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Running the Empire was hard work.

Vader did not mind hard work, after all, that term summarised his entire life. But typically hard work was fulfilling and satisfying. Presently, that could not be said for running Palpatine’s Empire.

Day by day the old man became more and more… deranged. Palpatine delved further and further into the dark side of the force, obsessing over the occult. Arcane rituals on Coruscant, prioritising hunting artifacts over securing Imperial targets, making important decisions on the slightest whims of the force. It was getting more and more out of hand with every passing day.

And the more Palpatine isolated himself with his cult-like followers, the more responsibility for running the Galactic Empire fell to Vader. This in itself would normally be championed as a good thing, if he wasn’t still forced to follow Palpatine’s inane directives and commands. He had all of the power and command without any of the authority necessary to use it as he pleased.

To summarise, he was running Palpatine’s sinking ship. There was no doubt the rebels would eventually win if he wasn’t given the latitude to reform the Empire. It just wasn’t sustainable.

And that was what really frustrated Vader. All the sacrifices he had made were either for his wife or for the greater good. He genuinely believed that the Empire could be a force for good if used properly, but Palpatine’s paranoia and borderline insanity was tearing everything he had worked for apart.

Vader had been hopeful after the destruction of the Death Star that Palpatine would see reason. The loss of so much talented personnel and experience was felt across the Empire. Tarkin. Yularen. Bast. The list went on. Kark, Vader nearly lost Veers to the damn thing!

But no, Palpatine doubled down on his authoritarian and essentially doctoral beliefs and Vader was left trying to keep the Empire in one piece.

For the first time in months Vader had managed to pull away from work to his castle on Mustafar. He needed a few days’ rest to clear his head and come up with a plan. So here he was, meditating in his private quarters. He held his helmet in his hand, staring at the face that terrorised so many.

How did it come to this? Where did he go wrong? Force, he wished he could go back. He wished he could go back before any of this begun. He could do a better job than Palpatine! He could do a better job than anyone! No one saw the truth like he did, Vader was certain. Force damn those blasted Sith and Jedi prophecies alike. Hells, force damn the Sith and Jedi too for that matter. Everyone was so limited in their thinking that they couldn’t possibly see any other way to peace and prosperity than through their own!

Again, he wished he had a chance to fix things. To make something better. To make a better galaxy. He sighed. Wish as he might, he was stuck right where he was, through no one’s fault but his own.

The force had another idea.

Gasp

Vader opened his eyes suddenly. Where was he? What had happened?

He glanced around the room. He was no longer in his meditation chamber. But his helmet was still in his hands! How was he breathing?!

He looked down at his body. He was no longer in his armour, instead wearing a version of his last Jedi robes combined with his now-disappeared armour. Which meant…

Vader pulled off his gloves. He had his arms back!

He dropped to his knees taking in all the new information. In doing so he caught his reflection on a piece of shiny metal covering part of the wall. He touched his face. His face. He looked just like he did before his duel with Obi-Wan. Even his eyes were no longer yellow.

Vader laughed.

There was no pain. He had no master. He was free.

He laughed again.

Perhaps the force listened to him? He cared not for the ‘how’. But now, he needed to determine the ‘where’ and ‘when’.

Vader reached out with the force. He was still on Mustafar, that much was for certain, but when he reached further he was mildly surprised. The galaxy did not feel so dark as it had under the rule of the Empire. He placed his bets on having been sent before the rise of the Empire. But by how much?

He needed to find out more.

Walking around the facility, Vader realised that this was the mining facility which preceded his castle. Dozens of droids bustled around him as he slowly approached where he distantly remembered to be the command centre.

None stopped him, even the security droids – he had long forgotten how bumbling the B1s were – simply let him past. He barged into the office Gunray had fled to when he slaughtered the Separatist Council. That memory was an enjoyable one.

The thin-haired man seated behind a surprisingly austere desk narrowed his eyes at Vader. “Who the hell are you?”

He took a moment to consider the man in front of him. He looked… familiar. Decades ago, there was a man who served the Emperor… Ah, of course. “Kinman Doriana.”

Where lesser men may have nervously fidgeted or trembled, Doriana attempted to put up a façade. “Who? I’m Adjutant Stratis, now as you’re in my office-”

“You serve Sidious.”

At last, the other man appeared nervous. He gulped.

“I would like to show you something.”

Without saying anything further, Vader pinned the man with the force and approached him. He placed his gloved hand on Doriana’s face and opened his mind, showing select memories. He released the other man, who dropped to the floor, breathing heavily.

“He… he did it! His plan worked! But… but where am I?”

“You disappear. Not even I know what happened to you. I always reasoned you were… just another loose end.”

“Damn it. Damn it!” he slammed his fist on his desk. “So even if I win, I lose? Kark. Kark!”

“There is an alternative.”

Doriana spread his arms out wide sardonically. “I’m all ears.”

“Serve me instead. You are ambitious, you crave power. I would normally detest such motivation, but I am aware you could prove useful. More importantly, loyal.”

“I don’t even know who you are. And what’s to say you won’t just kill me once I’m no longer useful?”

Vader placed his hands on his hips. “I’d offer you my word, but I suspect that means little to you. Nevertheless, allow me to present your options. One, you continue to serve Sidious and are eventually killed. Two, you attempt to flee, and are hunted down and killed. Three, you serve me, the only option where your death is not guaranteed. I will always have need of competence, and so there will always be a place for you in what I plan to build.”

Doriana sat there for several moments, considering his options. Vader nearly allowed himself a smirk.

“I am Lord Vader,” he finally revealed. “Sidious is a fool. He will die.”

“Very well,” Doriana acquiesced. “I will serve you, Lord Vader. How may I be of service?”

Vader smiled curtly. “Firstly, I require information. What year is this?”

“My lord?”

“Trust when I say the force works in mysterious ways. There are reasons I know the future, reasons I am not ready to disclose.”

“1359, Galactic Standard.”

“I see…” so, it was 41 years before the Battle of Yavin. This was good. This was very good. “I require a ship. You will organise a meeting between me and current Chairman of the Banking Clan.”

“San Hill? You’re in luck, he’s hosting trade talks on Eriadu as we speak.”

“One last thing, you are to do all in your power to find me Hego Damask. I require a meeting with him.”

Doriana scoffed. “That will be easier than organising a meeting with San Hill. Damask is on Eriadu as well. You should be able to speak with him before I can get you to speak with Hill.”

“Good. Do what you must to finish here. We leave when you are ready.”

“Of course, my lord.”

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It didn’t take long to be directed through Damask’s branch office on Eriadu. Doriana led the way, dismissing lesser servants who got in their way and overruling the poor receptionist who insisted that there was no appointment in the calendar. The passive aggressive display was ended when Damask buzzed the receptionist, telling her to let them in.

“My lord, allow me to introduce you to Hego Damask, Chief Executive Officer of Damask Holdings,” he bowed, gesturing at the Muun. “And Damask, may I present to you, Lord Vader.”

The two powerful force users stared each other down, neither taking a seat nor crossing the distance between them. Vader stood with his hands on his hips. Damask – no, Plagueis clasped his hands behind his back.

“Thank you, Doriana. You may attend to other tasks now.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Vader didn’t turn to watch his new servant leave the room, maintaining eye-contact with the Muun.

“You… You are familiar to me,” the Muun finally stated.

“Is that so.”

“Who are you, Lord Vader?”

“May I sit?”

The Muun nodded, and they both sat down on opposite sides of the desk.

“I am Lord Vader, former Dark Lord of the Sith. You are Darth Plagueis, present Dark Lord of the Sith.”

“Remarkable,” the older man mused, leaning forwards in fascination. “Do go on.”

“The force deigned to send me back in time. I was Sidious’ apprentice; he fulfilled your grand plan.”

“This is fascinating, truly,” he remarked, his eyes twinkling. Vader knew that the other man believed him. Plagueis was strong enough in the force to be able to sense that he was telling the truth. The Muun posed no threat to him as long as he was interested. And even then, there was no doubt Vader would be stronger.

“The day he became Supreme Chancellor, he killed you.”

“Impossible.”

“I know you can tell I am not lying.”

“So. My apprentice kills me, trains you, and then after he succeeds, the force still sends you back in time?”

“I will share all the details later, but yes, that is the general summary of it.”

The Muun poured himself a glass of water.

“As intriguing as this is, you are still yet to tell me who you are.”

“I am Vader,” he insisted. That was the truth. With all that had happened, all he had done. He accepted responsibility for his actions. He embraced it. “But I used to be a man named Anakin Skywalker.”

Plagueis dropped his glass, shattering it on the floor. “You lie.”

His reaction was most perplexing. How would this old Sith Lord know of Anakin Skywalker, a boy who, by his calculations, would have only been born under a month ago? “You know of him? Of me?”

“Come here.” The Muun commanded, quickly circling his desk. Vader amusedly watched him approach, knowing he was powerful enough to defend any attacks. Plagueis placed a hand on his forehead and embraced the force. Vader smiled, allowing his probe.

“You… you speak the truth!” he laughed, spinning melodramatically before making eye-contact again. “You are my son!”

Well. That was unexpected. “What?”

“Listen here, my boy. Nine months ago I performed an ancient ritual. Nine months ago, I attacked the very force, demanding it bend to my will. It fought back, but in my failed efforts to expand my power I discovered another option. Another power, one undiscovered by Jedi or Sith!” he began pacing, animatedly gesturing with his hands. “In this moment of combat against the force, I seized the opportunity in front of me. I influenced the force to create life! It took me years to find your mother, but I could not move yet. If Sidious found out, there is no doubt he would have corrupted you, or worse, killed you.”

This… explained so very much. It seemed convenient, sure, but if it was true…

“I am so very sorry that Sidious still found you. But I will not fail again. Not only was my son born only days ago, but the force has sought to bring me you!”

Vader tapped the arm of his chair. It was not nervous or anxious tapping. Vader did not nervously fidget. He did not awkwardly fidget. It was beneath him. It was simply a form of… meditation. Yes, that seemed right. Meditation. “You’ll forgive my scepticism, Plagueis.”

“No,” he dismissed with a shake of the head, “I am Damask. To you, always Damask. And I know you can sense it to be true. Anakin- no, you prefer Vader now, don’t you? Vader, my boy, I am your father.”

He had known this man, his ‘father’, for only minutes. Yet the force was clear. This man was not lying. He, in some twisted way, actually felt affection for Vader, his… son. He repressed any feelings he had on the revelation for now, focusing on his plan. His plan which had suddenly become much much easier.

“Alright, father,” he gritted out, playing to what he knew the old man wanted to hear. “I have not come back to rule as Sith, nor to embrace the light. I am here to forge an Empire. I will fix this galaxy my own way. No one will control me anymore. Not the Jedi, not the Sith, and I will not become your pawn.”

Damask actually frowned at that. “A pawn? My boy, listen here. My vision has always been to create a dynasty that would rule for eternity. I could not care less whether you would be benevolent or despotic. Our family will rule this galaxy, I have foreseen it!”

A dynasty? Why would the old man care about his legacy if he unlocked the secrets of immortality. Unless… Palpatine had lied. Again. He tabled that for another time. “Very well, Damask. Let’s say I believe you. Will you follow my plans?”

“My boy, consider me and my resources entirely at your disposal. I will not be some asset you can use as you please, but I am keen, no, excited to work with you to bring your vision to life!”

“Good.” Vader nodded, leaning back into his seat. With Damask agreeing to work with him, it would be far easier to implement his plans. “I’m sure you want to go over my plans. To summarise my current needs, however, there are two things I need; money, and a fleet.”

“Consider it done. Now, if we could delve into the finer details?”

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What were the qualifications for calling somebody a man?

Biologically, Vader assumed the individual in front of him was male. But there were far more qualities for classifying a person as such. This… beast in front of him was no man. There was no honour, no skill, no greatness at all. Even the lowliest of his servants, nay, even the droids could lay better claim to calling themselves men than this barbarian.

“Who are you?” the fool demanded.

He stood tall with his hands on his belt, staring down the dolt. Around them, the other Mandalorians eyed him suspiciously, many holding their weapons at the ready. “I am Lord Vader.”

“Hh. Give me something better.”

“Very well. I am the new Mandalore.”

The imbecile broke into laughter but the Mandalorians around him glanced between the two nervously. Understandable, for who would lay such an audacious claim if he did not have the means to back it up.

“You’re wrong. You see this thing here?” he dangled a lightsaber hilt in the air. “This says I’m Mandalore.”

“For now.”

Tor Vizsla sized Vader up. His cape waved in the wind as Vader inclined his head upwards.

“Vizsla. I challenge you to a duel, per Mandalorian tradition, for the title of Mandalore.”

Murmuring erupted throughout the crowd. Vizsla stood to his feet, launching himself off his pitiful excuse for a throne. “Hah! You would challenge me? Are you even a Mandalorian? Where is your armour? Where is your clan?”

“I am more Mandalorian than you could ever be,” Vader intoned cooly. After the Clone Wars, he understood their ways better than most this century could. He clasped his hands behind his back and began slowly circling the long-haired mongrel who had somehow wrested power over a significant portion of Mandalore and kept it, through brute force if nothing else. “My armour is in need of… upgrading. I assure you that after I kill you, one of the first places I visit will be the Forge.” He turned to Doriana – whose nervousness he could sense through the force, though he didn’t show it – and pulled his helmet out of a crate. “Here is my helmet.”

“And your clan?” a Mandalorian he didn’t know shouted from the crowd.

“I am Clan Vader. I forge my own clan just as I plan to forge my own Empire. Under my leadership the Mandalorians will find a new sense of glory and purpose. When was the last time this mongrel brought you anything close to resembling glory?”

“Listen here,” Vizsla slurred, igniting the Darksaber, “I don’t know who you think you are, but this ends here.”

“On the contrary,” explained boredly, gesturing with one hand to the crowd, “do you know what the crowd feels? They don’t fear or hate me, they’re… curious. Intrigued. Your death will be so insignificant that your life will be lost to history with no record at all. What are your conditions?”

“Sabers only, no tricks. We fight like men.”

Vader ignited his red saber. “If only you were a man.”

Plagueis stroked his chin on the bridge of the Invisible Hand as it orbited Mandalore. Admiral Tuuk sipped his tea, leaving him to his own devices. Vader had scoffed at the notion of using what he called ‘Separatist’ ships, monologuing about the superiority of the Imperial vessels he had commanded, but for now there was nothing that could be done. The Banking Clan ships would have to do for now.

The Muun had to admit, it was actually rather invigorating to be participating in the execution of plans for once. He had never realised how complacent and detached he was until Vader insisted he oversee the small navy during his operations on Mandalore.

A fleet and money, contrary to his son’s previous statement, were not enough to found an empire. No, he needed a qualified, dedicated army, and what army would be better than the Mandalorians? He was confidant in his son’s ability to unite enough of the fallen society to under his command. Apparently Maul, a thusfar unremarkable darksider, had succeeded in conquering the system using nothing but a few criminals in Vader’s original timeline. If the assassin could do so, he had no doubt that his son would too, spending much less time and effort.

Truthfully, the fleet’s presence over Mandalore was more of a statement of strength than anything. Vader could point to the skies and promise a new order to the masses. Not the subtlest of tactics, but Plagueis had to concede that his overreliance on subtly partially lead to his death in Vader’s timeline. He would follow his son’s direction for now. He was curious after all. But they only had so long until Sidious began to get suspicious.

Vizsla’s charred corpse lay on the floor. His head lay half a meter away. He was as pathetic in combat as he was as a leader.

“Mandalorians!” he commanded, hushing the entire room. Every helmeted head turned to face him. “I am your new ruler. For centuries your past has withered away. For too long, outsiders from the core worlds have played you for fools, weakening your economy and bolstering pacifist factions. They believe they have defeated our spirit. But Mandalore, though fragmented, remains unbroken in spirit. Our journey to unity and strength may be long, but I come offering vision. Gather the clan leaders to my ship; it is time for a new dawn. For Mandalore endures!”

As the Mandalorians eagerly dispersed, he led Doriana back to the shuttle.

“Make sure Jango Fett and Jaster Mereel receive invitations to the Invisible Hand as well.”

“As you command, my lord. May I ask…”

“You may.”

“If you’re already aware of the clone army, why are you rallying the Mandalorians?”

“The clones have their part to play, but not yet. As they are the clones are an army of followers. I need leaders to build the foundation of my empire.”

“I see.”

“When we return to the ship, I want you to prepare a full debrief for me on Arkanis. Important figures, notably those who suite my cause and those who would oppose it. Trade routes, resources, I trust you to provide the important details.”

“The capital of the Arkanis sector? It’s my understanding that sector is barely outside of Hutt Space and is thoroughly controlled by those brutes.”

“For now.”

“Do… is this where you intend to begin?”

“Prepare me your report and inform me when the Mandalorians have arrived. I will offer more details when the time is right.”

“Of course, my lord. As you say.”

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“No.”

Vader turned his head slightly away from the viewport, his hands still clasped readily behind his back. His helmet sat on the meeting table behind him, a table none of the room’s occupants save Damask and Doriana were seated at. Standing around the table (or in some cases, leaning on the walls) were the leaders of the Mandalorian clans, both Death Watch and the True Mandalorians. Sure, the New Mandalorians probably could have been invited, but they hardly deserved his interest.

The man who stood with his arms crossed having just spoken up was Jango Fett. Vader had never met the man in his own timeline, but he had immense respect for his son, Boba. Truthfully, he was impressed he could get them all into the same room without starting a firefight.

“You’re not Mandalore.”

“You dismiss me too quickly, Fett,” he responded blandly, rotating around to face him. The Darksaber hung from the other side of his belt.

Fett’s face remained impassive and he took a seat, kicking his feet up on the table. Damask bristled in the force as the man’s dirty boots made contact with the wooden table. “Fine. Sell me. Give us your pitch. We have a war to fight.”

“Yes, you do indeed have a war to fight, just not the one you insist on fighting. Believe me, I understand how difficult it is to push aside one’s differences and fight for a common cause, but I would think that if any are capable of such a feat it would be the Mandalorians.” Fett raised an eyebrow questioningly but remained silent. “Each of you has but a piece of the puzzle, yet none of you can see how to connect it all together. You focus on the Mandalorian sector with such fixation that you miss the greater picture.

“The Mandalorians of old did not come from this sector, they came from Coruscant. They were not human, but Taung. The Mandalorian history is one not of barbaric conquest, but of growth, development, and assimilation. For the first time in centuries, you have been confined to but a sector, withering away in wars against each other. I am here to break you out of this fixation and restore your people’s rightful place in the galaxy.”

The Death Watch leaders beat their chest with their left arm in a sign of solidarity and support. He had already briefed them on parts of his plans. They were… helpfully enthusiastic. What was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, was the handful of True Mandalorians who nodded their head. Notably, the leader of Clan Beroya was murmuring with the heads of a few smaller clans around him. The force told Vader that this man was receptive. He decided to press his advantage.

“Mandalore is under the scrutiny of the Republic and the Jedi order. The sector’s proximity to the heart of the republic has ensured your systems have been subject to espionage, destabilisation, and isolation. Once more, the Mandalorians must embark on a journey.”

“Abandon Mandalore?” Mereel bellowed, “the second we follow you off the planet the Death Watch will swoop right back in. How stupid do you think we are?”

“The Death Watch obeys me,” Vader assured him, “I can arrange to transport the deceased Vizsla’s corpse to your home if you require further proof.”

Immense pleasure radiated of the man. “That’s a start at least.”

Vader returned to his original speech, clenching a fist in front of him. “Follow me, and the Mandalorians will be at the fore of the creation of my new empire. I promise you conquest. I promise you growth. I promise you prosperity. I promise you glory. You will lead the way to a new future.”

The Death Watch beat their chests again and shouted in agreement. More of the True Mandalorians seemed to be coming around to support him.

“Enough vagueness,” Fett demanded, silencing the room. “What are your plans? I want to know exactly what we’ll be doing.”

Vader smiled and clasped his hands behind his back again. “Tell me, have you heard of a planet called Arkanis?”

Some days, Senator Jyllian Cariss had felt like nothing she did actually mattered. She’d been rather idealistic as a child, she freely admitted. Growing up into a fairly well-off middle-class family meant that she wanted for nothing but wasn’t so detached from reality that she couldn’t see the suffering around her.

From a young age she was determined to make a difference, to improve the lives of her people. She joined her cities administration before she even graduated high school at the mere age of 17. By 19 she was the youngest mayor in Arkanis’ history. Her city was rampant with corruption and she got her first taste of helplessness as she failed to make any headway against the gangs and the syndicates. She requested assistance from the federal government but they always gave her some excuse.

So she decided that she had to aim higher. Jyllian ran for Magistrate twice, being elected at the age of 24. Again, to her crushing disappointment, she found herself powerless to make any change. Practically the entire government was in the pocket of Gorgo the Hutt and no matter how many she fired, there was no way to keep anyone accountable. The armed forces were paid off too, and Gorgo even had the audacity to tell her that he would rig every election in her favour as it pleased him to see her fail so frequently.

But Cariss was no quitter. She appointed herself senator in the same document she used to sign herself out of office. Gorgo personally saw her off, mocking her. She thought that as a senator she could finally rally the support to clean up Arkanis and rid the planet of Gorgo’s influence, no, to rid the planet of Gorgo himself. Hells, she’d throttle the damn Hutt herself if his neck wasn’t so kriffing fat. But, to resignation rather than surprise, her efforts again came to naught.

So for a good few months she didn’t visit Coruscant, or Parliament House, or even her parent’s place. She isolated herself in her apartment on the empty southern continent of the planet, jumping from bouts of intense planning to depressed acceptance.

That was until he arrived.

Lord Vader.

A man she’d never heard of before. He radiated power and purpose. He sought her out to her apartment. She was not an easy woman to find, even her parents had no idea where she was. But this mysterious stranger had found her weeks ago and she let him into her apartment. She felt embarrassed that she hadn’t cleaned or done the dishes in a while, but he waved off her apologies in a way that prevented further discussion.

He told her of his plans. He found her because of all the politicians in the Outer Rim, she and her planet suited his purposes best. Vader was impressed with her dedication to making a difference and had done her the greatest honour of requesting her support in cleaning up Arkanis. He promised an army untainted by corruption and greed. He promised her the means to reforge Arkanis into a shining beacon of prosperity in the Outer Rim. He promised her the means to kill Gorgo.

How could she refuse?

How often did mysterious strangers hunt you down to offer you everything you’ve dreamed of for the past half year? This was not a chance she was going to pass up.

Vader had told her to send him a message when she was ready to begin. She demanded he give her fifteen minutes to make herself presentable. For the first time in months she felt motivated and she was ready to get started. So while Vader left to bring her an army, she made preparations for ‘Year Zero’.

Vader had reviewed her work and believed she was a qualified administrator. In his absence she got to work drafting laws, reforms, policies, speeches, and even lists of individuals who had to go. Year Zero was a proposal she pitched to Vader that she’d come up with a few weeks prior. If they were to begin a fresh start for this region of space, why not construct something totally and utterly new? Starting with his return and the initiations of their operations, the very moment Vader’s boots hit the ground Year Zero would begin.

And at long last, the time was upon them.

Vader, donning a Mandalorian version of his previous armour and robes, marched unopposed into the middle of a session of Parliament House, flanked by an ominous squad of Mandalorians. Cariss followed suit just behind Vader, making it clear that she was an active participant and was working with him. Once more she was dressed up in her most formal outfit and relished the way everyone got out of their path.

“What is the meaning of this?” the current Magistrate demanded as they interrupted the session.

“I would like to propose a bill,” Vader remarked cooly. Cariss couldn’t prevent a smile from forming on her face. “It would be in your best interest to comply.”

“Senator? What is going on?”

“Arkanis thanks you for your service, but after you sign this piece document your services will no longer be required.”

The man walked up and snatched the documents out of her hand. His eyes widened as he got the gist of it.

“Are you mad? Is this a coup? Gorgo will have your head!”

“Gorgo will no longer hold domain over Arkanis,” Vader corrected. “As we speak my forces have launched operations across the planet, wiping out the gangs and the syndicates. Gorgo will be captured, tried, and executed for his crimes.” God that felt good to hear.

“The Republic will not stand for this! Do you think they will sit idly by as you… you Mandalorians take over a democratic nation?”

“Yes, just as they stood aside when I requested aid to combat crime last year, or homelessness the year before, or when my predecessor requested aid to prevent a famine. What make you think this will be any different?”

“The point is irrelevant,” Vader interrupted, pulling off his helmet. “Hundreds of thousands of my men have secured the planet. Their first target was the external communications arrays. Nobody knows we’re here. Arkanis belongs to us now.”

‘Us’, now that she liked the sound of.

“Sign the document. Governor Cariss will be assuming direct control for the foreseeable future. Each of you will be investigated and tried for corruption. If you comply, perhaps we shall be lenient.”

“Lenient? Lenient! This is an outrageous course of action-”

Cariss sighed. “My lord, I don’t believe this is getting anywhere.”

“Agreed.” He clenched a fist and the man shut up. He appeared confused and began grasping at his neck. Then he levitated into the air. The parliament gasped but remained seated as the Mandalorians pointed their weapons at them. “Allow us to put this to a vote.”

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The Mandalorians were exceptionally effective. They would be able to give many of his 501^st Legion a run for their money. Naturally, his personal legion was utterly unbeatable, but, in lieu of their availability due to force-related time traveling shenanigans, the Mandalorians would more than suffice. Perhaps he could create a new legion – already the most fanatical of the Death Watch had begun to form elite supercommando units in his name. A thought for another time.

As Governor Cariss ratified the change in constitution, Vader checked in with the clan leaders around the planet. All reported unmitigated successes. The scum who had oppressed the people of Arkanis for decades if not centuries fought pathetically against the superior soldiers descending from the sky. Tarik Ordo, leader of Clan Ordo, had actually landed using one of the last Basilisk war-droids in existence, a show symbolising the return of the Mandalorians.

Each leader reported that the members of their clans fought with renewed purpose and vigor. Once more, their people had purpose. For the first time in centuries, they were greeted as heroes rather than invaders, and it was having a profound impact on the liberators. Jango begrudgingly admitted that his men were affected by the positive reception the Arkani gave them. The Mandalorians had fought a vicious civil war for over a decade. This was, for most, their first taste of true glory.

“Lord Vader?” his new governor politely stated, interrupting his musings. “It’s done. We’re ready to broadcast.”

He nodded and briskly walked towards the Magistrate’s podium. As planned, Governor Cariss took the stand first. An aide held a mirror to her as she fixed her hair, she took a sip of water, and finally took a deep breath. Vader was… curious to see her in action. He stepped behind her and to the side, in view of the camera but not the centre of attention. Not yet.

“Citizens of Arkanis! Six years ago I was elected mayor. Then I became Magistrate, and then, your senator. I dreamed of fixing our planet, but Gorgo and his cronies repeatedly stunted our efforts. For decades our planet has been the playground for the Hutt, but today I am thrilled to announce that his reign has come to an end.

“I could never do all this alone. Weeks ago, our new ruler came to me with a plan to liberate our planet. He offered an army and the means to fix our planet. I gladly accepted, and today our plans have come to fruition! I stand in Parliament House, having just passed a resolution to change the constitution. Today we do away with the corrupt systems of the past and embrace a new future! So without further ado, allow me to give you the man who made this possible, Lord Vader!”

Jyllian Cariss beamed at him as he stepped up to the podium and eagerly took position diagonally behind his right.

“I am aware that none of you have heard of me. I am certain nobody expected Mandalorian armies to descend onto your cities and eliminate your oppressors. Allow me to assure you that you are not replacing one tyrant with another. You stand on the first page of a new chapter of galactic history. Governor Cariss will finally have the chance to implement the policies and ideas she has worked on for years. Citizens of Arkanis, welcome to the future.”

Governor Cariss got to work immediately. At Vader’s orders, the Mandalorians deferred to her on non-military matters. Vader made it clear where she stood on the chain of command which gave her the latitude to have her demands met in an instance. The Mandalorians assumed direct control over the planet’s security and enforcement departments and initiated a purge of corrupt officials in a series of trials she personally presided over. It felt exhilarating to have her revenge on every single vermin who had spat on her efforts to make Arkanis better, sending many to their deaths. She directly acted as judge, jury, and executioner in the Trial of Gorgo, executing the Hutt herself via blaster. Vader oversaw this moment and seemed rather pleased with her.

Now she was busy building an entirely new administration from the ground up. Fortunately for her, she had spent all her life designing her dream bureaucracy and political system, and Vader supported her ideas entirely. With his backing and support it took only days to set up the skeleton of a working administration. She repealed the high taxes on the fisherpeople to bolster the fishing industry further. Fishing provided Arkanis with its greatest exports, but Gorgo’s meddling had all but crushed the profitable legitimate parts of the Arkanis economy. Jyllian implemented a grand incentive program targeted at rejuvenating the industry as quickly as possible.

Furthermore, at Vader’s suggestion she used much of the funds seized from Gorgo’s personal assets to kickstart the Arkanis manufacturing industry to alleviate the unemployment issue that was allowed to foster under Gorgo’s rule. The rest of her initiatives were supported by generous donations from the Banking Clan. She didn’t like relying on that corporation to fix her planet but Vader assured her no strings were attached. He offhandedly informed her that his father ran the company so they could take full advantage of the situation as long as they turned Arkanis into a profitable planet. He had left before she could press any further, to her irritation. That man was an enigma.

Over the next few weeks she solidified her control over the planet, recruiting trustworthy subordinates and overseeing the beginning of the implementation of her policies and plans. Vader began to confide his plans to her. She understood why he chose Arkanis more clearly now. Initially he selected the planet for three reasons. Firstly, it would be easy to assume control of and gather the loyalty of the population. Secondly, it was located far enough from the heart of the Republic for his actions not to be noticed. Thirdly, the planet sat on the crossroad between the Corellian Run and the Triellus Trade route. This strategical positioning was crucial for further expansion, which would allow Arkanis to become the beating heart of Vader’s new Empire.

But that was not to be her focus for the immediate future. Arkanis was a broken planet and she needed to fix it before she could truly be of use to Vader’s long-term plans.

A beeping on her desk indicated somebody was at her door. She acknowledged and hit a button to let them in.

“Governor,” Jango Fett acknowledged, taking a seat opposite her desk and placing his helmet on her desk. Vader was preparing his next expansion, but was not prepared to leave Arkanis undefended. Fett had been left in charge of the planetary Mandalorians, tasked with overseeing the Mandalorians’ integration into the planet, commanding all armed forces on the planet, stamping out tension between the Death Watch and the True Mandalorians, and to support Cariss in any way she needed it. She found the man to be efficient and effective.

“Good afternoon, Fett.”

“Good evening,” he corrected. She looked at her chrono and frowned.

“And so it is.”

“You know, I think I’ve finally figured you out.”

“Hm?” She furrowed her forehead. Their usual conversations were focused on administrative matters.

“You’re just like us. I see what Vader saw in you. You’ve got the heart of a Mandalorian.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m afraid I still don’t understand.”

“Sure, you’re a politician. But you’ve got a spine. My men respect you more than they do some of the other clan leaders. When you shot Gorgo on a live broadcast, Mandalorians cheered all over the planet.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “It did feel rather invigorating.”

“All Mandalorians dedicate their life to their clan, and to Mandalore. We’ve been fighting so long, many of us forgot how important…” he gestured with his hand as he looked for the word, “certain non-soldiers can be.”

