War Profiteer-SI

by ayab

The rebellion needs help, so does the empire. They all share the same needs to achieve their objectives: guns, food, communications, and ships. Why not provide them with everything you have and profit from it? Besides, regardless of the outcome, victory from either side ensures your success.

2. Blaster heresy

To differentiate:

Birren: Planet

Hastun: the tribal society

Zuraiys: a tribe

(Numbers): This is for my notes and musing that I want to write but don't want to disturb the flow of the story.

Ex:

Jabba the Hut likes to give money to tatooine orphanages(1)

After story:

(1) In a bid to maintain power on tatooine Jabba the Hutt has invested many huttese Real to maintain an orphanage as a public stunt.

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Leirra Zuraiys

"Hold it steady, keep it tight," I gripped the wooden handle of the long rifle, making sure to mimic what my father had shown me before; the wooden material was weird to me, its weight familiar yet so different than the slugthrowers that I used to shoot back in my old life at earth, the ergonomic is atrocious to say the least, saying that it was uncomfortable was putting it lightly. Despite all of that problem of its sight and protruding wires that made it hard to aim because of how much those open wiring and tubes distract me to focus on the target down at sight, I take a deep breath so decades of honed instinct shooting slugthrowers kicks in and pulled the trigger lightly, only to cringe feeling how weightless and toy-like the trigger was, the red bolt of blaster shot out from the Birren traditional rifle, destroying the head of a wooden mock out that was used as target practice. The kick was manageable with Bas holding my shoulder but nonetheless it was still too much for my tiny 4-year-old body.

My new body in star wars, I internally lament, why don't you reincarnate me before the dark time—before the Empire, at least give me time to prepare. The being that just put me at the start of the empire really didn't give me a chance to plan out what I should do, I have plans upon plan back when I was teenager if I was isekaid before the Clone Wars, placing me when the Empire begin to rise is the same telling me to go blind without any plan whatsoever fighting an enemy hard to be defeated, at least in the Clone Wars Palpatine didn't control the galaxy completely, no use complaining now, I just have to survive until the rebellion is strong enough to kill papa Palpatine, and who knows be obscenely rich while at it.

I don't know who reincarnated me but if I have to guess; then it's the force, not that I'm complaining, I always love star wars with my favorite faction in it being the rebel alliance, I know that it isn't the most common belief that they are the coolest faction compared to the clones and the empire, but hey what can I say, I have a thing for tactical looking leather uniforms.

No, the true question is: why was I reincarnated to star wars? What is my role? I know for a fact that without me the rebellion would win, and the new republic would rise… The same new republic that let the first order grow, which leads to a sequel trilogy that ruined a franchise that I… Hmm, I have a goal. No kriffing way I would let the new republic, the extremely cool faction, suffer the same fate in Disney kriffing cannon! I don't want that! Question is how can I prevent the sequel New Republic from coming to existence and replace it with the one in legends. Joining the rebellion and climbing up the ranks sounds like a good idea at first, only for me to quickly discard it, no hecking way I would join the rebellion now! That's suicide! Nor would I want to join the front lines, I'm maybe a gunsmith and gun enthusiast in the past but that doesn't mean I want to throw my life away in the name of democracy(1). This left me with only two choices: be fucking rich and help the rebellion financially or become a political figure like Mon Mothma., maybe both at the same time.

"Good job, Leirra, good job, " My father praised me by disheveling my hair. "You're a natural at it," he said stoically but there is no way to hide that he is proud, I can't help to smile at his praise, while my mental capacity is much-much more older than this body I currently have, it doesn't change that I am still a 4-years-old boy who still wants their parents approval, and compared to my last one, Bas and Tasnime while wasn't better is more present in my life.

I heard murmurs behind my back, fellow and different tribe members from all of Birren noble family, whispering my name with great admiration and chastising their own sons and daughters with their lack of prodigal level of skill. I look behind to see grandfather was looking at me with pride our eyes briefly met and he nodded acknowledging me, mother and grandmother was less tactful showing their love to me as the moment I put down the expertly crafted rifle, if its ergonomic wasn't made for all different species and not just for humans, they instantly cooed by hugging me to death, saying how much honor and prestige I've brought to the family.

