Hello, this is my new project.
A crossover between Star Wars (Legend) and Fate, more exactly with the Servant Universe.
As always, this is a text written by an unpaid amateur who does not claim ownership of Star Wars (I am not a mouse) and even less Fate license. This fanfiction is a text written by a fan for fans. I would ask you to remember this in the comments. I have no claim to know every tiny bit of information in the entire Legend Universe.
After the Battle of Yavin, the Rebel Alliance is hunted everywhere. The ISB has just learned vital information, a datacard detailing the Coreworld's rebel networks is on its way to the secret Alliance HQ... this was an opportunity to behead the entire Rebel Alliance.
In a Parallel World, Space Ishtar has just begun a Great Ritual that will give her the power to dominate the Shinning Blue Galaxy... what could go wrong?
Prologue
0 ABY, a few weeks after the destruction of the Death Star
Coruscant was a sprawling city the size of a planet, it was covered with skyscrapers from the northern to the southern polar caps. Apart from the mountain tops and the oceans, the natural landscape had disappeared under transpasteel, and ferroconcrete. The ground was invisible, far below the silhouettes of the buildings as high as mountains. Moreover, the inhabitants were strictly distributed according to their wealth and influence.
The top of the skyscrapers was inhabited by elites who enjoyed the sunlight and stunning views of the city... the poorest lived in concrete canyons where the police never patrolled and where gangs made the law.
Near the Manarai Mountains was the Imperial City.
This part of Coruscant deserved the name of city as it covered an area equal to many planetary capitals. But, on the scale of the city-planet, it was a mere neighborhood. Here the buildings were even bigger, even more massive, and even more splendid. The former Senate... now a simple historical monument visited by tourists since the dissolution of the Imperial Senate, and the Jedi Temple... pardon the palace of his majesty the Emperor... were in the Imperial City.
It was also where the ISB had established its headquarters.
The huge cylindrical tower looked like aluminum and reflected the sun like a mirror. The skyscraper had surprisingly few windows. The façade, which has practically no opening, was distinctive for its rigorous line.
The interior resembled the exterior, with brightly lit corridors, and minimalist furnishings.
To summarize very quickly the role of the Imperial Security Bureau, it was an intelligence agency ideologically 'pure' entirely made up of exalted followers indoctrinated from adolescence by the SAGroup and totally devoted to Palpatine. Their task was to search for traitors everywhere, to keep a file on those who had befriended traitors, and even those who had listened to treacherous ideas... and even who had shown sympathy towards those who had sympathized with those who had listened to treacherous speeches
According to the members of the Ubiqorate (the secret services of the army), it was above all a bunch of fanatical amateurs who did more harm than good... besides in a document addressed to the Grand Moffs and the Emperor, the Ubiqorate explained (with supporting evidence) that not only was the ISB ineffective, but worse, 50% of the revolts recorded so far had been provoked by the abuse of the ISB agents.
But the Emperor did not even deign to answer...
It is true that the primary purpose of the ISB was not really to pursue the traitors but to provide an intelligence service totally devoted to his person... unlike the Ubiqorate who served the Emperor only because he was the head of the state... just as they had served the Chancellors of the Republic before him.
In a corridor of the headquarters of the ISB, walked a tall man dressed in a black dress. Bald and of an ascetic thinness, he had feverish eyes.
This man, this Dark Jedi, was only known under the code name of Lord Blackhole, he had been placed at the head of the ISB by the Emperor himself after director Armand Isard was convicted and executed for 'betraying' Emperor Palpatine by 'helping' the Rebellion to steal the Death Star blueprints... in fact, a machination of his daughter Ysanne Isard to eliminate her own father.
Two armed men followed the Dark Jedi. They were dressed in white armor much like the Stormtroopers, except that they did not have helmets and the arms and legs were covered with black padded armor.
They were CompForce Troopers, a troop considered an 'elite' of the regular army... at least in front of the holovision cameras. Actually, they were just another bunch of indoctrinated fanatics...
Totally ineffective in purely military missions, they were relegated to security posts or political officers. Sometimes, a political official called on them when he felt like hunting flies with a bazooka.
