War Profiteer-SI Chapter 7: End of Arc 1, a star wars fanfic

Man; that was hard to write

Bode Akuna

Rain trickled on a white plastoid armor, Bode was trying to hide his nervousness while he stared down the Imperial Officer accompanied by a handful of stormtroopers, the man having a bored expression, his hand was still in the process of just about to knock again on the doors of Bode's house, then calmly let it down to fold it behind his back switching his expression to politeness and a sickening smile on his face and tired eyes indicating a lack of sleep. Stormtroopers behind him slightly moved their blaster rifles, readying if Bode was preparing to do anything foolish.

"What can I do for you, uhm?" he looked at the tab on his grey shirt, a useless attempt; he was unfamiliar with the Empire's new rank system. Bode tried his hardest to suppress his presence in the force, hoping no one was adept enough to know his true identity.

"Please Mr. Akuna could we do the introduction later when you let us inside? You see, I don't want to wet my uniform even if I have an umbrella, I have places to go after and please, have some sympathies for the men behind me." Told the officer, Bode looked behind again to see that the handful of stormtroopers was shaking from the cold. Wanting not to rouse suspicion and a mix of slight pity, Bode let them in. "Now Mr. Akuna, my name is Captain Adler, I'm here from military intelligence, and I want to ask you a few questions." Bode suppressed a sigh of relief hearing the agency that questioned him, at least he is not in trouble because his past has been revealed. "Knowing your association within the council that governs Birren…"

"Am I in trouble sir? Or is it one of my wife's family?" Bode said with a bewildered voice.

"Trouble? No–no, Mr. Akuna, you are not in trouble and no one that is family with you is in our interest, I can assure you that; I am a man of my word. No, the subject of my questioning is not you or your family but someone else. No need to worry." Bode let out a sigh of deep relief as the officer patted him on his shoulder repeatedly. "May I sit?" he pointed out the chair he bought for his house guests, made out of woven roots of some trees and cushioned with a red pillow.

"Yes, of course," Bode led him to sit at the chair with him following suit to sit, the chair and table were quite short so as not to be too formal with his guest. "Tayala!" he called at his wife who then answered it without a moment's notice, usually he would never scream at his wife to call her but he didn't trust his guess to be alone while he walked to find his wife. Tayala, annoyed by the rude way he called her, suddenly stopped at her track, frozen when she noticed their guess.

"Bode, who are these people?" his wife asked him with concern.

"It's alright. Could you give our guest some tea and the confectionery in the freezer?" He assured his wife.

"Please could you change my Tea to coffee? I'll have a long night today, and a caffeine boost would help," the officer requested. Lidya nodded at the request and left to prepare the food and drinks. Now for my first question, can you tell me everything about Bas of the Zuraiys?"

Leirra of The Zuraiys

I fight the urge to gulp as Captain Adler stares at me with a smile, I can only explain to him via PowerPoint or is it holopoint? Let's call it slides, on how I manage or the process of me coming to such an idea for designing my marksman rifle.

That's not all the interesting the report had written, the size of the order is truly massive, even by the standards of major arms companies on Earth, 100 thousand orders is a mountain that needs to be fulfilled; the French military, if I remembered correctly, ordered something about 100k plus orders of Hk416 for 11 years of time frame for H to give to them, and that's with H pre-existing infrastructure and manufacturing know-how. Imperial Intelligence, on the other hand, wants me to fulfill their 100k order in 2 years without any of those pre-existing infrastructure and manufacturing know-how except maybe some DIY handcraft in our sheds.

To say that we are doomed to not be able to fulfill the contract and might have to renegotiate the timeframe and further funding/investment is a great thing to bet on. The question is: can we afford to not meet the production quota? I don't know the specifications of what the sanction is if an individual had breached/failed to meet their duties in a contract within the Empire, so hiring a lawyer would probably be a good idea as a first step after we make… wait a minute…. Im rich as fuck even without this contract! Why should I wait until the income from the factory is liquidated?

Another note was written in my head.

"Why would you feel as if it was necessary to develop an overly complicated hunting rifle? This thing, ignoring the metalworking," I winced and held the urge to grumble the Captain's description, "this is a rifle that doesn't meet the specifications that can be considered a civilian blaster; the rifle is overqualified to be one. And must I add why did you make the rifle compatible with Plastoid armor piercing refined Tibanna gas??" you can't really hide the thick tibana holder and the overgassed Tibanna cooking chamber.