"See Mama, our Leirra is great at it, it wasn't that long for Bas to show him how to shoot a blaster and he's already an expert shot, " My mother hugged me from the back lifting my 4-years-old body dangling in the air like a cat.

"Yes, yes, " Grandmother Ithma pinch my cheeks, "It was never in doubt after all, what is surprising how fast he was able to pick the skill." I cursed to myself, did I show too much of how familiar I am with firearms. "Let's hope your son is not touched by the force," grandmother said in a low whisper and deep sadness, I looked at mother and dread was all I could see.

"Let's pray that he isn't, " my mother also whispered a prayer to the force and I prayed within my heart too, after all this is a dangerous time to be given such gifts. The constant guard of imperial clone stormtroopers watching them at the shooting range on top of the valley was all I needed to be reminded of its danger.

"Mom, can you let me down, please ?" I pleaded to her, Tasnime complied with my request, then fixed my traditional dress for such a formal event. Well at least as formal an outdoor shooting event within a valley could be in the middle of Birren's summer, I wonder when it would rain? It's getting boring seeing sparse grass after all. I left my mother and grandmother to talk to themselves as I waited at the back of the line sitting in an ornate tent with my family belongings, sitting on the carpeted ground, I could feel the other kids the same age and some older than me gawking from the other tents. Father spotted me, he was talking to another noble and was ready to disengage the conversation clearly because of the nature of the conversation; the man seemed exhausting to talk to and by the faint sound I heard from their conversation, the man was trying to lick my father's boots to have some business opportunities with him by praising my skills, honestly it's a bit embarrassing and annoying how many nobles and rich merchant alike trying to scurry my family favor.

My father excused himself as courteously as he could; then went straight to me. Preparing for a conversation with him I took a deep breath and made a mental list of what the conversation could probably be about.

"So how was it? You've been raving about shooting one since as long as I can remember." Bas was different from mother. He respects my mental maturity which he believes was from my lineage as a clone, which is untrue, and talks to me like I was a teenage son verging on to be an adult. Tasnime wasn't that bad, but… she just loves me too much, which for some people will be a good thing, except for me, an ex gunsmith from Texas who has been a fan of star wars for as long as I can remember.

"It's…" I was about to say it was great to placate my father and fellow Hastun people, "... to be honest I don't like the blaster," was all I manage to say, trying to hide my distaste for star wars weaponry will likely be waste to maintain, being truthful was the least energy consuming route.

"Don't let the Blastersmith hear that from you," Bas looked at a gathering of men and women forming a mini bazaar with blasters as its main products, as if telling me that saying my opinion would not be a good idea, which I agree with. "And here I thought you would like it," Bas sighed, "A shame, the blaster I picked was the best I could find, it's a thousand much better than what the mass produced stuff I got as a clone." Hearing such statements made me shudder, thinking back to that kriffing bad trigger and ergonomic design that would make most gunsmith weep, was better than standard issue clone weaponry terrified me.

"Dad, can I ask you something?" I let out a question, tilting his head to the side, Bas raised an eyebrow and gave me the go ahead to ask. "Are all blasters this bad?"

"Bad how?" He sounded confused, "If you mean how heavy it is, then yes. My old rifle was 4.5 kilogram without attachments, the dam.. ," he coughed, "the blaster could take a sustained fire for 30 to 50 shots before it's cools down and I still don't like it because of how heavy it is, although I hear the Empire is fielding a new blaster and it's going be comparable in weight."

This…this is worse than i thought, the G.A.R have equipped their standard trooper with what essentially a light machine gun, the most comparable gun I could think of with it is the Soviets RPK light machine guns, while the nature of the clones' fighting an army that outnumbered them made me understand to a certain amount of degree why the chose that doctrine, it still baffles me, and the Empire's new blaster has the same weight as the old one!???!!!(2)

For some reason a fire flamed inside me, such lunacy, such heresy! Should not be tolerated, it is as if hundreds or even thousands of years of design competence was thrown away or forgotten. And even for Birren, a planet that has a connection with weaponry, to be in such a sorry state and I have to use it almost every month as a noble duty for social gathering and to hunt made me fester a sudden unreasonable amount of rage. There is something I must do, I will do, frankly this is the only thing I could do if I wish to stay sane in a world where sensible blaster design doesn't exist.