Cariss raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not the best with words,” he admitted with the hint of a smile. “All I’m saying is that you’ve got what it takes to be a Mandalorian. I’m sure the clans will be fighting over you soon enough. Just remember Clan Fett’s offering you first,” he remarked with a smirk, standing and grabbing his helmet.

“Again, I’m flattered. Oh and before I forget, could you scout out another city for the influx in Mandalorian immigrants? I don’t know how long New Kyrimout will be able to sustain it’s growing population.”

“I’ll get on that now. Say hi to the boss for me.”

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Every nation had its elite inner circle, comprised of the most powerful and influential individuals who guided the state. Vader’s blossoming hidden empire was no different. Naturally, Doriana had been the first to join him. The man had an intricate knowledge of administration, as well as, more importantly, the skillset to discreetly move pieces into place so that he could sweep the board when he finally made a move. He was doing just this on Ryloth at this very moment.

Then came Damask. Vader had very conflicted feelings amount this man. Ignoring the whole ‘father’ thing for a second, the Muun was the Sith Lord who trained Palpatine himself. He was directly responsible for billions of deaths by association and was not to be trusted. With all that being said, he was reasonably certain Damask was genuinely loyal to him. He showed immense displeasure at seeing what Palpatine created and Vader knew that the Muun was completely on his side. For now, he had returned to Coruscant to assuage any suspicions from his apprentice and to, like Doriana, discreetly move pieces at the centre of the galaxy.

Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel, Jakkar Wren, and Daline Vizsla – the new head of Clan Vizsla – were his most trusted Mandalorians. The four clan leaders were capable leaders and could be trusted to fulfill his tasks with the highest degree of efficiency and effectiveness. Vader had been sure to balance this inner circle between the former True Mandalorians the Death Watch so as not to show favouritism. They were merging at a remarkable pace, however, the common cause was doing wonders for cohesion. Assuming he didn’t die – which Vader was rather confident wouldn’t be the case – he was all but certain his forces would be totally unified within a year or two.

Vader had left Jango on Arkanis to liaison between the planet and the Mandalorians. It would take a while to completely unite his empire and those inside of it. Jaster Mereel insisted he be given similar responsibilities and was successfully integrating the Mandalorians into much of the planet. Truthfully, it may be more accurate to say he was integrating the planet into the Mandalorians. Vader had no doubt much of his empire would be culturally Mandalorian, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. Jakkar Wren demonstrated remarkable competence for naval warfare on the Invisible Hand, prompting Vader to place him in charge of his current Naval forces. And Daline Vizsla – his most fanatic follower – had decided her place was by his side. She oversaw much of his ground forces and would descend into battle with him when he was ready. Vader liked her much more than her uncle, that much was for sure.

And then there was Governor Jyllian Cariss. An extraordinary leader who achieved results almost immediately. Vader had great plans for that woman. She would make a fine Moff one day, perhaps even a Grand Moff. Only time would tell. But Vader’s current attention was on the man would be the next addition to his inner circle as his shuttle descended to the surface of Ryloth. Doriana had reported that a much-anticipated slave rebellion had finally kicked off. He landed right in front of the freed slaves camp and got out of his vehicle with Daline and three of her best men.

A nervous-looking Twi’lek actually had the gall to take a potshot at him which harmlessly ricocheted off his beskar chestplate. Vader would let that one slide. He ignited his Darksaber and held it in the air. He could hear the former slaves mutter the word ‘Jedi’. He wasn’t, but he’d take whatever got him through the gate. The Twi’leks hurriedly gave him and his entourage access and he confidently strolled into the camp. Daline’s fingers kept twitching over her pistols but she refrained from actually touching them. Vader smirked.

“There should not be any issues,” he reassured her.

“I always expect the worst, my Lord,” she stated, “overconfidence only gets you killed, like it did my uncle.”

Amused, Vader smiled at her joke. She hated her uncle more than perhaps even Jango did. “Indeed.”

It didn’t take much walking to reach the slave leaders’ headquarters. Vader stepped into the tent and took in his surroundings. The Twi’lek screamed their anxiety through the force, all but one. Vader took his helmet off and placed it on the table in front of them, holding eye-contact with the single fearless young Twi’lek.

“And here I thought the Jedi had forgotten about us,” the Twi’lek remarked dryly.

“They have. I am no Jedi.”

“How did you get that lightsaber?”

“Long ago, I was a Jedi. The order is… weak. Broken. Consider me an alternative.”

The Twi’lek snorted and sat down, gesturing for Vader to do the same. “It can’t hurt to hear you out. Go on then.”

“Very well. I am Lord Vader. I have come to free Ryloth.”

Some of the other Twi’leks began laughing, but not the man opposite him. He eyed Vader curiously, attempting to decipher his motives. “You truly believe that, don’t you?”

“Daline?”

The Mandalorian placed a small projected onto the table and turned it on. Fleets appeared over Ryloth, battle plans were displayed, figures were presented. The other man viewed it first with suspicion, then bewilderment. “Are these numbers accurate?”

“We can launch the operation within twenty-four hours. Ryloth will be free.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

It was a fair question, especially coming from a former slave. He understood better than most. “Ryloth was betrayed and abandoned by the republic. The Hutts have abused and oppressed you for centuries. As I said when I first arrived, consider me an alternative. I am building an Empire, one that is just and free. I intend to place you in charge of Ryloth and finally achieve the security and freedom your people deserve. Join me, and we will free your people.”

“With numbers like this, you don’t need my help. Why did you single me out?”

Vader smirked. “Because I know you will become a great leader, Governor Syndulla.”

Unlike Arkanis, Ryloth was a major hub in the Hutt sphere. The Twi’lek slave trade was one of the most infamous with the galaxy, and it was terrible enough that the Twi’lek were commonly referred to as a ‘slave species’.  This meant that the Hutts had a greater presence on the planet and was much harder to take. Unlike Arkanis, Ryloth would take up to if not a month to decisively shift the liberation in their favour.

While several Mandalorian armies spearheaded the assault, they lacked the numbers to truly shatter their opponents. This was why, as Tarik Ordo, Daline Vizsla, and Vader himself assaulted the major cities, Vost Bralor and Gri Rook’s forces trained whoever was willing to take up arms against their oppressors.

Vader had taken the opportunity to reorganise the Imperial command structure – if it was anyone else his premature naming of his armed forces would make him seem arrogant, but Daline knew that Vader meant business. The clan leaders were appointed with the rank of General, with the exception of Jakkar Wren who became an Admiral. An entire chain of command was implemented which include the Twi’leks that took up arms as well.

Daline recognised this as the masterstroke that it was. By forging a command structure around both groups, by the time they had won the war they would be unified. With Vader seen as a liberator and the planet united behind the cause, there was no doubt that Ryloth would become the second planet to secretly join Vader’s empire.

It was difficult not to admire the mysterious Mandalore. He arrived from nowhere, a man without a past. He beat her uncle in single combat without using the Force. He united the clans and claimed the title of Mandalore. And within the year, he would have led his people to the conquest of two new planets.

Before, Daline had been taught the only true power came out of the barrel of a gun, but Vader had taught her so much more. Strategy, tactics, politics, logistics, within the brief time she stood loyally by his side he had provided invaluable knowledge on every aspect of war and peace. He wasn’t just a warrior, but an intelligent leader who had both the will and the means to achieve his goals. Her clan had already begun referring to itself as Vader’s Fist, a title she dedicated herself to proving worthy of.

It had been just over a month since Vader launched his liberation campaign on Ryloth. Week after week, there was nothing but good news from the front. Jango remained on Arkanis for the most part, attending to his responsibilities dedicatedly.

The Mandalore had his respect. He doubted Vader at the start but these doubts proved to be entirely unfounded. Jango had begun to wrestle with whether to tell Vader about the clones or not for a few weeks now, clones he still periodically visited Kamino to check on.

His hesitance wasn’t born from fear or repercussion. No, he was certain Vader would be nothing but thrilled to have a second Mandalorian military. His hesitance came from sentimentality. Though he wasn’t as close to the clones as Skirata or Vau, but the fact remained that they all came from him. Hells, he had a kid of his own coming along. Lama Su promised him that he would be able to take Boba into his custody fully by end of month.

If he betrayed Sidious it wouldn’t just be him who might suffer his wrath.

He’d tell Vader after the Ryloth campaign. Maybe later. He was a busy man, after all. A general now! General Fett certainly had a ring to it. Jango had his own personal office, which was only marginally harder to believe than the fact he was living in a penthouse apartment in New Kyrimout. Gone were the days the Mandalorians lived in shacks and tents. No, now they were no longer mercenaries, but respectable members of society.  The four red and four blue squares on his chestplate served as evidence.

Jango never thought he’d be working alongside the Vizslas, or that Mereel would be busy adopting every orphan that stepped foot in New Kyrimout, or that millions of Mandalorians would be secretly immigrating to Arkanis. The sudden and unexpected death of the New Mandalorian leaders had sent the Mandalorian system into chaos. Jango didn’t shed any tears over those traitorous pacifists’ deaths, but he did everything in his power to help as many Mandalorians as possible make it to Arkanis. It was getting to the point that Mandalorian was spoken just as much as Basic. Even Governor Cariss was picking up the language fairly quickly.

He took a sip of his Cairn-ald and chuckled to himself. “What a world we live in.”

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Cham Syndulla smiled at the sight of the celebrations taking place across the planet. After centuries of oppression, Ryloth was free. If the price for freedom was working with the men and women who emancipated them he would pay it in a heartbeat. Even now, as he drunk his ale with his fellow former-slaves and Mandalorian liberators, Syndulla’s mind raced with the possibilities offered to Ryloth. Vader, Cariss, and Fett had already expressed keenness in shifting Ryloth’s away from their dangerous costly mining and spice-based economy towards a focus on textiles and luxury exports. Ryloth had all the materials and resources required, all it would take was a minor initial investment.

Tonight, however, they partied. Tarik Ordo slapped him on the back and handed him another shot, which they downed with a pair of grins on their faces.

“You Twi’leks handle your ale nearly as well as we do!”

“Nearly? I’ve had more than you!”

Ordo downed another two shots of Nebula Vodka and howled, “how about now, you gar cuyir!”

“Oh ho ho, don’t start what you can’t finish, mudscuffer.”

Syndula poured three shots into his glass, raised it, and downed it all in one go. The Ordo soldiers cheered him on as he stumbled back to his seat, a huge grin on his face. Tarik laughed but was quickly distracted by a pair of female Twi’leks before he could join Cham. He laughed as his friend was guided off by the pair, once again taking their current situation.

Of course, their circumstances were not as perfect as everyone would like to believe. Ryloth had been totally dependant on Hutt Space for over half of its food and drinks. Their infrastructure had been so damaged throughout the years of oppression that they couldn’t provide clean water to over a third of their population. If it wasn’t for the imports arriving from Arkanis, the planet would have been doomed within a year. Governor Cariss’ first shipments arrived free of charge, but it didn’t take long for the Imperial Credit to be established on Ryloth, allowing for the Twi’leks to trade their minerals and gems for food and water.

Money from the banking clan flooded in within days, however, and Cham wasted no time directing the money where it needed to go. His greatest focus was the construction of an interplanetary water purification, distribution, and sewerage system. Vader brought in a Muun, Pors Tonith, who was a capable project manager within the Banking Clan. Tonith insisted that he could have a basic system connecting the major population areas operational within months, though it would take years to finalise construction for the whole project.

The other issue was the predicted influx of Twi’leks returning home from across the galaxy. Vader had thus far managed to conceal Ryloth’s liberation from galactic headlines, but this would certainly not last. When the news finally broke, Ryloth’s population could be expected to increase by over thirty percent within a year of announcement.

One of the first campaigns Vader had commanded for Palpatine’s Empire was the pacification of Jabiim. It was a brutal campaign that taught him several lessons, none more significant than the importance of logistics. During the Clone Wars, Vader served only as a Jedi General. Admiral Yularen and other senior officials had handled the seemingly tedious and irrelevant logistics and tactics while he made bold and rash strategic decisions, also leading his legion into battle. Then became the senior officer, and failed to adapt in time to save his forces from a brutal Jabiimi counteroffensive that split his supply lines and devastated his forces.

Vader swore never to suffer such a loss again, which was why he hated his current predicament so vociferously.

Doriana had informed him that the Hutts had finally taken full notice of his actions. They had assembled a fleet and army and were sending them towards Ryloth – Vader was beginning to think Doriana would make a perfect Director of Imperial Intelligence. Vader had not yet managed to fortify his supply lines or dig into the planet as much as he would have liked to. While he had no doubt that his forces on Ryloth would withstand the offensive, Vader knew that if the battle went for too long then the planet would be cut off from Arkani fish and would starve. His Empire was vulnerable.

So Vader opted for a more… aggressive strategy.

While General Ordo and Governor Syndulla led the planet in his absence, Vader had taken half of the fleet and as many of Clan Vizsla as he could fit aboard. By Doriana’s reports, the Hutt retaliatory force would be entering the Ryloth system within the next hour. Excluding Daline, not many were able to instantly grasp what his plan was.

The thing about supply lines was that both sides depended on them. A fleet and army operating offensively outside of one’s territory required food, fuel, and medical supplies, among other things. These were, if a battle or campaign lasted long enough, delivered directly to said fleet and army. Sure, you could have ships designated to handle these functions in a capacity that extends the supply grace period, but eventually supplies would need to be brought in from somewhere else. That was standard galactic logistics.

In this corner of the galaxy, hyperlanes were somewhat limited. This meant that, to anyone who glanced at a map, there was only one route where supplies to a fleet and army assaulting Ryloth could come from. There was a single planet that, if claimed, would leave the entire Hutt retaliatory force completely cut off from their overlords.

Tatooine.

Truthfully, Vader had wanted to consolidate his forces and move on Tatooine months later, but the Hutt attack meant that he had to move his schedule forwards. Success would still be guaranteed, though the operation would be more complicated. He had already acquired hundreds of portable medical devices which would allow them to find and remove the chips used to force the slaves into compliance. His hand unconsciously moved to his stomach where his chip had been implanted all those many years ago.

Before they could begin the offensive, however, there was one thing he needed to sort out first. Vader marched into a familiar shop, Daline and her most elite soldiers behind him. A Toydarian quickly flew out to meet them but very quickly Vade could feel the fear radiate off this piece of filth.

“Welcome to Watto’s junkshop, my friends, how can- urk!”

Vader’s hand clenched and the Toydarian began to clutch at his throat desperately. He allowed Watto just enough room to breath so he wouldn’t die. Just yet. With his other hand he took off his helmet and passed it to Hrill Vizsla, clasping his other hand behind his back.

“Watto. Last month you were given ownership of a woman and a baby. Deactivate their chips immediately.”

“I-”

“Do not speak. Simply do.”

He released the foul creature who frantically tapped at his datapad. Watto opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and instead passed the datapad to Vader to show him that he had done as he was asked. The force told Vader that Watto had fulfilled his task, but he checked the Toydarian’s work just to be sure.

“Good. I wish I had the time to make this slow, but I have places to be.”

He pulled out the Darksaber and slashed across his former master’s neck in one sweep, decapitating him. Daline lifted her helmet to spit on the corpse. Vader appreciated the woman more and more by the day. He led his entourage on a small walk to a familiar house and knocked on the door. It took only a few seconds for him to get a response, and he only barely kept his emotions in check when his mother answered the door.

“Yes?” she asked, somewhat fearfully. Vader wanted to pull her into a hug and never let go. He quickly removed his helmet once more and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

“Mo- Miss Skywalker? May we come in?”

“Did the cartel send you? I promise-”

“No,” he quickly reassured, showing her the datapad. “I’ve just freed you and A- your son. I’d like to talk?”

She looked at the screen with astonishment and mindlessly nodded her head at him. Only Daline followed him in, the rest opted to remain outside on guard. Instinctively he walked into the dining room and took a seat, gesturing for Daline to do the same. Shmi walked in after them and sat down opposite them.

“Why did you free us?”

Vader had rehearsed this conversation hundreds of times in his head, but all his preparations went out the window the moment she looked at him. “Have… have you heard about Arkanis? Ryloth?”

“News is sparse, but there’s been rumours of a revolt.”

“A revolution,” he corrected, smiling softly. “I am the Mandalore, and we liberated those worlds. Now that you are free, my forces are ready to descend upon Tatooine and bring freedom here as well.”

“Why?”

“I am bringing peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire. I’m building a better galaxy.”

“No,” his mother rebuked sternly, giving him a familiar maternal look that made him want to apologise and do as she asked. “I asked why did you free us?”

Vader remained silent. What could he say? “That… is to be told at another time. I am sorry, but I can say no more now.”

“Fine. Then tell me who you are.”

“I am Lord Vader, Mandalore.”

“No, I asked who you are. Forget those titles, who are you really?”

He fell silent for another few moments before sighing. “Anakin. My name is Anakin.”

Shmi raised an eyebrow, but her face quickly softened. “It’s nice to meet you, Anakin. Would you believe that you share the same name as my son?”

Vader smiled back. “It must be fate.”

Daline fired a single lethal shot at the Weequay and pointed her pistol at everyone else, daring them to try attacking her Mandalore, Lord Vader. Lord Anakin Vader. Daline didn’t like to think herself arrogant, but she did feel full of pride that she was the first in the Empire to know Vader’s first name (Shmi technically wasn’t an Imperial citizen yet).

After leaving Shmi’s house and having an entire squad of Mandalorians set up a defensive perimeter, Vader had given the order to attack. Battalions had descended upon Mos Espa, Mos Eisley, Anchorhead, and other major population centres. The liberation of Tatooine had begun. Vader and Daline had taken a transport straight to Jabba’s palace, where several platoons of supercommandos had already decimated much of the resistance.

Having just executed the final hostile in the palace, she stood by Vader’s side as he addressed Jabba the Hutt, ice dripping off his voice.

“Jabba,” he practically spat. “Your rule is at an end. My troops have sent word that you are the last Hutt on Tatooine, a discrepancy I shall soon correct. There are two paths for you. Path number one, you free the slaves using your master control and I grant you a swift death. Path number two, you detonate their explosive and I slowly kill you over the course of the next five years.”

The Hutt began bellowing, inspiring nervous laughter from many of the remaining audience members. Displeased, Vader reached out and snapped the necks of most of Jabba’s courtesans, letting them crumple to the floor. She smiled behind her helmet.

[Foolish Jedi. I have lived hundreds more years than you ever will. You are not the first to try. Kill me, and all slaves connected to my implants will perish. Surrender, or I will kill them all right now.]

“It is you who is foolish,” Vader proclaimed, beginning to pace in front of him. “I have already liberated much of the population, and especially all who are important to me. If you detonate the explosives, there will be nothing to stand between years of torment.”

[A compromise, then. Allow me passage off Tatooine alive, and I will not stand in the way of your conquest of Tatooine.]

“Liberation,” the Mandalore corrected, “but it seems I have no other choice. I will allow you to flee, but know that should you renege on our deal I will hunt you down and kill you. It will not be quick, it will not be pleasant, and nothing will stand in my way. Do you understand?”

[I do.]

“Then get the kark out of my sight. I have a planet to rebuild.”

Vader coordinated his forces from the bridge of his temporary command ship as they implemented the drafted plan for an Imperial Tatooine. The battered remnants of the Hutt retaliatory fleet attempted final last-ditch effort to assault Tatooine, though they were hardly a threat. Vader’s fleet decisively destroyed the fleet, ending the Hutt’s retaliation for the meantime. He returned his attention to the spreadsheets in front of him. He had plans to transform Tatooine into one of the largest manufacturing hubs in the Outer Rim. Construction would take time, but it would pay off in the long run. Tatooine had the workforce – especially when immigration eventually picked up – and the resources from the rest of the Empire would be more than enough to supply them.

Everything was coming into place. Soon, he’d finally be able to declare the Empire to the galaxy.

He flashed a smile at Daline. “This is where the fun begins.”

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True to Jabba’s word, the Hutts had backed off from Vader’s developing empire. This uneasy peace would not last, but Vader did not expect it to, nor did he hope it would. Doriana’s network in Hutt Space spoke of a slow mobilisation, but with such a decentralised force, conflicting interests, and a distinct lack of military experience, it would be years if not decades before the Hutts were prepared for a war.

The liberation of Tatooine actually made Vader feel a little more at peace. Over thirty years ago her had promised his mother that he would return to free the slaves. This felt like he was finally keeping his word. The appointing of Shmi to the position of Governor of Tatooine only further exemplified this feeling. Though she was also busy caring for the young Skywalker, his mother had already proved invaluable in directing his efforts towards the planet. Tatooine had a much smaller population than Arkanis or Ryloth, but it was significant to his cause nonetheless. At Shmi’s request, he had begun construction on a large inter-community hyper-rail. Connecting the planet together would speed up its development exponentially.

Of course, there was the issues of the Jawas and the Tuskens, but Vader already had plans in place before the planet was ceded to him. The Jawas would slowly lose their relevance as more technology began flowing into the planet and would soon have to give up their nomadic life. The Tuskens posed a bigger threat, but a series of offensive operations into the desert quickly disavowed the beasts of any illusions as to who commanded the planet. After a few villages were made example of by Daline’s supercommandos, the Tuskens began slowly relocating to the other side of the planet. Other details immediately arose from his planetary campaign. Most notably, a small tribe of Wookies had sworn life-debts to him. The Tribe of the Orange Sands nearly singlehandedly freed themselves and respected Vader as their saviour. For now, they protected his mother and young Skywalker, launching rescue missions to other Wookies still enslaved in the outer rim on a rotating basis.

In the aftermath of Jabba’s abdication, Vader wasted no time consolidating his Empire. Many planets lay between Arkanis, Ryloth, and Tatooine. None had a high population, but this only made them easier to bring into his domain. Their annexation secured the hyperlanes and opened up the door for colonisation. Ryloth could barely sustain its own population and slaves across the outer rim – who had heard whispers of a land where all where free – had begun to trickle into his territory. The addition of new planets such as Issor and the Regency Worlds provided the foundation to a solution. By settling escaped slaves and Twi’lek colonists on these planets, not only was he alleviating the teetering population situation on Ryloth, but he was bringing development to these previously ignored planets.

Over the months that followed, Vader invested hugely into initiatives and projects across his Empire. Many of these were able to be accomplished without the help of the Banking Clan, as much of his Empire had begun to turn a profit. Ryloth especially had transformed into the jewel of Vader’s Empire, exporting high-end textiles across his domain. The Issori and Odenji exported meat en masse to the surrounding worlds. Much of this meat found its way to Tatooine, improving the planet’s food security. The Regency Worlds predominantly exported ore and mining equipment which was quickly put to use wherever possible.

What had shocked Vader most was the vast potential of the Tatoo system. Adriana was a gas giant full of possibility; there was untapped reserves of Tibanna gas across the planet. Adriana’s ice rings were similarly untapped, featuring only barely enough production to supply Tatooine’s population. The planet’s moons were full of minerals, and the second planet in the system, Ohann, was a gas giant abundant with hydrogen. The economic potential for the system was immense. If they built up the spaceports and constructed refineries, Tatooine’s wealth would skyrocket. It didn’t take long to figure out why the system had remained unexploited. It was for the same reason the rest of his Empire had been treated so poorly by the Hutts; to keep the population weak so their spice smuggling business would flourish.

Not anymore.

Daline didn’t like leaving Vader’s side. He was their leader, and everything that was important would happen wherever and whenever he was. But, as she served him, she would follow his orders implicitly. Lord Vader had sensed her disproval when sending her off on this mission and told her that due to the sensitive nature of the mission, he would only send his most trusted followers. And damn straight Daline and her clan should be his most trusted. There were none more loyal and more competent than the squad she was leading on Scarif.

Vader lamented that he would have taken the trip to the ancient ‘Sith’ planet himself, but his constant presence was required to push the Empire forwards. At the same time, he insisted the caches of data located in an ancient structure known as the Citadel were too important to his plans. He needed what was on the planet as quickly as possible. Daline Vizsla was not one to disappoint.

Lord Vader’s codes got them through the planetary shield without any hassle. The manual unlocking was a little slow, but she knew that when they eventually were able to staff the planet traffic would be able to flow easier. She smiled to herself behind the helmet. Vader’s lessons were really taking effect on her, she was truly beginning to become a leader.

“General,” the Mandalorian slicer she brought to hack the systems stated with a hint of confusion. “I’ve got access. There’s… a lot. The boss is really aiming high, isn’t he?”

“What is it? What’s in the system?”

“I can see schematics for ships, starfighters, weapons, armour… uniforms..?”

She glanced over the volumes of data in awe. “Download it all. Lord Vader will want access to this as soon as possible. I don’t know how he knew of this place, but when we implement a fraction of this…” the possibilities were endless.

Governor Jyllian Cariss sat at Vader’s right, reading the figures on her datapad. She, and the other governors, were seated around a circular table which had a holographic projector in the centre of it. They sat in a room on the top level of what was formerly known as Parliament House. The Arkanis Sector Command Centre now was used to coordinate the running of the Empire. Usually several Mandalorian generals would have joined them, but this month all were busy overseeing various of Vader’s projects

“Immigration has increased by another forty percent this month,” Syndulla reported, “though the situation on Ryloth has improved greatly, we will need to send another round of colonists to the Regency Worlds.”

“We have already initiated preparations,” Governor Cycha Teeda boasted pridefully. “We have expanded facilities on New Ator to boost agricultural production exponentially, all we need now is the workforce. You may send the colonists to us whenever you are ready.”

“I sincerely hope this production does not risk damaging the value of our meat exports!” Governor Fahs Oxsor of Issor demanded.

“Perish the thought! We will primarily be increasing our vegetable and grain exports. When production kicks off on Vasch, the Regency Worlds will truly become the breadbasket of the Lower Outer Rim!”

“Is there anything else relevant to Ryloth?” Vader interjected, cutting off the bickering governors.

“Construction has slowed significantly. The Twi’lek don’t want to work menial labour jobs anymore. A cost of liberation, but one I am pleased to pay.”

“Construction has proved slow in the Tatoo system as well,” Governor Shmi – his mother – agreed. “This is limiting our advancement. The manufacturing sectors have begun to take off, but we don’t have the workforce to develop both that and the system’s mines and refineries.”

“I will provide a solution to your construction problem shortly. When Daline returns from her mission we shall embark to Geonosis.”

“The bugs?” Governor Teeda remarked. “Are you sure that’s a good idea my lord?”

“If we do not bring them into the fold, others will. It is in our best interest to avoid hostilities with the Geonosians.”

“I hear their planet boasts of many droid factories as well,” Cariss added, seeing her opening. The other governors began nodding their heads as well.

“Indeed,” Vader agreed, “a further boon, if I succeed.”

Jyllian smiled. “I have yet to see you fail.”

“If I may,” Governor Teeda interjected.

“You may,” Vader responded with a nod.

“What is this mission you sent this Dalee woman on? It is unusual for the mercenary to leave your side.”

“Watch your tongue, Governor, lest you lose it. Daline has been sent to an ancient Sith world to retrieve data which will allow me to begin setting further plans into place. Governor Skywalker, you may expect new designs to begin production within the week.”

For those who enjoy a visual representation, here is the current borders of Vader's Empire, or at least, the territory he has direct control over. The leaders of these worlds have all sworn loyalty to Vader and are operating independantly of the Republic, but it has yet to gain attention from said Republic. This is because there is a history of people in the outer rim seizing power and implimenting their own systems. Usually, if the situation is bad enough, the Republic dispatched Jedi to deal with them but as Vader has liberated slaves, implimented social programs, and brought peace to these regions, they have gotten no attention from the Republic. The Republic only cares when the situation is bad enough to warrant Jedi intervention, but there is a history of the Republic leaving the outer rim to simply suffer. There is no reason to expect that Vader - who has been careful to avoid attention - would be on the Republic's radar at all. Sidious, on the other hand... Who could say for sure?

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Running an empire was much less tedious when one had competent leaders.

In the days of Palaptine’s Empire, Vader was constantly stifled by bureaucrats and politicians appointed by his Master. Be it a Moff, Grand Moff, or adviser, there was little Vader could do when Palpatine’s incompetent cronies invoked the Emperor’s authority. The old man was so obsessed with keeping his power he divided his own empire so that nothing could ever truly get done.

But here, in his own personal fiefdom, he had no such issue. Vader had no time for sycophants and fools. He had an Empire to run and nothing would stand in the way of it. Vader enforced a system of meritocracy where any who displayed talent and had the willpower could ascend to positions of leadership. This system was perfectly received by the Mandalorians and former slaves. There had been a few politicians who had attempted to suck up to him to secure power but those efforts were quickly shut down. If somebody wanted his support, they would need to prove themselves worthy of it.

Daline’s mission to Scarif had been a success. In the future he would establish a much stronger presence on the planet, but for now he would settle for having reset the codes so Palpatine couldn’t reach it. Scarif was an important planet because of the information it contained. Palpatine was not a creative man; he was a man stuck in the past, desperate to relive the Sith Empire of old. He saw himself as the second coming of Valkorian. The fool.

In this delusional quest he found the ancient hidden Sith fortress world of Scarif, a planet not on any map in the galaxy outside of long-forgotten Sith relics. This fortress contained back-up information for schematics on ships, uniforms, everything a wannabe Immortal Emperor would need to play pretend. It was Vader who actually upgraded them and made them useful. He would do so once more, but with creative freedom servitude to his former master did not allow him.

Vader marched through the catacombs beneath the Progate Temple. Poggle the Lesser guided him swiftly, leading him towards the queen. The Geonosian radiated caution, but also curiosity. He saw Daline recheck her flamethrower out of the corner of his eye again. At least if things went poorly his Mandalorian escort would make quick work of their opposition. The finally emerged into main throne room, where a familiar enormous Geonosian clicked in curiosity and anticipation.

<My Queen,> Poggle bowed, gesturing at Vader and his entourage, <I present Lord Vader, of the Galactic Empire.>

<I have heard of no such Empire. What trickery is this?>

“There is no trickery, only a proposal. An offer which will bring profit and security to Geonosis.”

<The Trade Federation has made similar claims, why should the hive follow you?>

“The Federation is corrupt and is run by cowards. The Geonosian people are anything but, you are a people of productivity and progress. The Federation would squander this. Allow me to show you what I offer.”

Daline tapped at her wrist and a large set of holograms were projected into the air.

“This,” Vader pointed at the largest projection, “is the current territory of my movement. For now we are not on the radar of the Republic, an oversight they will regret in the long run. This,” he pointed at a set of graphs, “is the comparison of the economic and social situation on these planets before and after I took command. And this,” he pointed at the last pair of graphs, “is the expected growth for Geonosis if you join my Empire.”

<Your Empire? You presume much, Lord Vader.>

“Queen Karina, I am not a man you want as an enemy. But let me put your fears to rest. Your power would not change in the slightest, if anything, it will grow exponentially. The Stalgasin hive will remain yours to command. I only require your political, economic, and social participation in my Empire.”

<How can we trust you?>

“It is me or the Trade Federation. One is a corporation bent on growing richer, one is an empire set on liberation nd prosperity. The choice is yours.”

“The Smuggler’s run has finally fallen,” General Tazik Ordo reported via hologram, “the criminals fought to the last man. That should be the last major Hutt holdout in Imperial space.”

“One less knife pointed at Ryloth’s back,” Syndulla remarked. “Good work, General. What is the status of the rest of our operations?”