The trio crossed a hall with multiple repulsorlifts tubes, crossed agents of the ISB, patrols of CompForce Troupers, Mouses Droids, RA-7 Protocols Droids, and all respectfully departed. Then Blackhole went through a blast door that he opened with a rank cylinder and entered an empty octagonal room apart from an armored counter. Behind it, there was a warder dressed in gray with a blasthelmet, at the waist he had a stunbaton and the hoster of a blaster gun.
The man stood at attention.
"Mr. Director, welcome to Prison Block B-254."
Without even looking at the warder, Blackhole replied with a sinister voice, threatening, and evil.
"Take me to the cell of prisoner Gadurous Epheris."
"At your command, sir."
The guard entered the third corridor. He was going to open the door but a sphere-shaped interrogator droid came out of the cell. Through the open door, Blackhole saw an officer of the ISB as well as another warder, the torso naked and shining with sweat. The latter forced a green-skinned alien to straighten up. He was a humanoid whose 'hair' was short tentacles. His body was marked with bruises and electric burns, he had also received injections of truth serum.
"Did the prisoner speak," Blackhole asked.
The officer turned, surprised to see the head of the ISB coming to the news.
"Yes, sir. His confession is on this datacard."
He held out a datablock to the Dark Jedi.
"All right. Keep the prisoner alive, we might need him... put this... thing... in a bacta tank. You are personally responsible for his survival."
"Yes sir. At your command sir."
Blackhole left the room talking to oneself in a paranoid tone and laughing all alone.
Sate Pestage was a grey-skinned old man. Skinny, even emaciated, he was tall but was hunched over. His nose was aquiline, his cheeks caved, and his face wrinkled, worn by a life of depravity. The most impressive was his eyes, the pupils were so tiny that he appeared, at first sight, to be blind. Pestage was dressed in a long purple dress with wide epaulets, a headwear with long flaps hiding his bald head and ears.
The man stood before the large window of what had been - formerly- the office of the Chancellor of the Republic. The room had not changed since this era, oval, red, with a large desk.
In one of the chairs, Blackhole finished his report.
"... this is an unexpected opportunity, Grand Vizier. We can behead all rebel networks in the Core in one fell swoop."
The Grand Vizier Sate Pestage turned away from the spectacle of airspeeder traffic over the Imperial City and returned to sit in his chair.
"It is indeed an unexpected stroke of luck."
Pestage could not completely hide his disdain... Indeed, only luck had allowed such a capture. The ISB agents were good-for-nothing just capable of writing a report of betrayal when an employee was shouting "Everything is drifting apart in the Empire" because the tapcafe machine was down. There was a mathematical - small but real - chance that an agent would stumble upon a Rebel. Multiply that by a hundred million stupid agents and you have almost a real intelligence service. Almost. (1)
Blackhole did not seem to notice the mockery. He continued to speak.
"The Rebels have made a mistake that we must take advantage of. The datacard containing this information must absolutely be captured."
"Indeed, and where is this datacard?"
"Hidden in a falcon amulet. The amulet is a replica of a Mandalorian art object that is part of a shipment of authentic Mandalorian art objects that was loaded into an 'independent' cargo ship heading toward Eliad, in the Minos cluster. Nevertheless, the cargo ship will leave hyperspace in an uninhabited system not far from the Hydian Spacelane, in the Sullust Sector. General Tollon of the Rebellion is instructed to take delivery of the Mandalorian Falcon and bring it to the Rebellion HQ. If we put a mousetrap on the spot, we can capture the datacard AND General Tollon. But we must act quickly!"
Pestage nodded.
"You are absolutely right. Time is against us and we may miss this opportunity if we don't react very quickly. You did a good job, Cronal..." said the Grand Vizier using the real name of Lord Blackhole. "... I'll handle the rest. The Imperial Fleet must have a ship in this area."
Far from Coruscant, in the Sullust Sector
Vocis Kenit, captain of the Nebulon-B frigate Far Orbit had knelt before the holopod. The pale, translucent silhouette of Sate Pestage's hologram looked at him with an evil smile. The Imperial officer's throat was dry and an icy chill descended down his neck. His feeling was divided between apprehension and excitement. If the Emperor ruled the galaxy, His Majesty rarely intervened in the daily life of his Empire. In practice, it was the Moffs, the Great Moffs, and - above them- the Grand Vizier who ruled the galaxy. Nevertheless, it was quite unusual for Pestage to directly call the captain of a mere frigate! It was an honor... but also a double-edged sword...