"Dad, my birthday is next month right?" I asked him. I've been a relatively good child for him, done every work my instructor has given me even though I suspect it is too advanced for my age, helped with the dishes, and even helped dad and old man Zareem fix up malfunctioning droids.

"Affirmative, son. Do you want to request anything?" Bas was surprised by my question. Of course he is, in my 4 years of life. I've never requested something even if I know full well our family could afford it. Every toy, electronics, and even books was given without me asking.

"Can you find me a blastersmith that makes custom requests?" it needs to be done!

"Come again?"

The rebellion, no, fuck it, the galaxy could wait, there's something I must fix first!

……..

Bas Zuraiys

Leirra's request to find a blastersmith was odd and was unexpected to him but not unwelcome. For 4 years now Bas has watched his son growth and he hasn't ever requested anything from him. And for his first request to be related to blasters, it made him oddly proud as a parent, he doesn't know if that's normal for a child to be so interested in blaster at such an early age, his only backup knowledge of what interest a child is what his and his brothers are forced to be interested in, that is everything related to warfare, watching Leirra so interested however made him think it wasn't interest that was taught but coded into their DNA, which made distasteful implications that he don't want to think at such a happy occasions.

He doesn't know what to do at his son's request or even the motive of such a request, the only clues he has is the brief conversation before about his mislike about the blaster he held. Maybe he doesn't like the pattern, yes that's it, but just to make sure he asks his son.

"Is there something wrong with the rifle?" he asked, and was fastly responded with a nod from the little boy, putting up to his chin he think of a solution then smiled when he found one, pulling out his old clone pistol, he gave it to Leirra to try, maybe he likes more practical options rather than works of art, while the rifles have more built quality it isn't built for combat, regardless how skilled Birren is with arm production, there just some designs that are too old fashion, his son DNA may have picked what was wrong and quickly dislike the rifle pattern. "Here's my pistol, try it out at the range if you still think it doesn't suit you just tell me, ok?" Leirra was in trance holding the pistol like he had used it before, using drills that he had seen commandos and his Arc troopers brother had used often, he sometimes pushed a non-existent button at the side of the handle which was weird, but he'd just chalk it up to inexperience. Knowing that Leirra had listened to him even if he didn't tell Bas directly, Leirra left Bas to shoot the blaster at the range as Bas watched. He can't help but be proud of how he instinctively knows how to aim and shoot the blaster pistol.

"That boy is something isn't he? I'm the best shot at the tribe but even I wasn't able to shoot accurately at his age," his father-in-law approached him.

"That is true, father, the force has blessed me with a loving family, wealth, and a son I'm proud of. If only the Empire hadn't risen, than this life I have would be perfect," Bas knows full well that talking badly about the Empire would be bad for his family and everyone he knows but to His father-in-law he doesn't need to be careful and any stray trying to hear what they are saying wouldn't hear anything, too preoccupied with the event of today. "Father-in-law, it's odd that you want to tell me just about Leirra, is there any news in the noble council?"

"The Empire offered the council yesterday; they want us to acknowledge imperial rule officially, " Bas breath hitched, "They'll also put a census bureau weather we like it or not. Just yesterday I saw imperial protocol droids asking people for their identity and chain codes escorted by the new TK troopers, and anyone who did not have one was given with heavy fines, and was put into imperial list of potential rebels. "

The new TK-troopers, Bas has many opinions about them, non that will paint his brothers replacement with a good light, undisciplined, rigid, uncreative, with training that Bas could say factually inferior to what the clones' had endured, Clones cadet could beat them, and that's him being generous.

"Than thank the force that I've already made my chain code before they arrive. Took them long enough to administer the core worlds, then again 2 years is fast for a galactic government, so when will the temporary transitory bureau be replaced by proper imperial officials?" Honestly, while the rise of the empire has been bad for businesses with the rise in taxes, as long as Bas and his family keep a low profile and do not break imperial rule they'll be given peace, security, and a modicum amount of freedom in this new empire. They could reject imperial rule if they dare to fight the imperial response force but Bas doesn't think that Birren is stupid enough to do so. And by the way they handle bureaucracy it is much faster than what the republic had done in the past.