"Well, the galaxy is a big place, sir. Uhm, you don't know what you'll encounter out there." I looked away at my side when the agent retracted his head to the back, not believing my story at all. He sighed, rubbing his eyes, then muttered under his breath that he needed caff after this.

"OK, let's just ignore that talk, you're lucky that when you finished the weapon you immediately registered in the Bureau for Blasters and Drugs, making it trackable by imperial watch, if not, you'll be in jail right now. " I gulped hearing the reminder of my possible fate.

"Does that mean you'll… "

"Yes, that'll be a secret between us two, turns out some higher-ups want me demoted after the stunt I pulled picking you as a winner, if they get wind of what's happening on this planet, maker grant me strength, " the captain looks so… dejected, it didn't take long for captain Adler to find out that the "workshop" I made was not a workshop but more so whatever trash I could find to fit the image of one, I think maybe that's when he realized that he is in one hell of a ride in the pain train just because he was too excited to properly research the company he chooses as a winner. Kinda feels bad for him and the logistical officer lady; they've been swamped with paperwork to build an entire industry and their supply chains from the ground up via Dad's company as a smoke screen. But, hey, they're space Nazis who are bringing slaves to my planet don't feel bad for them. Oh, Force, the slaves.

"Leirra," he called for me.

"Yes, sir?" I replied. Pushing the matter of FUCKING slavery! On hold.

"This is both our secret. You help me, I help you, and Maker helps us to make it out of this nightmare alive!" He poked at my forehead multiple times. It stung a little bit, but I resisted the childish urge to pout.

Still rubbing the pain in my forehead I asked, "Why me? Why not make a pact with Dad or Gran… "

"Because you're the designer of the blaster, while I know your father and grandfather officially run the company; they are probably busy with their political fallout maintaining relationships with us, "I was about to speak up but he cut me in, "Yes, I know about the general populace sentiment about the empire, yet another thing to hide(1). So when that happens, who do you think would run the company on the physical side, huh?"

"Probably me and my teacher, " I replied, dejected with the reality that I've cornered myself into a governmental bureaucratic job. 'Oh force, I have to hire consultants to help me; what has my life turned into!! No! No! I don't want to be stuck in a desk job this early, I still want to live free for ten more years at least!!'(2).

"Exactly! And who do you think would be held responsible if they found out?!!" he followed with another question.

"Everyone that was directly involved in this scam," never thought that my first act of rebellion towards the empire in this form, always guessed that it would be in some sort of weapon smuggling operation. "I get it, Mr. Adler, I'll work with you. Wait, isn't this corruption on your part?" Hiding critical reports to cover your arse doesn't scream legal to me, and a man such as Mr. Adler, who manages to figure out the lies I've made with Dad and Grandpa so easily must've known the consequences of it.

"Corruption? Who's that, never heard of him or her before," he said those words while glaring at me with so much meaning and hidden conversation.

"'Don't know sir, it just suddenly popped into my mind. "

"Good." (3)

Force what have I dragged myself into

Asad of The Zuraiys

Alderaan, the jewel and heart of the galaxy.

Asad stares at the view of the verdant planet with reverence and envy, his ancestors were once one of its rulers but are now pushed aside to a backwater planet because of a petty power squabble, backing the wrong house was a death sentence even back then when Alderaan had a very different reputation than it's peaceful image. The house they backed had gone extinct, and the last of their descendants married off to his tribe, abandoning their name, no one knows the details of how it started; they only know the outcome, House Organa stood victorious and led his ancestors homeworld into the pinnacle of galactic civilization.

It takes a long time for that wound to heal, hundreds of years, a blip for galactic history, yes, but still a long time, Birren finally acknowledges the legitimacy of House Organa and joins her fold as one of her colonies. The weirdly militant and violent middle child but still family. Birren and her brothers and sisters had followed Alderaan's lead on almost every galactic matter even though they are not represented by them in the galactic senate; their loyalty was more tied to Alderaan than their local senator(4).

Alderaan is one world with a voice that has the same weight equal to thousands upon thousands of worlds. And all of this power is attained not by force like what Coruscant did to Alsakan, a power in the galaxy that is made without the making of any enemies, truly she is the jewel and heart of the galaxy.

His Grandson looks with awe at the planet below, and his wife answers every question Leirra might have about the history and relationship between Alderaan and their family. All three of them wear Alderaanian modern fashion rather than their traditional clothing so as not to draw attention at the party they are currently attending.