"My Lord, what can I do to please the Empire?"
"You are going to capture a Barloz-class freighter called Jumper belonging to Captain Cilgriss Corvell. We are not interested in the crew. But you have to get a medallion representing a hawk. Don't take any risks and grab the whole cargo ship...intact!"
"Anything you say, my lord. May I ask what motivates the importance of this medallion?"
Pestage hesitated for a brief moment. Then he thought that the truth could further motivate Captain Kenit.
"The Rebels made a serious mistake. Probably because it was necessary to coordinate the actions of all their networks in the Coreworlds, the Rebels decided to send a complete list of their members and organizations to their secret headquarters. And this datacard is hidden in the Mandalorian Falcon."
Pestage quickly summarized the mission, before giving his final instructions
"... You must return the Mandalorian Falcon to the Imperial Center and capture General Tollon."
Kenit nervously licked his lips.
"Excuse me, my lord. But I only have the Far Orbit under my command. An escort frigate. I live only to serve the Empire, and of course, I will do everything humanly possible to fulfill this dual mission. But... if Tollon's ship and the Jumper go in different directions, I could only follow one of them."
Pestage nodded, understanding the dilemma.
"I have warned the sector fleet, but no ship is close enough to arrive on time, apart from the Far Orbit."
A proverb says "Half a loaf is better than no bread."
"Captain Kenit, your priority is the Mandalorian Falcon. The capture of Tollon would be a bonus... a bonus that would earn you my goodwill."
Kenit shudders. The Grand Vizier's goodwill was a guarantee of quick promotion, he would probably be appointed in the Coreworld to an important position and would no longer have to patrol space systems inhabited by sub-beings or track down shabby pirates.
"I understand, my lord. My crew and I will do everything to justify your trust."
"You'd better, Captain Vocis Kenit, you'd better..."
The captain of the Far Orbit shivered as he felt the threat in Pastage's voice and swallowed bitter saliva... understanding well that in case of failure, he would be lucky if he were simply demoted.
As he had understood by receiving this transmission from the Imperial Center (Coruscant), he had been selected for a crucial mission and it was a double-edged sword.
Uninhabited planetary system NDH 23466, 35 light-years from Sullust
The pirate prince Shiraz was a colossus with black hair knotted in a long braid. A long and fine handlebar mustache surrounded his mouth, making him look cruel. Several scars on his face complemented his frightening appearance.
Even sitting in his command chair on the bridge of the Shadow Dagger, his flagship, he wore his beskar'gam (Mandalorian armor) he was a true Mando'ade descended from twenty generations of tough and honorable warriors.
He turned to one of the consoles and apostrophized the pretty redhead dressed in an artistically lacerated black jumpsuit. She was in her late teens, surprisingly beautiful (in a vulgar manner). But the redhead was a tall, muscular, woman with a scar on her left cheek.
"Galiria, have you finished cataloging the cargo of art found aboard the Jumper?"
The redhead nodded.
"Yes. Infochants (2) didn't scam us, it's the jackpot: a fortune in Mandalorian art!"
Shiraz laughs loudly
"Well, it's not even piracy anymore... what right did aruetii (outsiders) have to sell Mandalorian artifacts?! Maybe I am a great liberator!?
Several of the aliens on the bridge laughed. Shiraz was an honorable pirate who followed the charter of pirates, he never killed the merchants who surrendered, never destroyed something for the sheer pleasure of destruction, and was not unnecessarily cruel. Nevertheless, he was motivated solely by greed.
"Sure, you're a holovision space pirate, defender of the widow and the orphan. Maybe you'll join the Rebellion as a privateer after that," laughed Galiria.
A voice suddenly rose in the intercom.
"What do I do with the crew?"
It was Baron Brock, the leader of the Boarding Party.
"Oh... as usual, lock them in an escape pod. We'll release them when we've transferred the loot on board."