“Lamaredd is secure,” Major Brantt boasted. Cham knew the man was grinning behind his helmet. “The data here shows the mines haven’t been tapped anywhere near their full potential. Once we set up a colony a lot of ore’s going to start flowing.”

“Plenty of minerals on Gaulus too,” Major Kauv reported. “We have a similar situation. Primitive planet without the means to exploit their resources. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a colony operational. My men are already surveying the mountains on the northern continent. We’ve found a good position for an initial base.”

“Hold your positions, Majors. Continue surveying and begin working on colonisation plans for as early as next month.”

“Yes sir,” they both saluted simultaneously.

“The Regency Worlds have already pushed up the Crystal Passage and the Cranan-Excarga route,” Syndulla explained, viewing the territorial expansions on his office’s wall display. “We won’t be able to push any further north. Colonel Groja, what’s the status of our expansion into Shimia and Orvax?”

“Shimia willingly joined our sector,” the seasoned woman explained, expressionless. “They’re a primitive people, but your representative is already drafting plans to integrate and modernise the planet.”

“And Orvax?”

“The campaign is going well but the sheer number of enemy combatants has slowed us down. We’ll wipe the slavers off the face of the galaxy by month’s end.”

“Very well. Maintain operations and expect reinforcements by the end of the week.”

The Majors and Colonel disconnected to return to their forces, but General Ordo remained on the line.

“Governor, what’s the news on Ryloth?”

“Our past gets more unrecognisable by the day. It’s almost unbelievable that we used to be a slave world. Clean water runs across the planet, and our textile industry is booming. Those new uniforms Vader gave us are being mass produced for the military and administration. My new uniform and plaque should be arriving this weekend.”

“Any word from Admiral Wren’s northern expansion?”

“I hear Pii and Piroket have been secured. The Faroon worlds were hard-fought but when the slave population revolted the Hutts that remained didn’t last long. It feels good to bring our newfound prosperity and wealth to our neighbours.”

“This is the way.”

“This is the way. Have you seen the recent cultural statistics for the Ryloth Sector? Mandalorian has just crossed forty percent.”

“You’re a strong people. The Mandalore was right to free you. It has been my honour to serve in this sector.”

“You must understand my scepticism,” Lady Kresh implored, “there is no way that these rumours are founded in truth. Arkanis? Tatooine? Ryloth? You would have us believe this ‘Empire’ freed these planets and fixed their issues? Impossible.”

Cariss held back a sigh, hiding her frown behind her glass of wine. She leant back a little into her chair. When Lord Vader informed the administration that new uniforms and rank plaques were being rolled out Jyllian had been concerned. Uniforms looked rather uncomfortable, after all. But this new dark grey uniform – fit with a plaque of blue, red, and yellow squares – was actually fairly comfortable and (if she was being honest) rather aesthetic.

“Lady Kresh,” Cariss spoke after finishing her glass, “I did not come to Christophsis to waste either of our time. Lord Vader would have come himself if he were not overseeing our northeastern expansion. The situation there is somewhat delicate.”

“Jyllian, we’re friends, no? I remember our days in the senate like it was yesterday. This deception is beneath you and I’m a little insulted.”

“Rilla, your own investigations corroborated what we are saying. Travel with me to Arkanis if you must, allow me to show you our refurbished cities, our shipyards, our ports.”

“The Governor isn’t a liar,” Jango interjected defensively, swallowing a piece of Arkani fish. “Don’t insult her honour.”

Lady Kresh leant in conspiratorially, as if Jango wouldn’t be able to hear her. “Mandalorians? Seriously?”

“Don’t insult my friends and colleagues. The Mandalorians drove out the Hutts and have secured out borders. I hear Christophsis has been suffering pirate raids recently? Has the Republic offered any assistance?”

“Rhetorical questions don’t become you, Jyllian, we both know how useless the Republic is.”

“I am offering you an alternative. Your electronics and technology exports would allow Lord Vader to finally invest in grander projects. Your ores would do the same. In return I can guarantee Christophsis permanent food and water security, colonisation opportunities, and an end to piracy and privateering your system.”

“There are billions of lifeforms on Christophsis, Jyllian. There’s no slavery, no oppression here. How will we justify submitting ourselves to some unknown Mandalorian overlord?”

“The Mandalore is no despot,” Jango interjected again, before returning to silence.

“Lord Vader encourages autonomy for the systems and sectors. The Governors of the systems have a lot of room to run things we see fit. He expects competency and creativity, not blind obedience. If a system isn’t performing optimally, he may intercede to help the governor find a solution, but he’s running an entire Empire – he doesn’t have the time to micromanage.”

“Hmm. It is a tempting offer.”

“How much longer will it take to convince you? I still have systems to run, Rilla.”

“Forgive me for enjoying the company of the best friend I haven’t seen in years,” Lady Kresh remarked with a roll of the eyes. Cariss snorted. “Fine. The piracy has gotten out of hand. Christophsis will join your Empire, but I expect you to fulfill all promises.”

“Lord Vader is not one to disappoint.”

“I assume I’ll become governor of the Christoph System?” she asked innocently.

“I was tasked with finding a suitable candidate. I shall inform Lord Vader that I have found her.”

Whoohoo, another loose use of time! I know the story kind of moves quickly at points, but I've got to give room for the various projects and initiative's to actually complete. Be it construction, colonisation, or financial development, this takes months and years, not hours and days. Here's another map. Two maps. I tried to do a zoom-outed version (there's got to be a better way to word that) but it's not as high quality. Regardless, it should help visualise where the Empire fits on the galactic map (see second map).

If you are wondering where I am getting the map from, I am using this Galactic Map. Here, you can see that Vader's Empire isn't that huge yet. If you're wanting to see where I go for the Imperial ranks, I use the chart made here.

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“Governor Cariss, you continue to impress me.” Carris beamed as Vader slowly paced around her office. “Your success on Christophsis only further proves my trust was not misplaced.”

“Thank you, Lord Vader.”

“The population of our Empire has nearly doubled from this single acquisition. A tremendous boon, signalling a turning point for my plans.”

“Governor Kresh has approved of my colonisation proposals. The Christophsians will be immigrating in great numbers within the years. My analysts expect they’ll raise the standards of living even further.”

“Good.”

“We can expect the drop in tariffs as well. Ril- Governor Kresh is keen to raise the export taxes on the Republic, now that Christophsis is no longer dependant on their food and water imports.”

“I approve. The Governor is already proving herself useful, you chose well.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Have the Geonosian droids been as beneficial as I had hoped?”

“Oh gods yes,” Cariss agreed quickly before catching herself, embarrassed. It took her moments to revert to the Vader-esque businessy tone he approved of so much. “I mean, indeed they have. The B1s are fairly modular so our slicers and tech experts have been able to configure them to whatever tasks we need them too.”

Vader remained silent, so she continued.

“They’ve been primarily distributed to handle maintenance, traffic control, port work, and to assist construction. The modified B2s have been tasked with construction and port work too. Many have also been assigned to security positions. The rate our economic growth is projected to increase by. Is incredible”

“You have done well, however you will need to find yourself a replacement.”

“W-what?” she sputtered out, dropping her datapad to the floor.

“Indeed. One might say you have done too well. It is clear your talents are being wasted working as a Governor.” Vader walked up to the desk and placed a rank plaque with an extra column in front of her. “I believe you will be better suited to coordinating the Arkanis Sector. I know you will not disappoint me, Moff Cariss. Select a replacement for the governorship by the end of the week. That will be all.”

Vader marched out of the room without so much as looking back at her. The first thing Jyllian did was take a deep breath and sighed. She genuinely thought she was about to be fired. Gods Vader made her anxious. The second thing she did was examine the new rank plaque. She would not disappoint him.

Like many, Shmi’s life had been turned around within seconds by the mysterious Lord Vader. He united people who were divided, he freed those who were oppressed, he fed those who were hungry. At the same time, he maintained an aura of invisibility and fear, remaining fairly unknown to the general populace of the Empire.

The man felt so familiar… yet she couldn’t figure out why.

Anakin – her son, not Lord Vader – was over a year old now. Shmi had resigned herself to servitude for life. She had resigned herself to having to raise her son in slavery. But all that had changed. Now she was a governor, with the clothes, apartment, staff, and enormous planetary command centre that came with it.

Now she dedicated herself not just to building a better society for everyone else, but a better future for her son. The Tatoo system became a major resource and manufacturing hub under her and Vader’s guidance. Tens of millions willingly lived on Tatooine seeking prosperity or freedom. The major cities were connected by a series of hyper-rails, cutting transport costs by over four hundred percent. Commerce boomed and, with the addition of Christophsis to the Empire, consumer goods flooded the markets. Tatooine had become a predominantly self-expanding system, allowing Shmi to develop projects around the system as she saw fit.

Aside from her rail initiative, she had heavily invested in ecological research. Scientists within the Tatoo Rejuvenation Program worked tirelessly to reverse the environmental damage that had plagued Tatooine for millennia. Tatooine would never become the lush world it once had, but the TRP was confident they could lower global temperatures and increase the habitability of the world.

Tatooine had also established a close relationship with their Geonosian neighbours, many of whom had moved between the systems to establish minor colonies. The first true cities had begun to spring up on Tatooine, aided by the Geonosians and their droids. Furthermore, utilising technology imported from their new allies, the TRP had successfully created and implemented a full energy grid into the planet powered completely by solar energy. It cost little to run and maintain, allowing Shmi to provide free electricity to everyone.

Her current project – her most important work thus far, in her opinion – was kickstarting an Imperial mental health program. The Empire was built on freedom, but those who were freed had experienced trauma no sentient being should ever have to go through. The less said about slavery the better, but there was serious damage done to enough beings to make her sick. Vader wholeheartedly supported this project and threw infinite resources in her direction. Psychologists from Christophsis eagerly joined her in her ambitions and created the backbone of the Imperial Mental Health Services. It was difficult to find experienced mental health professionals, but with the funding and support Shmi had access too, it was only a matter of time before it succeeded across the Empire.

If holograms could project feelings through the force, Governor Teeda’s would be radiating enough arrogance and pride to put Grand Moff Tarkin himself to shame. “Construction of the first portion of the Cirus shipyards has reached completion, my lord, and six months ahead of schedule.”

His arrogance, Vader begrudgingly accepted, was well-placed. The governor was a competent project manager who could crush any deadline with ease. “Excellent news, Governor. I take it capital ship production can begin commencing effective immediately?”

“Of course! In fact, I was able to upgrade the designs to account for six ships instead of the original four you requested. It did mean that we went overbudget by four percent, but I thought you would view this as an acceptable trade.”

“You assumed correctly, Governor Teeda. Your efforts have been noted,” Vader nodded before turning his attention to the next hologram. “Supervisor Dyx,” he addressed the Twi’lek engineer, “is the Harrower-class dreadnaught ready for development?”

“Yes, my lord. And might I say, your advice was greatly appreciated. Were you an engineer before you started the whole Empire thing? These plans are thousands of years old yet you managed to nearly singlehandedly modernise and adapt the design, improving it by all metrics I can measure.”

Vader cut in as the overeager engineer took a deep breath. “I have experience, yes. We may discuss more when your team is prepared to begin work on my starfighter corps. For now, have you finished adapting the designs to meet our current technology, resources, and production capability?”

“Yes, yes, I have already personally delivered the completed schematics to the Superintendent.”

Superintendent Gravin, the stern woman recently appointed to oversee the new shipyards, took this opportunity to step in. “I’ve taken the liberty of readying supply chains and the workforce, my lord. I estimate production can begin within the week, and the first dreadnaughts will be deployed before the year’s end.”

“I’m looking forwards to commanding these,” Admiral Wren stated with appreciation. “These Banking Clan ships are clunky and unimaginative. Your new designs seem much better. You’ve designed a versatile ship, Lord Vader.”

“The value of starfighters is not to be underestimated. Existing dreadnaughts either lack the numbers necessary to turn a battle or lack the capability to deploy and utilise this advantage effectively.”

“Oh I can’t wait to see what designs you come up with for the starfighters,” Supervisor Dyx exclaimed almost giddily.

“I am finalising my adjustments. You will have them by Taungsday.”

“The Cirus planetary manufacturing facilities are completely prepared to begin production,” Governor Teeda boasted. “When we have your designs, you shall have your starfighters.”

“We cannot reveal ourselves until the Empire can stand strong against potential enemies. You have done well. As you were.”

No sooner had Vader terminated the meeting had C-3PO nervously hobbled into the room. It was a bit sentimental of him to track down the personality matrix and have it installed into a new body, but no one would know but him. C-3PO was an efficient secretary – it turned out that, when not placed in consistently dangerous scenarios, the droid became a lot more personable and a lot less stressed. Plus, it put a smile on his face when whoever he invited to his office had to deal with him. No one expected their enigmatic leader to have such a cheery aide. Curry, at least, until confronted with the slightest stressful situation.

“Lord Vader! Lord Vader!”

“What is it, Threepio?”

“Lord Vader, it’s General Fett!” he exclaimed, melodramatically waving his hands in the air. “He’s demanding you grant him an appointment! I tried to inform him he needed to go through the proper channels but clearly this man has no concept of protocol or-”

“It’s fine,” Vader interrupted, cutting him off with a grim smile, “let him in.”

“Hmph! Very well, but you shouldn’t be rewarding this childish behaviour.”

The gold-plated droid pouted as he left Vader’s office and it wasn’t long until Jango barged in angrily. He thumped his helmet down on the table. Vader raised an eyebrow at the Mandalorian.

“Get that Vizsla bitch up here right now.”

“I hope you have a good rea-”

“You’re damn right I have a good reason! I’ve just found out my sister’s not dead, she’s being held captive by Clan Vizsla! She’s the only blood I have left and-”

Vader leant forwards and tapped his desk’s comm. “Daline, would you join me in my office, thank you.”

“I strongly believe this is a misunderstanding,” Vader voiced, waving a finger, “we will sort this out shortly. You would do well to calm yourself. I will resolve this issue but you must place your trust in me.”

“Its not like I have much choice.”

“Have a care, General” Vader implored, fixing his uniform, “if there’s anything I value most, it is family. I once had a wife and I killed many to keep her safe. I will resolve this.”

Jango visibly calmed and took a seat. It wasn’t long until Daline, dressed in uniform rather than her armour, joined them in the office. Vader gestured for her to take a seat.

“Daline, we have a situation. Jango has accused Clan Vizsla of holding his sister captive.”

The Mandalorian radiated shock and anger. “What?! This can’t be, I released all prisoners the day you gave the order!” The force told Vader she was telling the truth, though Jango didn’t seem so believing. He threw a projector onto the table which showed a picture of an injured man.

“This is Ty Fett. He escaped a Death Watch facility on Gargon. He swore on his oath that they were abusing him and their other prisoners, including Arla, my sister, as revenge on me!”

Before Vader could offer a solution, Daline’s face turned to stone and she stood up. “My lord, requesting permission to take Jango and a squad of supercommandos to Gargon.”

Jango looked disbelieving at first but then stood tall as well in solidarity. “What will you do?” Vader asked.

Daline gave him a resolute stare. “Free any prisoners and kill those responsible.”

“Good. I expect a full report when you return.”

“Of course, my lord. With your permission..?”

“You may leave.”

“Thank you.”

Jango only gave him a respectful nod and briskly walked out after Daline, bumping into C-3PO.

“Oh how rude!”

For those wondering about the Harrower-class dreadnaughts, you will find the image I believe represents the ship best right here.

For anyone wanting to see the current regional political structure, please read below:

Ruler: Lord Vader

Arkanis Sector - Moff Jyllian Cariss

• Arkanis (sector capital) - Governor Farll Sindian
• Tatooine - Governor Shmi Skywalker
• Issor - Governor Fahs Oxsor
• Regency Worlds - Governor Cycha Teeda
• Geonosis - Governor Poggle
• Ryloth - Governor Cham Syndulla
• Christophsis - Governor Rilla Kresh

For anyone nerdy about ranks, allow me to clarify my structure of the regional government:

• Grand Moff - Oversector (multiple sectors)
• Moff - Sector (multiple systems)
• Governor - Typically one to three systems (This number can increase as population and culture demands. For example, the Regency Worlds encompasses over ten systems)
• Prefect - A planet

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The fact that Daline served with Death Watch caused her nothing but shame. Sure, she was young and impressionable, but the fact she couldn’t see how terrible the faction was sickened her. These final remnants of the organisation had become little more than terrorists and slavers, running a minor criminal organisation out of Mandalorian Space. She was grateful for the chance to put the dying traitorous faction out of its misery. She sighed as her captive, their leader, Pre Vizsla, began angrily rambling again.

“…pathetic, do you hear me? We could have been great! We were on the verge of victory, you nev…”

She tuned him out, nodding at the nearest supercommando to give her cousin another brutal hit to the gut. His pained yelp brought the hint of a smirk to her face. Pre coughed up blood and tried to press his cuffed hands against the affected area to no avail. They had stripped him of his armour and tied him to the most uncomfortable chair they could find.

“…traitor to our Clan! And for what? That usurper? What did he offer you to get you to betray your people! That scheming invader, are you fucking him? Is that i-”

Daline pulled out her Kal and stabbed it into his thigh, twisting it sharply. Her prisoner screamed and squirmed in his chair, shouting at her troops to save him like the pathetic coward he was.

“Say what you want about me, but you do not insult the Mandalore. You are a Womp Rat, a weak little creature that preys on the weak. Do not speak to me about honour or loyalty. If you open your mouth again you will lose your tongue.”

She yanked the dagger out of him – eliciting another scream – and returned to lazily leaning against the wall. Merely moments after, an absolutely infuriated Jango barged into the room, kicking Pre in the face with enough force to knock him backwards.

“You’re lucky torture is illegal in Imperial space, else I’d be bringing you back with me stretch this out.” He turned to Daline. “You can all go back to the ship. I’ll be back in twenty.”

She shared a nod with Jango before putting her helmet back on and leading her troops back to the transport. After what she’d seen at this facility, she had absolutely no qualms about leaving Pre to his fate.

“Death Watch dies today,” she remarked.

Every month saw Ryloth develop more and more. Moff Syndulla sipped his drink as his chief administrators finished their weekly briefing. The promotion came shortly after Cariss’, and he gladly accepted.

The textile industry turned out to be the greatest investment for the economy in Ryloth’s history. The planet had all the resources required, and, with droids handling most of the labour at the refineries, their facilities were able to function at full capacity. The factories were primarily manned by the Twi’leks, and the industry employed tens of millions million around the planet.

Cham had nationalised the entire industry from the start, refusing to allow the chance for any greedy businessmen to corrupt it. The extreme profits generated from being the textile backbone of the Outer Rim were immediately shifted to other areas. Cham’s current project was constructing a major orbital station to cut down transport costs and environmental damages from inter-atmospheric travel. By creating a middle ground in orbit, transports would be able to dock with the station to transfer goods, reducing stress on the planet’s traffic systems.

Things were looking up for Ryloth, and there was no sign of that changing in the slightest. Twi’leks were the second most populous species in the Empire and were merging with the Mandalorians effortlessly. Clan Ordo especially had become an ingrained part of Ryloth, and hundreds of thousands immigrated to join their Twi’lek brothers-in-arms. With population, prosperity, and development going through the roof, nearly a hundred thousand Twi’lek had settled on the previously uninhabited moon, opening an entire other surface for development.

At the tail end of the Corellian Run, similar advancements were occurring. The sector’s mining industry, enhanced through the importing of Geonosian droids, was booming. Just about every major ore and mineral was being tapped and exported. A decent chunk was transported to Cirus and other projects around the Empire, but the sheer volume of ore being produced and refined meant that vast profits could be generated being exported to the Republic.

Cham got along well with Moff Cariss and Governor Skywalker. They formed a powerful triumvirate in the Empire, allowing total self-sufficiency for each other and to develop various inter-system and inter-sector projects. Governor Skywalker’s recent mental health initiative had received popular support from the people of Ryloth. Many reached out to their friends and relatives who had found success working in psychology in the Core worlds, recalling them back to Ryloth. Cham decided to take this a step further and initiated a series of reforms targeted at introducing a better and more streamlined Imperial Healthcare Service. The many doctors of Ryloth happily moved around the Empire to bring free healthcare to its citizens, and there were now major government medical facilities in every major city.

Though many of his aides and administrators were intimidated by Vader, Cham actually got along rather well with the man. They both shared an immense distaste for politics, had an avid interest in military history, and could throw around ideas over a glass of Tatoo Rum every month or so. He liked to tease Vader for the ‘throne room’ he had on Arkanis, atop the Arkanis Sector Command Centre. Vader had a severe antipathy for opulence and extravagance, yet it still slipped through in his own unique way. Of course, running an empire, he understood the need for a central area he could receive dignitaries and deal with major disputes, but he knew that Vader preferred to work within his fairly austere office.

When outside of battle – which occurred less and less for the Empire’s ruler – Vader had taken to wearing a dark burgundy version of the standard Imperial uniform with a black cape, entirely absent of any ranking or adornments. It was simple, but it did the job just fine. All in all, it reinforced that Vader was not a man out for power for the sake of power. Like Cham, it was a tool to better the lives of his people.

Jango leant back into his chair. He was seated for the month’s meeting of Imperial High Command, a primarily military focused council focused on shaping and designing the future of the Empire through strategic planning. Often Moff Cariss would sit in on the meetings, in addition to any of the other regional governors relevant to the conversation, but for today it was only the military high command and Hego Damask. Fett was in a much better mood today. His sister was in a medically induced coma but the doctors were confident in her full physical recovery. He tuned back into Vader, examining the figures sent to his datapad.

“By the time the Republic is aware of the true nature of our existence, we must be prepared for a potential military confrontation. Currently there are too many hyperlanes leading into the Empire. We must begin laying plans to rectify this issue to place us in a more defensible position.” Vader zoomed out on the map, highlighting several planets. “If we can expand up to Mon Gazza, Farstine, and Molovar – if not Manda and Lyran – we can fortify the core of our Empire, protecting our interests amidst further expansion.”

Jango leaned forwards and examined the map closer. “The guaranteed border with Hutt Space means that even if the Republic blocks our expansion, we can focus our efforts on the Hutts instead.”

“My network has informed me that the Hutts have pulled back to Gamorr,” Doriana informed the room. “They are investing heavily into turning it into a fortress world.”

“An issue for later. For now we must secure our borders.”

“Six dreadnaughts will not be enough,” Admiral Wren declared. “For our current borders, the navy we’ll have by year’s end will suffice, but for the scale of operations you’re considering, if we don’t have at least four times the numbers we’ll be stretched too thin.”

Commodore Gobi Gile tapped at his datapad and frowned, his lekku twitching slightly. “Starfighter production should be able to meet the minimum numbers required, but I’m with the admiral. We’ll be too stretched thin.

“I have a plan for that, Admiral, Commodore. You will lead an expedition to Rothana to convince the planet and its corporations to support us. Their shipyards will provide more than enough ships for such a navy.”

“Rothana Heavy Engineering is a firm ally of the Republic,” Damask’s hologram informed. “The Kaut Drive Yards subsidiary will prove rather difficult to persuade. I can convince several high-level executives to support you, but this will prove a difficult endeavour. Neither corporation will wish to supply a rogue warlord state. You must convince them the Empire is much more.”

“General Ordo,” Vader commanded, “you will prepare and oversee our western expansion. You will secure Llanic, Zhar, and Farstine.”

“Yes sir, but it won’t be easy, or cheap. There’ll be many former Hutt strongholds. Nearly a hundred million inhabitants too.”

“The western Hutt influence has been crippled without direct access to Hutt Space. If you encounter too much resistance will deal with the Hutt slime myself.”

“Permission to use the new Twi’lek legions? My clan’s adopted nearly a million Twi’lek since liberating Ryloth. Over half are ready and willing to fight. I’ll need the numbers.”

“Granted. Furthermore, General, you will remain in the west upon completion of your tasks. We will need to set up a new civilian administration and I will need you as my representative to oversee the consolidation of all systems south of the Triellus Trade Route. You will select a suitable location for a new sector capital, and assist with the full integration of the region.”

“Understood.”

“Admiral Wren, can I trust you to prepare and oversee the expansion to Mon Gazza after your mission to Rothana?”

“Yes sir.”

“Leave Rodia to Moff Cariss, the rest of the operation is yours. General Bralor, you will be in command of the eastern expansion. Secure Molovar and await further instruction.”

The silent Mandalorian nodded.

“There is one last item to be discussed. Until now, our loose military command system has functioned well enough. As we are growing far larger, I can no longer allow the military to remain divided based on clan. Effective immediately I am introducing a total unified command structure. We will have maximum cohesion if and when hostilities break out with a hostile political or criminal entity. Threepio, transfer the documents now. You will all ensure this is implemented completely as soon as possible. Are there any questions?” Vader paused, receiving none. “Good. You may begin your tasks.”

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Vader wondered if the force truly favoured him.

Thusfar, there had been no major obstacles in his rise to power. He learnt his lesson about the weakness of overconfidence on Mustafar so he refused to let this perfect situation go to his head, but, within the confines of his private quarters, he allowed himself to feel pleased with his accomplishments.

Sometimes, the force did more than simply stand aside. Sometimes, Vader experienced the precognition that plagued him when he was a whelp. Yet now, with experience, Vader was stronger at forcing clarity into these visions. Tonight, it was clear that the force wanted him to save someone else. From who, he wondered, to be replied with an image of Palpatine. He required little more convincing.

“Daline,” he spoke through his comm, “ready the Twilight. Bring our best supercommandos.”

“Where are we going?”

“Orsis.”

“Thank you,” Damask stated with appreciation to C-3PO, accepting the cup of tea.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been on the Imperial Capital, Lord Vader will be displeased to have missed you.”

“I would hope so, Threepio. I am disappointed to have missed him.”

“A shame that he is currently preoccupied with another mission. Lord Vader is a most impressive ruler. May I pass on any messages?”

“Yes, I suppose you could. Very well. I have spent the past half year on Coruscant. There is an abundance of rumours about an Outer Rim warlord, raging from a rogue Hutt to a slave liberator. Our measures of disguising the true extent of our realm have been largely successful, and our senators act as if nothing is out of the ordinary. As these rumours concern only the Outer Rim the senate pays it no attention.”

“A relief, then, that Senator Taa entered an early retirement. I hear he posed a rather concerning security leak.”

“Hh,” he chuckled, “Quite. However, there is the matter of Sidious. At first he wanted to incorporate this mysterious warlord into his plans, but he has begun to get… suspicious…”

“Dear me, is it that serious?”

“Vader’s accessing of the Citadel on Scarif was… rash. Palpatine is aware somebody has accessed the planet. I believe he has begun to suspect my involvement.”

“How dreadful! You must remain in Imperial Space for your own protection, or else you may be doomed!!”

“That time may very well be upon us, my friend, but I must neutralise but a few more targets before permanently relocating. The more I disrupt my soon-to-be former apprentice’s plans, the better.”

“I will personally deliver this report the moment Lord Vader returns from Orsis.”

“Orsis?”

“Yes, he left just yesterday evening.”

“Hm,” Damask shook his head, taking another sip. “I may have to move up my schedule.”

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Persuading the overseer to let him see the Zabrak was easy enough. Trezza had left Vader in his office with him. That made Trezza a lose end, but one he would be happy to finish off. The moment he had revealed he knew the truth of his history, the by practically turned feral and attacked him. This teenager was much different from the Maul he knew in his own timeline.

“Behave yourself,” Vader chided, holding the boy in place with the force.

Maul sneered at him and thrashed around. Vader sighed and took a seat, letting the Zabrak work out his energy. It didn’t take long for the boy to calm down.

“Are you done?” he asked, receiving an angry nod. “Good. Listen well. I want you to focus your thoughts on those two girls you were talking with just before. Yes, the human and the Nautolan. I could sense how close you are to them.”

“Leave them alone!”

“I’m not Sidious,” Vader scoffed, “I have no intentions of tormenting or killing your friends. The opposite, in fact. You see, your master will force you to kill every man and woman, every boy and girl, every animal in this academy. Including those girls you hold dear. You will be left with nothing but your anger and hatred. And him.”

“Kriff you,” the Zabrak spat.

“Watch your manners. And do you really think your master wouldn’t make you do it? The master who took you away from your family and abused you for over a decade? You’re seventeen and you’re slated to serve your master until he chooses to discard you.”

“That’s not…” Maul trailed off.

“Were you going to say true? That you couldn’t even say the word should tell you all you need to know.”

“You’re just trying to make me serve you instead! I won’t swap one master for another!”

Vader leant back into his chair and wiped the dust of his boots. “I used to be a slave on Tatooine. The Jedi took me away from my mother, leaving her to die. I will never take a slave. I will never be a master.”

“I sense the Dark Side in you,” Maul countered.

“Perhaps. I am no Sith. Followers from either side of the force are weak and shortsighted. The Jedi live the life of a priest, incapable of seeing past their own dogma and codes. The Sith are no better than animals, rabid beasts of raw emotion that need to be put down. You are not weak, Maul, what reason do you have to be loyal to your master?”

“I don’t… but I haven’t any reasons to be loyal to you either!”

“That is true. Let’s change that, shall we?” Vader released his grip on the force, lowering Maul to the floor. “This is what we’ll do. I will remain on my ship with my troops for no more than twenty-four hours. If you choose to escape on your own with your friends, I will not stop you. Sidious will hunt you down and I will not be able to help you. If you reach out to me through the force, we will storm the academy and bring you all with us if you are unable to reach us on our own. I promise to find your family and reunite you. If you choose to remain with your master… I would be disappointed to see you waste yourself.”

“What possible reason would I have to come with you?”

“I can offer sanctuary. A home. I am building an Empire where no Sith or Jedi can force their will. You could be a part of that. You could fight in our battles or life a simple life on a farm, it does not concern me. The force called to me to help you and that is what I hope to do. I will not enslave you, Maul, I suspect that would be too much effort,” he mused with a smirk. “Twenty-four hours, I will wait no longer.”

Maul paced back and forth in his room, pretending not to notice the smiles the girls were giving him. Undoubtedly they interpreted his current emotional state as ‘nervous’, which would be humorous if it wasn’t so preposterous. Again, the pair had pretty much divided his bedspace between them, leaving him prowling his floor.

“I don’t trust him,” Maul stated for what may have been the tenth time.

“You’d be crazy to,” Daleen agreed.

“It does sound nice though, doesn’t it?” Kilindi said with a pleasant sigh.

Maul stopped pacing and turned to face her, tilting his head slightly.

“The three of us, without masters, living our life the way we want? Think about it,” she rolled over from her back to her stomach. “The three of us are good. We could easily do just about anything. If we follow this Vader person, we could escape at any point.”

“He’s powerful,” Maul disagreed, resuming his pacing.

“So are we.”

“No,” he corrected, shutting his mouth instantly. He was moments away from revealing the truth. But if anyone should know, shouldn’t it be them? “He is strong in the force.”

“So he held you in the air,” Daleen started with a shrug.

“No, I could sense it. He may be even more powerful than my master.”

Kilindi and Daleen snapped up at that, all joviality draining from their aura. “Are you a Jedi?”

Maul actually nearly laughed at that. “I am Sith. We use the Dark Side. But Vader… he was neither. He was Dark, but not… all I could sense was pure power.”

“Then he could easily stop your master,” Kalina speculated. Maul knew the look she had on her face. The gears were turning. “So we escape after dinner, accept Vader’s offer, travel to his ‘empire’, and start building ourselves a new life.”

“You want to put our fates in the hands of this stranger?” Maul asked incredulously.

