Loring began to build his own micro empire in the south, first on Malastare, and later it was expanded to Eriadu, Sullust and along the most important trade routes in that area, and everything indicates that his goal the ultimate is to be Fondor, with its powerful star shipyards. Undoubtedly an ambitious undertaking, and he perfectly understands the man's desire to find his way in times of uncertainty and chaos, but such acquisitions stretch his lines too much and unless he defines his priorities more concretely, it may mean the dispersion of fleets and armies that will be gradually eliminated one after the other, along with the subsequent collapsing planets.
Deep Core, quite a powerful force has formed, under the command of former general and now self-proclaimed Grand Marshal Blitzer Mohc, who rules from the fortress world of Byss, which for many years has become a model imperial world and the informal capital of this region of the galaxy. The Marshal, if intelligence reports are to be believed, has quite a large number of large ships, mainly a mixture of Tector-class Star Destroyers, supported by Secutor-class Star Destroyers and smaller vessels such as Gozanti cruisers or Arquitens light cruisers. However, its biggest problem seems to be the lack of medium ships and the serious shortage of stormtroopers, who must be replaced by troops of regular army infantrymen.
Only the situation with Prince Admiral Zsinj seems to be quite stable, but it is difficult to say how long it will last. I have no doubt that as soon as this man gathers enough forces, some sort of offensive will be launched.
After much thought and analysis, Lanz decided to speak. "I am glad that our enemies will soon be at each other's throats, at least that is what the situation indicates. Before we move on to the last point, I wanted to talk about the new doctrine, Star Combined Task Forces."
Everyone then looked at Admiral Najus, who cleared his throat briefly before answering. "Before I get to the point, I want to commend the two officers who have worked tirelessly with me to develop a new doctrine that will give us an operational and tactical advantage in the battles to come. Vice Admiral Sander Harrsk and Marshal Maximilian Veers…"
As soon as I heard that this man, one of the Empire's best land tacticians, was in my space, I immediately knew I had to get him by any means possible. In the end, I didn't even have to use the Force, because the General saw me as someone who was definitely better than a bunch of powerless bureaucrats from the Imperial Center. And since I intended to make him an army commander, his promotion to the rank of Marshal was certainly welcome, especially among low- and middle-ranking officers and soldiers, for whom this man is a huge authority, a living legend. Lanz thought, almost smiling, and it wasn't easy for him to suppress it to keep a straight face. I am more than pleased that the Marshal has played a part in improving the way my Navy operates.
"However, to cut to the chase, the Star Combined Task Forces doctrine is intended to closely group smaller ships around the newly emerging class of Star Destroyers and, until their mass deployment, around Imperials-II, as the central command point and brains of the Star Task Forces. As for the smaller ones, it is planned to have 4 medium cruisers and 12 escorts. Above, the 3 Star Task Forces are to be grouped into a Star Task Squadron under the statutory command of someone with the rank of Commodore. Higher up in the organization, there will only be the entire fleet, consisting of at least 2 Star Task Squadrons. In addition, the fleet commander is to have his own ship that does not belong to any of the task groups. The whole assumes close cooperation of various formations and ships on the way to achieving operational goals."
Lanz nodded, not intending to interfere with this structure, but other issues were bothering him. "I understand that this is a division for linear forces, meaning those intended purely for fighting or occupying systems. Are there any other types of formations expected?"
An emphatic question was quickly met with an equally emphatic answer from the Admiral, who quickly nodded. "Absolutely, patrol formations are planned to constantly secure our space against pirates and protect our trade routes or supply lines. In addition, so-called elite formations are planned, with the possibility of customizing your own insignia to your preferences."
This doesn't sound very precise. Lanz didn't quite understand what that meant. "What is actually the point of existence of this type of formation which, if I understand correctly, does not have a clearly defined type of organization?"
"This is thanks to Marshal Veers and another officer from the Pilot Corps, Captain Seeler Fel, who decided that it would be necessary to concentrate the best pilots into the so-called Elite Wings, which would only be assigned from the fleet level below." A quick reply came.
Almost like the Tigers on the Eastern Front of the Second World War, but apart from spectacular local successes, it's hard to talk about anything more. The thought briefly crossed his mind. "I see, so the goal is to gather elite forces that will be able to hit the enemy's weak points with great effectiveness?"
"Among other things, my lord."
"Perfect, I have no further questions, does anyone else have anything to add?" Hearing no response, Lanz decided to continue. "So it's time to move on to one of the main reasons for this meeting, the question of the planet I've already managed to get a name for, Wayland."