Hearing a frantic beep, Galiria turned to her console and...
"A Nebulon-B frigate has emerged from hyperspace!"
On board the Far Orbit, Kenit walked to the Sensor post.
"So what do you distinguish?"
"The first ship is a Barloz-class cargo ship, sir. Based on the telemetry readings and the dispersive radiation from her thrusters, it is the Jumper."
Kenit looked at the second echo colored orange (indeterminate, presumed hostile).
"What can you tell me about the second ship?"
The sensor officer was relaying information from the detection department. He quickly asked for new information through the comlink of his helmet. In response, a holographic screen appeared.
Kenit frowned as he recognized a starship belonging to the Imperial Fleet.
"An ICC (3)? A Customs ship? I thought we were the only Imperial ship that could reach this planetary system in time for interception. '
Dhas Vedij, Far Orbit's first officer, approached the captain.
"Sir, it's possible she's a pirate. ICC plans were stolen and copied by Starforge's pirate shipyards."
It was a logical choice. Well-armed for her small tonnage, the ICC was a ship with a good propulsion/ mass ratio that allowed her to catch the fastest smugglers. In addition, the Customs Corvette had a significant hold capacity for seized illegal goods. In the shape of a two-pronged fork, the ICC had a boarding airlock between the two teeth just under the bridge turret, which allowed for immobilizing a small freighter during an inspection/ boarding. However, although they were on opposite sides of the law, the pirates had exactly the same needs as the customs officers.
Even though Kenit didn't ask for anything, the sensor officer turned to him.
"Based on an analysis of sensor recordings from several cargo ships boarded by pirates in this sector, there is a 70% probability that this Light Corvette is the Shadow Dagger, the ship of pirate Prince Shiraz."
"Good work! Com? Hail the pirate...
"... if you do not immediately heave and allow an inspection team to board, we will be forced to open fire."
The Nebulon-B frigate fired. The green energy projectile passed about ten kilometers ahead of the Shadow Dagger... simple warning shot.
Galiria typed with dexterity on her keyboard.
"Shiraz, the frigate is dropping TIE fighters."
The pirate prince opened a communication with the Jumper.
"Brock, I'm releasing the freighter. We will flee by accelerating at maximum speed and on different vectors."
"I understand. A rancor can only chase one bantha at a time."
"This is the idea..."
"..."
"Good luck, old pal, see you at Shaft 1"
Brock said nothing. He was not stupid. The Jumper was a decrepit old Republic's era freighter, weakly armed and with weak shields. He had no chance to outrun the TIE fighters or survive the encounter.
Meanwhile, in another universe...
The Servant Universe also known as Shinning Blue Galaxy or Sapphire Galaxy was... a weird universe only populated by Servants. The ordinary laws of physics were upset by the existence of multiple strange particles. Besides the whole Servant Universe had been 'upgraded' by the Third Magic, millions of years ago, and the result was...
—how can I put it?
Space was not black, it was a whirlwind of bluish light, a stream of energy where stars whirled and mixed with planets and asteroid fields. The whole galaxy seemed to dance.
Some planets were surrounded by rings that could not be natural or were adorned with multiple flags (!). Others served as a point of orientation since someone (who?) had planted poles on these planets with signs indicating various destinations. Elsewhere, huge fairy-tale castles were placed on planets... I mean castles covered the northern continent... unless these planets are very small and the castles are of normal size... The laws of perspective were among the rules that had completely disappeared. It was impossible to say whether something was big or small, far or near...
Yes, this universe was an absolute casserole of nonsense... as if a child's drawing had become real.
On one of the planets, Space Ishtar was inspecting one last time the magic circle she had just drawn.
This version of Ishtar looked like... Rin Tohsaka. That is to say, she had the appearance of a lovely Japanese teenager styled in two twintails tied by ribbons. However, her eyes were red and several locks of her hair (normally black) were replaced by red ones. In addition, she looked significantly younger than the Master of the Fifth Grail War... In fact, Space Ishtar hardly looked more than fourteen.