“I want to put our fates in our own hands,” she challenged.

“Plus,” Daleen added with a smile, “I’d love to meet your family.”

Modern technology was truly wonderful.

Being a general was a lot different to what one would expect. There was a hell of a lot of paperwork and meetings, and all but no actual combat. Jango took a while to adapt to his new position but he liked to think he had settled in rather well. Being responsible for the Home Fleet, Home Army, and Sector Command was… a lot… but it was a job he was damn good at.

This position had unexpectantly become simple enough to do remotely. He could do most of his meetings via hologram, and the majority of the work could be done from his makeshift office at home. This had allowed him to watch over Arla the moment the Arkani Capital Hospital had allowed him to bring her back with him. Bacta had completely healed her, but there were some scars no hospital could fix. Jango shuddered thinking of what might have happened if he never found her.

Arla was still confined to bedrest, but she wasn’t at risk of physical harm anymore. Jango took to doing most of his work from the comfortable (enough) chair next to her bed. She slept through most of the days so Jango made himself fully available whenever she was awake and had a team of doctors permanently on stand-by. The perks of being a general.

“Jango? Where’s Ark-ar-nish?”

“Arkanis,” he corrected with a gentle smile. Arla was always the bookish one of the pair. He knew she’d rather be corrected so she could learn as much as possible. “The southern outer rim.”

“Why did… Lord Vader?” Jango nodded. “Why did Lord Vader lead the clans here?”

“It’s a new beginning. We’ve liberated the slaves and spread the Way further than it’s reached in centuries. We’re doing good, Arla. Mandalorians are being welcomed as liberators, not conquerors.”

She smiled softly. “You really believe in him, don’t you?”

Jango leant back into his chair and shrugged. It was true. Vader had his support completely. “We’ll return to Mandalore one day.”

“What do you do now? You’re not in armour… are you injured?” Jango opened his mouth to respond but Arla cut him off, continuing her rambling. “No your clothes look more like a uniform. You’re an officer? You’d have to be high ranking to afford a place like this…”

“I’m a general,” he finally cut in, impressed by his sister’s deductive abilities. The years hadn’t changed that in the slightest. “Arkanis Sector Command. I work with the Moff and Governors to coordinate and- what’s so funny?”

Arla giggled. “You sound so respectable now, General Fett.”

Jango started laughing as well, squeezing his sister’s hand. “Don’t let the troops see me like this. You know what they call me? Iron Fett. This’ll shatter my reputation!”

Arla laughed even harder and Jango beamed. Some days she seemed really down and borderline unresponsive. Doctor Ni assured him she would heal over time, but that no one would be able to help her more than Jango. “Let me bring you some water.”

“I also don’t remember you being such a mother hen!” she shouted out as he walked to the kitchen.

Vader confidently walked out of the ship, hands clasped behind his back. Black-armoured Mandalorians backed him on either side, weapons at the ready. The Zabrak and his two companions held his gaze without a hint of fear.

“I take it you’ve decided to accept my offer?”

“We have,” Maul announced.

“Come, the flight to Arkanis will take a few hours. We will have much time to talk. The sooner we abandon this force-forsaken planet the better.”

“I like him already,” Kilindi whispered in their secret language. Maul rolled his eyes and Daleen snickered.

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Maul sneered at the anaemic-looking man leading them through the apartment building. Ensign Lek – or as Maul labelled him in his mind, the Runt – had been tasked with assigning them with quarters. Kilindi elbowed him in the ribs and gave him an admonishing shake of the finger, He rolled his eyes but lessened his glare. A little bit.

“Here is the first apartment. Lord Vader instructed that you would want plenty of room, so I secured this penthouse suite. Lord Vader is personally covering the expenses.”

Daleen whistled. “This is nice.”

“There’s only one bed,” Kilindi observed before giving him and Daleen a sinister smirk, “that shouldn’t be an issue.”

“I-I-, I- was instructed to assign all of you q-quarters. There are t-two m-”

“Congratulations,” Maul replied sardonically, “you have succeeded. Your serviced are no longer required.”

The Zabrak commanded the meek human out of the apartment, very nearly making the Runt wet himself. He shut the door behind them and surveyed the room. As instructed, there was plenty of open space in the centre of the room so they could spar and practice. There even seemed to be some extra space out on the balcony. Furthermore, the bedroom looked comfortable – something of which he was not used to. Maul was… willing to adjust.

“It will suffice.”

“We’re not on Orsis anymore,” Kilindi reproved while looking out the window at the sprawling city below. “You can stop acting so tough all the time. It’s just us.”

“I… will try.”

She turned and gave Maul a reassuring smile. Daleen squealed from the kitchen, attracting the other two rather quickly. They found her stuffing her face full of some sort of brown biscuit.

“I can’t believe they have chocolate cookies! We have to stay.”

“What is.. chocolate?” Maul inquired with a tilt of the head.

“I haven’t tried it either,” Kilindi shrugged.

Daleen gave them a look of utter disbelief and shoved a ‘cookie’ into each of their hands. “Try it. Now.”

To Maul’s chagrin, it was begrudgingly rather delightful. “It’s ok.”

“Maul…”

“Fine! It’s delicious!”

“Thank you.”

“The Empire just got itself another loyal subject,” Daleen proclaimed.

They got to work unpacking the limited things they had brought. A few pairs of clothes, some toiletries, and a few sentimental items (knives and daggers) were all the trio had. The Runt had informed them that they would be provided with anything else they needed within a day of putting in a request as they were considered VIPs. Kilindi opened a datapad and gave them both a look.

“Let’s get to work. What do we need?”

With Molovar secure, the Empire was within reach of Kamino at last. Vader didn’t want to move yet, however, as this would likely be the move that completely brought his Empire to Palpatine’s attention. General Bralor had performed admirably and thus far was the only general operating ahead of schedule. The Mandalorian had been so effective in his task that he had taken to mopping up the surrounding systems, pushing up to Lyran, and even establishing a secure route to Rothana.

With Rylothian ore flowing north-eastward – companioned by Geonosian workers and Arkani engineers – these new acquisitions were quickly fortified and integrated into the Empire. These systems soon received an abundance of high-end consumer goods from Christophsis and funds from the central banks to further develop the planets. The Empire had reached the point of near-total self-sufficiency Vader had strived for. Even the debts to the Banking Clan had been paid off. Now the Empire functioned like a proper system. New worlds were added, improved, and developed effortlessly.

Between meetings Vader and Daline oversaw Maul, Daleen, and Kilindi’s integration and training. At first the trio’s overprotectiveness for each other was difficult to work with, but soon enough they found a rhythm that proved effective.

Maul still refused to let go of his anger, but Vader began using the girls as a focus point for his use of the force. Passion and love were far stronger lenses than hate and anger, after all. Sidious purposely kept Maul weak so he could never pose a threat. Vader didn’t care. He wanted the Zabrak to be at the top of his game.

Between the three of them, Kilindi proved to have the silver tongue. There wasn’t much Vader could teach there, but he encouraged her to harness her people skills. The Nautolan had a way with words and a way with weapons that would make her an effective field agent. Daline had taken a particular liking to Daleen – likely a show of arrogance that Vader frowned upon… mostly. Daleen was more talented in stealth and slicing, skills his Daline wanted her to commit to.

The three of them would make a powerful team when backed with the resources of the Empire. Director Doriana was already eagerly preparing missions to send them on. Doubtlessly, they would climb the ranks of Imperial Intelligence and make invaluable agents.

Vader returned his attention to the map in front of him. There was little time for musing. He had an Empire to run.

“Jango! There’s someone at the door!”

“I’m coming!” he shouted back, rushing out of his room while fixing his uniform The damn alarm didn’t kick in so now he was rushing to get ready for the day. He ducked into the bathroom to check his hair. He was a general now, so appearances mattered a fair bit. Then Jango noticed that he wasn’t wearing his rank plaque. He swore and ducked back across the hall into his room and began searching for the damn thing.

“Just a moment!” he shouted as he rummaged through his drawers. “Where the hell is- ah there it is.”

He ran back to the mirror to fasten it to his uniform, fumbling over the attaching mechanism.

“I swear to- damn it- there we go.”

Now properly dressed up, he briskly walked towards the door. However, when he entered the living room, he found Arla sitting on the couch with Moff Cariss.

“Good morning Jango,” she greeted cheerfully.

“Morning, Jyllian.”

Arla giggled a little and leant closer to an increasingly embarrassed Cariss. “First name basis?”

Jango exhaled in irritation. “You’re supposed to be in bed,” he admonished his sister, who frowned in response.

“I’m well enough to answer the door, Jango. Now don’t be rude and talk to your guest. Don’t mind me, I’ll be resting her for a bit.” Arla grabbed a datapad and innocently leant back into the couch as if she wasn’t about to eavesdrop every word that followed.

“Sorry about the wait,” he apologised, gesturing to his chest, “couldn’t find the damn rank plaque.”

Jyllian smiled. “I’ve lost track of the amount of times that happened. I ordered extra copies.”

“Smart. I might do the same. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“A cup of caf would be wonderful.”

Jango poured a fresh mug from the machine for the two of them and joined her on the couch. “Here you go. So why are you here?”

“Jango!” Arla hissed.

“Sorry, I meant, well…”

Jyllian laughed. “Its quite alright. Jango’s way of speaking is rather refreshing.”

“Thank you,” he said pointedly, staring at his sister who was very much trying to appear disinterested in the conversation.

“Its been a while since you’ve been at the office. I wanted to check up on you and meet your sister.”

“I appreciate it. I’d like to think we’re making progress.”

Jyllian smiled politely and pointed to her datapad. “I hope you don’t mind but I booked off my meetings for the day. Its been a while so I thought we could handle our work in person today..?”

“I’d love to. Let me help Arla back to her room and we can start right away.”

Cariss nodded and took another sip from her mug, taking a glance around the room. He scooped Arla up carefully and walked her back to her room. She looked up at Jango and gave him the famous ‘sibling grin’.

“What.”

“So your ‘way of speaking is refreshing’?”

“Don’t make fun of her.”

“I’m not! I think its cute. She booked a whole day of work just for you.”

“It’ll be productive.”

“Stop acting ignorant!” she whispered aggressively. “You like her. Can she stay for dinner?”

“Get some rest, Arla,” he told off with a scowl, closing the door behind him.

“Mon Gazza is slowly falling to our forces,” Admiral Wren’s hologram briefed. “The Hutt forces are fighting extremely hard to keep the planet but are no match for our fleet. We’ll wipe out the spice mines soon enough.”

“I take it the new TIEs have sufficed?”

“Indeed, my lord. They’ve torn through everything the enemy has thrown at us. The Interceptors just obliterate the enemy fighters without a fuss.”

“Have your TIE Bombers demolish the spice mines when you are finished with the pacification.”

“With pleasure, Lord Vader. My engineers have already drawn up plans for the systems defences. Neither the Hutts or the Republic will be able to break Mon Gazza when we’re finished here, especially when the new fleet is finished.”

“The first six Harrowers will be finished in less than a month.”

Wren grinned. “I’ve been keeping track. I’ve also taken the liberty of ordering production of the parts required to construct the defence stations and satellites. Tonith estimates that the system will be fortified no longer than four months after we finish the pacification.”

“Are your current forces adequate?”

“Yes, but we sorely misjudged how much of the population were criminals or accomplices. We will need more colonists to maintain a viable population for the ports and manufacturing hubs you’ve proposed.”

“It is of no consequence. Get me that planet, Admiral.”

Wren nodded and the call disconnected.

“Lord Vader!” C-3PO cried as he hastily wobbled into the office. “Lord Vader, there’s a ship landing at the dignitary pads!”

Vader raised an eyebrow. “The dignitary pads?”

“Oh yes, there’s a vessel claiming to belong to a diplomatic mission form Serenno!”

“Is that so…” Vader leant back in his chair, planning his next move. “Call and coordinate with Moff Cariss to prepare the appropriate greeting. Provide no sensitive information. I will receive them in the throne room.”

“Of course, at once, Lord Vader,” Threepio agreed, nervously shuffling out of the room and lowering his voice. Dear oh dear. How sudden!”

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Vader interlocked his fingers as the gold-plated droid led a serene younger-looking Count Dooku down the hall. The Mandalorian supercommandos stood to attention and saluted as the pair approached him. He nodded to Daline who tapped tapped a button on her comm, wordlessly instructing the soldiers to leave them. She clasped hands behind her back standing next to his throne.

“Lord Vader,” C-3PO introduced graciously with a bow, “may I introduce Jedi Master Yan Dooku, representing the honourable system of Serenno.”

“Thank you Threepio,” Vader dismissed, allowing the droid to return to his duties. “It is a privilege to make your acquaintance, Master Dooku.”

“The privilege is all mine, I assure you. I am but a humble Jedi.”

“So it would seem to most.”

“To you?”

“I follow galactic news closely, Master Dooku. I have an entire division of my intelligence agency dedicated to reading and analysing galactic headlines. You have caught my attention. You’re a reformist, like me, who cannot stand corruption and wishes to make a difference, even in spite of the best efforts the organisations you represent can throw at you.”

“You are well-informed,” Dooku smiled. “When I heard rumours of a secret warlord in the Outer Rim, I dedicated my efforts to discerning as much truth as possible. You are a hard man to find, Lord Vader.”

“That is good to hear.”

“But how long will you remain hidden? There are rumours of fleets of warships and legions of Mandalorian soldiers. Rumours that concern a great many leaders of the galaxy.”

“Leaders who instructed you here?”

“Perhaps.”

“I see.” Vader paused for a moment, considering his next move. He turned to Daline who gave an imperceptible shrug. “General, you will be leading the High Command meeting today. C- Master Dooku, if you’d be so inclined as to follow me to my office? The seats are far more comfortable than this blasted throne.”

“Very well, Lord Vader, I suspect we have much to discuss.”

“A great many things.”

Maul sighed as Daleen hit the ‘next episode’ button on the terrible romcom he had been roped into watching. Here he was, with the two woman leaning on him as if he was some kind of Zabrak pillow, viewing what may very well be the worst piece of media ever to stream onto the Holonet. He was a Dark Lord of the Sith! It was pathetic! It was infuriating! It was-

“Maul, could you pass the snacks? I can’t reach them.”

“That would be because you are laying like a loth-cat on my leg, which grows number by the second.”

“Hey, you could have taken your own apartment! You signed up for this!”

“He really doesn’t know how to treat us girls, does he?” Kilindi teased.

It was… tolerable.

But, occasionally, the force had mercy, and there was a ring at the door. Maul wasted no time escaping the clutches of those vile women, fixing his jacket, and opening the door. Doriana stood on the other side, datapad clutched underneath his arm. Maul grinned.

“Director, what a welcome surprise. Do come in.”

The man gave Maul a confused raise of the eyebrow but stepped in, leaning in closer and lowering his voice to a whisper when he saw the happenings of the living room.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Ki! Dal! We have a guest.”

They spun around, turning off the screen in an instant. Doriana sighed and walked further into the room.

“I discussed with Lord Vader yesterday,” Doriana begun, transferring files to them. “He believes you should be allowed to go on a mission or two. ‘Team-building exercises’, I believe he called them.” The three of them began to grin. “Obviously you’re some of the most skilled operatives I’ve ever seen, but the only reason we’ve waited so long to deploy you is to ensure you were properly integrated into our systems and protocols.”

“So the wait is over,” Maul mused, keeping the anticipation out of his voice.

“Lord Vader wishes he could have been here to brief you himself, but alas he must deal with some Jedi diplomat,” he spat. “Regardless, Vader will personally brief you for your first real mission. For now, you get me.”

“What are we doing?” Daleen asked.

“A simple intelligence extraction. You’ll travel to Bothawui, collect as much information on the major Bothan clans as possible, and return within the month.”

“That’s a bit broad, isn’t it?” Kilindi asked sceptically.

“Intentionally so. We are most curious to see just how much you can accomplish, how you do so, and the time it takes. Think of it as… establishing a baseline. Watcher Four will be monitoring your mission and providing assistance, he will join you on the Dagger.”

“The Dagger?”

“You’re being given a privilege only two other teams have been granted,” the Director of Imperial Intelligence explained as he led them to the elevator, keying in the rooftop bay. “The door opened, revealing a large, black ship. “The Dagger is a state-of-the-art vessel designed by Lord Vader himself. It features everything needed to operate in the galaxy for long periods of time. Training facilities, storage, a med-bay and doctor, even a prototype cloaking device. There is suitable room for any additional operatives who may join your team.”

Maul brushed his hand along the ship. “The ship will do.”

“It had better, its one of the most expensive vessels in Imperial service. You may thank Lord Vader when you next see him. I have other meetings to attend to, but, for now, you may acquaint yourself with your new ship and staff. Watcher Four, Doctor Saji, Lieutenant Hart, and Ensign Lek are all aboard the Dagger awaiting your introduction. Good hunting, Agents, I’ll see you when you return.”

So the Runt was assigned to his command? Perhaps Lord Vader had a sense of humour after all.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Vader stated abruptly. “I assume it was Senator Palpatine that requested you find me?”

“Your insight is impressive. This mission was a personal favour, how did you come across this information?”

“Let’s just say that there is not much that eludes me. I know of the senator’s schemes and plans.”

“Senator Palpatine is a close friend who shares my views on corruption and delinquency,” Dooku defended.

“And what has he done to accomplish this? Does he not work with the Trade Federation and Techno Union?”

“Change takes time. The Senate cannot reform overnight.”

“Of course not, which is why instead of playing politics I decided to take matters into my own hands. Look at this map,” Vader directed Dooku to the screen on the wall, approaching it with a pointed finger. “This represents the current borders of my empire. This,” he shifted his finger from the red borders to the orange, “is the current extent of our operations and integrations. And this,” he again shifted his pointing to the yellow lines, “is the minimum extent we hope to have incorporated before gaining the full attention of the republic.”

“Impressive,” Dooku mused, stroking his beard and approaching the map. “You must understand this does little to assuage the rumours and accusations.”

“Of course not. But now that you understand the scope of my realm, let me explain what every system experiences. Total equality between sexes and species. Free healthcare. Security against the Hutts and the syndicates. Protected rights.”

“A bold claim.”

“I know you can sense I am telling the truth.”

“I can also sense that you are a force-user.  You would know how to hide the truth.”

“Correct. I will lower my shields, but you will not like the truth that follows.”

“Don’t insult my fortitude,” Dooku scoffed. Vader smiled; he liked the younger Dooku much more than his older counterpart.

“Very well.”

“… You are telling the truth… Fascinating... Wait… Is thi- Are you-”

“Allow me to guess. You sense the dark side.”

To his credit, Dooku didn’t falter, not hesitating for a moment. “Yes… yet, you do not seem dark.”

“I am not evil.”

“No… you are not.”

“You are wise to be weary, but I assure you I have no ill-intentions to the Jedi. I refuse to subscribe to or support their dogma, but this does not equate to open hostilities.”

“I have my own issues as well, but the galaxy needs the Jedi. What of the force-sensitives across the galaxy who need our guidance?”

“When I was a boy, the Jedi took me from my mother. She died in my absence, and in my hatred I did a great many things. Many… dark… things. I fell in love, I married, I… lost… My point is, I agree that force-users can be a force for good, but the Jedi order as an institution is flawed and dangerous.”

“And what do you propose?” Dooku asked, sitting himself back down. Vader could feel the curiosity radiating off the man.

“Force-users should be trained, but not as Jedi. Children, teenagers, adults, they should be taught to harness their skills, to understand themselves, but be allowed to live normal lives if they so choose. The ridiculous rules on attachment must be discarded entirely.”

“Fascinating. Much of your philosophy crosses over with my own, but I must disagree over the role of force-users. Our kind have a duty to use our abilities for good. The Jedi Order provides a central organisation to coordinate our efforts across the galaxy.”

“Jedi are firefighters, summoned to deal with the effects of the underlying issues behind galactic society. If we remove the issues, the need for the Jedi disappears. I urge you to research how many Jedi have been sent to my borders in the last year. The figure may surprise you.”

“Perhaps. Nevertheless, what happens when a fire does start? Who is summoned to resolve them then?”

“Regular citizens. In my empire, there are no superheros or mystic wizards the population looks up to. Hardly anyone even knows I can use the force. My people believe in themselves and our institution. They do not expect some fantastical organisation to magically resolve their problems. To most in the Outer Rim, the Jedi represents nothing more than a fairytale.”

“But you do not think the Jedi could be more?”

“I do not think they should.”

The two continues for hours, debating politics and philosophy. Truth be told, Vader had expected the man to be unpleasant company. After years of fighting – he lost an arm for force’s sake – he expected the (former? Soon-to-be?) Sith Lord to be, well, an asshole. On the contrary, however, Dooku proved to be rather amiable. Vader actually found himself enjoying the man’s company. They shared a similar cynicism, but also a similar idealism. Vader initially had slated Dooku as simply a pawn to be moved off Sidious’ board, but, like Maul and Jango, he found hidden depths that drew him to them. It wasn’t enough to simply save them from Sidious’ grasp. No, he actively wanted to work with them.

Daline returned at the end of the day to Vader’s office. A quick check of the sensors – a privilege granted only to those with the highest security clearance – told her that Vader was still working. Late. Again. She sighed as she marched into the room, nodding at Threepio as he sorted out flimsiwork at his little receptionist desk.

“Good day, General Vizsla! Go right ahead, Lord Vader will be thrilled to see you!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t he usually order you to keep everyone out when he’s staying late?”

“Oh yes, but he’s had a good day today, negotiating with that Jedi Master.”

“So he didn’t order you to keep out guests?” She asked, folding her arms and smirking.

“Well, I suppose he did, but he’s been working for over fourteen hours!”

She chuckled and pat the droid on the arm as she walked past him. “Good to see you’ve lost the stick, Threepio.”

“Stick? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with tha-”

He was cut off as the door closed behind her. Vader greeted her without looking up, waving for her to take a seat.

“I’ll be just a moment.”

“Have you even eaten today? We’re spending the day with the terrible trio tomorrow before they leave on their mission.”

He snorted. “You’re fonder of them than I am.”

“Please,” she shook her head, “I saw you pick up Maul from the academy after he was put in detention fighting another student.”

Vader pointed his finger protectively. “The student was a bigot and a fool.”

“Fine,” she relented. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”

“I had breakfast. I will eat before I go home.”

“Have you got a security detail?”

“I am a former Jedi Knight, former Sith Lord, and the current ruler of the Galactic Empire. I do not need a security detail to eat dinner before I return home for the evening.”

“I disagree.”

“What a shame I dismissed the guards for the day then, hm?”

“I’m Mandalorian born and bred,” she countered. “I’ll do it myself.”

Vader rose an eyebrow and held her gaze for a solid few moments before sighing. “Very well. Since you insist so vehemently, you may join me for dinner. I hope you appreciate Tatoo food.”

“We’re going to that diner across the road, aren’t we?”

“Is there a problem?” he asked, almost defensively.

“No no, none at all,” she dismissed innocently. “It’s just heartwarming to see our fearless leader can be sentimental.”

Chapter Text

The Scarif garrison was finally up and running. With the rest of the Empire’s operations going smoothly, Vader committed to staffing and improving the facilities on Scarif. The planet did not exist on most galactic maps, making it the ideal location for a secret military facility. The planet was comprised of seven small continents and innumerable islands and archipelagos, a feature which allowed him and his staff to design the planet’s facilities and plan their operations with maximum flexibility.

Scarif would be run from the Citadel, the ancient Sith tower that contained the data Daline had acquired roughly a year ago. Further structures were set up on the surrounding islands, providing a central administrative and military command hub for the planet. General Harkin acted as the system’s de factor governor, but as Scarif was not a civilian planet there was no need for civilian representation.

The second major structure, the Spire, became the new headquarters for Imperial Intelligence and the Imperial Security Bureau. These organisations could now operate in further secrecy, safe from prying eyes and under the protection of the military. Vader’s ISB was far different to that of Palpatine’s. His old master was paranoid and concerned only with protecting himself and enforcing his will. Vader recognised the ISB as a tool that could be used for good, creating the organisation to root out corruption and crime under the watchful eye of Director Yularen. It had been a major coup to recruit the officer from Coruscant. He was a talented officer who Vader knew could be trusted to do his job admirably. Yularen had quickly used his new position to implement policies and reforms he was unable to in his days at the Senate Bureau of Intelligence. Already, the ISB was murmured throughout the upper echelons of the Empire, deterring sedition and corruption.

Other facilities on Scarif were similarly constructed. On the south pole of the planet a series of high security prisons were built on an isolated chain of islands. Foreign spies, dark-side-wielders, and the worst criminals he wasn’t able to simply execute were imprisoned there.

Along the equator was a plethora of research facilities. Military R&D was exclusively worked on at these bases, totally secure from foreign espionage, and close enough to consult the relevant military personnel when required. Furthermore, medical, genetic, and cybernetic-related projects were worked on at groundbreaking rates. His subjects took great pride that they had brought the standard of living of these Outer and Mid Rim worlds to the same level as most Core Worlds.

With Rothana taking up the mantle of the main Imperial shipyard, production had skyrocketed exponentially. Four state-of-the-art fleets were now stationed around the Empire, either holding defensive positions or assisting in covert expansionary actions. Each fleet was comprised of three Harrower-class star destroyers, seven Arquitens-class light cruisers, and twelve Lancer-class frigates. Each fleet had full starfighter compliments personally designed by Vader himself. They were all impressive forces, to be sure.

The First Fleet remained stationed above Arkanis acting as the home fleet and Vader’s personal navy. It was under the command of the experienced Admiral Coburn. He was a talented officer, but, truthfully, Vader wished he had Piett. The Second Fleet was under the command of Admiral Wren, who was assisting expansionary operations in the western sectors with General Ordo and General Mereel. The Third and Fourth Fleets held defensive positions in the Mon Gazza and Molovar systems respectively.

Master Dooku had been making regular visits to Arkanis, actually going so far as to permanently book out an apartment for whenever he stayed. They participated in debates, discussed potential policies and projects, and even compared notes on the force. He had drifted away from Palpatine over the last six months, coming further and further towards Vader’s Empire as he provided more evidence against Palpatine. It was only a matter of time before Vader could convince him to accept the position of Grandmaster of the Imperial Knights and the Imperial Ministry of the Force. Of course, neither of these institutions existed yet, but that was only because he lacked an individual capable of leading such organisations.

Suddenly, as Vader was analysing Syndulla’s report on his proposal to expand Ryloth’s luxury goods exports, Damask barged into the office. Vader frowned – it was unlike Threepio not to announce guests – but was quickly overtaken by shock when he realised the state of his ‘father’. The Muun looked visibly haggard and ill, even more frail than before, and had bruises across his head.

“What-”

“Sidious,” he growled angrily as he seated himself opposite Vader’s desk. “He’s as powerful as you said.”

“He tried to kill you?” Vader asked curiously.

“He tried,” Damask grunted. “Threw me off the balcony.”

“Don’t you have a penthouse apartment on Coruscant?”

“I got lucky.”

“You landed on a moving speeder, didn’t you?” Vader stated with grim amusement and a slight smile, remembering his adventures with Kenobi. ‘Like father, like son’, he thought jokingly.

“Irrelevant. I survived and made my way back here. I’m afraid I won’t be able to visit Coruscant for many years to come.”

“Now that we’ve established you’re alright,” Vader steepled his fingers as Damask huffed, “what does he know?”

Damask gave him a feral grin. “Oh, the poor fool still doesn’t know the extent of our efforts. He accused me of training a second apprentice, of kidnapping or killing Maul – thank you for that, by the way, and of working on a second Grand Plan without him.”

“Good. We still have a few years before he becomes a serious threat.”

“Mm,” the Muun hummed, “I’m inclined to agree. He’s dangerous, yes, but we’ve effectively neutered him by removing most of his tools and servants. He lacks the means to exert his will across the galaxy and is unable to remove himself from Coruscant without jeopardising his political career.”

Vader chuckled. “We’ve trapped him.”

Threepio hobbled in silently, holding a tray with a bottle of Ryloth Rum and two classes full of ice. He quietly poured two glasses and passed the to him and Damask as they conversed.

“This means that we – thank you, Threepio – that we have a limited window to damage his remaining assets as much as possible.”

“He still has the Trade Federation,” Vader corrected, “as well as the Techno Union, Byss, and mercenaries such as Durge.”

“It shouldn’t be too hard to remove them as well.”

“No. We cannot push him too far. And anyways,” he sipped at the drink, “the Trade Federation is his greatest ally, and they will be his downfall. For now, I think its time we install you with a proper title, yes? The Empire seems to having an opening for a Minister of the Economy. I’ve saved you this position for a while. Allow me to explain what it entails…”

Cariss laughed as Arla recited another childhood story about Jango’s mischievous behaviour. She never would have guessed the man was such a rebel, especially given his current position and demeanour. Jango was nowhere to be found, having dropped off the radar for an unexpected use of personal leave three days ago. Jyllian had been spending time with Arla in his absence, gaining plenty of, well, ‘blackmail material’ makes her sound too mean… ‘gaining a better understanding of he closest colleague’. Yes, that sounded better.

All of a sudden, the door slid open and a tired-looking Jango swiftly walked into the room. He stopped in the centre of the living room upon seeing the two of them on the couch. It was then that Cariss realised he was holding an infant child. Nobody said a word. Jango maintained deadpan eye-contact. Arla’s eyebrow could not have gone higher had she tried. Cariss’ mouth had dropped to the floor.

“I can explain.”

“Is that a child?” Jyllian blurted.

“Yes.”

“Is that your child?”

“Technically.”

“Technically?”

“It’s complicated.”

“There’s nothing complicated about having a child, Jango.”

“Who’s the mother?” Arla shouted, looking more confused than ever.

“That’s the complicated part.”

“You don’t know who the mother is?”

“There isn’t a mother.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Jango,” Jyllian stated, rubbing her temples. “You completely disappeared for three days, return without a word carrying an infant child, and he somehow doesn’t have a mother?”

“That’s right.”

“Would you just explain it already!” Arla shouted exasperatedly, burying her face into a cushion.

“Ok.” He sat down and took a few moments to collect himself. “Jyllian, Arla, this is Boba. He’s an unaltered clone I’m going to raise as my son.”

Arla sighed. “I think I would have preferred it if you had a secret mistress.”

“I most certainly would not!” Cariss snapped, reddening as Arla began giggling.

“To be fair,” Jango defended weakly, “there was never the time to-”

“So you cloned yourself!!”

“Arla-”

His sister began cackling wickedly. “God you’re an idiot,” she laughed.

Jyllian collected herself and smiled. “Boba, you said it was?”

“Yeah,” he shuffled closer to them. “Boba.”

“Well then,” Jyllian premised as innocently as possible. “We had better get to work then. This apartment is hardly acceptable for a child to grow in.”

Arla began shamelessly giggling.

“What?” she defended. “Clearly this man doesn’t know the first thing about raising a child! Have you even got a cot?”

“Look I wasn’t expecting him to be ready this qui-”

Jyllian already had brought her comm to her mouth and opened her datapda. “Guri, whatever you’re doing, stop it. I’m sending a list I need you to buy… … … No, I’m not pregnant… … Listen just do as I’m asking. You’ll get triple your hourly rate for this… …I already told you, I’m not pregnant!! Just do as I asked or I’ll find a new assistant.” She angrily closed her comm, sighed, and flashed Jango and Arla a pleasant smile. “As I said, we had better get to work then.”

“Daline couldn’t make it tonight?”

“The General was busy. We are running an empire here.”