"Thank the force indeed," was all the answer Asad gave to Bas, which worried him; there's no way that Asad was not approving the Empire's demands.

"So when will they arrive father?" His Father-in-law's silence was not something he wanted to hear, well not not hear," You and the rest of the council agreed with them? Right?"

Asad only eyed the stretches of blaster range, of men and women, children to adults firing their blaster efficiently. There was a sense of responsibility he knew Asad had with the Hastun people, his people, the same people that had all but adopted him under their care even if he is an outsider. Asad is a very influential man in Birren, his guts about him not marrying a typical rich farmer daughter was spot on, instead Bas married to one of the most prestigious family in Birren with only the Akuna tribe and the Nawareh, being equal to the Zuraiys tribe, that essentially means Bas is marrying a crown princess in all but name, weird right Tasnime as a princess, if you told Bas his wife's true status, he would laugh to their face for making such a stupid joke.

The revelation of Tasnime's true status was certainly a surprise and no wonder Asad was angry at Bas when he irresponsibly made her pregnant. Looking back, Bas was extremely lucky that Asad likes him now and tolerates his existence. If Bas was in his position with Leirra being true to his name was actually a girl and Leirra was knocked out by some punk from nowhere, he'll kill them (4) the moment they met. Thank the force Leirra is a boy and not a girl, Bas could not handle the possibility of him seeing Leirra with another man in that scenario, it would break his heart with him crying and drinking alcohol for a week at minimum with Tasnime trying to console and laughing at him at the same time.

"Birren was colonized by the more militant members of the Alderanian nobility in the early founding of the republic," he starts, "before the sith wars before even the Alsakan conflicts (3). We may have never fought for a thousand years properly except in the clone wars, we still have a martial tradition, not like Eriadu of course or force forbid as extreme as Mandalore, but nonetheless, we're a proud warrior people. Warriors, Bas, warriors; the Hasthun will never bend the knee to the Empire especially after what they did to the jedi order," he said those last words with bitter hatred.

Birren's relationship with the Jedi order was one of the best in the galaxy, like Alderaan and her colonies, Birren viewed the ancient sect with great reverence, something Bas has only recently come to agree with, how could he be so blind after all this time, turns out all that bad news about the jedi order was probably false, once again Tasnime was right, it is extremely suspicious that an order that is known for its loyalty to the republic, just declared rebellion against the republic, no, for more than 25.000 years the jedi order was loyal and you're telling him they just turn traitor in a single night when their oh so "dear" emperor proclaimed the rise of a new Galactic Empire, yep, not suspicious at all. The common galaxy wouldn't know it, but the ARC trooper in Bas knows that this is basic coup d'etat t 101, only being practiced at a larger scale and far more impressive and expertly done. The mass genocide of a once proud religion triggered many grumbling of hatred toward the Empire in Birren, none has taken up arms yet which Bas is thankful for; only expression of discontent and not open rebellion like in Naboo; there were talk to join the plasma rich planet cause, only for those talk to be quickly silence as imperial respone was… traumatic.

While true there some like his neighbors that hated the jedi or not even think of them at all as saying a planet having a good relationship with jedi doesn't really represent the whole society, a large chunk of the population still holds great views about the Jedi on the past before the Empire rises; the numbers that supported the Jedi grow lesser and lesser, now after the Palpatine destroy the ancient order; the reverse has happened; the Jedi that was used to be described as snobbish monks uncaring toward the material world while sitting in a literal ivory tower as the enforcer of the corrupt old republic senate, now instead morph into something as a symbol of the old ways that was missed and being longed by the people that desired freedom from the Empire. Ironic, it took the downfall of the order that gave them their beliefs of the force for Birren to give the Jedi their trust back. Bas, her father, tribesman and fellow Hastun all guilty of doing the same as his neighbors, regret was all they felt when the Jedis were being discussed. Regret on how they could stoop so low.

Asad took a deep breath and closed his eyes then opened it filled with sorrowful regret as if he was about to say something he will despise. "You're the only one who knows how to fight as a soldier, Birren needs to be refreshed with the memories of modern fighting tactics." No matter how much pride Birren have with its heritage being a warrior people; their skill has gotten rusty, with even their blaster rifles being an old design as proof, frankly Birren is more of a society that expresses art with weaponry than a true warrior people. With most of their weaponry while having excellent build qualities are more closer to showpieces rather than weapons of war.