The biggest difference was her clothing. Space Ishtar was dressed in an almost blinding yellow Cowgirl outfit, with short sports pants, a sleeveless bolero open on the front worn over a chest band of blue fabric with fringes, and high boots with lapels laced on the front.
A wide brown leather belt with two rows of nails fastened to her hip supported the holster of a pistol and a katana.
Ishtar rubbed her chin.
"Perfect. But that's normal since I drew the circle. Plus I've collected all the resources I need so... it's time."
The goddess of space entered the circle and stopped in its center. Immediately, she began to recite an incantation while holding out her hand in a compelling gesture.
The Galactic Police once defeated Ashtart Origin. But in a world where the concept of death did not exist, it did not lead to the destruction of the goddess. Simply she had ceased to exist... for a time... and when she reappeared; the goddess was split in two. Two newborns.
Each of these little girls was a Cerebral Corpus filled with part of the consciousness and powers of Ashtart Origin.
Of course, this event was planned and anticipated. The inhabitants of the Servant Universe knew that one of the Cerebral Corpus embodied the evil part of Ashtart, while the other embodied the good part...
Two rival organizations planned to capture these little girls and raise them. Of course one of these organizations was made of Good Guys eager to spread the Good until the universe becomes all pink with lots of cute angels who play the harp. And the other was made of Bad Guys who wanted to conquer the universe, dominate it, and play Heavy Metal.
Not a very original plot, is it?
And of course, each of these organizations grabbed one of these children and was able to raise her as they had planned... except that they realized after a few years that they had made a 'slight' mistake. Er... in the confusion, the Good Guy had taken the wicked Ishtar... and the Villains had taken the gentle Ishtar!
And that was absolutely not on the agenda...
The Space Ishtar that had just entered the magic circle was an Avenger-class Servant, her alignment was Lawful Evil... and of course, as the evil incarnation of Ashtart Origin, she wanted to restore her power and reign over the cosmos as the supreme deity of evil. [Insert here evil laugh].
Except that...
Space Ishtar jolted. She relives a moment of her childhood. She was walking home from school in her adorable schoolgirl outfit, holding her schoolbag in one hand and holding with the other the hand of her adoptive father, Tokiomi Tohsaka.
"No matter what people say about you, Rin," said the Master, while smiling" I have raised you since birth. I believe in you. I'm sure one day you'll save the galaxy."
Space Ishtar stopped in the middle of the incantation to vehemently rub her temples, flipping her head back.
"What am I doing now?"
Suddenly, Ishtar was full of doubts. Was that really what she had to do? Okay, she was bad and humans had to fear her... but she didn't really want to become an evil goddess ruling the universe... and besides... besides... her dad wouldn't be happy.
Yes, raising an evil goddess by giving her a lot of love and a strong moral compass could change many things in her behavior.
Oh, while I'm thinking about it, have you ever heard that it was not advisable to stop a Formalcraft ritual in progress?
Do you know why?
If the Magus loses control of the ritual, the energy disperses... and often quite violently.
And there Space Ishtar stopped a ritual that was supposed to give her all the powers of Ashtart Origin. In addition, she was surrounded by powerful catalysts that amplified her Magecraft...
The result?
Boom!
...
And not a small boom, but rather the kind of detonation that instantly transforms a planetary system into a supernova that devours the nearest suns and vaporizes all the planets...
Whatever the universe, all versions of Rin Tohsaka had a sort of curse, a 'gift' that made them fail on a detail point at a crucial moment and sabotage their own efforts.
But until then, no version of Rin had so dramatically failed.
Actually, the consequences of her failure would affect more than one universe.
Back to the Star Wars galaxy.
The Jumper was accelerating as much as she could.
In the cockpit, Brock turned to an alien, humanoid but with a salamander head and a body covered with scales.
"Where are our pursuers?"
"What do you think? They're catching up to us!"
The frigate Far Orbit and the 12 TIE fighters pursued the freighter... The Imperials concentrated all their efforts on them. They didn't even seem interested in the Shadow Dagger. The pirate corvette was accelerating and would soon be able to jump into Lightspeed.
Brock was thinking feverishly. What could he do to outrun a Nebulon-B frigate?
"Eject the Escape Pod!"
"What?"