“Don’t take that tone with me young man,” Shmi admonished humorously. Even as an emperor in all but name his mother still could chide him effortlessly. “You look tired,” she observed.

“It’s Maul and the girls. The last weeks have been exhausting. I swear the boy doesn’t run out of energy.”

“It’s a good thing he has those two ladies to keep him in check then,” Shmi joked.

“Don’t get me started on them. Daleen has Daline wrapped around her finger, and Kilindi is the sneakiest of them all.”

“Those kids certainly don’t have a normal life, do they? Academy during the day, secret spy missions at night…” she waved her hand exaggeratedly, making Vader smile.

“Commandant Frii doesn’t know what to do with them. The amount of time’s I’ve been called to his office to pick up the three of them…” he chewed on his food with a chuckle. “They don’t take any half-measures, either. If one of them gets into trouble, they’re all getting into trouble.”

“It’s good that they have each other,” Shmi smiled gently. “And it’s good they have you.”

“The deserved a better life than what they had.”

“Well,” she chuckled, “it’s wonderful you were able to help them.”

“You know, Maul came into my officer a few days ago. Apparently its parent-teacher interviews next week. He was hoping Daline and I could make an appearance to represent them, it- oh for force sake.”

Shmi had erupted into laughter, smiling vibrantly at him. “Oh you boys make me laugh. ‘Make an appearance to represent’, that’s brilliant. I told you that you and Daline were good them. Good for each other too..”

“What was that?”

“Hm?”

“Unbelievable. Daline and I are strictly professional, and we are only attempting to provide the basics for a healthy life for them.”

“You bought them a penthouse apartment, commissioned them a state-of-the-art stealth vessel, and you’re taking them to a parent-teacher interviews. I think you can call them your kids now.”

“You are simply ridiculous.”

“Fine, fine…”

“How does young Skywalker progress?”

“’Young Skywalker’ is excited for his birthday next month. He’s turning four. Anakin’s hoping you’ll be able to make it to his party.”

“Naturally. Has the boy shown any further displays of the force since last we spoke?”

“No. Since the incident with the cookie jar there hasn’t been anything else. Will I have to send him off to the Jedi?”

“They would have to kill me first. The boy will not lose his mother.”

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, don’t put yourself in harms way for us. We’re just one family, after all.”

Vader fell silent for a moment. “When I was nine years old, the Jedi took me from my mother. She was kidnapped and killed by Tuskens, I was too late to save her. She was the only family I had. The boy will not lose you, and you will not lose the boy.”

Current Borders of the Empire:

Current Sector Borders of the Empire:

Moffs of the Empire:

• Farstine Sector: Moff Ventralis
• Christophsis Sector: Moff Kresh
• Arkanis Sector: Moff Cariss
• Ryloth Sector: Moff Syndulla
• Rothana Sector: Moff Teeda
• Molovar Sector: Moff dosLa        

Current Borders of the Empire Zoomed Out:

Please note zoomed out borders are slightly innacurate and exist only to establish scale

Chapter Text

Much of the Rothana and Ryloth sectors remained unexplored and was considered to be wild space by many. There were potentially tens if not hundreds of thousands of worlds and astrological objects that could be colonised or mined just waiting to be discovered. This epiphany, realised during a meeting with Moff Syndulla, prompted Vader to invest into a new task force. The Imperial Discovery and Expansionary Fleet was thus created with several goals in mind. The IDEF was designed to identify new hyperspace routes, not just in wild space, but between worlds within the Empire. Furthermore, the IDEF would gradually explore and map these unknown lands, analysing worlds and relaying data to the Ministry of Colonisation.

Vader had selected and promoted Admiral Dardasso to lead this force from the bridge of the Harrower-class Star Destroyer the Voyager. Emil Dardasso was a young man who displayed a keen fascination for navigation and exploration. The Rodian was initially a humble navigator on his flagship, the Avenger, but Vader saw his potential. Emil was soon promoted to Junior Captain, and, after demonstrating excellent leadership capability, Vader promoted him again to leaf the IDEF. Though Dardasso was currently somewhat inexperienced, the nature of his mission would give him time and room to grow as a leader.

The IDEF had already yielded results around the northern half of the Crystal Passage, and, once more resources were allocated and the leadership adapted to the situations, progress was expected to increase exponentially. Dardasso claimed that it would take no more than nine months to have completely mapped a hyperlane between Ryloth and the Crystal Passage. With a yearly intake of millions of immigrants, it was imperative that new worlds were discovered to both house said immigrants, and take advantage of the opportunity and potential they offered the Empire.

Vader was confident in the IDEF’s success and planned to expand the organisation dramatically over the coming years. The sheer volume of job opportunities alone this offered his citizens made this endeavour more than worthwhile. Plus, when his border reached the western end of the Unknown Regions, he would have a fully veteran force capable of leading the way into the largest area of uncharted space in the galaxy. The moment the Empire reached Bakura, Koda Station, Lipsec, Skye, or Imynusoph, the grandest expansionary expedition since the formation of the Galactic Republic would commence.

As Vader was examining the map he perpetually kept available in his office, examining the current collected data and the planned future operations, his holo-terminal began to buzz. He turned around, tugged at his uniform, and marched towards the terminal. No wonder Palpatine never left Coruscant back in the days of his Empire; he had too many calls to take. Accepting the call, Jaster Mereel, dressed in full armour, greeted him.

“Lord Vader,” he greeted respectfully, nodding.

“What is the situation, General.”

“Sir, the civil war on Melida/Daan is much worse than we assumed it to be. We’ve barely established a landing on the north-most major city of Garth. For the moment the Young and the Elders don’t seem to have taken much notice of us. Most of the fighting seems to be focused around the southern continent.”

“What is your proposed course of action.”

“General Ordo is busy with operations pushing down the Five Veils Route and is unable to render assistance. We could begin pacification operations but I refuse to waste the lives of my men.”

“That will not be necessary, General. I would have refused to allow it had you insisted. The-” Vader abruptly cut off, the force giving him a strong feeling. A familiar feeling. Ah, of course. “Hold your position and continue reconnaissance. I want a full briefing by the time I arrive.”

“You’re joining us?”

“I will have Admiral Coburn ready the fleet immediately. This is the most precarious situation yet. We cannot have the civil war escalating, nor can we forcibly conquer the planet. We must be careful to resolve the crisis without angering the population to the point they seek assistance from the Republic.”

“My thoughts exactly, sir.”

“Very good. Hold your position and make the necessary preparations for my arrival. I will deal with this civil war myself.”

Jyllian Cariss never cared about rumours and gossip. As snobbish as the phrasing may sound, she believed it beneath her. Of course there was often use in knowing such things, but that was what her talented staff was for. She never participated in the act herself. Jyllian usually cared even less when the rumours about her persisted – and persist they did, the Moff was the centre of a lot of public attention. The gossip columns were, according to her aides, absolutely bustling with rumours and the sort about her. Normally it was manageable.

Until rumours that she was supposedly pregnant spread across the Empire.

It had gotten so bad that – despite briefly addressing it in a press conference – even her mother had pestered her several times. “You should have been careful!” she said. “You’re too bust running an Empire to raise a kid!” she said. “I hope it was that Jango fellow you introduced us too, he seems like a nice young man,” she said.

Lord Vader had personally contacted her in sympathy fury, and it took over fifteen minutes to convince him not to introduce press censorship to deal with the situation. Vader only acquiesced after she raised the point that, should he have done so, it could have angered enough members of the press to leak information to the Republic.

“Jango,” she groaned, throwing her head back against the couch, “I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Well,” he begun hesitantly, “you did call Guri to ord-” he reddened and looked away when she gave him a stare that could have stayed a Rancor.

“If it was anyone else,” Arla giggled, “it’d be pretty hilarious. Vader’s most trusted Moff – allegedly pregnant! Sorry Jyll, I love you but you’ve got to let me laugh at this.”

She rubbed her forehead and sighed. Jango wisely kept quiet.

“At least Boba’s finally sleeping,” Jango’s sister shrugged.

“Arla?” Jango gritted.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn’t angry because Jedi didn’t get angry.

He was… rather frustrated.

Unhappy.

Not best pleased, to put it mildly.

Abandoned by his master, Obi-Wan had been cast out of the Jedi Order due to his decision to help the Young in their survival. Together with Cerasi, they had held the line and maintained control of several key cities, but the war was not yet over. It was clear that unless they decisively ended the conflict there would be no chance at peace.

It caused a dilemma for him. As a Jedi, he was supposed to be a keeper of the peace, but what does one do when the only way to make peace is to make war?

As much as he was enjoying his new friendships with the Young, he just wanted the war to be over. Maybe, since he didn’t have an Order to go back to, he could stay on Melida/Daan. There would be a lot of effort needed to rebuild, and even more to move forwards.

But that was a problem for later. For now, Obi-Wan had to keep his friends alive. The Elders had launched a major attack on Quadri which, if successful, would sever the Young’s communications in the northern continent. That would be enough to turn the tide in several places, prolonging the conflict further.

“Cerasi! They’ve got heavy weapons!”

“We can’t hold them off!”

“Kenobi! Can you-”

Before he could formulate a plan to somehow stop the endless offensive, something unexpected happened. The sounds of weapons-fire increased exponentially, but it was no longer directed at them. Had they received sudden reinforcements? From their positions inside the building, it was difficult to tell. He reached out with the force and sensed… … amusement...?

“Cerasi,” he whispered, “there’s another force-user outside.”

“Are they on our side?”

“I… I don’t know.”

He could sense the presence clearly, but the man on the other side of the walls had great mental shielding. Kenobi could get nothing. Then, without warning, several Mandalorians poured into the room. They kept their weapons low but Kenobi knew they would be able to turn on them in a moment’s notice if the Young attempted anything rash. Yet they didn’t attack. In fact, they had seemingly wiped out the Elder forces who were trying to seize the building.

And then he saw him.

A tall, powerful man clad in black and red armour, a unique helmet, and a long cape confidently walked into the room like her owned it, flanked by two other Mandalorians who had rows of red and blue squares on their chest. More strikingly, he held a black lightsaber.

The man and his subordinates walked past the others and straight up to him and Cerasi, deactivating his lightsaber and placing his hands on his belt. For a moment, there was nothing but silence – and the sound of soft mechanical breathing.

“Kenobi.”

“That’s me,” he quipped, frowning.

“Jedi,” a Zabrak he hadn’t seen before sneered.

“Not presently,” he scowled back.

“Maul, behave,” the man chided. “The Jedi are not our enemy.”

“Who are you?” Cerasi interjected.

There was another pause.

The man removed his helmet, passing it to a uniformed man who had just entered – also wearing the red and blue squares – revealing a youngish looking face. The stranger only looked young, however, as Kenobi could sense a maturity and authority that came with many years.

“I am Lord Vader, ruler of the Galactic Empire. We have come to end this conflict, rebuild the planet, and welcome you into our realm. Cerasi, General Mereel here informs me you are the leader of the Young. I suggest you take a few hours to talk with him. He will connect you to a holo-call with Moff Cariss, who can explain the benefits of joining the Empire far better than I.”

“Yes sir,” the gravely Mandalorian nodded to his left, gesturing lazily with a hand before leading Cerasi off.

“Lieutenant Lekauf, please contact Admiral Coburn and instruct him to begin operations.”

“As you command, my lord.”

Initially, Kenobi assumed Vader to be announcing himself as a ruthless conqueror. To the standard eye, he might even seem as much. But despite a tame darkness lingering within his aura, there wasn’t an ounce of fear or hatred Obi-Wan could sense from any of the man’s forces in the room. There was respect, affection, loyalty, and protectiveness, but not a soul present held negative emotions you’d expect the subordinate of a ruthless conqueror to radiate.

“I expect the civil war will be over within a week,” Vader stated confidently. There wasn’t an inkling of doubt in the capabilities of his forces. “Which only leaves one issue. You.”

“Me?” Kenobi replied, feeling a hint of nervousness.

“Indeed. If you return to the Jedi you would no doubt inform them of my Empire’s activities in the region. This would be enough to prompt a wider investigation that could reveal my Empire prematurely. This is… unacceptable.”

“So you’re going to kill me?”

“May I?” the dark Zabrak asked eagerly with a terrifying grin on his face.

“There will be no killing!” Vader angrily commanded, spinning around to face Maul with an aggressive point of the finger. To this, the Zabrak rolled his eyes, gaining a snicker from the girls next to him. “Don’t give me that attitude, and don’t encourage him!” he admonished, making the three turn their eyes to the ground.

Obi-Wan barely suppressed a chuckle.

“Anyway,” Vader continued, “Killing you would cause more problems than I’d like, but I cannot let you return to the Temple.”

“That’s good, I wasn’t going to go back anyway,” Obi-Wan responded defiantly. Vader actually looked mildly surprised for a microsecond.

“Interesting. Most interesting. Then you may be more open to my proposal than I had hoped.” At a raise of Obi-Wan’s eyebrow, Vader continued. “Return with us to Arkanis. I will let you tour the Empire and see what I have accomplished. You may speak with me and my subordinates, you may learn our plans. You may serve as a Jedi within our borders if you so choose, though you’ll find your services are not in as high demand as other regions of the Outer Rim.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

Vader smiled. “I am confident you will be convinced of my plans and my actions. I doubt you’ll even want to return to the Temple. If you would like, I would offer you full citizenship and a place in my Empire.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then we shall return you to your Republic when the time is right.”

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The integration of Melida/Daan was the most complicated annexation as of yet. It took several months to completely end the conflict and ensure the populace was satisfied with their new protectors. Vader had Mereel keep most of his forces in orbit, only maintaining a small garrison on the planet. Partially, this was to avoid angering the population anymore than they already were, though the true reason was due to the Mandalorians’ severe… displeasure with the Elders for going to war with their children.

This displeasure had boiled over rather quickly into bloody brawls and other minor personal skirmishes between the Mandalorians and Elders. The Mandalorians who had spent months supporting the Young came to view the children, teenagers, and young adults as worthy warriors and considered their families’ actions towards them as nothing short of the highest degree of sin. As Vader had predicted, the Mandalorians adopted the Young en masse. Mereel himself had adopted Cerasi and taken her under his wing. There was certain allegations of beat-downs and disappearances of certain members of the Elders – such as Cerasi’s father – though Vader decreed that these were likely simply the death-throws of a long war. Certainly nothing worth launching investigations into the conduct of his troops over.

Dealing with the aftermath of the war, however, turned out to be surprisingly easy. Compared to the liberations of planets such as Orvax IV, Ryloth, and Tatooine, Melida/Daan was a newly inducted Governor’s dream. The Empire had experience with restoring planetary infrastructure, connecting systems to the markets and organisations of the wider Empire, and supplying medical and trauma assistance. Melida/Daan was a broken world, yes, but the newly appointed Governor Nield would not have a difficult time restoring it, especially with both the resources of the Empire at his disposal, and the support and guidance from experienced administrators.

Early projections showed not only a significant portion of the Young departing the world to other regions of the Empire, but an influx of Mandalorian and Twi’lek immigrants. The planet sat on large untapped mineral deposits, and the skilled diplomacy of Moff Cariss calmed the Elders down with the promise of bringing wealth and prosperity to the planet. All things considered; it was a deal both sides could be happy with. The Young no longer had to worry about the oppressiveness of the Elders, and the Elders could participate in what would soon be a booming mining industry.

In other news, the several months following the intervention into the Young/Elder war had seen General Ordo finish his western campaign. After conquering the rest of the Five Veils Route and destroying the Spice Terminus, the rest of the western systems were quick to be absorbed. Vader wished to continue pushing west, but it would take time to lay the ground work and complete preparations. General Ordo occupied himself with absorbing any remaining systems sitting in Wild Space or the end of the Outer Rim in-between planning sessions with Vader and High Command, alternatively overseeing integration and world-building efforts along his recent conquests. Ordo had become his most decorated and skilled miliary leader, and Vader, when the time was right, intended to promote him even higher.

Pushing further westwards was going to prove a complicated task. He intended to leave Naboo alone for now, flying under the radar of their government for as long as possible. He wanted Palpatine to follow his original plan as closely as possible, and annexing the Naboo system would severely inhibit that. Praesitlyn, Eriadu, and Sullust were the biggest points of concern.

Praesitlyn was a major communications hub. Siezing it would grant Vader control over the western Outer Rim’s communications, an important long-term goal. The main issue was that there would be many measures in place to prevent a foreign power seizing control. This would require tact, espionage, and the utmost degree of precision to pull off.

The second planet to worry about was Eriadu. Eriadu was a vital planet to control if any operations in the west were to be viable. It lay across six trade routes placing it in a utterly critical position from both a defensive and offensive standpoint. Furthermore, the planet was the most developed planet outside of his Empire on this side of the Outer Rim. With a population of over twenty-two billion and the manufacturing and shipyard capabilities of a core world, a loyal Eriadu would be a powerful planet to control, and a perfect capital for an oversector. The issue with controlling it was that the planet was, while disgruntled with the Senate, fairly loyal to the Republic. It would take much diplomatic manoeuvring to sway the world.

The final planet of note was Sullust. It was the only planet nearby that rivalled Eriadu. If left a Republic ally, there would be a hostile planet of major fleet-building capabilities right on the border of the Empire. The major difficulty was the same as Eriadu’s – loyalty to the Republic. More and more often, the intricate nature of hyperlanes, politics, and economics meant that to truly secure the borders of the Empire, it would need to expand even further.

Kenobi exited from the elevator and began walking down the hall towards Vader’s office. It was starting to get late but Vader had a habit of working late at night. How that man worked so hard for so long was beyond him. He had a drive that stopped for nothing.

“Who are you?”

Kenobi spun around to see a girl that appeared roughly his age. She was bald, rather pale, and had a nervousness about her despite the confidence she carried herself with. Her face was expressionless but her could sense the subtle curiosity radiating off her.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he answered.

“Kenobi. You’re the one Maul talked about.”

“The Zabrak?”

“You’re a Jedi.”

“Not presently,” he grumbled. It seemed everyone made assumptions in the Empire.

“My mistake. Why are you approaching Lord Vader’s office?”

“I wished to speak with him, I had questions.”

“He is not present. Follow me, I will take you to them.”

“Them?”

“Yes.” She spun around and began briskly walking off without looking back.

“Charming,” he muttered.

“I heard that.”

He reddened a little and scratched the back of his neck, jogging to catch up. “So could I ask-”

“No.”

“Oh come on, you don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“You were going to ask who Lord Vader is with, what my name is, and why I’m not divulging you the information. In that order.”

“Well…” he trailed off, frowning, “you didn’t have to be so rude about it.”

The walked in silence for a while longer.

“Not even your name?”

The girl sighed, as if he were the exasperating one. “Fine. I am Asajj Narec. Are you happy?”

“Thank you.”

They resumed walking in silence, until Obi-Wan noticed she had two lightsabers. “Do you spar?”

“Do you stop asking questions?”

“I’m simply trying to make conversation. It’s polite, you know.”

He frowned again as Asajj shrunk at that and remained silent, not knowing what to say, as he did not know what he had said.

“I’m sorry,” she apologised gently. “My upbringing did not… It is something I am working on.”

“No,” he shook his head, “it is I who should apologise. That was rude of me.”

She nodded in thanks and they returned to their silent brisk walk for the rest of the trip, until they begun nearing a manor opposite the Arkanis Sector Command Centre.

“I do spar.”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrow raised as his mind caught up to his ears. He kicked himself mentally for having zoned out. “Perhaps we could have a duel someday soon?”

“I would be open to it.”

Obi-Wan smiled triumphantly.

“You know, you’re not as terrible as Maul and the girls made you out to be.”

“What? We didn’t even talk! We exchanged no more than four words! What does-”

“We’re here.”

She led him past the guards and into the building, navigating the corridors effortlessly. It was clear she had roamed these halls before. They soon came up to a pair of double doors what were only barely containing the conversation within.

“-fascinating proposal, though we are lacking the numbers to pull such a thing off.”

“Patience, Master Narec,” a jovial familiar voice rumbled softly, “Lord Vader has that obstacle under control.”

At that, Asajj pushed open the double doors with the force, leading him into a large lounge room. There was a small library along the walls, a fireplace, and a semi-circle of couches surrounding a table with the imperial insignia. On these couches was a small-group holding glasses of wine, only some of which he recognised. Asajj approached and sat close to one of the men – the Jedi he assumed to be Master Narec – but he noticed Lord Vader, Master Sifo-Dyas, and… Master Dooku? Behind Vader, whispering quietly in a dark corner of the room was Maul and the two girls.

“Hello father, Lord Vader, masters,” Asajj greeted before gesturing to Obi-Wan. “I brought the presently-not-a-Jedi who was looking for you, Lord Vader.”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Dooku marvelled. “It has been an age. Tell me, where is your master?”

“He, well, he abandoned me on Melida/Daan.”

“What?!” Dooku boomed. “Explain.”

Kenobi proceeded to detail the events leading up to and after Melida/Daan, infuriating his ex-master’s master.

“Outrageous. You have my gratitude, Lord Vader, for ensuring this boy’s safety. I will deal with Qui-Gon myself when the time is right. For now, young Kenobi, take note that you were not technically expelled from the order. Legally, you would have to submit a set of forms through the Council or have been expelled via a Council vote. Should you choose to go back, the door would remain open.”

“That is… a surprise, to be sure.”

“But a welcome one, I would hope.”

“I am still not sure if I wish to go back, if I am being honest.”

“How coincidental,” Dooku mused, taking a sip of the glass. “We all feel the same way. If I may introduce everyone?”

The rest of the ‘Jedi’ nodded.

“Kenobi, to summarise, we are… disgruntled with the way the Order has been run. It has gradually become corrupt, become a slave to the Republic. It does much good, do not misinterpret me, but there is much more it could be doing. This little…” he waved his glass around boredly, gesturing to everyone else, “congruity, shall we say, seeks to construct an alternative. Obviously you are familiar with Lord Vader, and my own grievances with the Council and the Order should not surprise you. This is Master Ky Narec and his daughter – and apprentice – Asajj Narec. He has issue with the rules surrounding attachment, as does our next member, Master Nejaa Halcyon.”

“I am a married man,” the Jedi revealed, making Kenobi’s eyebrows shoot high enough to elicit a chuckle from the Jedi present. “Master Narec and I are proof a force-user can have attachment.”

“Next is my good friend, Master Sifo-Dyas, who has strong views on the Jedi’s frivolous attitude towards intervention. Over there, snickering in that corner of the room, is Maul, Kilindi, and Daleen. Ex-pawns to dark forces, who,” Dooku leaned in closer and conspiratorially, “are Lord Vader’s children.”

The rest of the Jedi chuckled, Vader stifled ad sigh, Asajj simply smiled, and the trio hidden behind the bookshelf quickly poked their head out to flash the crowd a grin, though they pointedly ignored Obi-Wan.

“Asajj!” Kilindi hissed as Daleen giggled, “come here!”

As the girl silently made her way over to the others, Dooku leant back into the couch and gestured for Obi-Wan to take a seat. Kenobi had completely forgotten what he was originally going to ask. This was much more interesting. If renowned Jedi masters were collaborating with the ruler of this Empire, this only further reinforced what Vader had claimed.

“Join us, young Kenobi. I am keen to head your thoughts.”

“Now,” Vader spoke up, downing the last sip of his glass. “Where were we.”

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Cariss straightened her uniform one last time, doing her best not to stand stiffly at the right of Lord Vader’s throne. Jango passed her a flask of water – Mandalorian style – and she took a quick swig, nodding silently in thanks. Situated in small groups throughout the throne room were other high-ranking officials, including but not limited to Director Doriana, Minister Damask, Moff Kresh, Moff Syndulla, General Vizsla, Admiral Wren, Director Yularen, as well as Master Dooku, who was by this point an Imperial in all but name. The occasional shifting of shadows on the catwalks above implied the presence of Vader’s chil- the terrible trio, who doubtless were eavesdropping instead of doing their homework. Again.

At the entrance of the throne room, C-3PO led a small delegation towards the throne. The Eriadu delegation was led by the system’s current senator, Ranulph Tarkin. The senator’s reputation was… controversial, to be sure. He was a strong militarist who had built his own personal armed force, disgusted by the breakdown of order across the Rim. He was popular in his home sector, but his popularity most certainly did not extend all that far beyond. While it was true that many in his quarter of the Rim considered him a hero, he lacked the political clout to effect any real change. With all that being said, if the Empire was going to acquire Eriadu, it needed to acquire Ranulph Tarkin.

The boisterous man walked with supreme confidence, seemingly refusing to place his eyes on anyone but Vader. Lord Vader, for his part, seemed vaguely entertained by the senator’s arrogance. Cariss barely repressed a snicker when she heard Daline mutter under her breath to their ruler.

“Him? Are you sure it’s too late to assassinate him?”

Vader raised an eyebrow amusedly, but maintained a stern face as the senator and his entourage approached him. Cariss recognised two of the others as Jace Dallin, his aide, and Jova Tarkin, his grand-uncle and closest confidant.

“Lord Vader,” C-3PO chirped with a bow, “allow me to present the esteemed delegation from Eriadu, let by the honourable Senator Tarkin.”

For a long moment the two men merely held eye-contact with the other, sizing each other up.

Cariss took another swig from her water. She was not ready to deal with foreign dignitaries who could expose and ruin all she’d built.

“A pleasure,” Ranulph finally broke, conceding whatever macho standoff that was. “This has been a meeting long in the making.”

“Indeed.”

“Lord Vader, I am not a man for pleasantries. I assume you, too, are not.”

“A correct assumption.”

“Then let us skip straight to the reason we are here. Our intelligence agencies are among the greatest in the galaxy, yet, for the past few years, despite rumours of a warlord – ruthless or heroic, depending on who you ask – conquering much of the Rim, we were able to learn nothing. Even as these rumours increased dramatically and my spies confirmed the existence of your Empire, they could obtain nothing of value. Your security measures are tight yes, but the sheer loyalty of your population has utterly prevented our greatest attempts at investigation. And then, after all this time, I receive an invitation to meet with this mysterious warlord. Your fleets escorted me, your armies greeted me, it is clear your realm is strong. Far stronger than the rapidly weakening republic. So I ask you, why am I here?”

“I instructed you be escorted as such so that you could see that the Empire takes seriously what the Republic does not. The safety of its citizens. We have eliminated piracy, slavery, and spice trafficking, entirely removing Hutt influence from out planets. They now cower in their own domain, waiting our inevitable invasion. You have been attempting to reinstate a military for the republic for years to no avail. The core worlders care not for the plight of us Rimmers.”

“No,” Jova spat with disgust, “they do not.”

“So I forged a new path. Senator, you ask why I invited you here. Eriadu is without a doubt the most important planet in the western Outer Rim. To control and expand into these regions is impossible without the support of Eriadu. Unlike most worlds in the Rim, there is nothing to liberate your system from. We are extending an invitation for you to join us and serve as the command centre of our western oversector.”

Ranulph turned to Dallin and Jova, exchanging silent communication. “With all due respect, spare me the propaganda. If we’re turning our backs on the republic, I want to know what we’re really signing up for.”

“We have every intention of giving you a full presentation over the next several days, but for now I will allow Moff Cariss, my longest supporter and most senior administrator, to give you the preliminaries.”

Cariss smiled pleasantly but sternly as the Eriaduan delegation turned to face her. “Eriadu is a prosperous world, and it is one of the few which sustains consistent trade with the core worlds, but you are inhibited by several factors. Sullust and Malastare reap billions in credits annually on tariffs and taxes as all your exports and imports must go through these planets. You lack regional opportunities for trade and commerce due to the economic situation on these worlds. The Empire has improved the economic condition of all of its worlds and would allow Eriadu to yield far greater profits by directly importing and exporting to local worlds. When Sullust and Malastare are eventually annexed, they will doubtlessly remain behind Eriadu.”

“Keep an open mind, boy,” Jova grumbled, eliciting a nod from his grand-nephew. “This spells opportunity.”

“Very well, Lord Vader. Let us talk.”

Doriana filed another report away, delegated to some subordinate to deal with. Back on Scarif, he happily returned to his office and powered through datawork after datawork. Looking at the time, he realised it was probably home time, but resolved to finish a few more reports before turning it in for the evening. That trip to the Arkanis Sector Command Centre cost him more time than he would have liked. Though it was fun to hear about Tarkin’s failed attempts to infiltrate the Empire, he had a lot of work to do and he was determined to get through it. Until the door slid open.

“Good evening, Director.”

“Damask, it’s been a while.”

The Muun smiled, pulled out two of Doriana’s glasses and a bottle of his finest whiskey, and poured them each a glass. He frowned, slightly irritated at the action.

“This is delectable,” Damask mused savouring the taste.

“Not that I enjoy your company, but did you come here to do anything else but steal my whiskey?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Kinman, I simply wanted to have a chat.”

“Sith Lords don’t chat.”

“Good thing I retired. Somewhat forcefully, I admit, but truthfully I’ve felt so much less exhausted since I stopped scheming to overthrow the republic.”

“Fine,” Doriana shut his datapad, “let’s ‘chat’ then.” He reached forwards and took a swig of his. He really did have good taste.

“You know, you’re the only other person in the Empire who worked for the Sith.”

“Didn’t Maul?”

“Bah, he was an attack dog to Palpatine. You were a pawn.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking another sip.

“It feels so strange, doesn’t it?”

“Living an ordinary life running an Empire?”

“Exactly!” he chuckled. “Just a few years ago, I was sacrificing a tribe of Trandoshans to fuel an ancient Sith ritual. Now, I’m balancing the budget and negotiating trade deals between developing Outer Rim worlds! Isn’t it strange?”

“I would call most who sacrifice tribes of Trandoshans strange, yes.”

“I’ve been building a stronger relationship with my son, as well. Would you believe me if I told you he doesn’t feel scathing hatred when we’re in the same room together anymore? That’s what I call progress!”

“What Sith ritual specifically needs Trandoshans? Actually never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“And can you imagine the look on Palpatine’s face when my boy finally strikes him down? It’s going to be absolutely marvellous.”

“Did you sacrifice the children too? Wait, no, I really don’t want to know.”

“I’m going on holiday next month as well, to Ryloth. Again, one year I’m kidnapping a senator’s family, the next, I’m planning a holiday!”

“Damask?”

“Mm?” kark

“You’re one karked up son of a Hutt, you know that right?”

It was four days after Tarkin had arrived to negotiate with Vader. For the first time this week, the delegation was out of the palace, being led on a quick tour of the Empire’s central worlds by Moff Cariss. Vader took the opportunity to launch another meeting of High Command. It was clear that the Empire was steadily getting more attention and – with the crisis on Naboo expected to launch roughly three years from now – the Empire had to be ready for a potential war with the Republic and the Hutts who would no doubt seize any opportunity to invade.

“As requested, Enarc has been transformed from a fortress world into a launchpad for potential offensives,” Vice Admiral Phox explained, gesturing to the hologram in the centre of the room. “In addition to the presence of the Fifth Fleet, six squadrons of long-range fighters and bombers have been designated to the base. The local garrison was expanded and current projections show the ability to launch ground invasions within two days, assuming naval supremacy.”

“If a crisis were to occur on Naboo, what are the estimates for our intervention?”

“Captain Grett believes we could be in the system and pacify it within a week.”

“Excellent. Admiral Kijaa,” he addressed the Rodian who commanded his eastern forces, “you wished to brief us on your operations?”