"You want me to train them?" Asad nodded, Bas could only guffaw, what his father in law suggested was a possible war! "You know why I'm here father, I won't…"

"You won't what?" Asad cut him from finishing his words, "protect your home? The same home that gives you a new life? A wife and a son that loves you? A people that would die for you!?" Asad could barely control the tone of his voice, prompting many to turn their heads at what we are possibly discussing, fortunately Asad managed to regain composure and rebuild his mask of indifference. "You're willing to forgo all of that Bas, for just a small momentary peace? I know why you fled, your brothers, I know that being born for war makes you despise yourself, and Bas, I'm not asking you to fight Bas, but just to train our people. They need help, more than ever; the Emperor has committed crimes that are unforgivable, I and like so many others will not let him control us!"

"Even if you don't want me to fight father, you are suggesting that we form a rebellion! And I don't think I need to tell you how this regime tolerated such cases, look at Naboo, look at Kamino, they've paid the price of openly fighting the empire." Bas gripped his knuckles, scared that his family would suffer the same fate. Theed was almost burned to ground; the queen captured and dead bodies was being shown to the holonet, Kamino after the destruction of Tipoca city rebelled against the empire resulting in the almost near completed genocide of his creator, while Bas hated the Kaminoans, he never want them suffer such a horrible fate.

"I'm not going to make a rebellion, a deterrent, to maintain Birren's autonomy. The empire would think twice before forcing their hand against us," Asad said with what Bas perceived as missguided surety. "With an army of trained Hashtuns, we will use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate how we would be under the Imperial fold, and with luck gained special autonomy. "

"That's the same thing for them, father, the clone, the judiciary, and SDF, and PDF has been taken control. The empire doesn't like a force that was formed that can stand up against them; they'll see Birren as a threat not something insignificant; the atrocities they've done while still under the gaze of the Imperial senate is already unheard of and surpassed any war crimes the republic and C. I. S did during the war. My home was destroyed, Naboo the bastion of the midrim had been sacked, If they can commit all of that crime against Kamino and Naboo what do you think they'll do to us? I prefer we don't end like the jedis and the rest of the outer rim. I'm not risking that same fate to Birren, to our tribe, to my family," Bas told Asad, to which his father-in-law only replied with a scoff. "We must accept their offer."

"You know that's not going to work, the Hashtun will not accept it. Our history of joining the republic and at their side in the clone war was already stretching our people's character and now you want to give them entire control to our people," Asad grumbled. "Even if I and the high noble councils agree; Rebellion from within our people will continue to be kindled and like a tide of flame a holy war will be formed with the Jedis as our martyrs."

"Who says we're going to accept their rule entirely?" Said Bas, surprising the oldman while flashing a grin.

"What do you mean?" The elder asked. "You just said that the empire declaration to us was a clear join or war, I don't think we would be able to wiggle out autonomy when even Kuat and even the ever stubborn Corellia was not afforded one, why would you think that the Empire would give us a favor to an unknown planet like us when so many tried and failed?" Asad crosses his arm waiting for Bas' answer.

"Father, we maybe not look like it but we are in the inner rim, human dominated, and have a history of loyalty to the core, no matter how strenuous: do you think they'll expense precious imperial resources to an already middle of nowhere Birren when the outer and mid rim is still in shambles and in defiance to the empire?" As Bas explained, a dawn of realization struck the oldman.

"No, they don't, at best they'll send security guards and bureaucrats to confirm our loyalty and the transition of imperial power. They'll assume that we are a standard inner world, with proclivity toward the empire because of how human dominated our society is; they'll be comfortable and let their guard down, and wouldn't think much of our planet, and If we are lucky our system."

"Exactly, for now we should lay low, not do anything, bide our time, grow our people, and maybe just maybe, after decades they'll ignore us as just another typical imperial farming settlement, add to that the imperial military needs food to feed its army and systems, we'll make credits out of this mess. And if by chance, force willing, a proper resistance forms to fight the Empire and is actively winning…" This time it was Asad that grinned and showed his teeth.