"Grandfather, is it true that you once punched an Alderaanian nobility?" Asad was taken back by that question. Looking at his wife, she looked away from him, holding a chuckle.

'Thank the force that no one is hearing that,' they now stand at a large balcony on top of the building that house Organa owned, basking in the famous Alderaanian nature. Thankfully, almost everyone is busy at the social gathering to marvel at her beauty. The loud music and sounds of chatter definitely help so no one can eavesdrop on his grandson's question. If not, that could be problematic if their host had friends who could hear his frankly wild past.

His mind wandered to that time when he was young, when he met his wife at Alderaan Academy for the nobility, oh yes he remembered vividly. "You should also ask your grandmother about the time she cried because of them. " his wife's eyes suddenly glared at him and Asad didn't smile or rub it to her face at the small victory, leaving his grandson to do just that.

He smiled slightly instead, looking at his grandson, who was an absolute devil to his grandmother. 'What a thing to defend, ' Asad stared back at the view.

Leirra, his daughter, and his wife Ithma, should never know the true purpose of why he is here, they must forever be oblivious and not know the dangerous game he and Bas are playing. If not to protect them from the harm that may come then to protect their pride from the shame. Imperial Intelligence; their employer, has started to sniff around Birren's nobility, and that includes his tribe. For the past year, they have planted the seed of rebellion in their planet in some fervor from perceived injustice the Empire has brought upon the galaxy; he and Bas—no, Bas has warned him not to do it, he had tried to steer him away from this path, now he sees that using the debt Bas has owed to his people was a mistake, his son-in-law only did it for the sense of duty to him and their family.

He gritted his teeth, 'if only I had listened; then maybe Birren's Nobility who had agreed to their plan to wait and rebel might not been endangered by a purge if those dogs find out about their plan, '

So he galloped to Alderaan to seek help, masquerading his true intention with the biannual event to find an Organa, the same house that had made his family banished all those tens of millennia ago, for their assistance, he would beg and kneel if he have to, forgoing his honor and ego for the safety of his people.

Spotting a browned-skinned senator wearing a blue cape surrounded with pepper that is the same as him wanting something from the man. Asad approached him, ithma noticing his move followed suit touching Leirra's shoulder; kicking the child's training on etiquette to high gear.

"Senator," he called to the man. The people that surrounded the senator noticed Asad and left the two of them, Asad could not miss the look of disgust they had for him. The senator however was not disturbed only giving Asad a diplomatic smile.

"Ah, hello Asad, how is Birren? Was the harvest prosperous this year?" Questioned Bail.

"As bountiful as always Senator Organa, as it will be for millennia to come, the grain shipment for Alderaan I believe will not be impeded, force willing." He replied.

" And so do our lesser colonies?" Asad internally approved, the Senator was more concerned about the less-developed Alderaanian colonies that received grain from Birren and funding from Alderaan to stand on their own feet.

"The mid-rim had stabilized for years, with pirates being limited to the outer rim. I and the council expect for it to continue like before the war, I believe this year."

The Senator nodded before face-palming as if he was forgetting something, "Oh silly me that must've seemed rude, I welcome you also Lady Ithma, and…?"

Asad tapped the side of Leirra's feet, the boy blinked for a few seconds before introducing himself, "Leirra of the Zuraiys, Senator, it's an honor to meet a man of your caliber. " Asad noted that Leirra bowed more deeply than what is required, he seemed nervous seeing the Senator. Recognition and admiration perhaps? Leirra had just started training in the Political world as Tasnime's heir, the senator's name was probably referenced many times in his lesson.

"Well then, Mr. Asad, my wife is calling to me, " he gestured toward the queen of Alderaan, and his daughter waved toward the senator. It seemed that Bail Organa, with his easygoing smile, harbored the same feelings with the people who left them both to chat.

"Yes, I won't hold you senator but can we have a secluded talk after this, it's about the recent development in my Planet, the factory. "

At the mention of one of the projects Imperial Intelligence piqued the senator's interest, "As I recalled Imperial Intelligence had poured considerable amounts of resources to this factory. Very considerable-–all of that given to your planet," the underlying tone of Birren insignificance was not missed on him, "how severe?"

"Severe enough for me willingly to kneel," Bail Organa just nodded, signaling something to his wife that made her nod in understanding.