Vader leant back into his seat as Kijaa begun detailing the extend of their eastern defences. Working with the IDEF he had discovered new hyperspace routes to the worlds just within the reaches of the Hutts. He had prepared operations to use these routes to bypass Gamorr altogether and encircle it, saving potentially tens of thousands of lives in a costly battle. As had been learnt with the Hutts, it was often best to respond quickly and decisively, ending the war before it had a chance to truly escalate. Furthermore, Kijaa laid out his plans for a blitzing strike at Bothawui in the event they did not flip to the Empire’s side.

Admiral Wren then proceeded to elaborate on the extensive defences he had overseen constructed around the Empire. The existing defensive fleets were mobile enough to respond to any Republic offensives, especially as Cirus and Rothana pumped out more Star Destroyers by the year. Securing Eriadu and Sullust rapidly became a priority as it would allow the Empire to double their ship production. Furthermore, Wren had overseen the assignment of several wings of fighter and bomber squadrons across the Empire which would only further increase their defensive capabilities.

“If I could direct everyone’s attention towards Malastare,” General Ordo begun, bringing up the next zoom-in on the map. “As our military grows, so does the need for fuel. We’ve run the numbers, and w…”

“We’ve come to a decision, Lord Vader.”

Vader steepled his fingers and watched the Tarkins closely. “Do go on.”

“Eriadu will join your Empire, but we need certain assurances,” Ranulph begun. “You will appoint me as the Moff of our sector, and you will swear to uphold the agreements discussed this week. I am aware you seek to add Sullust to your fiefdom, but it will be Eriadu that shines brightest in this corner of the galaxy.”

“Your demands are… reasonable. I accept. However,” Vader paused with a wave of the finger as he stood up, “You had best not disappoint me. You are not the only Tarkin who lusts for power. I care not for who holds the title as long as the Empire is secure and prosperous.”

“Do not waste your breath on empty threats. I assure you, this is the start of a truly productive relationship.”

"We shall see."

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Daline typed away at her terminal, boredly evaluating another low-level proposal from the Herdessa system, moments away from simply turning over the entire stack of work to one of her aides. Why Vader assigned all this to her she had no idea. The only reason she kept at it was to figure out why Lord Vader felt it necessary for her to do so. Was he trying to show her the importance of scale? To work at all levels of government? If she didn’t know any better, she’d have assumed he was trying to keep her busy.

…

Or distracted.

…

The door to her office slid open, and Daleen and Kilindi giggled their way in. The absence of Maul was… concerning. Instinctively, she smiled at the girls, but then it all came together and her face twisted into a scowl.

“What have they done now.”

“Well…” Daleen trailed off, not wanting to be the bearer of what would no doubt be terrible news.

“It’s about what they are doing,” Kilindi finished.

“Sithspit.”

Vader grunted as he parried another strong slash, returning a flurry of attacks at his opponent. Dooku chortled at his surprise offensive but blocked and countered his strikes nonetheless. The two danced around the grand training room in an immense display of skill.

Maul cheered Vader on from the bleachers, clearly audible over the noise of the rest of the audience. Kenobi’s voice similarly sounded above the rest though his cheer was directed to Dooku, his unofficial new master. The other Imperial Jedi, a plethora of Mandalorians and other warriors, Damask, and even Cariss were present and eagerly shouting. Though Vader condoned gambling, he was willing to turn a blind eye to the credits being bet behind his back.

Finishing off a particularly aggressive attack, Vader propelled Dooku backwards. “Outstanding! I haven’t faced such a skilled swordsman in years! Pay attention, young Kenobi, allow me to provide more practical instruction as to the efficiency of Form V,” he boasted before swinging right back into the battle.

“Unbelievable,” Daline muttered as she briskly marched out of her office, the girls in tow. Half her guard were missing, likely watching the show downstairs. She barked at her remaining men without missing a step. “With me. Now!”

They fell into step behind her and the girls, a little too eagerly for her liking. In all likelihood, they simply wanted to watch whatever was going downstairs.

“What is he thinking, fighting Dooku? Didn’t he say Dooku was the order’s greatest swordsman?”

“Maul may have egged them on…” Daleen confessed timidly.

“Dal!” Kilinidi shouted, scandalised but her friend’s betrayal.

“Men,” she muttered angrily. “I swear, if he has a single injury, I’ll give him a real reason to go to the medbay.”

She pushed the buttons to the elevator, but they didn’t respond. She pushed again, but nothing happened.

“He didn’t…”

A humble maintenance worker whistled his way in. He glanced between her and the elevator and shrugged. “Lord Vader scheduled elevator maintenance for today. He takes the safety of those in the building bloody seriously.”

“Argh!”

 Dooku, in his relative youth, was far more powerful and skilled than Vader remembered. Vader had come a long way since their duels in the Clone Wars, but that didn’t negate the sheer skill Dooku held, especially given his newfound (oldfound?) vitality and mobility.

This duel had been much anticipated and both adversaries were clearly enjoying it. Maul and Kenobi stood tall on the bleachers, rallying their respective crowds to their side. Maul even had succeeded in getting Asajj to participate in the chanting, despite that pitting her against her father. Master Nyrec didn’t seem plussed in the slightest, and eagerly chanted to Kenobi’s tune in support of Dooku.

“Hm,” Dooku hummed, jumping backwards. “I must admit, you have surprised me, Lord Vader.”

“I wish I could say the same, but your reputation proceeds you.”

“You flatter me.”

Both opponents detached their capes, dropping them to the floor.

“But flattery will not win you this battle, my friend.”

“No,” he smiled, “I suppose not.”

“I could probably forgive him for this stupid duel,” she huffed as she jogged down, “but for making me take the stairs? I’m going to murder him.”

The girls panted behind her but maintained their pace. “I’ll… allow it…”

“I mean it! I’m genuinely going to murder him. I’m going to need a new uniform after this.”

“I’m going to need a new dress!”

“You’re such a drama queen, Daleen.”

Both Dals turned their heads with a glare at Kilindi.

“I meant Dal! Not you! Sorry mo- sorry!”

Daline only sighed and kept jogging.

“I’m going to kill the lot of them.”

Vader casually blocked another attack and the two broke off from the duel. Sabers pointed downwards, both men began to circle each other from a distance. Dooku gave Vader a nod of respect which Vader returned. Both took the opportunity to regain their breath. Neither knew how to turn the tide.

“We appear to be rather evenly matched,” Dooku mused.

“Perhaps.”

“How do you wish to proceed?”

Maul shouted from the bleachers, “Kick his ass!”  

“Language!” Vader chastised, shaking his head.

“Your boy has quite the vocabulary.”

“I swore once while fixing my fighter and now he thinks its acceptable to swear whenever he pleases.”

“Ah, the joys of fatherhood.”

Vader sighed. “Very well, it is clear no victory will be decided using exclusively sabers. Allow me to offer an alternative.

Vader turned grabbed onto a series of boxes and propelled them at his adversary. Dooku parried them with ease but began to circle around even faster. Vader smiled.

“Sorry ma’am,” a security officer blocked her path, “this floor of the building s’been locked down. Emergency drills, y’see. You’ll have to go out the back and circle ‘round the front.”

“I’m a general,” Daline seethed, “my clearance is second to Lord Vader himself. You will let us through this very instant.”

“’fraid I can’t do that, ma’am. Lord Vader’s the one who ordered the drill, y’see.”

She took a moment to take a deep breath, ignoring the girls who were trying to keep a straight face. “Don’t think for a moment I don’t know that you two were involved in this somehow.”

“What?” Kilindi exclaimed in surprise. “We came to find you!”

“Only after it was too late to stop this. Damnit. Commander!” she shouted at her lead guard, “I want a speeder at the back by the time we exit the building.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

Daline began marching off again. “The lot of you are in so much trouble.”

“It’s over Lord Vader,” Dooku shouted from his position on the catwalk, “I have the high ground.”

Vader tutted, smiling grimly. It had been many years since he had the arrogance and the impudence to fall for such a trick. There had been a time when he would have – and did – succumb to such temptation, and it landed him in a torture device for years. If that wasn’t a learning experience, he didn’t know what was.

“You underestimate me,” Vader teased back tediously, making no move to follow.

“Try it. Let us put an end to this.”

Rather than fall for the man’s provocations, Vader reached up with the force and pulled at the catwalk. It snapped, falling quickly. Surprised, Dooku jumped off, which was going to place the man right where he wanted him. It was just a matter of seconds… And…

“Lord Anakin Vader!” a familiar voice shouted out, silencing the room (excluding the clattering catwalk).

Both Dooku and Vader looked up in distraction, only to both fall to the floor when the elder combatant violently collided with the younger. They tumbled across the floor, weapons clattering apart. Boos erupted from the crowd, to be silenced when Daline gave them a stare that could have turned a Wampa to stone.

Vader, coughing and rubbing his head, slowly stood up, only to be thrown back down to the floor rather rudely by what he could only assume to be Daline’s wrath. The crowd began to chuckle, but another stare sent them grumbling out of the room.

“Not you Maul,” she addressed without turning away from Vader’s sore position on the floor. “Don’t even think about slipping away.”

“Would you believe me,” Vader started, weakly breathing, “if I told you it was all the boy’s fault?”

From his equally pained position meters away from him, Dooku laughed.

Kenobi nervously stood at the edge of the landing pad at Scaparus Port. He tugged at his robes – a new light grey tunic provides by the tailors – as he waited for the ship in front of him to open. The stolen T-6 shuttle in front of him stared down at the ex-Jedi apprentice menacingly, almost judging him for his months of absence. He consciously prevented himself from scowling back. The more he was in the Empire, the less he wanted to go back. Here, Kenobi was doing good, good that would last. The Republic was a broken institution and, having seen the alternative, could confidently point out its flaws. One thing he was certain about was that he would not go back to the Jedi Order. Even if the Order somehow fixed all its faults, he felt an obligation to remain with Master Dooku to oversee this new beginning.

With the ship having finished its perceived judging, it finally opened, revealing a small group of Jedi apprentices who appeared apprehensive and concerned.

“Obi!” Bant Eerin shouted, relieved, throwing herself at him. Kenobi laughed and returned the hug to the Mon Calamari, smiling at the others. Garen Muln, Reeft, Quinlan Vos, and – although he feared the opposite – even Siri Tachi. Siri eyed him with more suspicion than the others, but he was too embroiled in a sudden group hug to do anything about it.

“Why did you wait so long to call us?” Bant demanded, suddenly shoving us, “we thought you were- we thought something bad had happened.”

“It’s, er, it’s a long story. Follow me, I’ll tell you in the shuttle ride back to the manor.”

The padawans again appeared uncertain but their friendship was stronger than their suspicion and they followed him towards the luxury shuttle Dooku had provided. Garen whistled. “Are you ready to leave, sir?” the officer Vader assigned to him for the day asked.

“Yes, that would be wonderful. Could you take us back to the manor, Ensign Lek?”

“At once, sir.”

They all got into the rear compartments, marvelled briefly at the opulence of the vessel Dooku demanded he take, before they refused to let him delay any longer.

“We want answers, Obi,” Siri said firmly. “You told us this was important. We trust you, so even when you told us to leave our masters behind and not tell anyone, we listened. But see this from our perspective, you’re not wearing the robes of the Jedi, you completely disappeared, we had to be cleared to land by a blasted fleet, and these officers are calling you sir? We didn’t think there were any militaries this powerful in the galaxy. So talk.”

“Qui-Gon abandoned me on Melida/Daan,” he blurted out. “The civil war was brutal. Children fought their parents, thousands were killed… it was truly a terrible thing… I could not abandon them, even when Master Jinn threatened to kick me out of the Order. So he left me.”

Kenobi recited the war detail by detail, garnering horrified looks from his friends. Even the particularly stone-faced Siri gritted her teeth and appeared unsettled. “I would have stayed as well,” Vos declared. “Hells, if I knew you were fighting a kriffing war on your own, I’d have jumped ship to join you!”

“Yeah!” Garen and Reeft shouted simultaneously.

“While I am flattered, I am glad you did not. It is an experience I hope you never have to experience. I was resigned to years of fighting, of pointless bloodshed.”

“What happened?” Bant asked softly.

“Not what. Who.” He pointed out the ship’s viewing port at a passing news billboard. On the screen was an imperssive picture of the Empire’s ruler. “Lord Vader.”

“Woah…” Garen expressed as he stared out the window.

“His armies ended the war within months and brought peace back to the planet. Melida/Daan now is a major mining world, and facilitates trade between the surrounding systems. The planet has never been better off.”

“Who is he?” Siri pressed.

“He’s the leader in this corner of the galaxy.”

“So when that huge ship told us we had entered Imperial space…”

“You’re within the borders of the Empire, now,” Kenobi explained, straightening his back. “I was sceptical at first, but the people here are genuinely happy. I want to show you what we’ve been doing. I want to show you what we are going to do. Give me a chance, and if you want to you can still go back to your masters.”

“You want us to leave the Jedi?” Reeft gasped incredulously.

“No. I want you to help us build something new. Master Dooku is here, as is many other Jedi. The Empire is a fresh start. Please, give me a chance. The Empire only exists to serve the good of the people. Let me show you.”

The bridge of the Avenger seemed remarkably normal, given the gravity of the mission. Vader stared out the bridge, hands clasped behind his back, as Admiral Coburn directed the fleet towards the planet of Kamino. Without the constant threat of war and presence of Venators, the blue planet looked remarkably peaceful.

“Lieutenant,” he beckoned his adjutant, “please inform Generals Fett and Daline that we will descend to the city in fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”

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With two supercommandos in front of him, a squad of supercommandos at the rear, and an assorted entourage of officials either next to or between him and their security detail, Vader briskly marched through the while halls of Kamino. Kamino was one of the few locations Vader had visited that remained just as he remembered it. It was surreal to see the clones again through the glass of the transparent walkways. Vader was… disgruntled, to say the least, when Palpatine had shut down the facilities on Kamino. For a while after that, the 501^st legion remained the only pure clone unit in the empire. As his command grew, however, and as their numbers dropped, Vader was forced to include non-clone troopers in his legion.

He had no intention of dragging the clones to war, not unless they wanted to participate. With age and wisdom, Vader understood that they were just as much slaves as he was. Bred for war, shackled to the Jedi, the Republic, Palpatine, and the Empire, until their entire genetic code was run to the ground. Vader had a… very different view on the clones to the elites and dictators of his original time.

“May I present Lama Su, Prime Minister of Kamino.”

“Thank you, Taun We. I must say, you have arrived far sooner than expected, Master Jedi.”

“I’m afraid there’s been some confusion, Prime Minister,” Vader explained primly, staking a seat and leaning on one knee. “I am no Jedi.”

“Oh? Are you here on other business then?”

“No. We are here for the clones.”

“We at not at liberty to discuss such matters without the presence of our clients.”

Damask stepped forwards and smiled politely at the Kaminoan. “Prime Minister, when my son mentioned confusion, I must claim responsibility.”

The Prime Minister squinted momentarily before returning the smile. “Master Sifo-Dyas. Why, you should have made yourself known before. I take it these gentlebeings are with you?”

“Naturally. And again, I must confess to responsibility for this confusion. I am Hego Damask. Sifo-Dyas was a… cover, shall we say, a cover which allowed me to commission this army discreetly. However, there has been a change in plans.”

“Very well. Do explain.”

“I still don’t know…” Bant vacillated.

Obi-Wan nodded as he paced the living room of Dooku’s manor, the fledgling alternate Jedi Order’s ‘temple’, so to speak. Convincing his friends had become much more of a task than he anticipated. Kenobi had only just begun to realise just how much he was asking of them.

“I do,” Muln stated as he chowed on a meal prepared by Dooku’s kitchen staff. “With food like this, count me in.”

“Don’t joke,” Tachi growled, unhappily looking out the window. “This is a serious decision.”

“I’m not kidding. You can count me in. Obi’s never led us astray, and its clear this Empire isn’t all that bad. Kriff, you could probably convince me its better than the Republic if you let me stay here a few months.”

“Its good that us Jedi are involving ourselves now,” Reeft agreed. “We have an opportunity to keep this government on the straight and narrow. We can provide accountability.”

“This reminds me too much of the Sith Empire from the ancient texts,” Tachi dismissed. “There’s some great deception, I know it.”

“Know it,” Obi-Wan challenged, “or feel it?” His friend glared at him before returning her gaze to the window.

“Nah,” Vos disagreed, jumping down from his perch on top of a shelf. “I’ve been following people. Talking to people. They’re actually happy. People out here love the Empire, love this Vader fellow. I’m inclined to believe them. I can’t believe he’s managed to cut out slavery and Hutt influence in this part of the galaxy.”

“I’m not asking you to abandon the order,” Kenobi argued, “just to stay out here a while. Reeft said it before, we have an opportunity to participate in change.”

Siri stepped away from the window and began walking outside of the room. “Kenobi,” She beckoned without looking or gesturing. He followed her out of the room and around the corner. She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up.

“I want to speak with Master Gallia.”

“If we contact the masters, the Empire will be discovered. The Republic will react poorly and millions will die.

Siri’s face softened. “Are your feelings clear, Obi? Are you so staunchly for the Empire because it is right, or because of Qui-Gon?”

Kenobi flinched but stood his ground. “Because it is right.”

Her face hardened again. “Because of us?”

This time, Kenobi met her gaze stoically. “Because it is right.”

Daline interrupted Vader’s conversation with one of the Kaminoans, passing him a datapad.

“Our troops have secured key points throughout the facility. The 21^st Flotilla has entered the system. They’re jamming all outgoing communications and filtering all incoming. If anyone wants to know what’s happening on Kamino they’ll have to travel here themselves.”

“Good. Have we begun removing the chips?”

“Jango is overseeing the operation now. It’ll take a while, but it’ll let us filter the population off-world at a manageable pace. We-”

“Are you Vader?” an unfamiliar Mandalorian interrupted. He wore old pre-Imperial armour, and had what appeared to be an entourage of teenage clones who stood respectfully a few meters behind him. Vader turned to face him and rested his hands on his belt.

“Indeed. And who might you be?”

“Kal Skirata. I’m one of the trainers Jango brought on to train this army.”

“I see. You have done well.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Word is that you’re taking over Kamino. I know you Jedi send children into battle all the time, but there’s no way half of this army is ready for war.”

“I am no Jedi, and I have no intention of wasting the lives of these clones. In fact, I have no intention of enslaving them to fight in a war at all. The Imperial military is strong enough as it is. No, after the chips are removed, we are facilitating the emigration of the clones to Ukio, Lyran IV, and the Pii system.”

“What?”

“These planets have job shortages and are projected to increase in prosperity dramatically over the course of the next few years. I’m certain the clones will only enhance this.”

“We’re ceasing all training operations,” Daline explained, savouring the shock on the Mandalorian’s face. “If they wish to serve in the military, they are welcome to enlist, but the clones are sentients and will be treated no differently to any other citizen in the Empire.”

“I doubt the Kaminoans are happy.”

“They have received their full payment,” Vader responded nonchalantly. “The cloners have nothing to complain about.”

“Good. Come on, Nulls,” the man ordered the young clones behind him, “we have work to do.”

Dooku sipped from his tea as the Jedi masters in front of him prattled ceaselessly. The masters of those Jedi Obi-Wan had summoned – a mess he was still cleaning up – were, rather understandably, less than enthused with their padawan’s sudden disappearance.

“Masters,” he interrupted with a sigh, placing his cup down. “Your padawans are quite alright. I assure you; they are safe in my care.”

“That’s not what we asked,” Master Clee Rhara protested somewhat angrily. “Where is my app- our apprentices?”

“It is unusual,” Master Tholme mused calmly. “They have completely disappeared, and none of us can sense them in the force. Just how far away are you?”

“I’m afraid the details of my mission are confidential. Initially, it was to be a solo mission, but the will of the force has summoned these young Jedi. Why, I cannot say, but I promise you that we are doing much good.”

“Lying,” the diminutive hologram of Yoda analysed, “you are not. Most interesting, hm? But doing good, are you? Or doing good, you only think?”

“I follow the will of the force.”

“Hmhm,” Yoda chuckled. “Curious. Meditate, I will. Return to your mission. Focus on protecting the young ones, you must.”

Cariss examined the figures in front of her. Far from being a regular politician, much of her days found her caught up in graphs and diagrams. She tapped her left index finger on the table as she examined the present situation in her head.

“Governor Farr, I understand your stance, but I cannot approve permitting Rodia influence in the affairs of the Ooo-temiuk government.”

“They are our colony! With Rodia stabilising, we must be permitted to return our attention to spreading outwards. Moff Cariss, the Rodians have remained separate for too long.”

“Ooo-temiuk has as much autonomy as Rodia. All planets are equal within the Empire. Now, if you-”

“But Moff Car-”

“Do not cut me off,” she rebuked coldly with a glare, raising her index finger. “If you are serious about wishing to engage in colonial enterprises, I suggest you get in contact with the Ministry of Colonisation. Several viable worlds have been discovered in the Tolonda sector which I am certain would interest Rodian colonists. What I will not do is permit you to influence another system in the Empire, specially not a system which has embraced its own regional identity.”

“I… I understand.”

“Good,” she smiled tightly, wrapping her knuckles on the desk and reaching for another datapad. “It is fortuitous that you requested an audience with me today. The Imperial Discovery and Expansionary Fleet has thus far benefited greatly from Rodian scouts, navigators and pilots. I have yet to coordinate with Moff Kresh, but Admiral Dardasso has expressed the desire to open an official academy on Rodia to streamline getting your people into the IDEF. I trust I do not need to explain the economic potential of such a project?”

“You are most generous, Moff. I will review the proposal immediately.”

“Excellent. If that is all, I have several more appointments to get through today.”

Cariss returned her attention to her terminal. While it was flattering and rewarding to be Vader’s most trusted administrator, it did mean that she was assigned the most important – and more often than not, challenging – tasks in the Empire. Before leaving for Kamino, Vader instructed her to devise a plan to bring Malastare into the fold.

The planet lay within the Gran Protectorate, an oppressive body enforcing Gran interests over the native Dug population. The Gran held support from the Senate, allowing them free reign over their possessions. Though it would no doubt be easy to convince the Dug to join the Empire, it was doubtful that the Gran would be so pleased.

So, with a slight sigh, she returned to the drawing board. There was a reason she was given these tasks. She was the only one who could do them.

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“…neral Ordo reports that he has completed his conquest of the Koda Spur and the Lipsec Run ahead of schedule. Similarly, Captain Tarkin has occupied the Imynusoph system, though the natives have resisted.” Vader observed the disgust on Fett’s face.

“The Tarkins are not our greatest assets,” Vader allowed, steepling his fingers. “Make a public show of us removing the Moff’s cousin from his operations in the system, withdraw our forces to safer positions, and deploy a new commander to oversee the integration. Preferably someone with talent for diplomacy.”

“Right away, Lord Vader. Our forces now border western Wild Space thanks to General Ordo’s efforts. Admiral Dardasso is seeking confirmation to begin operations in the region. The IDEF is only limited by the development of the planets he has recently acquired.”

“Very well. Begin the exploration. Integrating and improving the Koda Spur, Lipsec Run, and the southmost area of the Hydian Way and Corellian Trade Spine is a maximum priority. I want Chief Superintendent Tonith to oversee this himself.”

Fett typed a note into his datapad. “While on the topic of the IDEF, Captain Teeva’s detachment has discovered the planet Yanibar. It… her report claims it is populated with Jedi, sir. Isolationist Jedi. He is requesting support. The population refuses to negotiate entry and appears ready to defend against perceived occupational action.”

“Contact Master Dooku to travel to this… Jedi refuge. I trust him to resolve the situation. Inform Captain Teeva to avoid confrontation and hostility and simply focus on securing the space above the planet. I believe she is mapping out a connecting hyperspace lane between the Five Veils Route and the Corellian Run?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I assume in her report she claims that Yanibar is vital to this route?”

Jango paused to read over the report. “Yes, sir.”

“Then we shall proceed, even if we must set up a space-station rather than occupy the planet. Is there anything else of note?”

“Nothing I can’t oversee myself.”

“Jango,” Vader smiled curtly, “I’ve been working with you for eight years. Do not think I cannot tell there is something you wish to discuss.”

“I, well, I don’t know.”

“If you truly do not wish to discuss it…”

“It’s a personal situation.”

“Then it is fortuitous that, in addition to being your commanding officer, I am also your friend.”

“Fine,” Jango chuckled, throwing his datapad down and taking a seat. “It’s about Cariss.”

“Have you finally gotten the stones to ask her out?”

“What?!” the Mandalorian shouted, nearly knocking his drink over.

“Do not act coy with me,” Vader waved off boredly. “Your mutual infatuation is clear to all. For once, the gossip columns do not seem to be missing the mark by all that much.”

“I- you- Lord Vader!”

“You would make a good match. When are you planning on making a move?”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Raising a child together is simple enough, but a meagre date is too much for the great Jango Fett?” Vader poked seriously with a raised eyebrow, only just keeping his smirk in check.

“Oh laugh it up,” Fett grumbled.

“Hm,” Vader pondered, leaning back into his chair and pretending he hadn’t been prepared for this for the last few months. “Perhaps… a push would be in order.”

“Oh no you don’t. I’ve seen this face before.”

“I was intending to take an acquaintance to the next performance of the Denon Symphony Orchestra. It seems their tour has, after a rather unusual rearranging of funds, landed them in Eriadu, a week from now.”

“That’s Jyll’s favou- I see what you’re doing. How long has this been in the works for?”

Vader ignored him. “Tragically, my acquaintance can no longer make it, and it would be in poor taste to go on my own. Here, take my tickets.”

“You know,” Jango growled angrily as he stood up and snatched the tickets out of Vader’s outstretched hand, “you’re worse than Arla. You’re a real piece of work.”

“Enjoy the performance, General Fett,” Vader dismissed with a wave. “You have preparations to make.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled as he marched out. “Sneaky son of a-”

Further words were lost behind the closing durasteel door.

Damask sipped his wine behind his desk in the safe confines of the Spire on Scarif. Truly, it was a wonderful planet. If it wasn’t under permanent military oversight, it would make a terrific holiday destination. He returned his attention back to Doriana and his subordinates as they discussed the current state of the senate. How better to prepare for eventual confrontation with the Republic than to have eyes and ears in the heart of it?

The senators representing the Imperial systems voted as one. They continued to deny rumours of an outlandish warlord or a secret confederation. After all, how could nations as poor as those of the Rim possibly ever pose a threat to the Republic? The only two figures who seemed to actually wish to investigate was the Chancellor himself and Senator Palpatine. However, without the support of allies such as the Tarkins and the late Orn Free Taa, Palpatine’s influence had been significantly reduced.

Damask reviewed several reports detailing ‘renovations’ for Palpatine’s office. The man’s temper was beginning to get the better of him.

Furthermore, the Jedi, thanks to Dooku and other defecting Jedi, remained blissfully unaware of the true nature of the Empire. Most of Kenobi’s friends had ceased to be a security risk and seemed to be enjoying themselves at the same academy Maul had been sent to. Sure, Master Windu had been rustling feathers and attempting to investigate the supposed conspiracy, but his efforts had turned up nothing. It was ironic; the Jedi could not sense a dark side plot, because the plot itself was not of the dark side.

He chuckled softly and had another sip. Doriana raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head. Bah. The man took his job too seriously. He really needed to loosen up a bit. Damask had made it his mission to remove the stick from the Director’s-

“Damask?”

“Hm?”

Doriana sighed. “Could you please update us on the Trade Federation’s activity bordering Imperial territory?”

The Muun flashed an unsettling grin. “It would be my pleasure.”

-tshk-

“General Vizsla, -tshk- you?”

“This is Vizsla.”

“Major Romodi, -tshk-attalion of -tshk- 23^rd legion. We- Lieutenant, fix this -tshk- signal!”

Daline typed away at her terminal, bringing up the details of Romodi and his mission.

“Where is Lord Vad-tshk-, he demanded we -tshk- him if -tshktshk-”

“Lord Vader has temporarily left to Dathomir. You may speak with me.”

“We’re engaged in a brutal war against -tshk- anti-imperial faction on Polmanar. Much of the population has received us willing-tshk- but there are hardcore republicans occupying the northern continents. General Vox perished after the insurgents ambushed his battalion in an offensive operation on what the -tshk- call Kears. I am now the ranking officer, and I am requesting autho-tshk- from Imperial High Command to retreat to friendly territory to regr-tshktshk-”

“Permission granted.”

“Commodore Vizsla has sustained heavy losses as well, but we cannot afford to retreat the fleet. If the Polmanar -tshk- to get word to the Republic -tshktshktshktshk- this damn signal, now Lieutenant!!”

“I’m redirecting a nearby fleet to support your operation. Are there any ground reinforcements you need?”

“What?!”

“I said are there any ground reinforcements you need?”

“-tshk-”

“Major Romodi, do you need ground reinforcements!”

“Yes, please. Vox took most of our armoured corps to the grave with him. -tshk- need more walkers on the double, and -tshktshk- fix our communications.”

“Understood. Romodi, I’m promoting you to Colonel to oversee the rest of this operation. Pacify the terrorists and work with the locals to prevent future hostilities.”

“The -tshk-third legion won’t let you down. We- Secure that ridge, now!! Lieute-”

The connection cut out but Daline was already reassigning personnel and contacting Jango to loop him into the emergency. It was rare for populations to resist the Empire, but when it did High Command and the Moffs tugged at their collars nervously. The Empire was a force of liberation and prosperity; forcefully invading planets went against their mantra completely. In the monthly meetings of the top brass of every branch of the Empire, tensions ran high regarding certain fiercely independent or pro-Republic worlds in the Outer and Mid Rims.

Admiral Wren led a hardliner faction which encouraged fiercely destroying any resistance and blockading unruly planets to prevent outgoing communications. Moff Cariss’ faction sought a softer approach, with the most radical members even going so far as to suggest ignoring problematic planets entirely. An unorganised moderate bloc of officials danced between the two, but more often than not it turned into a battle between Wren’s interventionalist and imperialistic desires and Cariss’ pro-restraint and compassionate faction.

While the general perception was that Vader tended to always side with his favourite Moff, in this particular debate he tended to side more with Wren, though he had taken a slightly more moderate approach. Vader decreed that ignoring planets was not an option; they needed to control every variable if the Empire was to survive and thrive. He commanded that the Empire do whatever it takes to secure the support of major factions on these planets to maintain the legitimacy of their intervention. By maintaining the employment of civil servants and local celebrities, the non-radical groups of the population were more likely to fall in line. Cariss wasn’t pleased, but there was not much she could do. Wren had the continuous support of a third of the attendees and their leader himself.

Maul assaulted the modified punching bag with everything he had while Daleen and Kilindi leisurely played a game of pool. Let them laugh at his work ethic. Exercise extends one’s life, after all, and if they didn’t lay off the wine and start using their gym a bit more he would outlive them by decades.

The girls didn’t appreciate it when he verbalised those thoughts though.

Softies.

The doorbell rung suddenly, causing Kilindi’s shot to miss as she spun in shock. Eager not to be standing next to them in case they started bickering, he grabbed a towel and ebgun trying himself as he went to the door. Opening it, he smiled and welcomed Vader into his home.

“It is good to see you be so diligent with your fitness,” he commended, observing the room.

“I sense your smugness,” Maul claimed. He had gotten better at reading the man.

“Indeed? You are correct. Allow me to show you why.”

Vader gestured a hand towards the two new yellow-skinned Zabraks who entered the room behind him. “Maul, I’d like to introduce you to your brothers. Meet Savage, and Feral.”