"Do it! Eject the Escape Pod with the prisoners. Maybe the Imperials will slow down to save them!"
The Alien had a gesture that would have corresponded to a human's shrug... the Imperials would abandon civilians without remorse. They were Imperials, after all. But he obeyed anyway. There was a shock and they saw the tiny ship go away. Except... the TIE passed near the Escape Pod without slowing down.
"Up for no reason" mocked the alien.
Brock was a colossus wearing full combat armor that even hid his face. Everyone saw him as a brainless brute, a mere henchman. But he could be cunning. He was also a man of his word and a faithful friend. He didn't protest when Shiraz sacrificed him because it could save the rest of the crew. But Brok was determined to die gloriously... he refused to return to Kessel. He had narrowly escaped a crystal spider. The idea of dying slowly, devoured by a crystal arthropod, horrified him. Rather end up in an explosion than return to the prison planet.
"Let's turn now, we..."
Just then, the universe seemed to convulse. Shaken in all directions, Baron Brock saw the cockpit lights go out. Even the controls of his armor were no longer shining... Yet it was not darkness... a dazzling green light forced him to close his eyes.
When he recovered from the glare, he saw that the universe had returned to normal. Except that...
"The thrusters and auxiliary systems received an inexplicable surge of energy..." announced the co-pilot." Everything works at 400% of the nominal values!"
Pirates were not the type to ask themselves vast philosophical questions in the middle of a battle.
"Accelerate at full power," Brock replied.
It was a miracle, something the pirate didn't understand, but he was not in a position where he could refuse that kind of inexplicable help.
The strangely boosted thrusters began to spit ion jets and the old freighter accelerated in a fantastic way.
On the Far Orbit's bridge, the crew suddenly saw space tear like a sheet of paper. For a brief moment, they distinguished a chaotic universe with absurd planets, a galaxy wrapped in blue energy. Then an energy storm arose from the breach and enveloped the frigate, all the electronic systems went out simultaneously!
A green flash came out of a wall and bounced inside the bridge as a cry of pain sounded...a scream that seemed to come out of the throat of a fourteen-year-old girl!
The lightning bounced on a dividing wall, avoiding a crewman frozen in terror by changing direction at the last second then disappeared by hitting another partition.
While Captain Vocis Kenit, still curled up on the ground, was trembling with terror, the mate of the Far Orbit remained standing. Dhas Vedij ran forward and operated different buttons on the main console, restarting manually the frigate's vital systems.
Through the prow canopy, Vedij saw the green lightning coming out of the ship and maneuvering - like a piloted machine - to enter the Escape Pod that the Jumper had abandoned in her escape.
The strange tear leading to the Servant Universe had disappeared and the space had returned to normal. Kenit had finally gotten back on his feet. He cast furious glances all around him and seemed to challenge the hands to mention his cowardice.
The captain pointed to the fleeing freighter while shouting.
"Go after her!"
"The thrusters have just restarted, sir. It will take us several minutes to accelerate again to maximum power..."
Kenit clenched his fists and turned to the bow screen, just in time to see the Jumper disappear.
"Calculate the freighter's hyperspace route, and have the TIE immediately return to the ship. We'll jump as soon as they're on board."
The Escape Pod had been hit hard by the wave of energy. It was a spacecraft much more fragile than a warship... the result had been... deadly. Captain Cilgriss Corvell (a Corellian smuggler) died instantly. So did his co-pilot and wife Muroda Corvell (An Ammuud... of humans resembling Earth Asians). Only their 14-year-old daughter, Corianna Corvell... a half-breed resembling her mother, but with her father's blue eyes, was still alive... But for how long? The Escape Pod's life support systems were down and the little girl was in a coma.
Suddenly, a green flash came out of a wall and bounced two or three times before entering Corianna's body. For a few seconds, a luminous aura enveloped the girl then...
She lay still in the same position, on the metal floor, but her clothes had changed. She was now dressed in a yellow Cowgirl outfit, her hair now strewn with red threads was divided in two pigtails and she had the sheath of a katana and the holster of a pistol at the waist.