"Follow me, " he ordered Asad, Asad told his wife and Leirra to stay, not alone at the party as the queen and her daughter, as if they had been coordinating with Bail, moved in to talk to Asad's family. All of that done without arousing suspicion, he can't help but admire Alderaan's royal family's political acumen.

Asad followed Bail into a secluded room with nothing but the bare necessities to greet a guess; there was many Jedi memorabilia, the flag of the old republic, and its many desecrated artifacts that were semi-burned or destroyed, stored inside a glass casing. Why the Senator had them was not hard to discern.

"Tell me, what is truly happening in Birren, Lord Asad? " Bail asked. "Your family has stirred controversy within the Alderaanian colonial network, you have seen that yourself today at the party didn't you?"

"Yes, I noticed; they're not being subtle about their disapproval of me supplying arms to the Empire," he only thought that the political fallout of becoming an arms contractor would be only limited inside Birren but that was wrong, even now the planet that adheres to Alderaan's pacifism have limited their order from any grain from the Zuraiys tribe in favor of other. Misstep after misstep and thus the consequences of his hasty action."I won't beat around the bush senator; Imperial Intelligence is planning to use slaves in their factory; they have also investigated every noble family in Birren to be potentially purged. "

"S-slaves?" Bail stumbled back a bit. Asad just nodded. This close to the core world, how brazen are they!" Asad could see the senator's arm clenched in anger. "When will they arrive? "

"Tomorrow standard Corrusanti time," Bas informed the pale-faced senator.

"knots are tightening with all blind to see," Asad heard Bail mumbled. "How about Birren's nobility Asad? You mentioned purging.

"Yes, senator, in the past year before this arms contract, we were planning to rebel against the Empire but my son-in-law has advised me against doing so until a stronger galaxy-wide rebellion presents itself. I followed his advice and for the past few years my son and I with Birren's nobility had conspired to… "

"Prepare for the inevitable rebellion," Bail Organa, the unflinching lion of the galaxy, looked away, saddened by something.

"Senator, I, my people, my family need help," Asad kneeled before the senator was quickly told to get up almost as fast.

"I'm sorry, Asad. I could not help you," the senator said, making Asad widen his eyes in disbelief.

"But you're Bail Organa! Senator of Alderaan! Your voice almost carries the same weight as the Emperor himself! How could you say that you could not do anything? The Senate will listen to you! "

"The Senate is no more! Its dignity was robbed! It's power taken away like children! Tens of Millennia of foundations burned in a single decade! I can not do Anything Asad of The Zuraiiys!! It matters not how many committees I formed for this galaxy when the emperor has the final say!"

1. Hey, I said they are competent, however what they channel their competency into is flexible.

2. Birb, he turns into birb.

3. We're scamming the government with this one!!!!! Rahhhhhhh. I'm so proud of Leirra. In less than one week, he had already scammed the government, as any proper military-industrial complex does!

4ANALOGY, Coruscant: Berlin. Alderaan: Munich or Switzerland. Birren: Bavaria, Texas' countryside, and Afghanistan, specifically the Pasto region. Corellia: Urban Texas mixed with Pennsylvania and a bit of Frankfurt or just Chicago, no wait, Corellia is Detroit

"If you cannot fight for us? Who should we turn to?" Those simple words shocked the senator. He looked away from Asad and took a deep breath.

"I will do what I can to prevent the purge but for the slaves, " Bail's face was unreadable, "There's nothing I can do." Asad just nodded dimly, he bowed toward the senator much to Bail's ire, and when he was about to leave. "And Asad when the time is right will you help me?"

Noticing what word the senator was fixating Asad understood immediately, Bail Organa is his leader, at this point and until this bloated empire is destroyed. "I swear it senator, with my ancestors' name, my sons and family, all of my tribe shall follow you. " (5)

TIMESKIP NEXT CHAPTER

1. Hey, I said they are competent, however what they channel their competency into is flexible.

2. Birb, he turns into birb.

3. We're scamming the government with this one!!!!! Rahhhhhhh. I'm so proud of Leirra. In less than one week, he had already scammed the government, as any proper military-industrial complex does!

4. ANALOGY, Coruscant: Berlin. Alderaan: Munich or Switzerland. Birren: Bavaria, Texas' countryside, and Afghanistan, specifically the Pasto region. Corellia: Urban Texas mixed with Pennsylvania and a bit of Frankfurt or just Chicago, no wait, Corellia is Detroit

5. Welp, there's your line of communications with the future rebellion Leirra.