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Once more in his private residence – the mansion he hardly visited – he and his Jedi conspirators once again huddled around the couches in his living one. One of the living rooms. He didn’t know for sure, he really didn’t spend much time here, it was mostly for receiving guests and dignitaries. Usually Vader would just sleep in the quarters he had installed in the government building he worked in.

“The Zeison Sha initially thought I was a regular Jedi,” Dooku chortled. “It took much convincing to assure them I represented different parties. Remarkably, they were most curious to debate me. It was a tremendous trip.”

“I spent years on the Council and there was no mention of this ex-Jedi enclave,” Sifo-Dyas frowned.

“Bah,” Dooku waved off. “The Jedi Order slides any organisation that doesn’t suit it under the rug. They pride themselves on being the sole force-related organisation in the galaxy. Having a monopoly allows them to enforce their dogma as they see fit. This was a point the Zeison Sha agreed with me on. They do not with to be absorbed and assimilated, to abandon their ways. I cannot say I blame them.”

“Well,” Halcyon began, placing his glass down, “its not as if we’d force a planet to give up their culture to join the Empire. Why would it be any different with the Sha?”

Vader nodded. “Elaborate.”

“I agree to the need for a central organisation, and we’ve made great strides in laying the foundation, but we cannot fall into the same traps as the Jedi Order. We need to guarantee the continuation of these minor sects. Their individuality enriches our greater understanding of the force.”

“Indeed,” Dooku nodded, “in fact, by giving these smaller interpretations the room to interact with the rest of us and exchange knowledge and traditions, not only will we be able to provide a more diverse curriculum, but the sects will likely grow in relevance and number. We would be overseeing the formation of a multifaceted federation of organisations under a central banner.”

Vader mulled it over in his head. “This suits our plans. No one organisation would hold total control or influence and we would be able to manage a more liberal approach.”

“Think of it from a public relations perspective,” Nyrec joked. “This is what true freedom of belief looks like.”

Sifo-Dyas chuckled and shook his head. “Master Clee Rhara’s recent defection has provided great insight into the nature of attachment between a regular master and apprentice.”

“She is the master to Ensign Muln, is she not?”

“Yes. She got fed up of waiting and tracked Garen down. It took a few days of discussion but she realised it was attachment that brought her here, not responsibility or duty. I think when we inevitably go public we will find a lot of support from the average Jedi.”

“Which leads us to the most important aspect of this meeting,” Vader stated firmly, standing up and beginning a slow pace. “We need to finalise the nature of this organisation. Moff Cariss has overseen the bureaucratic process of creating the Imperial Ministry of the Force. This is our central organisation which will oversee all force-related matters.”

All the Jedi present murmured in agreement.

“In terms of our mainstream curriculum, we have put together a rather ironclad basic course. Self-control, abilities, simply understanding the nature of the force, this outline will allow anyone with the force to gain control over their own abilities and to function within society. Then, we offer specialised courses, allowing our force-sensitives to, should they choose, train in whichever particular area they would like.”

More nods.

“If our adepts take to any particular sub-organisation, such as the Zeison Sha, Dayogan Order, and so on, they may pursue further studies under their banner. Are there any objections?”

There were not.

“Which brings me to the last point. Being a part of this order is not, for the most part, a career path. I do not want the Ministry of the Force to end up like the Jedi Order, acting as the government’s lapdogs. At any point before, after, or during training, adepts may participate in jobs and education anywhere else. I want our adepts to have the option to live their own lives, unshackled from the dogma and indoctrination the Jedi and Sith are so fond of. If an adept does so choose, they may study to become an Imperial Knight, a force-using warrior who may be assigned either to the military, police, Imperial Intelligence, or ISB, but this is in no way the enforced pathway. Are we all in agreement?”

“Indeed.”

“Of course.”

“Good. Minister Dooku, I want you to finish preparations the moment you wrap up negotiations with the Zeison Sha.”

“It will be done, my friend.”

Maul was… deflated, to say the least.

Due to exams, Vader and Daline had prevented him and the girls from participating in any missions until after they had achieved an acceptable result. After over a month of absolute boredom, he had finally been permitted to leave on a mission. He was supposed to force the New Mandalorians to resign via any means necessary. They considered blackmailing or taking hostages, but Maul was convinced that assassinating them would be the simplest solution. Well. The more enjoyable solution.

But he dithered and dallied. Vader’s speech about being a scalpel not a hammer rung in his head and he hesitated. And, in the two days he had discussed how to handle the mission with his team – as if the force itself was playing a grand joke at his expense – the entire New Mandalorian government had been obliterated in a terrorist attack that went wrong.

Sure, Kal Skirata had managed to force himself into a position of power as Vader had wanted. The secret Moff of Mandalore was welcomed by all and with secret funds flowing from Arkanis, an ironclad discreet recruitment strategy, and the assistance of loyal Mandalorians, it would not be long until Mandalore had been transformed into the perfect surreptitious flanking manoeuvrer. Skirata would have no shortage of recruits to prepare for a war, united behind the most popular Mandalore since Mandalore the Avenger – Vader. The Mandalorians looked at Vader with the highest degree of respect and awe. Mandalore the Eternal, they called him, a title which was every bit a hopeful prediction as it was a final statement.

Which was all well and good, ignoring the fact that Maul hadn’t even gotten to step off the ship once and they were already on the way back to Arkanis.

Kriff it all.

Cariss typed away at her terminal at a swift pace, multitasking effortlessly. As Jango briefed her on recent expansions into Wild Space, she was approving (and rejecting) minor funding requests and monitoring a series of graphs representing various statistics in her sector. Though that sounded like a lot, Cariss didn’t have any difficulty with it. Running swaths of an Empire for long enough teaches you how to get everything done. You could either overwork, or delegate, delegate, delegate. Jyllian did both.

She briefly paused to take a sip of water and had her fingers hovering over the keyboard, ready to continue, when her aide burst into the room frantically.

“Ma’am!”

“Guri-?”

“There’s a senator on the line for you. He’s not one of ours.”

“Pardon?”

“Some senator from Naboo. He says he can wait for as long as needed.”

Jyllian politely smiled at her aide. “Thank you, that will be all.”

The moment the door closed behind Guri, Cariss's usually poised demeanour shattered. Her hand shot out, sending datawork flying from her desk and onto the floor in a whirlwind of papers and holographic projections. The scream that followed was raw, threatening to breach the confines of the sound-proof office. The sudden outburst caused Jango to jolt up off the couch in shock, eyes wide. Heart racing, she forcefully kicked her chair, sending it tumbling over. Overwhelmed and blinded by a surge of emotions, she swung her fist, making contact with the window. The thick, resilient glass didn't break, but she felt the sharp sting and the hot rush of blood from her knuckles. Swearing loudly, she cradled her injured hand, gasping for breath. She tugged at her collar, before remembering Jago was in the room with her and she darted her eyes up to meet his.

“Are- are you ok?”

Oh for the love of-

“Does it kriffing looking like I’m ok?” She managed herself to lean on her desk, panting. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pointed at the holoprojector. “On the other side of that call is Senator Palpatine.”

“Vader’s mentioned him in a few briefings but-”

“Has he mentioned a man called Sidious?”

“He has, but wh- ah karking hells.”

“I have Darth kriffing Sidious on hold, Vader is unavailable, my office is now a mess, and I’m certain that I look completely atrocious, and now I have to deal with potentially the greatest threat to the Empire. I’m a civil administrator, Jango”

To his credit, Jando didn’t flinch once, only pulling her into a hug to calm her down. “Listen, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but you have to do this. I know you can do this. Let’s quickly clean up. I’ll stay in the room with you outside of the range of the camera. I’ll be right here.”

“Ok,” she whispered, dropping to the floor to pick up what she’d knocked over. “Ok.”

Once the room had been quickly cleaned, she fixed her appearance and put on a stern face. She had a job to do. Tentatively, she reached forwards and opened the line. As expected, Palpatine materialised in front of her.

“Good day, Magistrate,” he greeted kindly. The scumbag. “The senate has been quieter without your passionate speeches. It is our loss. How has your return to local politics been treating you?”

“I am quite satisfied, thank you. I am a busy woman, Senator Palpatine, so with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you were to skip the pleasantries.”

“It would seem your time off Coruscant has also wounded your sense of tact. No matter. Magistrate Cariss, though the Senate is slow on the uptake, I am aware of a growing threat on the fringes of the Republic.”

“This is news to me, Senator.”

“Is that so?” he smiled curtly. Jyllian refused to break her stern look. “Magistrate, I understand you must be loyal to this Lord Vader, but do not presume to dupe me. That speech the two of you delivered… what was it, seven, eight years ago? A marvellous work, to be sure, but I am aware you are not the one pulling the strings.”

A chill ran down her spine, but she maintained character. “Senator, as I said I am a busy woman. Unless you have something other than baseless claims to present..?”

Palpatine stopped smiling. “I would be contacting Vader himself if I knew how, yet nobody seems to know how to do so. All of my… agents, who have travelled to the affected areas have not returned. That is besides the point. You and your master have set me back, but not enough to stop what is coming. I urge you to reconsider your path of action, lest a great tragedy befall your world. Trust in the Republic, Magistrate, trust in me.”

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Vader paced the hall just outside of the hospital room one of his closest friends lay in. Inside, Jango, Arla, Syndulla, and Shmi worriedly attended to Cariss, who had only just woken up. Vader looked up at the approaching doctor, doing his best to contain himself. It would do no good to lose his temper now.

“Doctor Kra’ga, what do you have to report.”

The doctor merely rolled his eyes and beckoned for Vader to walk with him. The arrogance of this man would have been intoxicating if Viro was not the greatest doctor this end of the Corellian Run. Vader would spare no less than his personal physician to attend to Jyllian.

“Vader, you woke me up for absolutely nothing. Any doctor could have dealt with this.”

“Moff Cariss deserves to have the best care available, I expect you to-”

“Yes, yes, do my duty this, blah blah blah that. I’m a busy man and I have important business to get back to so if we could hurry this along?”

“You were sleeping.”

“As I said, important business. However,” Viro dismissed with a lazy wave of the hand, leaning over to pull a document out of a passing nurse’s hand, “it is clear that the sooner I resolve this, the sooner I may return to bed.”

“I pay you millions of credits on a yearly basis.”

“Which is exactly why I have already restored her body as best as I can. There is nothing to worry about. Moff Cariss experienced a major panic attack. She passed out soon after that call and will be completely fine, assuming she rests for a few days and doesn’t have any more run-ins with hostile Sith.”

“Is there anything else that can be done?”

“I would strongly urge you to follow my personal medical recommendations,” the doctor sighed, passing Vader a document.

“… This only reads ‘Kill Palpatine’.”

“I guarantee you this would effectively end nearly all your problems.”

“There is a plan in place, doctor, and this is a rather high priority. Do not forget your place and do not forget your environment when making such inflammatory statements. You are privy to much more information than the average layman.”

“Vader, you were the one to read that out loud, not me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I eavesdropped on a few doctors on my break. I’m certain they’re about to botch a surgery and it is my duty to prevent that.”

“Why did you not say anything to them before?”

“Dramatic effect, my lord,” Doctor Kra’ga spun on his heels and begun marching off. “Now leave me, I have business to attend to.”

With Vader temporarily stepping in to handle the administration usually managed by Jyllian, Daline took it upon herself to take over as much military-related matters as possible to reduce the weight on Vader’s shoulders. Though this was only expected to last for an extra day or two, the accident happened to coincide with several reasonably important meetings, such as the Western Operations Meeting. She was connected via hologram to the various leaders managing the western expansion, led by the recently promoted Marshal Ordo.

“With the annexation of Cerea, my forces are set to not only mop up the rest of this quarter of the Outer Rim, but to launch operations down the Spar Trade Route and up the Great Gran Run.”

Captain Tarkin took the moment to add on his preparations. “We’re set up to breach the Expansion Region. My fleet is prepared to move on Kinyen and cut off the Great Gran Run from the other side.”

“There are to be no moves to take Kinyen,” Daline warned, pointing a finger upwards. “Remember the boundaries for expansion set by Lord Vader. If we push too far we will show our hand and invite the full attention of the Republic.”

“With all due respect,” Tarkin continued without an ounce of respect in his voice, “Kinyen is a major strategic world. If we do not control it, defending our westmost territories becomes much more difficult. Securing the world is vital to our territorial integrity.”

“And what is your proposal to deal with the Gran? They are fiercely loyal to the republic and will not take kindly to our expansion.”

“A blockade-”

“Blockading one of the Republic’s staunchest worlds is inviting disaster to our doorstep. That’s nearly two billion likely hostile sentients. A single slip of the blockade would bring it all crashing down.”

“If I may,” Commodore Gobi spoke up. “I agree wholeheartedly on the issue of Kinyen, but I am curious as to why you have not allowed Captain Toh to advance on Naboo and secure the Enarc Run.”

“A question best left to Lord Vader. I am not at liberty to discuss that aspect of his long-term strategy.”

“Grand strategy aside,” Tarkin continued, unabashed, “if we are nearing the limits to our western expansion, why has Lord Vader directed so many resources to this theatre?”

“Did you not get the memorandum?” Admiral Dardasso jibed. “Three new sector fleets are being transferred to the IDEF.”

“Ridiculous. How will we enforce our rule in this quadrant of the galaxy if we release our grasp?”

“If we were to study the pattern, it would seem you are a common denominator in many of this situations that have required military intervention. Thank goodness you are an outlier, otherwise the Empire never would have grown.”

“How d-”

“Admiral, Captain, you may discuss this privately once the meeting is over. You have your standing orders.”

“Ma’am,” Commander Syll spoke up, visibly desperate to move on, “I do not believe the forces at my disposal are capable to protect our holdings on Karra. The indigenous flora and fauna are incredible hostile and have cost us hundreds of casualties so far. We either need more resources to dedicate to eradicating the damn things or authorisation from High Command to glass the planet.”

“Send through your evaluation, I’ve review it with Lord Vader myself.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“General,” a Major whose name she couldn’t remember begun, “if we could discuss the situation on Anoat?”

“Are you sure?”

Doriana looked over the report handed to him. Palpatine’s bloc in the senate had begun to publicly solidify, warning against threats in the Outer Rim. It appeared Palpatine was done dancing around the issue, and, with the Naboo crisis Vader was certain was inevitable just around the corner, Palpatine seemed to be committing to some adaptation of his original plans.

“Organa’s moderate faction has been dismissing these rumours as fearmongering,” Captain Jacaos explained, “he’ll lose a lot of influence when the Empire becomes public.”

“A shame.”

“Quite. Though our projections show that the longer Palpatine fails to ‘deal’ with us, the more the balance of influence will continue to shift back in Organa’s direction.”

“Lord Vader believes there will be a… crisis, shall we say, which Palpatine will use to make himself Supreme Chancellor before the year’s end.”

“I assume this has to do with our reveal of the Empire?”

Doriana raised an eyebrow but nodded. On Scarif, isolated from the rest of the Empire, secrets spread like wildfire. It became a hub from which many major secret initiatives, operations, and plans were put together and executed. “Yes, captain, it is my understanding Lord Vader wishes to synchronise this crisis with his announcement. Send a copy of this report to his office immediately.”

“Already done, director.”

“Good. Is there anything else to report?” Jacaos shook his head and Doriana handed back the datapad. “Very well. Dismissed.”

Admiral Dardasso clasped his hands behind his back as he oversaw the arrival of new colony ships to the Kinooine system. Now connected via an extension of the Hydian Way, Kinooine and Zonju V were quickly developing into profitable worlds. Their vast resource deposits and habitable atmospheres made for the perfect conditions for colonisation. Once refined, these resources could then be funnelled into the manufacturing and shipbuilding facilities on Terminus to produce assets that could immediately be sent back into his expedition into Wild Space.

Let the Tarkins bemoan his beloved IDEF – he had Vader’s total backing and was doing much good. Wild Space and the Unknown Regions contained swaths of systems with untapped resources and potential. With the discovery of huge fuel reserves on the Yatir homeworld of Absit, his forces had become all but self-sufficient in their operations. Hardly a drain on the Empire – no, it was the opposite; the Imperial Discovery and Expansionary Fleet was a net positive.

“Admiral, Governor Patel has submitted her quarterly report and has invited all senior IDEF officials to join her for a gala this evening.”

“Normally I’d refuse entirely, but I think our men deserve a break before we depart further into Wild Space. Authorise shore leave for all but a skeleton crew for twenty-four hours. And pass on my apologies to the Governor, I will be remaining here.”

“Sir?”

Dardasso waved his hand dismissively. “I would prefer to revise these reports over attending any formal event. My absence will allow more to engage in the festivities regardless.”

“Yes sir.”

The Admiral walked from the viewport towards the holoprojectors, examining his fleet’s next moves. Pilots from the furthest reaches of the Rim had spoken of rumours of planets and civilisations hidden from the galaxy. Navigators were coaxed into providing coordinates and rough locations. Mercenaries gave anecdotes and reports on their actions beyond the Rim. All of this had formed the basis, no, the skeleton of an operational outline. Thousands of recon ships had already departed, exploring routes and marking locations. In two days’ time the fleets under his command would surge into these paths and initiate analysis and data-collection wherever they went.   

The IDEF was paving the way for the future. That was the official line, sure, but Dardasso believed it wholeheartedly. Simpleminded fools such as the Tarkins believed the only way to bridge the gap between the Republic and Empire was to conquer, occupy, and use as many planets as they could manage. Thank goodness Lord Vader was as intelligent as he was. With the state of the Imperial military there was no doubt in the Admiral’s mind they could blockade Coruscant within a year. Yet what would annexing half the galaxy accomplish? It was foolish to believe all these worlds would just roll over and accept Imperial control. Forced occupation would accomplish nothing.

This was why the IDEF was vital for the Empire’s longevity and prosperity. Only the IDEF had the ability to bring the resources and prosperity needed to guarantee Imperial victory. Victory, of course, meaning peace, security, prosperity, and – if need be – hegemony.

“Captain?” he beckoned. “Before you travel to the planet, would you be so kind as to transfer me our planned navigational data?”

Just as Mandalore the Preserver hid the clans on worlds such as Dxun, Skirata led the Imperial Mandalorians in a state of hiding to prevent surrounding systems from learning their true numbers. Nearly a hundred thousand clones had joined him, spread throughout the Mandalorian systems in key positions. To the public eye Mandalore was being run peacefully, with hardly a warrior in sight. But between the clones and the other hidden Mandalorians this was far from the case.

Kal Skirata considered Mandalore to be a mine. It was hidden, easily missed, but once stepped on it would yield terrible damage to those who were foolish enough to go against it. Continent by continent, Skirata slowly oversaw the rebuilding of the Mandalorian worlds. Pretending to be the remnants of the traitorous “New Mandalorians,” Kal had even found support from several Republic worlds. He didn’t need it, he never accepted it, but it brought him no small amount of joy to know he was successfully tricking the Republic.

It would be years until his efforts came to fruition, but that didn’t matter.

Skirata stared at the glass he was drinking from. “Long live the Empire.”

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Grand Moff Cariss applauded as Vader finished a rousing speech, broadcasted across the Imperial Holonet. She and her fellow promotee Grand Moff Ranuph Tarkin waved at the cheering crowds. When Vader said he had a surprise for her once she was out of the hospital she expected a sentimental gift, something small. A promotion to oversee more than five times the square volume of territory she presently managed was not what she had in mind. With the Empire having grown to such an extent, it had become necessary to consolidate control not only for further centralisation, but to set a precedent for future expansions.

So, just like that, Jyllian found herself Grand Moff of the Arkanis Oversector.

Tarkin looked positively thrilled, the self-centred prick. Given the right circumstances Cariss could see a man such as him staunchly allied to Palpatine. At his side was his wife, a woman more vicious than her husband, though she couldn’t remember her name for the life of her.

She’d have liked to have Jango standing by her, but he was a little bit preoccupied being promoted as well. Vader had promoted a group of his most trusted officers to what he claimed for be the highest attainable ranks. He wished to place power in the capable hands of his closest allies whom he trusted to do their jobs without disappointment. So Grand General Jango Fett saluted as Vader attached the new bars to his chest. After him came the others. Daline was promoted to the same rank, and barely held back a smirk as Vader attached the new insignia. Wren and Dardasso were elevated to the rank of Grand Admiral, and Wren made absolutely no move to hide his grin. Finally, the Empire’s most famous military celebrity, Tarik Ordo, was promoted to the rank of Grand Marshal.

There was a few moments where, as the crowd cheered, the elite group exchanged congratulations and handshakes, abandoning their rigid positioning and briefly mingling. Jango animatedly shook her hand and pulled her into a hug. Vader gave another quick speech and, when the crowd began to cheer again, Jyllian leant in to place a kiss on Jango’s cheek.

Let the gossip columns run wild. Long live the Empire.

“Milady!” Padmé’s eyes snapped upwards from her datapad as Captain Panaka barged into the throne room, several guards running in behind him. Sio Bibble staggered back, ceasing his boring prattling over increased tariffs with Enarc. “It’s the Trade Federation, they’ve come back.”

“My answer hasn’t changed,” Padmé sighed. “Inform the-”

“We’re under attack. They’ve completely blockaded the system. More than twenty capital ships are in orbit shooting down anything that leaves atmosphere.”

“What?” she stood up quickly as the rest of her audience gasped. “The Federation would not be so bold!”

“Your highness, we must evacuate. Nute Gunray is sending ships towards the castle as we speak.”

“Evacuate to where?” she challenged. “They would only shoot us out of the sky.”

“We need to reach the catacombs,” Panaka argued. “They’re-” he cursed as loud noises erupted outside. Several fighters flew past the window, drawing attention to the approaching ships.

“I suspect we are already too late.”

Vader stared out the window of his office.

Nearly a decade of work had led up to this moment. All the pieces were set, and he was finally ready to openly stand against Sidious. His most trusted team of operatives stood by waiting for the perfect moment to free Amidala and bring her to Arkanis. Far from his usual wells of confidence, however, Vader was apprehensive. He was not certain the path he had selected guaranteed victory. He was not certain if he had selected it rationally or out of vengeance. There was no turning back now. For better or worse, the die had been cast.

Yet, he was not certain.

“Daline,” Vader suddenly spoke up, turning to his closest ally. The Mandalorian placed down her glass of his brandy and looked up at him softly. She knew more about the past and future than anybody else but him. “Have we done the right thing?”

She nodded her head slightly, before staring at him resolutely. “Yes.”

“I hope you are correct.”

“Anakin,” she spoke up, standing and approaching before he could fully turn away. She guided him back to the window. “You never doubted yourself when you freed the slaves. You didn’t when you freed the kids. There was no doubt at all when you sabotaged the elevator and forced me to walk down nearly sixty flights of stairs.”

Against his better judgement, he smiled slightly.

“I know what we’re up against, and what that vile sack of poodoo did to you. I get it. Just know that, even if you have your doubts, I don’t. Neither do your friends and family. Neither,” she gestured out the window, “does a single person out there. So keep it together just a little bit longer. We’ve nearly got him.”

“I-. You are correct. Thank you, Daline, I do not know what I’d do without you.”

“Good. I want to hear more of that and less of ‘Lord Vader has ordered a safety drill in this area’, because I swear, if I ever have to take a speeder around the entire capital building in peak hour traffic I will execute you myself, do you hear me?”

It hadn’t taken long for the palace to fall. Gunray’s droids met little resistance, particularly as Padmé ordered her men to stand down rather than risk casualties. There was nothing they could do, after all. At least surrendering the palace had prevented some pointless deaths. The droids informed her she and her aides were to be brought to Gunray, who was shuttling down as they spoke. She still couldn’t understand why the cowardly Neimoidian had gone this far. It was a bold move that held no long-term benefits to the Federation.

The silent droids marched in front of, behind, and next to Padmé and her entourage. Though Panaka and Typho still had their concealed weapons, they would stand no chance against the sheer numbers of the Federation. For now, they had to bide their time.

Or so she thought.

The droids at the front of the group suddenly were hoisted into the air by an invisible force and crushed. The remaining droids rose their weapons and began swivelling, ordering Padmé and her group to remain still as they identified the threat. Several droids were pulled into the shadows, prompting the last few droids to begin walking towards the spot their colleagues had disappeared in. Blaster shots met each droid, dropping them to the ground. From the shadows appeared three sentients wearing armoured uniforms; a red Zabrak male, a Nautolan woman, and a human woman.

The Zabrak pulled at his gloves and brushed non-existent dust off the shoulders of his pristine white uniform. Closer inspection showed that he had a slightly different assortment of coloured squares on his chest to the others.

The Zabrak approached woman he thought to be the queen and nodded slightly. “Apologies for the intrusion, your highness, but we are here to evacuate you.”

“We appreciate the assistance,” Sabé thanked, “but I would like to know who has saved us. I do not know you.”

He smiled curtly. “Chief Agent Maul, Imperial Intelligence, at your service.” Maul turned slightly to gesture at the others with his left arm, “These are my partners, Senior Agents Daleen and Kilindi. I have several other colleagues assisting in this operation but we will have to wait for introductions. I understand you may have questions but it will not be long until the droids return. Please follow me.”

Maul turned around and began briskly walking off. Devoid of other options, Padmé’s group fell in behind them. Though grateful for her rescue Padmé still had questions. She jogged up to Maul.

“You said you’re from Imperial Intelligence?”

“Indeed,” he nodded without looking at her.

“I’ve never heard of you.”

“Until now, secrecy had been the most valuable tool to the Empire. I will explain more later.”

“Fine. Can you at least tell me why you’re here?”

“I have orders to evacuate you from the planet, bring you to my superiors, who will in turn discuss options to liberate your world. That is all I can say.”

“I-”

Maul raised a hand, stopping the group. “There’s a tank ahead, blocking our way to my ship.”

The Nautolan – Kilindi – sighed and pulled out her comm. “Ensign Lek, prepare the ship for take-off. We are minutes from your location.”

“How are we supposed to get past that tank?” Padmé exclaimed.

Maul and the girls exchanged feral grins with each other. “Can I do it this time?” Daleen pleaded.

“By all means,” Maul grinned, eliciting an ‘eep’ from the human girl. Just how young were these operatives?

Daleen pulled out her comm with glee. “Oh Savage!” she greeted in a sing-song voice. “There’s a tank in our way. Could you please-”

She was cut off as a missile suddenly hit the hover-tank, exploding the entire vehicle. Boisterous laughter erupted from the other side of the connection.

Maul leant against the door to the cockpit, laughing with Kilindi and Dal. Savage gleefully cleaned his beloved missile-launcher and boasted of his supreme accuracy and skill. Feral even chuckled from behind the controls.

Ensign Lek suddenly walked into view, Amidala in tow.

“You’re just in time,” Maul beckoned. “We’ve just come out of hyperspace in the Arkanis system.”

“I need to go to Coruscant,” Amidala decreed.

“Unfortunately,” Maul placated, only slightly lying, “the Federation blockade only gave us one direction to make the jump in. Do not fret, however, as we procure you a ship to Coruscant, you will have time to meet with my superiors. We’re awaiting clearance from the Executor to approach the planet.”

Padmé approached the viewport and grasped the back of Feral’s seat, gasping. Maul could feel the shock radiate her. “I’ve… I’ve never seen a ship so big before.”

Feral chuckled. “Magnificent, isn’t she? Largest ship in the galaxy.”

“Why is there a fleet this big? I thought we were in Hutt Space!”

“My f- superior’s removed the Hutts and the slavers many years ago. Welcome to the Empire, your highness.”

“A fleet this size goes against the Ruusan Reformations.”

“A Republic treaty,” Dal explained boredly, waving a hand dismissivly as she kicked her feet up on the seat in front of her. “Out here in the Rim, we’ve needed to arm ourselves against threats from the Hutts, Wild Space, and the Unknown Regions.”

Their conversation was interrupted when a dinging started emanating from the wall. “The Executor is contacting us, brother.”

Maul nodded and opened the line, connecting to a hologram of Fleet Admiral Sev’rance Tann, a Chiss who currently held Vader’s favour. Maul actually quite liked the woman. She was intelligent and witty, having achieved a plethora of victories against the Hutts, demonstrating ruthlessness and strategic prowess when putting down revolts in the northern systems.

“Admiral Tann, it is good to see you again.”

“Ah, there’s my favourite agents. Have you reconsidered a reassignment to my fleet yet?”

Maul outstretched his arms and smiled, gaining a snort from Kilindi. “I’m afraid not, Admiral. We are currently participating in missions invaluable to the Empire. Perhaps at a later date.”

“Of course. Very well, I won’t keep you any longer. You’re cleared to land. Pass on my greetings to your father, would you?”

“I shall, though I’m certain you’ll be seeing him soon enough.”

Vader sat on his throne resting on his left elbow. Daline, Cariss, Fett, Damask, and Doriana stood fairly close to him, with other high ranking officials spread throughout the room. It was a big day. The tall double doors at the entrance of the room opened suddenly and Maul confidently marched in with the girls standing on either side. Behind them walked the delegation from Naboo, etching closer with every step.

And that’s when it hit him.

Vader grunted as he sensed a familiar presence. His eyes instantly honed in on the handmaiden he knew was Padmé. It felt… wrong. A piece out of place. Incorrect. Padmé was gone. His Padmé was gone. He already knew that, of course. Truthfully, he’d hardly thought of Amidala for the past several years. When her name did come up it was in a briefing, casually mentioned to identify a person-of-interest. He had not once even considered forging any sort of connection with the girl in front of him. And now he knew for certain. He’d moved on.

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As good as it felt to be back to work, she had wished she wouldn’t be placed in such a stressful situation so soon. The diplomacy about to unfold was doubtlessly the most important moment in the history of the Empire. Vader and Daline had briefed her intensively over the matter, hoping, should Amidala prove resistant to their plans, that more Cariss’ moderate and liberal ideology would help sway her. At least she wasn’t on holo-call with a Sith Lord. She took a step closer to Vader, tugging at her perfectly pressed uniform. The man eyed the approaching entourage closely with a strange mix of amusement and scrutiny.

Maul beamed as he reached the appropriate distance to speak. “Lord Vader, our mission was successful. May we present to you Queen Amidala of Naboo,” he bowed slightly with a leisurely gesture to the Nabooians.

Vader remained stationary and silent for a moment longer than was necessary. Cariss’ eyes darted towards him nervously just as he nodded and untensed. “Thank you, Maul. You have done well.” The Zabrak beamed with pride and moved to an empty table with Kilindi and Daleen. Jyllian watched them exchange a few hushed words and grins. Vader stared at Queen Amidala for a few moments before shifting towards one of the handmaidens. Jyllian frowned. “Welcome to Arkanis, your highness. I trust my… operative evacuated you without issue?”

“Thank you, Lord Vader. We are unscathed.”

“While that is what I was hoping to hear,” Vader spoke without directly looking at the queen, “I was addressing the real Padmé Amidala.”

Whispers erupted throughout the crowd. Cariss sighed. The Nabooian security guards tensed up and the handmaiden Vader addressed momentarily held the man’s gaze. Vader tilted his head upwards slightly, almost challengingly. Jyllian pinched the bridge of her nose. Why couldn’t these things ever be simple. The woman she presumed to be a handmaiden was the first to break the standoff. “How did you know?”

Vader smile and pointed at Doriana. “Director Dorian runs the most expansive and informative intelligence organisation in the galaxy. There is little his department does not know.”