Author's note: I think Space Ishtar did not miss her debut! Tremble Good Guys and Bad Guys alike, an adorable and unbearable goddess has just arrived, and she will trample upon the synopsis of the saga. Stars War galaxy will never be the same.
Space Ishtar (voiceover): "Of course, Stars War will be improved, now that I'm here."
Celian (nervously biting his lips): "Uh... yes... let's say it like that."
Questions and Answers.
Why a Crossover between Stars War (Legend) and Fate (Servant Universe)? The Servant Universe is a parody of Stars War (and also Star Trek) so it seemed like a good idea.
Why Space Ishtar? Because she is adorable cute, adorably unbearable... Do I need an additional reason?
Will this story focus on XXX or YYYY or any other Star Wars character? At some point all the key characters of the Galactic Civil War era will cross the path of Space Ishtar, Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, and even Palpatine. But the main character is Space Ishtar.
Will this story feature other characters from Fate? No.
What kind of story will be told in the Far Orbit Project? Well, it's all in the title! If some of you have played the old Star Wars RPG (D6 system) they should know that 'Far Orbit Project' is an official West End Game campaign for 'Pirates and Privateers'. Unlike the Star Wars classic setting which allows playing Rebels, 'Pirates and Privateer' allows to play... Space Pirates. So it's a story that will be centered on Space Pirates...
What happened to Space Ishtar at the end of the prologue? I'm not going to talk here about the 'inside' explanation. To summarize: something went very very wrong... but you probably already understood this before I pointed out the obvious. My question is rather:" Why did the author decide to incarnate Space Ishtar in the body of a little girl?" Well... I did this to weaken her. Otherwise, the synopsis of Chapter 2 will be "Space Ishtar uses her Noble Phantasm and destroys the entire Imperial Fleet in one attack while yawning and sipping a cocktail sitting on the throne of the Emperor, her feet resting on the smoking armor of Darth Vader. End of the story."
I know that there is a trend consisting of taking a powerful character who was nearly unstoppable in his original License and sending him to another universe where people are less powerful. Then tell, chapter after chapter, how the 'hero' will crush all the characters of the other franchise while only using one finger, before the author goes into rapture about the 'hero' strength, wisdom, and omnipotence and explains how weak everyone is compared to him. But... I hate this kind of panegyric. One does not glorify someone (even some imaginary character) by belittling everyone around him. I'm not going to ridicule Star Wars characters to please people who love Fate (or vice versa). Space Ishtar will be weakened enough to stop being invulnerable to non-magic weapons (she is flesh and blood now). But she will remain a powerhouse able to destroy an AT-AT single-handedly and storm a fortress guarded by armies.
(1) Do you think I'm exaggerating the uselessness of the ISB? Do you remember how Vader discovers Hoth's Rebel base? He sends millions of sondbot at random across the galaxy and one of them reports an anomaly that fleet officers find unimportant and are about to throw away... when Vader arrives and (guided by the Force) proclaims that this is the location of the secret base of the Alliance.
And that's two or three years after the present events. This means that for two years, the ISB didn't discover any clues.
The empire is completely ineffective when it comes to HUMINT (Human Intelligence) and has an efficiency of 1 in a million in terms of ELINT (Electronic Intelligence). This is pathetic.
(2) Information broker that provides information to... everyone as long as they are paid. Usually works for pirates, smugglers, and gangs. But occasionally even the Rebel Alliance used its services. They are competent and reasonably loyal as long as they are paid and very well informed (at least in their field of expertise: cargo carried by freighters, time, route, and destination of convoy; Imperial and local forces patrols in the sector).
(3)
Imperial Customs Corvette
Type: Rendilii StarDrive Light Corvette
Length: 180 meters
Crew: 52 (including 6 gunners)
Passengers: 20 (boarding troopers + cells for prisoners)
Hold ability: 500 metric tons
Autonomy: 2 months
Hyperdrive: x 2
Emergency Hyperdrive: x8
Space Velocity: 8*
Weapons: 6 double turbolasers turrets
* By comparison, regular freighters have a speed of 4, and a heavily modified smuggler freighter (Millennium Falcon) also reaches a speed of 8. Only spacefighters exceed this speed (TIE fighter: 10, TIE Interceptor: 11).