" We punch those white imperial bucketheads and take back our planet." Bas was a little bit disturbed when his father-in-law used a very common insult towards clones but chose to ignore it." But how will we prevent our own people not rise up and fight the Empire even if the nobles agree the common people will not, and sooner or later call for a holy war would be bellowed by someone."

"Then that means we must seek the help of the people that can bellow a holy war; the church of the force," mentioning the organization made Asad scowl. "I know that the noble council has a history of conflict with the church…"

"…centuries of conflict… " Asad cut off.

"Centuries of conflict, " Bas corrected himself, "But we need their help if we want to control our people and that means telling them of our plans. Father, are you listening to me?"

"Fine, " Asad grumbled, "They and the rest of the council wouldn't like it. "

"You don't need to like it, " corrected Bas, " just work together to not spill this secret. '' Honestly calling it a conflict is stretching the word, at best it's just a school fight between children that have the same interests and ideals but don't want to share it. Bas knows the two organizations secretly admire one another and this act of saying that they hate each other is ridiculous to him.

" Alright, you convinced me," he sighed, still not clearly liking Bas' idea, "not the other tribe elders in that front and certainly not the Church of the Force, you'll have to accompany me, as my son in law and with my only blood being my daughter you'll represent her in the council, you know how much she hates to attend those." Tasnime is easily bored the woman could probably kill him using a rifle from 4 kilometers away but for the life of her she can't stand still working with paperworks or formal meetings that are too boring to her, that doesn't she can't be graceful if she wanted to she could be the very picture of feminine nobility, she's just a bit of a tomboy.(5)

"I'll accompany you father. Don't worry about it." Bas smiled reassuringly, "Well profit from this, no matter the cost. "

"THIS GUN SUCKS!!!!" Leirra screams slamming his blaster that he had meticulously well maintained to the ground, prompting anyone that heard him giggled and tried their damn hardest not to laugh, Bas could only cover his face in embarrassment and look in horror at what Leirra had done to his pistol.

"The boy is odd isn't he," Asad poked Bas' side with his elbow.

"That he is, father. That he is. "

…..

Leirra Zuraiys

It's been a week since the day at the blaster range, weeks of tedious learning about what I presume is the standard galactic education noble children goes through, and holy it is hard, my engineering level of education doesn't even come close to whatever these children have to study when they're freaking 4-years -old, in just two years since Tasnime introduced me to my many and I mean many amount of teachers, my life has been hell! I shoulnt have scored high in that freaking test; they've must thought that I'm a genius or something, learning Aurabesh wasn't that hard as it's just the latin alphabet-sorry, I mean, High GalACtIC, with new symbols was easy to adapt with so I didn't have any problem with reading and that is the source of my problem; the moment Tasnime notice that I can read without being taught to, she must have decided something as in the very next day I was given a test and me scoring a high score was the source of my greatest vexes.

I went through basic arithmetic and science with relative ease and only history and social studies that I was somewhat lacking and every time they noticed that I improved they'll send new teachers that provide me with harder lessons which in turn made my life more a living hell!! At this rate they'll ship me to join more of the prestigious academy that would put me into the imperial spotlight too early for me to handle, thankfully Tasnime is rather protective and would possibly (will) maim you if you even suggest it to her face.

I tried to plead to Tasnime to reduce my education with irrelevant result, i want to talk to have me time for myself thank you very much, playing games, watching holovids, and designing my superior blaster that will teach these fools about the basic of gun designs (for humans of course), I really did try to convince her even by offering me to reduce my new found obsession to designing blaster which instead of me being berated at my time to study less, I was berated because I want to study less and and being so quick to offer of what I am passionate about, Tasnime doesn't like when I have to give up what I truly love it seems.

She's a really great mom and person, no matter how much I hate how she babies me like I was 4-years-old, she was correct to assume so but that doesn't mean I will like it, well maybe kinda like it. Bas told me the same thing and next it was his turn to say that a man must have discipline, yadda, yadda, yadda, your typical fatherly talk to their son. I know their mean well by using every resources at their disposal to give me a head start for me but do they have to be such helicopter parents about it; I'm pretty sure that the average star wars workforce (or even at my current age) wouldn't talk about philosophy, basic political theory, thermo ducking dynamics. Do they expect me to do something great or something? At some point you must realize no matter how smart your child is; there are limits to what knowledge you could give to them, like the bird and bees when you're at least 13-years-old.