Lucian and Dorian exchanged a brief glance as Grand Moff Tagge became lost in thought, placing his hand to his chin. "I heard about an incident at one of the locations on this planet during the early days of the empire. Apparently, some rebel clones from the times of the Clone Wars infiltrated the facility, which resulted in the destruction of the research. That's all I know about it."
As it soon turned out, both other high-ranking officers also knew nothing about it. This left Lanzo alone with a certain grim and risky necessity.
"Well, gentlemen, it looks like I will have to go blindly to the planet's surface to discover the contents of what the computer data of the ship I captured has identified as the emperor's storehouse." Although, given the locations, I have some hunch about the contents of this storehouse. However…
"When exactly do you intend to go there, Lord Regent?" Lucian asked, revealing his desire to offer something more.
"As fast as you can." What is this man actually planning? "Ultimately, there is not the slightest guarantee that someone else is not preparing to rob our dead Emperor's property. I have to be the first to make the most of all the items stored there, whatever they may be."
Lucian and Octavian exchanged a quick glance before the latter asked his question. "Is it really necessary to take such risks, my lord? If you go there alone..."
"I won't, Director." Lanz replied quickly and concisely. "I will be accompanied by my death troopers, I have no intention of leaving my elite guards, especially when I enter the deep bowels of a place where literally anything can be found."
"Director Pryce meant, Lord Regent, that you might need some sort of reinforcement before you embark on this escapade." The Grand Moff explained calmly before looking at Lucian.
Meanwhile, he continued. "I requested that one of the first Victory IIIs, Hopegiver, be placed under the command of one of the best ASB agents. On the ship itself, there are no stormtroopers, and instead they have been replaced by intelligence commandos."
"I see, do you want to assign me someone specialized for this type of tasks?" Lanz easily guessed their intentions. And at the same time, give someone near me who is accountable to them. Good way to follow me, but I'd love to play this game. This can undoubtedly be interesting... but also dangerous.
"I will be more than happy to have such wonderfully trained men and women with me." Lanz replied courteously, smiling as he did so. Let them think I'm happy. If necessary, I will get rid of all of you and replace you with people loyal to me, but until then I will have to find some.
We then looked each of the three hologram men straight in the eye. I may have used the Force to bend their minds to my will, but there is still a danger that they will spiral out of control. Possibly my charm will become outdated. Either option is possible and I have to be vigilant, very vigilant, especially since my position is still very precarious. There is undoubtedly a small army of people ready to take my place or launch an all-out attack if I ever fail.
"Still, I would like to know who exactly I will be dealing with?"
"I am sending you a young but extremely talented ASB agent who subordinated herself to the new structure without hesitation. Moreover, thanks to her leadership skills and high competence, combined with a high rate of successful missions, she quickly gained the rank of Lieutenant Commander." Director Pryce briefly introduced the woman, then looked expectantly at the Grand Moff.
"This ASB agent is my only daughter, Adela Tagge." Octavian finished for him, his voice strained with restraint, but Lanzo noticed it.
Difficult family relationships? He asked himself mentally before continuing. Never mind, it's none of my business, but I'm concerned about this extremely suggestive display of cronyism and nepotism. It's as if Director Pryce was promoting this woman for her loyalty and blood, but never mind.
"Well, given that the emperor's storehouse will almost certainly be well guarded, her competence will be tested. If she's as good as you say, she'll survive. If not, either the security won't be that effective, or your daughter will die, Grand Moff. I have no intention of lying to anyone about this."
Octavian, however, looked at him with a smile, full of pride, and Lanz didn't even have to tap into the Force to know that it was pride in his only child. "I assure you, Lord Regent, you will not be disappointed. This may be perceived as a sign of nepotism, and many who judge a book by its cover - so to speak - also assumed so. However, you will see that my daughter has fully earned her own success."
Lanz didn't say anything, he just contemplated these situations briefly and without much thought. "If that's all, gentlemen, I consider the matter closed. Next time, however, I intend to meet with all representatives of the Alignment General Staff."
"Yes my lord." All three responded, before adding the required phrase. "Long live the Empire!"
After that, their holograms went blank, so Lanz was left alone in his office, with his thoughts. How exhausting it all is. Now I fully understand why there were - contrary to popular opinion - so few people willing to become Emperor in the ancient Roman Empire. Hard, tiring and demanding work. We are talking about a country that had a completely different civilizational development than an interstellar country, where due to modern technology and a lot of bureaucracy, some decentralization is inevitable. However, even despite this, the person at the top has a difficult and unenviable situation that influences decisions, not even billions as on Earth, but hundreds of billions and maybe even trillions.
Then he snorted with amusement. No wonder no one has ever attempted - except for the early empire - to create a galactic-wide census. A truly risky task and Herculean Work, not to say impossible.
Not wanting to spend a short moment of free time before the gym and training, he put on his helmet and decided to go for a short walk around the ship. However, wanting to be alone with his thoughts, he ordered death troopers to stay at the door and guard his office.
He enjoyed the easy and slow march through the dursteel corridors for only a few moments before he spotted two junior officers who immediately saluted but he did not acknowledge. Instead, he sped up slightly, a little irritated by the attention from someone else when he needed a break from the others' presence.
However, as if the universe or the Force wanted to mock him, there were dozens of stormtroopers, technicians, crew members and other officers greeting him, and as a result his mood only worsened.
Is it too much to ask for a short break? He lamented internally, still unaccustomed to all this attention, which on one hand he had once craved all his life, but which on the other was driving him crazy. Is there no ideal option, some golden mean?
Finally, he was really angry, so much so that he collided with one of the officers, but Lanz didn't stop even for a moment, but pushed forward. He walked briskly for at least a few standard minutes before he finally reached a rather isolated corridor with no systems, but with a whole row of portholes that gave him a beautiful view of the cosmic emptiness.
How wonderful it would be to just tear down this reinforced glass and just fly away into empty space, to death, to eternal rest from everyone. His mind was filled with clearly suicidal thoughts, which soon became despair. No, even that might not be possible, I would just end up in another world, knowing my damn luck. My previous life was peaceful and average in every respect. It was hopeless in the beginning, long before I took over this body and memories, but eventually I rose high, higher than any other street kid on my home planet, at least I think. Knowing my luck, the next life would only be worse in every way.
He felt overwhelmed by all this, the fact of having so much power, but also the enormous responsibility that fell on his strained and unprepared shoulders. I just want to end it, tear the porthole apart, die quickly, or even be torn apart in space into many smaller and uncountable pieces. I would like there to be a final end that would simply free me from the hopelessness of life, from this disease, which is transmitted and multiplied most often through sexual intercourse. I just want to rest and not feel anything anymore and not be sad anymore.
He almost realized his thoughts, because he already placed his hand on the porthole, concentrating the Force, which led to several visible cracks and specific noises nearby. Only at the last moment, when the possibility that this time his life really would end finally and irrevocably dawned on Lanz, he fearfully withdrew his hand and took many quick steps backwards until he reached the wall against which he was leaning, and his hands began to tremble. This caused a brief pain in the arm injured during the duel, which healed and recovered extremely quickly, thanks to the absolutely beneficial Bacta medical preparation, which could be described as a panacea for most physical injuries.
What the hell am I doing, where did all this come from!? Lanz was confused and, on the other hand, absolutely couldn't believe that for a brief moment he actually wanted to end his own life.
He took many deep breaths, recovering from the shock and still not understanding what he had just wanted to do to himself. Is this the reason why I accept death so willingly and calmly one day? Because I secretly wanted it?
Soon, the confusion and shock turned into mocking laughter and culminated in words. "This is absurd."
Lanz resumed his slow walk, taking each step away from the damaged porthole before his mind, stimulated by the walk, began to work. Still, how can I function properly in this world? How can I act when my Earthly values seem completely insignificant compared to the vastness of the galaxy, the universe itself and the Force?
These were the types of questions to which he couldn't find answers any time soon, and perhaps he never would.
Regardless, the damaged porthole only began to crack until it finally broke under the pressure of the void of space, causing a short-lived alarm in that section of the Star Destroyer.
Sithspit. Lanz thought, not very pleased with this turn of events, which he should have predicted.
Outer Rim, New Territories, Braxant sector, Sartinaynian system
ESD 'Reaper'
In his office, aboard his flagship, the Executor Star Dreadnought Reaper, Grand Moff Ardus Octavian Tagge leaned back in a comfortable chair designed specifically for his body. Despite the hard work of the day, he was more than pleased with himself, having finally made the necessary steps to a certain plan that had formed in his mind the moment he had agreed to submit to the authority of the former Imperial Inquisitor.
I knew my support of this man would be a great investment for me and my family in more ways than one. Ardus thought, and in his head it coincided with the idea of opening some bottles of good vintage whiskey. Lanz may be gifted in the Force, and he may have tried to influence me, but not when a human, even one with a weak mind like mine, has undergone special training. The Jedi and their philosophy may have been suppressed and crushed by the clones and the subsequent inquisitors who hunted them down, but the teachings of protection against mind influence through the Force were not so easily forgotten. Perhaps most of the population, in all its ignorance and focus on everyday problems, has practically forgotten about it, but certainly not me.