I tried to forget my new duty as a noble and to focus on my other duties: looking proper to some imperial official. Draped in traditional Birren clothing which consist of long very overly complicated tunic and ceremonial headgear that resembles a turban and a sash that represents our clans, it's not just my family that is being present, the Akuna, Nawareh, and other Birrens noble family with representatives from the church of the force being also here to present in greeting the new imperial planetary governor. I could feel them being tense even without having the force as the usually actively chatting families when they are at a gathering of this scale was now trapped in silence not wanting to leave a bad impression to their basically new overlord.

"Leirra," Tasnime Called me, "Remember you're training. "

"Yes mother, " I said, slightly annoyed at being not trusted to not be childish, I'm a perfectly mature Texan man thank you very much.

"It's time, " Bas said looking at the reddish orange sky, all of the attendants did the same and exactly at that moment an imperial fleet which I guess consisted of one ISD 1, one victory class, and 2 Venator excited hyperspace.

I gulped seeing the admittedly intimidating sight and watches with amazement how fast those large metal beasts descended into the atmosphere, and the first thing I heard was the sound! It was so loud! The air was physically resisting the Imperial ship to enter as a shield being dragged by the air and an alarm that was heard even from kilometers upon kilometers upon kilometers up in the sky still somehow made my ear almost ringing. I know this is an intimidation tactic to remind and hammer into every mind in Birren that resisting the empire is futile, and damn if it isn't effective.

A lone shuttle was detached from the lone Imperial star destroyer and was quickly escorted by a mixture of V-wings and Tie fighters, seeing what was coming I instinctively fixed my dress with some others having the same idea. When the shuttle hovered above the landing pad that is just an over glorified field with durocrete to reinforce the landing near and the edge of Birren main capital, a gust of wind briefly blowed air toward them while gentle it almost undo all the fixing I've done to my dress, but I was quick enough to fix it before the main ramp of the shuttle opened.

A hiss escaped the lambda shuttle, with white light being turned on when the sky turned dark, Imperial TK troopers then stormtroopers was the first to exit forming a line at each side of the ramp while making a ceremonial gun salute, a man in proper imperial attire slowly descended from the ship with guards flanking his left and right, he stops a few feet in front of the ramp looking at all the surrounding and breathe the planet air as if satisfied with something he nodded and smiled.

I heard him say aloud, " Talie would love this place, " the middle aged man turned half his body to the lambda and motioned his arm as if ordering something or someone to follow, "Cmon girl it's already dark here. " the man simply said

"Who's Talie?" I question whomever that is listening which in that moment was the force and a girl a year older than me exited the ramp hand in hand with a woman that is clearly bellow the girl stationed with the was she is clothed, holding the child arm escorting her towards the man then bowed his head. The girl is scared, hiding behind the man as they walk towards the Birren reception contingent.

"Small crowd," he said with a smile and then laughed to himself.

I release a sigh of relief.

He's not an ass thank the force

……….

(1) Yes democracy officer this man right here! For liber-tea!!!

(2) DC-15A: 4.5 kg

E-11 carbine ( IT'S A FREAKING CARBINE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE LIGHTER!!!!) 4.5 kg.

A freaking AK 47 isn't that heavy! Heck they are more close to battle rifles!

(3) The Alsakan conflicts can be briefly summarized as a war between coruscant and Alsakan for the domination of the republic, with Corellia being Corellia just watches from the sideline eating popcorn while those ecumenopolis fools fight each other while they make money of his sisters dumb decision (yes my headcanon is that the relationship between the core world are like the balkans with Corellia just minding his own business and alderaan just follow along her more wealthy and powerful brother and sister not wanting to be in the crossroad of their fights, lol.

(4) Leirra is straight, he just has a feminine name and a face that is almost identical to his mother.

(5) What? You think Tasnime is a prim and proper girl? I don't know how to tell you this but having a child outside of wedlock in a society that is clearly very religious doesn't convey that soothing voice calming woman that is submissive, no on the contrary it makes you a freaking rebel. A real g, a tawp dawg who doesn't give a fawk. If Tasnime is in the real world she'll still follow her religion while listening to rock music and going to concerts with her female friends banging her head to bands like rage against the machine.