Then, Ardus's gaze moved to his long-time friend and trusted ally, whose help in reaching the position of Grand Moff was invaluable. So many years have passed during which we have both experienced usefulness for each other, and yet out of caution we still cling to each other, becoming a mutual and valuable support over the years. My power over the administration and local military forces, while Ian wields power over the information and shadow of this region of the galaxy.
"I have really serious doubts about this plan, Octavian." He said to his friend with a slightly gloomy expression on his face. "While I won't deny that this is quite ambitious and has the potential to succeed, it is still at high risk of failure or worse."
Ah, as cautious as ever, he should have put a little more faith in my plans. Ardus smiled pleasantly at the Director. "You shouldn't be so overly cautious, although I appreciate your concern for my life and health. Still, I can say with certainty that either Lanz will take the bait, if I may use such an expression, or in the worst case scenario, he will hold a grudge against me that he will be unable to do anything about. I am too important as the de facto head of government, or even by virtue of being a member of the Tagge family, for our Lord Regent to ever dare touch me."
"Perhaps, but I advise you not to overestimate his common sense, because he is still only an organic being and, like each of us, susceptible to emotions, especially the strongest ones." The intelligence chief remained unwavering in his caution about his friend's plan.
"The worst that could happen would be to take me into early retirement after many years if the rebels don't win over us." Octavian shrugged, still calm. "Besides, any negative repercussions at Lanza's hands would only come if he ever found out about my planning something like this."
"If you say so." Lucian just sighed heavily, obviously tired of it all, but mostly of his friend's stubbornness. "It's just a matter of winning the damn war, and frankly, I'm more than pleased that we've expressed support for Lanz's ascension to the Lord Regent, especially given his understanding of strategy and the need to produce as much equipment as possible to replace lost or multiply the potential of the armed forces. "
Indeed, this is one of the greatest advantages of our new ruler, although it is funny that without us the title of Lord Regent would be completely meaningless and this man could declare himself regent of an asteroid belt at best, and one located very far from the main worlds of the empire. Ardus thought mockingly. "Regardless of this, the fact remains that we must keep him alive and get him to take a wife and thus produce an heir who will ensure the stability of this country and therefore any future."
"It would be even better if this successor's surname was Tagge?" Lucian asked very suggestively, leaving no doubt as to his friend's plan.
Ardus looked at him with obvious smugness. "Adela is a beautiful, resourceful and ambitious woman who, despite the difficulties of being a legitimate bastard of a member of a large and old noble family, managed to achieve a lot. All this despite many adversities."
"And will you admire her even more if she can get into Lanz's pants?" Luciaz allowed himself complete impudence.
This is too much and he knows it! Ardus, however, was quite irritated by this, so much so that he stood up and looked down at his friend. "You can be my friend and valuable political ally. You can even talk much more than just like we have a solid working relationship. But I swear that if you ever suggest in my presence that I treat my own daughter only as a pawn on a shah-tezh board or as a sexual object that I can use politically, then do not count on a discount. You should know that I always keep my word, especially to my friends!"
By then, Lucian had become stoic and retreated without a word. He didn't have any more time for that, because a moment later the secretary informed them that the Grand Moff's daughter had been nabbed. Ardus calmly ordered his only child to be allowed inside, at the same time preparing to meet the source of the greatest joy in his life, and the greatest pain.
It wasn't long before the door opened and a visibly lithe and young woman entered, her face hidden beneath a black visor and a durasteel mask with a scarlet visor. In addition, the woman was wearing a black uniform, a breastplate, and several other pieces of armor. There was also a rank board, from its left one yellow square and four blue ones.
Woman stood at attention and saluted stiffly before she said anything, and when she did, her voice was very cold and frigid, devoid of any emotion except cold professionalism. "Lieutenant Commander Adela Tagge reports readiness and ready to follow orders, sir!"
Director Pryce stood up and greeted with a smile one of his most effective agents, who often carried out missions directly from him and reported to him, rather than to some intermediate level. "Don't be so formal Commander Tagge, this isn't one of those stiff briefings."
"Sir, I dutifully report that I believe it would be the height of unprofessionalism on my part to enter into a more casual conversation with my superiors." Lieutenant Commander Tagge had no intention of lowering her tone, in fact she added a few words. "Especially if I have to talk in the presence of the Grand Moff and the Supreme Commander of the Alignment General Staff."
Ardus felt an unmistakable pain at her words. A pain that could be compared to when a parent loses one of their children. Well, I kind of lost it because of having to…
Ardus had great difficulty refraining from shaking his head to dispel these thoughts. He was more than glad that he didn't show this or any other signs of sadness in his daughter's presence. She has more reasons to worry in her life than the unhappy father who brought this fate upon himself, at his own request. If only Ailla were still alive... Well, at least she can be proud of giving birth to a strong daughter and I can watch the fruit of the combination of our genes.
"This is the Lieutenant Commander's decision and I respect it, especially since I value such professionalism in subordinates and colleagues." Ardus felt pain as he said those words, but he still decided not to back down. "After all, it is better to talk to another person if he shows his face."
Ardus was ready for resistance from his daughter, but she removed the helmet and mask in one movement, which were connected together, thus constituting one. Thus, the face of a young woman, strongly emphasized by the cheekbones, was revealed, which had a lot of raw, pure, make-up-free female beauty. Beauty, which was further enhanced by strong auburn hair tied in a stiff bun.
If only her hair were loose, she would look like you, Ailla... Ardus had to suppress his thoughts once again of his long dead wife, whom his beautiful daughter looked so much like. "This is definitely better Commander, now let's get down to business, because you are receiving orders directly from me for an extremely important mission."
The woman followed his hand stiffly as he pointed her to the second of the two remaining chairs. After a while, when everyone was seated, Ardus got to the point from his side.
"To put it bluntly, you and your subordinate forces will be sent to the Wayland system to assist the Lord Regent's expedition to the planet of the same name. Exact coordinates will be provided to the Captain of your ship." Ardus calmly explained. "Before you ask, Commander, your goal is primarily to fail the expedition itself, but to keep the Lord Regent alive."
The woman frowned before asking. "What exactly is there on this planet that makes me care so much about the safety of a man who, with much smaller forces, defeated one of the warlords at the Battle of Bilbringi?"
"To put it very briefly, the storehouse of our late Emperor. This time, Lucian took the lead in the conversation. "There may be resources, plans, or projects out there that will help us win this chaotic war that, although it has not yet begun, will undoubtedly consume many millions of different sentient beings."
"I understand, sir." Commander Tagge replied briefly. "Is that all I need to know about the mission for now."
"Not yet, I would like to inform you that this will take place in space controlled by Prince Admiral Treuten Zsinj, and although this man and his subordinates are focused on expanding their military potential, I do not advise you to underestimate him." Lucian continued. "You may encounter a strong patrol or even part of a fleet commanded by him which will be regrouping at a given moment. So I don't advise you to ignore the possibility of some unpredictable factor. During this type of mission…"
"A lot of things can really go wrong." The young woman finished for him, knowing full well that this was the conclusion. "Director, sir, I'm experienced and this isn't the first time I've had to go into the enemy's mouth with a single ship."
"But this is the first time, Commander, that a regular galactic war has taken place during a mission. Since I remember the Clone Wars and know what might have happened at times, with all my heart and experience, I advise you to be careful."
She didn't answer right away, for a moment she really seemed to consider his words. "Is that all, sir?"
"Yes, that will be it for this briefing, Adela." Ardus then decided to speak to his daughter. "I wish you all the best and take care of yourself, no matter what you think of me."
The young woman's brown eyes narrowed slightly at these words, and a certain menacing glint flashed in them. "Thank you, Grand Moff."
She stood up, gave a stiff salute, turned 180 degrees, headed for the door, and left her father's office.
"And to think it all could have gone so much worse." Ardus remarked as dryly as wryly.
"Well, at least you have a daughter to be proud of, my friend." Lucian said without much humor. "I unfortunately had the misfortune that an extremely attractive agent of the Black Sun first seduced me and then tried to kill me, as a result of which I lost my bird at the age of only 23 and somewhere on Corellia."
Well, sometimes it is better to lose the mark of masculinity and live with the emptiness of not having children than to have at least one child but know that the fruit of your and your beloved one's genes hates you with all heart.
The Borderland Of The Expansion Region And The Mid Rim, Wayland System
ISD-II 'Hope of Empire'
The Star Destroyer had just dropped out of hyperspace, after a long and carefully navigated voyage, at the edge of the system with an escort of 5 other ships. Lanz had a perfect view of the whole thing from the porthole of the command bridge, and he especially turned his attention to the main point and the reason for their presence there.
Wayland, a wonderful forest and jungle, temperate world, incredibly beautiful and Earth-like. Lanz thought as he looked at it all and stood slightly apart in front of the central porthole, with his feet slightly apart. It's quite funny how many beautiful worlds there are in this galaxy to explore and see. After all, my duties may not allow me to visit all these planets as much as I would like.
Not seeing any of the ships in the system, he decided to issue a short order to Commander Ericlia Megas, who was standing next to him but focused on the technicians and junior officers. "Commander, please order half of the company of death troopers accompanying me to be prepared for landing on the planet. Along with any single stormtrooper regiment, they are also to receive mining equipment taken from smugglers."
Lanz didn't even wait for her response, and with nothing to do and no backup to arrive, he decided to tap into the Force, successfully demanding that the energy that held the universe together gave him answers about the world before his eyes. This was done, but the result was not what the Lord Regent had hoped for.
A lot of life, conscious and unconscious, that is all too easy to feel. Still, there is too much and the information is too laconic. What is much more important, however, is that I cannot feel anything that would indicate the presence of any Force-related artifacts, or I am simply not skilled enough to be able to do so, but on the other hand...
Minutes passed and he couldn't feel anything on the planet's surface. He tried to tap into the Force much more aggressively and forcefully, demanding the location of the place he was looking for. All it accomplished was to flood his mind with the experiences of many millions of different organisms, many of which were so far removed from what he knew as a human being that his head literally began to throb, mercilessly. However, when he withdrew after a long but extremely expressive moment, he felt as if he was going to vomit.
Either there's nothing Force-related there, or... Then a thought occurred to him that almost made him want to bang his head against the nearest computer or a durasteel wall. Or maybe this place was simply hidden in the Force by the Emperor, which would be more than his style. A man who had plans in mind and simply loved surprising his enemies.
Lanz felt stupid, almost like an idiot, even to himself. Still, he was grateful that it was someone else who pointed out his lack of imagination. He may not have been an egomaniac incapable of admitting when he made a mistake, but he still simply hated being wrong, just like any intelligent person with a high ego.
Even so, it still bothers me that I don't know much about that place. I don't know what awaits me there and in what quantities. Everything is one big unknown and it irritates me immensely. His eyes narrowed slightly under his helmet. Regardless, I must take this risk if I am to survive in this galaxy.
His previous mental breakdown from a dozen or so hours ago had basically disappeared, or at least it wasn't visible in any way verbally. But underneath his skin, deep down, Lanz literally felt that something was just wrong. The same feeling he often felt in another body, like an inner emptiness that had seemed to consume him from the inside since middle school.
But Lanz pushed the feeling away, no longer wanting to feel the emptiness that weighed on his insides. As if I ever needed to motivate my actions with higher values or philosophy. Others may limit themselves or impose bondage on themselves, but not me.
Although there were times when he was extremely convinced about this, the older he became, the harder it was for him to accept it and the more he felt this hunger. As if an internal, rooted in him needs to have something above himself. Some shining star on the horizon to which he could aim.
"My lord, a new ship is entering the system from hyperspace." Ericlia reported obediently. "According to his identification, his name is VSD Hopegiver."
Lanz returned to reality in time to see the medium ship in question come out of hyperspace, quite close to Lanz's small fleet. Perfect for the Lord Inquisitor to take a look at the new ship. Considering that his helmet had the option of zooming in, viewing distant objects in greater detail, Lanz had a perfect view and did not need plans to properly assess the structure presented to him.
A beautiful ship, modified and improved according to my instructions, or rather demands. Lord Regent smiled beneath his helmet. The four turbolaser batteries were eliminated and replaced by as many as 7 quadruple batteries on each side. All placed parallel to the ends of the hull and spread out at greater distances from each other to be able to shoot straight ahead without any problems. In addition, the shield systems have been significantly improved and unnecessary rocket launchers have been definitely replaced by ion cannons. In addition, I ordered the role of droids in non-essential systems to be increased so that the crew could be reduced. If everything is as planned, the current crew should number approximately 4,000 officers, pilots and technicians. If we take into account the fact that the regular Victory-II needed 6,000, this gives as many as 2,000 free officers and technicians who can be used as the crew of other ships.
He was more than pleased and had no shortage of mental praise for himself, but there was another, much more important issue at the moment, which he remembered only after a few seconds. "Commander, please call the ASB commando commander to report to the Hope of Empire, I will wait for her in my office."
Lanz left the bridge with his guards and returned to his daily work. He left the death troopers outside to guard the entrance and they received a clear signal that the intelligence commando commander could enter without permission. He himself sat comfortably behind the desk and closed his eyes, immersing himself in a short, but giving him peace and respite, meditation.
Finally, after a time that was difficult for him to determine, the door to his office opened.
Breaking from his pleasant trance and still wearing his Lanz helmet, he looked at a newly arrived woman in a black uniform and armor of the same color, with a rank badge on her chest, who stopped in front of the desk and saluted.
"My lord, Lieutenant Commander Adela Tagge reports readiness." She reported, but the mask on her face slightly distorted her voice.
"Nice to meet you, Commander." Lanz greeted her as warmly as his menacing and dark helmet would allow. "I am counting on fruitful cooperation, but I would like to see the face of the woman who will cooperate with me."
Commander Tagge complied with his request, removing her helmet and revealing a visage that made Lanz more than happy with the helmet that covered his face and widened eyes.
Truly beautiful. He thought briefly before realizing that warmth had spread to his cheeks. As a result, he quickly reached out to the Force to quell the feelings rising within him. Without this energy, functioning would be much more difficult. On the other hand…
He suppressed his next thoughts, focused primarily on the beauty of this young woman, feeling quite stupid at the same time. The last time he reacted in a similar way was many years ago, at the beginning of high school. Then, instead of responding to his heart's needs, he preferred to at least try to cut himself off from his bodily needs or interest in sex. He always rationalized it all with the fact that he would rather not potentially make a mistake and condemn women to raising the unwanted fruit of a relationship.
Despite everything, he found it quite pleasant to observe the strong and stern facial features of the young woman standing in front of him. Especially, he liked her brown and watchful eyes, which simply could not belong to an unintelligent person.
On this occasion he was struck by a strong contrast. When this young woman was wearing the mask, she seemed to be an oasis of calm professionalism in the Force and did not show even the slightest trace of nervousness. But now, after removing the mask and helmet, she was clearly not so confident anymore. It was as if it was like depriving her of some kind of mental protection
Lanz effectively silenced himself, focusing all his attention on her eyes. "Well, Commander, we will soon descend to the planet's surface, in search of a compound that may be very well secured. I have already ordered some of my stormtroopers to go to the surface of the planet and investigate the area."
"Is there anything more known about this complex, my lord?" The young woman asked him.
"Apart from the coordinates on the planet and the fact that there may be resources or devices in the location that will enable us to win the war, literally nothing." Lanz replied to her calmly before folding his arms. "We can find literally anything there and it is almost certain that this facility will have very good protection."
"I understand, my lord." Commander Tagge nodded, then internally wrestled with a thought for a moment before making up her mind. "My lord, with all due respect, could I also ask you to remove your helmet. I would also like to know who I should work with and I would rather see your eyes."
Lanz immediately understood the reference. "Are you the type of person who considers eyes to be the windows to the soul?"
Commander Adela Tagge did not answer, only pursing her lips noticeably. The Lord Regent could easily sense her inner self-blame. Undoubtedly for being too bold.
She's trying to test me to see if... no, no one with that level of self-control could do something so reckless on purpose. Then again, everyone makes mistakes, having said that... Lanz thought about the matter for a few more moments before making his decision.
In a quick movement, he reached up to the mask with both hands, and automatically the connections between the helmet and armor began to loosen, the air inside suddenly flew out with a loud hiss, and Lanz showed his young face to the woman in front of him. He stared at her blankly and with narrowed eyes, then placed his helmet on the edge of the desk and leaned back in his chair. His gaze went straight into the eyes of the woman in front of him, and she returned the gaze.
We both judge and examine each other, almost as equals. Lanz assessed their exchange of glances this way. However, I have the advantage of the Force, although I sense some raw but clearly unconscious potential in it. On the other hand, it may be a mistake on my part. How can I be sure that in this particular case my senses are not deceiving me? Regardless, I see before me a strong woman, hardened by the hardships of life and who seems to be determined in the direction I want to go, higher in the hierarchy to be as independent as possible. At least that's what I think.
One of the many things Lanz learned from frequent and practiced probing of the mind of another organic being was how incomprehensible feelings could be. Sometimes to such an extent that something that seemed obvious was actually not so and did not have to be. Sometimes one feeling, or perhaps the interpretation of feelings, could mean two completely different things, or even mean something completely different. Sometimes even, Lanz could simply refuse to accept or reject the feelings of his subjects. Still, despite such uncertainty, Lanz did not doubt his ability to judge people, especially their mood.
"I'm a bit surprised, my lord." Commander Tagge broke the silence between them. "Instead of such a young and genetically endowed face, I expected a deformed and scarred face, in addition to numerous cybernetics."
Lanz had no intention of remaining in debt. "I also didn't expect such a beautiful face under that mask, and such intense eyes that say more about you than you think, or at least that's my impression. How can I be sure that my senses and judgment are not without flaws and prejudices and therefore distance me from the truth?
Commander Tagge received his polite comment coolly, as if she was used to other men or women trying to reach her in this way. "With all due respect, my lord, this type of interaction makes her unprofessional."
"Perhaps, Commander, you may very well be absolutely right, which I have no intention of denying." Lanz nodded. "Nonetheless, mutual honesty and getting to know each other better can be very conducive to the development of solid professional relationships. In particular, if both parties are aware of each other's advantages and disadvantages, and are also able to complement each other."
The young woman examined him, as if unsure how to properly respond to his words. For a moment, Lanz also didn't quite know how to take it further, in any direction. So he decided to ask something simple.
"Was your journey here smooth and trouble-free, Commander?"
Commander Tagge waited for several moments without saying a word. "Barely, my lord. We had to get past some pretty strong Star Force patrols from the Prince Admiral. One was exceptionally large and definitely over-large, with as many as 3 Star Destroyers and 7 Dreadnought-class heavy cruisers."
"Interesting." Lanz wanted to know a little more about this. "Can you tell me approximately what sector or system you encountered this formation in?"
"It was approximately somewhere in the Greater Ploorod sector, my lord…"
"Please Commander, stop addressing me so formally." Lanz followed her, extremely tired for the day of anyone taking advantage of such formal pleasantries. "Please call me just Lanz in private conversations. No lord, no lord regent, just a man like everyone else, equally susceptible to mistakes or errors."
"In that case, please call me Adela." The young woman clearly agreed to this reluctantly, but after a while she continued. "In each case, I had the impression when detecting such a strong grouping that the Zsinj siblings were either preparing to attack us or were afraid of an offensive from us."
Lanz quickly sorted it all out in his head and came to a conclusion. "No, I don't believe that they are really preparing to attack our space. Even if this formation were one of many, and if it were part of a concentration of larger forces, you would definitely encounter more, much more on your journey here, Adela."
"If you say so, Lanz." The young woman leaned back in her chair as well, but it didn't provide much comfort. "When do we actually leave?"
"As soon as possible." Lanz replied matter-of-factly. "When the sun begins to rise over the part of the planet appropriate for our mission, we will descend to the surface."
Adela nodded. "Is that all, Lanz?"
"So far, yes." The Lord Regent replied briefly. "If you want, you can request officers' quarters on Hope of Empire."
"I won't use it." Adela stood up and moved to the door. "I prefer to go back to my people and be with them."
"Your choice." Lanz just shrugged dismissively. "Then see you in a while, Adela."
She didn't answer, he just saluted before leaving, and as soon as the door closed, Lanz fainted, tired of it all.
I need a long sleep. A very, very long sleep.
AN: Hello, dear readers, and I am happy to publish the next chapter in February. I would like to thank you for your reviews, words of support and questions.
Before we move on, I want to emphasize one thing that has been lightly highlighted in this chapter, and which will be an important part of the rest of the story, the imperfections of the individual. You see, what irritated me about many of the SI fanfictions I've had the privilege of reading, which I think are great, is that they almost always present the main characters as a strong monolith, internally and personally.
These are often the types who "get from zero to hero", while practically always being internally coherent from beginning to end. Here, I want to do something different and instead of presenting a framework from zero to "hero", I decided to go for something different. Here, although Lanz quickly gains its own forces, quite powerful, and territory that allows it to quickly recreate its military potential, it is not an internal monolith.
So far, his main motivator for action was the most basic instinct that is present in each of us, the instinct of survival. However, once this need has been met, a hunger for something else, deeper, begins. A hunger for values that could motivate him to continue acting and give more meaning to his actions.
All this has its roots in Lanz's imperfections and flaws from his previous life. This is my objection to many SI fanfictions, that often the main character, with his death and transfer to a new body or world, magically cuts himself off from his previous mental problems. It is as if an individual could cut himself off from his roots. Although this is an objection, it is not entirely true, because I perfectly understand the desire to show how, in different circumstances, it could have achieved more.
I opted for something else instead. Instead of fighting primarily physical battles with an external enemy - although this is also the case - Lanz has to face his internal weaknesses, imperfections and more or less obvious flaws. This is supposed to be the main axis of the main character's development, not the destruction of the enemy, but self-development in one direction or another.
I am following Ayn Rand's thought here, according to which sooner or later you have to choose a philosophy of life, it is even inevitable. It only depends on us whether this will take place through a thoughtful, more or less self-conscious process, or whether we will accept a pile of garbage consisting of uncertain conclusions.
Sincerely, have a nice day and see you in the future. -King's Snake