Padmé almost huffed. “Lord Vader, is it? You’re undoubtedly aware that my planet is currently under siege, considering how little you do not know. Every minute counts, so I ask you, why did you bring me here?”

“Why,” he smirked, “I’m here to help.” Padmé raised an eyebrow. “I trust you saw my fleet in orbit? Good. Then you understand my forces could liberate your planet within a standard rotation.”

“What’s the catch.”

“Naboo would join the Empire. I’m aware,” Vader cut in, seeing Padmé open her mouth, “that you have little information to go off. You will be provided with as much information as necessary to make your decision. I’m certain you will need little convincing, considering that the alternative is the Republic.”

“The Republic has served us for many years, I am sure they will do so now.”

“Is that so. Or is it that Naboo serves the Republic? You pay outrageous taxes and are completely neglected by most of the Inner Rim and the Core. Your economy is dependent on Enarc, a world which I control. This’ll be one more promise the Republic will break.”

“You’ll forgive me for being sceptical,” the young Queen drawled with a furrow of the brow. “Everyone in this room is wearing a military uniform. You’ve assembled a fleet hidden from the eyes of galactic governance. You’ve built a secret Empire, disregarding Republic law entirely. From where I’m standing, you appear to be a dictator.”

“An understandable, yet foolish viewpoint. You-”

“Lord Vader,” Cariss interjected, putting on her most confident mask. “If I may…”

The man paused for less than a second before leaning back into his chair with a nod.

“Your highness, I think your opinion is very understandable, and it provides great insight into the view outsiders might have of the Empire. But I urge you to look past your doubts and examine the data. We have pushed the Hutts back to Gamorr, eliminating slavery in roughly a third of the Outer Rim. We’ve eliminated famines, diseases, and wars. The Republic abandoned us for centuries, so we had to seize our own future. Yes, we have military uniforms, but there’s a strict separation of powers. Yes, we’ve built fleets, but how else would we push out the Hutts? And yes, we’ve been secretly building an Empire, but we were left with no choice. Speak with the average citizen and then decide whether we are tyrants, but do not dismiss our motives and do not dismiss our dedication.”

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned slightly to see Jango in the corner of her eye. “Well said.”

Padmé actually looked somewhat chastened. “I meant no disrespect, yet you must understand how this looks to me. I hardly have the time to analyse your Empire with my world under siege.”

“Then we will provide you with transport to Coruscant,” Vader announced, stirring murmurs throughout the room. “Go to the Senate, plead your case. But when they inevitably turn their backs on you, the Empire will be standing by to assist in any way we can.”

“Thank you,” Amidala bowed graciously. “Though I still have my doubts, I must admit I have yet to see any evidence to contradict you. Perhaps once this debacle is all wrapped up I might be permitted to revisit?”

“Of course,” Vader acquiesced. The delegation bowed and Maul stood up again, likely to guide the Nabooians to a vessel. Just as Amidala was on the verge of leaving, Vader spoke up once more. “One last thing,” he tutted. “I urge you to be careful around Senator Palpatine. Reveal nothing you don’t have to.”

A look of confusion and disbelief washed over the queen’s face. “Senator Palpatine is a close friend and a-”

“Traitor. You would be wise to watch yourself on Coruscant.”

“Have you any proof?”

“I do, though I do not trust you not to use it in a way we do not want. Simply remember this; if he is truly an ally, he will do anything to help your world. Inaction is the same as a guilty verdict.”

Padmé clenched her jaw. “Noted. If that is all?”

“Maul, girls, please escort her highness to the allocated shuttle. I shall see you shortly, Amidala.”

The queen spun around and began walking out briskly. It was clear Vader’s confidence in her return unsettled her. Cariss let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

It had only been minutes since Amidala had left, and Vader slowly paced in front of his desk, where Daline, Fett, Cariss, Doriana, and the hologram of Wren were positioned opposite.

“Grand Admiral, you have my authorisation to begin a full conquest of the Enarc Run. I want every planet firmly under Imperial control with the exception of Naboo by the time the Queen returns.”

Wren smiled curtly. “With pleasure, Lord Vader.”

“Hold on a moment,” Fett interjected, “her highness isn’t on the ship yet, how do we know for certain that she won’t reveal us to the Republic? Or that the Republic won’t help Naboo? If we isolate the planet geographically from the Republic and things don’t go exactly as you want them too, doesn’t this leave us in a worse position?”

“The Queen will return, of that I have no doubt.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“Then we have isolated Naboo,” Doriana shrugged. “We can influence their elections, gather public support, get a pro-Imperial ruler voted in, and peacefully annex them. It’ll take longer, sure, but it’s not over.”

“I trust you already have plans in place, Director?”

“Of course, my lord.”

“Excellent. Cariss,” he addressed as he sat down. “Find someone to coordinate Naboo’s integration into the Empire. We must leave nothing to chance. As soon as an agreement is struck and the Federation is removed, I want civil servants and administrators on the ground.”

“I’ve already begun selecting people from our facilities on Enarc and Pax. I figured they’d be more receptive to working with their neighbours, so to speak.”

“A wise decision.”

“Sir,” Wren cut in, “my forces are prepared to make the jump to Arrgaw.”

“Proceed.”

“Yes, sir.” The Grand Admiral’s hologram fizzled out.

Vader slowly spun in hie chair to face the enormous map adorning his wall. This would be his largest and most important operation yet. He hadn’t slept in two days, but for now the Force had sustained him. The Empire would be prepared for anything and everything. There was absolutely no room for error. “That is all,” he dismissed, hyperfixated on their plans.

He didn’t even realise Daline walk around the desk until her hand was on his shoulder. “We’ve personally overseen every single detail, you’ve got nothing more to gain from staying up. Get some sleep.”

“I will sleep when this is all concluded.”

She sighed. “You’re so tired you’ve forgotten how travel time works.”

“What?”

“Listen, if you don’t go to sleep right this instant, I’m getting Shmi on the line.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. I’m not leaving until you’ve hit the hay so hurry the kriff up.”

“Fine,” Vader growled, raising an index finger aggressively, “but I will remember this.”

Days later, Padmé had arrived on Coruscant. She was delivered safely as possible, escorted only by the pilot assigned to them, Ensign Lek. Though he was clearly older than her, he was somewhat shy. That was fine by Amidala, as it had given her time to prepare for her appearance in the Senate. Her trip was spent writing her speech, practicing it, and discussing with her confidants over their opinions on the Empire. Sabé, Dormé, and Panaka were rather pro-Empire while Rabé and Typho were against it.

Immediately upon arrival they were greeted by Palpatine. The senator seemed genuinely happy to see her and had immediately called an emergency session of the Senate. Leaving Ensign Lek and most of her entourage back at the ship, she went with Palpatine to the Senate arriving just as it went into session. Padmé delivered her most passionate speech yet, banking on support to be given based on Naboo’s centuries of loyalty and dedication to the Republic.

It hadn’t even been put to a vote.

The self-conceited gundarks comprising the Senate were hardly even paying attention to her. The Gand senator even had the gall to refer to her as a “naïve child”. In anger she gave into Palpatine’s advice, calling for a vote of no confidence.

Now this got everyone’s attention.

It was clear that Valorum was highly unpopular with his colleagues, and, like a pack of vultures, the Senate descended upon the man without reserve. She felt disgust at watching the system she had only just defended so vociferously to Vader. It was decided within ten minutes. That was supposedly an unprecedented time for a vote to pass.

Yet even this was too slow for her liking. She had wasted seven days travelling to the galactic capital, she would have to waste seven more to return to her planet. It would take untold days to find a resolution within this greedy self-centred flock of mynocks. Perhaps, she realised grimly as the Senators cheered on Valorum’s removal, Vader was right. Naboo had placed its complete trust in the galactic government for untold years only to be completely ignored and used to remove political rivals.

When she saw Palpatine’s name appear in the list of candidates with a high percentage of support she knew she had been played. Just as Vader had warned, Palpatine was a traitor. He had betrayed his homeworld of Naboo for political power and their – no, her people were paying the price.

Without waiting any further, Padmé made up her mind. She stood up and exited the room, placing a call to connect to the rest of her loyalists on-planet. They would depart by end of day. The Republic had failed them. It was time for Naboo to seek other options.

“Ensign Lek,” she instructed with clear determination and irritation in her voice, “please prepare a course to Arkanis, and make sure Lord Vader knows I’m coming.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And that was that. She had decided on her course.

Chapter Text

Whether he was Anakin Skywalker gazing out the view of a Venator, Darth Vader staring out the bridge of his capital ships, or whatever he was now, there was just something peaceful about space. Perhaps it was because he was raised on Tatooine where the planet had nothing to offer him. Maybe, it was because space represented the ultimate freedom, and whether he was Anakin Skywalker or Darth Vader, he had been a slave just the same.

Though, for the first time, he was truly free, Lord Vader still particularly enjoyed spending time on the bridge of the Executor, gazing out into the void beyond. With Daline by his side and his hands clasped behind his back, he observed the void sprawled out before his beloved ship.

“Amidala’s vessel has completed docking,” the comms specialist announced. Good. They could finally get this show on the road.

“Order the fleet to prepare to jump on Lord Vader’s command,” Admiral Tann barked. “I want every ship on high alert by the time we reach Naboo.”

Captain Kresh walked over towards him from the rear of the bridge. The younger man had no aura of arrogance or trepidation making him the perfect bridge officer. “Grand Moff Cariss is in the hangar bar now. She’ll escort the queen to us promptly. I do believe she intends to begin providing more information on the Empire immediately.”

“That woman works fast,” Daline observed with appreciation.

“I’m certain she’ll be shifting Naboo firmly into the Empire’s grasp before this invasion is over.”

“Of course, my lord. The Gungans have reported minimal casualties. General Romodi’s aqua-troopers appear to be holding the droids off effortlessly with the support of the underwater militias.”

“I’m certain they are giving Gunray headaches to no end,” Vader smirked.

“There is one more thing, you should know that our reconnaissance teams have detected the Federation blockade has increased their capital ship count to over thirty.”

“Hardly a match for our fleet,” Admiral Tann dismissed as she approached them smugly. “The Executor is the most powerful vessel in the galaxy. I doubt the Federation could fend off her alone, they have no chance against the combined Forth, Seventh, and Twelfth Fleets.”

Vader waved a hand dismissively. “Then our course remains the same. Destroying the ships will end the occupation as the droid army relies on a signal from a central command system. Once we’ve obliterated the Federation blockade, our ground forces can apprehend all droids deployed on the surface to be reprogramed or smelted.”

“As you wish, Lord Vader,” Tann nodded giddily. Vader could sense her enthusiasm. Admittedly, he was eager as well. It had been a long time since he was on the bridge during a major campaign.

“I hardly want to replace one occupation with another, Grand Moff.”

Cariss sighed. The queen was just as pigheaded as Vader led her to believe. “Jyllian is fine, and I assure you, I hardly want to occupy your world either. It’s a waste of resources and will only prove more costly as time goes on. That being said, it isn’t an occupation if the people willingly join the Empire.”

“And here I thought you were the reasonable one. Are you blackmailing me?”

As if she would be so crass. “Not at all. If you refuse then the price to pay will be isolation. Our fleets have already conquered the rest of the Enarc Run. You understand we must act this way for the sake of national security.  The Republic, I’m afraid, is out of the picture. But why should you care? They abandoned you and it is us, the Empire who is about to make the hyperspace jump to liberate you.”

“Is it a liberation if my people’s subservience is demanded in return?”

“And now you’re being stubborn,” she tutted. “The only thing I’m demanding is a snap election in favour of joining the Empire. I’m advocating for democracy.”

“The kind of democracy where an elite group at the top of the chain has total power?”

“There are few appointed positions in the Empire. And even then, Lord Vader has always acquiesced to the will of the people. His popularity numbers alone should be enough to sway you.”

Amidala huffed. “Numbers that could be faked.”

“Don’t be obstinate. If your people elect to join us then you would remain free to elect your entire civil administration. You’d be provided full cultural autonomy and the opportunity to participate in national economic opportunities and development. Furthermore, I’m abundantly aware that the Republic forced your world to shift away from the arts and towards plasma exports. We have alternative sources of plasma, so your human population would be able to return to your old lifestyle without economic loss.”

“And who, do tell, would be providing you with enough plasma?”

“Why,” Cariss replied with a (slightly smug) smile, “the Gungans of course.”

“Impossible, the Gungans are isolationist and abhor outsiders.”

Cariss shook her head. “That only seems to be the case as the human population has isolated them diplomatically and economically from the rest of the galaxy. They make up 74% of your population, as per our last census. So I sent diplomats to their cities to open negotiations, hm, maybe four years ago? It’s been a long process, but they’ve agreed for formal integration into the Empire once we’ve ejected the Federations. The underwater cities now come under our jurisdiction and we will make moves to integrate those parts of the planet with or without the rest of Naboo.”

Amidala stared at her agape.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. If they hadn’t been so neglected they wouldn’t have been so keen to join us. We’ve received more plasma from them than Naboo ever provided to the Republic. But this isn’t intended as an action of hostility. I’m making our intentions clear. We want all of Naboo to willingly join the Empire. If the people do not wish that to be so, then we shall only incorporate 74%. The Empire seeks to bring the maximum amount of good to the maximum amount of people, and we won’t be stopped by a discriminatory administration hellbent on their superiority over the planet.”

The queen opened her mouth to rebuke, but Cariss rose a finger to silence her as she led her through another door.

“I look forwards to continuing out negotiations, your highness, but we have reached the bridge. I suggest you speak with Lord Vader; best we don’t put off saving your people any longer, yes? Goodness knows we’ve lost enough time as it is.”

Amidala somewhat angrily marched towards Vader. Cariss seemed like a good person, but she certainly wasn’t a pushover. Given, Padmé respected that, but it was frustrating, nevertheless. As much as she was leaning towards supporting the Empire, she felt it was her duty to be as sceptical as possible to ensure the best-case scenario for her planet.

However.

Cariss and Vader had backed her into a corner.

If her people said no, they would be isolated from the galaxy. If they said no, Imperial forces would still cover most of the planet in support of the Gungans, as would be their democratic right. If they said no, these joint factors would lose her the next election, and the people would select a pro-Imperial candidate, so they would join the Empire anyway. There was really only one path forwards.

That didn’t mean she enjoyed being placed in this position.

“How good of you to join us, your highness,” Lord Vader remarked without turning from the viewport. “Thank you, Cariss, I trust you had no issues?”

“None at all, my lord.”

“Very good.” He finally turned around. “Queen Amidala, are you prepared to liberate your homeworld?”

“Yes.”

“Is everything alright? You do not seem eager.”

“War is not something one marches towards blindly,” Padmé stated with a slight raise of the chin. “Especially not when the aftermath is likely to be as monumental as a shift in intergalactic governance.”

Vader smiled, “Well said.” He turned towards the blue-skinned woman who was standing confidently to the side. “Admiral, make the jump. We have a system to liberate.”

“Grand Admiral Wren’s fleet is closing in on target Besh!”

“Admiral, the Adjudicator is sustaining heavy fire!”

“Commander Pellaeon reports a critical strike against two targets!”

Vader observed the large holographic display at the rear of the ship. The Federation had been caught completely off guard but they were quickly moving to regroup. Though they would be destroyed utterly either way, Vader wanted to limit casualties as much as possible. Admiral Tann led the executor and her support ships in a pincer attack to split the enemy. His harrowers expanded this gap and pushed outwards, effectively leaving the Federation separated into four groups of various compositions.

He examined the grand display of the battle with scrutiny. He was satisfied to leave the fleet combat firmly in the hands of Admiral Tann and Grand Admiral Wren. Between the two of them had supreme confidence in their victory. His greatest concern was the threat to their starfighters. His pilots were good – he created their curriculum himself – and their fighters were too – again, a product of his design. But they were still fairly outnumbered, an issue further compounded by the fact that these droid fighters were being controlled by a centralised computer. Of course, this meant that when the ships went down, the fighters went down, but in the meanwhile their numerical superiority posed a threat.

“Admiral Tann, you have the bridge,” he announced suddenly, turning away from the display and walking to exit the bridge.”

Daline exclaimed “Oh no you don’t!!”

“Captain Kresh, alert Black Squadron that I will be joining them, and inform hanger control to prepare my ship.”

“Anakin,” Daline hushed angrily after they had reached an empty part of the hall. “You are not going out there.”

“It’ll reduce casualties,” he dismissed.

“If you’re a casualty then none of this is worth it!!”

He tried to quicken his pace.

“Oh don’t you dare try to walk away from me,” she growled as she matched his step.

He raised an eyebrow as he continued to march towards his personal hanger. “It isn’t my fault your legs are shorter.”

“Are you- I’m literally just as tall as you.”

“Not by five centimetres.”

“You’re being ridiculous and I won’t fall for your deflections.”

He entered the hallway that visibly led to his starfighter. “Daline-” he was cut off when she pushed him against a wall with enough force to nearly hoist him off the floor.

“I am not losing you like this.”

Vader sighed. There were dozens of ways this could go, some of them actually might go well. He admitted to himself this might go better if he understood women a bit more. He held her gaze. She frowned.

“What are you-”

Vader pulled her into a kiss, silencing her. She kissed him back, which assuaged much of his anxiety, before he pulled away.

“I-”

“I have to go out there, Daline. I can save lives.”

“You- fine. Fine!” she angrily pointed a finger at him, “but you had better come back in one piece or I swear on Mandalore I will kick your ass you’ll never walk again, understood?”

He flashed the most charismatic grin he could manage. “Understood.”

Cariss causally caught up on sector reports from an unused corner of the bridge. She wasn’t militarily competent by any regard – she was a civil administrator for Vader’s sake – so it made no sense for her to get in the way of people who knew what they were doing.

“Grand Moff,” Padmé interrupted. She lifted her eyes off the rather important document on falling Rodian emigration numbers.

She smiled sweetly, hiding her annoyance. “Your highness, how may I help you.”

“Is Vader really going to fly a starfighter?”

“He may be our leader, but Lord Vader would never order someone to do something he wouldn’t do himself. He’s done his best to instil that principle in as much of the Empire’s leadership as possible.”

“The Grand Admiral didn’t seem pleased.”

“She’s concerned, naturally so, I suppose. But I’ve heard the pilots at the academy gush over the man’s ability and I trust him well enough to know he won’t kill himself out there.”

“I’ve… I have decided to call for a snap referendum, as you demanded-”

“Requested,” she corrected sternly with a quirk of the lip.

“As you requested. I will endorse our integration into the Empire, but as this battle rages on, I had hoped you could educate me more as to the running of the Empire? I wouldn’t want to go in blind, after all.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Chapter Text

“Admiral, the enemy’s down to half strength.”

“Continue the attack, Captain, I don’t want anything to get through.”

Daline irritably watched the battle rage from the viewport. Any one of those little bursts of flame could be Vader. She didn’t like it. Leading from the front was one thing, but engaging in starfighter combat against a numerically superior droid force did not instil confidence.

“Grand General,” the Chiss admiral interrupted, marching towards her with a cool smile. “I expect this battle to be over shortly. We’ve decisively broken their formation, I don’t anticipate any meaningful counterattack.”

“Could they summon reinforcements?”

“Our scouts have detected nothing. And even if they did,” she added with a malicious grin, “it would take more than double what they had at the start of this battle to pose even an annoyance.”

“You had better be right.”

Tann shrugged, clasping her hands behind her back as she stared out the viewport, “there’s a reason Lord Vader gave me this command.”

Daline tried not to roll her eyes. “Your confidence is inspiring.”

“Why than-”

“Admiral!” Captain Kresh shouted from across the bridge, “one of the capital ships has altered course. They’re set to collide with us, we need to take action now!”

“Fools. Concentrate all firepower on that ship, immediately!!” she barked.

“Ma’am,” one of the specialists nervously spoke up. “I’m detecting that a single TIE Advance has entered the approaching ship.”

“Entered?” Tann asked, puzzled.

Daline growled as realisation hit. “You idiot.”

The specialist tugged at his collar. “I believe it is Lord Vader’s ship.”

Vader didn’t get in fighter with the intention of reliving the highlight of the first Battle of Naboo. He didn’t. It would have been highly immature to repeat such a reckless operation, regardless of any misguided sense of nostalgia.

However.

When he could tell that the capital ship in front of him was shifting course and firing escape pods, he knew precisely what they were attempting. Being in a starfighter, there wasn’t much that he could do, with a single rather explosive exception. So really, he thought, he had no other choice but to blow up the ship from the inside. With age and experience he reasoned he should be able to do so even more effectively.

With that being said, he really hoped that his… manoeuvre wasn’t being reported on the bridge of the Executor.

Daline would not be pleased.

His fighter effortlessly dodged support beams and droids, racing towards where he knew the reactor to be. Along the way he fired at targets at will. Sure, it wouldn’t matter once the whole thing blew up, but it had been a while since Vader did some damage in his fighter. He was more than entitled to a bit of fun.

He slowed down as he approached the end and moved his lock onto the delicate power regulators that connected directly to the main reactor. With a smirk, he opened fire, setting off what he knew would become a chain reaction which would engulf the ship.

With his job finished, he turned his ship around and took off. No sense waiting for the blast to catch up. His TIE Advanced was vastly superior to the Nabooian fighter he commandeered at the first Battle of Naboo, so the ever-increasing fireball didn’t even so much as singe the back of his fighter. He soon emerged from the destructing ship, achieved a safe distance, and reoriented himself to watch it go up in flames with a smile on his face.

“No one likes a show-off,” Black Two chuckled over the radio.

“That only counts as one point though, right?” Black Four chipped in. “One point per ship, those’re the rules,”

Vader double-checked his systems and dived back into the battle. They had a war to win, after all.

Some cadets back at the academy made what they thought to be funny jokes about Maul, Kilindi, Daleen, and their relationship to Lord Vader. These jokes hardly irritated trio as they stemmed from jealousy and foolishness, nothing else. At the end of the day, Maul thought he had a superior situation to the rest of those imbeciles.

For example.

Maul was firmly seated in the command seat of a HCVw A9 Turbo Tank as they barrelled towards the exposed flank of the main droid army, leading the counterattack. How many others could claim their father could give gifts as perfect as this? And it wasn’t even his birthday.

“Ha!” Savage shouted from the turret emplacement he had claimed, “these droids don’t stand a chance!”

“Calm down you brute,” Commander Westov grunted, unhappy with being superseded by Maul and his team. “You’ll expose our efforts to the enemy if you- get your blasted feet off that!”

Savage grunted. “Maul, the weak one is acting up again.”

“Call me that one more-”

“Savage, do stop trying to antagonise the poor commander,” Maul admonished amusedly. “Stay focused, we’re about to make contact. Let’s save our Gungan allies, shall we?”

“Look at you,” Kilindi teased from beside him. “So commanding.”

“That’s typically what one does when leading an armoured division into battle.”

“Oh don’t be curt,” Daleen tutted. “You should smile more. We’re driving a tank.”

“We’re driving a tank!!” Savage bellowed in repetition, opening fire on the droids.

“Senior Agent Maul,” the commander gritted through his teeth, “I urge you to let my men regain control of this ship, we need professio-” The commander was cut off as sudden ‘turbulence’ sent the man bumping into the wall, knocking him over. “What the bloody hell was that?!”

“Sorry,” Feral shouted back from the controls without the slightest ounce of sorry in his voice. “Hit a few droids.”

Commander Westov growled and rubbed a spot on his temple. “If I ever get assigned to you lot again I’m resigning my commission.”

It didn’t take long for the battle above Naboo to conclude. The Federation was disorganised and unprepared for a coordinated assault, banking on their superior numbers and the foolish assumption that there was no regional naval power ready to intervene. Vader felt rather pleased to have dispelled such foolish notions.

He strode off the shuttle, two supercommandos in step behind him. Vader approached the group congregating on the shore of the Gunga Bay. Here his forces had set a major above-ground staging point to facilitate cooperation between the Empire and the Gungans before and during the war. It was somewhat rudimentary as it had to be concealed from the eyes of the Federation.

Vader walked up to the main group of officials with a smile on his face. Daline looked relieved to see him and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as cheers erupted throughout the base. Amidala grinned and shook hands with General Romodi and Major Tsa, who in turn was surrounded by eager Gungans celebrating their victory. Romodi claimed the natives fought valiantly, saving his forces on more than one occasion. Cariss, Boss Nass, and Captain Panaka talked animatedly, no doubt discussing the world’s inevitable ascension into the Empire.

Boss Nass bellowed joyfully as he caught Vader’s eye and spread his arms as he approached Vader. “Da Empiyah continues tah be a powahful and bestest ally of da Gungan. Yousa done as yousa promised, weesa will join yousa grand Empiyah,” he emphasised with a dramatic raise of the arms.

Vader smiled and nodded. “I am humbled by your acceptance and assure you the Empire will continue to provide for the Gungan people in whatever way we can.”

The rotund Gungan gestured towards the sea. “Pleesa, join usen for a feast tah celebwate!”

“It would be our pleasure,” Vader agreed.

“I know we have not joined officially,” Padmé interjected, “but we fought against the Federation all the same. Might we join you to commemorate a fresh start between our people?”

“Boss Nass, this is Queen Amidala.” Vader lazily gestured at the young woman, not wishing to interfere in the natural course of this first interaction.

“Oh? Da queeney? Of da Naboo?”

Padmé bowed.

“Oh ho ho, mesa see. Da Republic abandoned yousa, yousa got a taste of what it felt like tah be Gungan and yousa did not like it,” he accentuated with a point of the finger, before spreading his arms again and smiling. “Da Gungan forgive yousa and mova on, but if yousa join da Empiyah yousa must know weesa will not be subject tah da whims of da Naboo!”

“I admit,” she stated with reluctance, “I was blind to the issues of your people. I promise you that the Naboo will work to bridge the gap between us regardless of the results of the upcoming election.”

“Good, good! Den let usen feast!”

Padmé felt rather joyous. The Federation had been completely kicked of Naboo, their central organisation would have no idea as to the status of their blockade due to the Empire jamming all their outgoing transmissions, and Naboo was set to open a new page in its history. Panaka was already enthusiastically talking with several mid-level officers, pointing at some diagram spread out on a table. Sabé, Dormé, and few other handmaids were seated around Maul’s table, talking animatedly with the Zabrak and his two female companions. The other two Zabrak were no where to be found, as were her remaining handmaids.

She directed her attention back to the event at hand and walked over to Vader’s table, taking an empty seat next to him. The man was usually surrounded by others desperate for his attention, and Padmé had been waiting for the right time to swoop in.

“Lord Vader, Grand General,” she greeted graciously, smiling. Vader returned a polite if not curt smile, and Daline frowned before excusing herself. She tried not to think much of it. “Thank you again for liberating my world. You were right from the start, the system is broken. I still have my doubts about your system, of course, but the fact remains that you saved my people.”

“No thanks are necessary,” he waved off as he cut at his Shaak steak. “And no system is perfect. All we can do is strive to make improvements and remain as accountable and transparent as possible.”

“Naturally,” she agreed.

“Naboo signifies a turning point,” Vader explained, piquing her curiosity. “Chancellor Palpatine is frantically preparing a press statement. My contacts and assets in the Rotunda are certain of it.”

“You are spying on Senator Palpatine?”

“Chancellor Palpatine, unless you’ve already forgotten how he used the blockade to further his own political agenda. And I have no spies within his inner circle, I’m afraid. He’d find them out immediately. No, I settle for other means.”

“I see.”

“For now, you would do well to focus on integrating your world into the Empire. I doubt the industrious people of Naboo will take too long to adjust.”

“You truly are so certain the vote will go your way?”

“Why,” Vader chuckled with a smirk, “I would bet my life on it.”

The Naboo celebrated for nearly two days after the collapse of Federation forces and the arrest of Nute Gunray, who was presently rotting in a cell and awaiting trial. By the end of the second day Amidala had opened the ballot boxes to the Imperial referendum, all the while Imperial troops and machines parades the streets and skies of Naboo in celebration. Nearly two days later and a majority had been reached. All of Naboo would join the Empire.

Cariss personally signed the planet into the Empire in the Treaty of Otoh Gunga, shaking hands with the democratically elected Governor of Naboo, Captain Roos Tarpals. The Gungan soldier was a minor celebrity after his heroics above and below the seas, and as he worked closely with the human population during the crisis, he was a logical transitionary representative. Boss Nass had no interest in claiming authority over the Naboo, but the Gungans were not in a hurry to elect a human when their species was in the minority.

That being said, Cariss predicted that it would be Amidala who would hold the title after the next election. During the celebrations, the Queen made great strides diplomatically with the Gungans, proving her political worth. A few campaigns here and there, throw in a couple of goodwill missions, and the young woman would be running the entire planet in no time. For now, Amidala would rule as queen – and de facto prefect – of the cities above sea, just as she had before the war. Borders were drawn with consultancy from both groups and Cariss personally made it clear that the Empire would not tolerate any conflict over the matter.

With the full integration of the Chommel sector and the Enarc Run well underway, the Empire’s northern region was territorially stable and in a position for significant economic and artistic growth. If Cariss wasn’t ‘in the know’, so to speak, then she would have had highly positive feelings about the immediate future. Unfortunately for her, she was more ‘in the know’ than nearly every person in the Empire. So she found herself in Vader’s office with Daline, Jango, Damask, and Maul, watching the address streaming live from Coruscant.

Palpatine quieted down the Senate with a sullen look on his face and paused for but a moment. “Citizens of this wonderful Republic,” he begun in a concerned tone. “I’m afraid I have dire news…”

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“I am afraid I have dire news. It has come to my attention that there is an insurmountable threat to our Republic. A threat greater than any we have faced for the last thousand years. Many of you have heard whispers and rumours of a dangerous Outer Rim warlord. A tyrant of the sort never seen before, ruling with an iron fist and ceaseless tyranny. Senate intelligence operatives have been attempting to gain information on this previously hidden threat, only for their lives to be taken by these barbaric savages. These heroes gave their lives to find even the smallest iota of information that could prove useful.”

Vader huffed as he sipped from his drink. “He goes all-out straight away, no hesitation. The fool.”

“This threat that I speak of calls itself the Galactic Empire. Its very name should indicate the level of their threat, as they claim the entire galaxy! This despotic regime is headed by the dictator only known as Lord Vader. For nearly a decade he has been spreading his vile grip as far as he can, conquering untold worlds in the Outer and Mid Rim. My own homeworld of Naboo was the most recent victim of his brutal campaign,” he explained solemnly. “Lord Vader,” he spat, “destroyed a peaceful convoy of the Trade Federation and spun the narrative to make himself appear to be the saviour of my homeworld. The people welcomed him with open arms, unaware of the tyranny that will follow.”

“You’re not wrong,” Daline agreed with his earlier statement.

“This ‘Empire’ has developed an advanced military and cannot be trusted to respect the lives of the good people of the Republic. My office, in the spirit of transparency, will be releasing all of our information on the Empire – as limited as that may be – to the public.”

“He’s a good performer, I’ll give him that much,” Fett grumbled.

“It is because of this that, with a heavy heart, has led me to put forwards the Republic Survival Act. This bill will launch efforts to begin centralisation of the autonomous Republic armies and navies. I have no desire to see full remilitarisation. I want nothing more than to avoid conflict, pain, and war. But the Republic must be preserved, and we must be prepared to do so by any means necessary. If you can hear this, Vader, know that I and the Republic will hold you personally responsible any deaths that arise out of your petty play for power. I love the Republic, I love democracy, and I will do whatever I may to protect that which I love most.”

Daline watched Vader lean forwards and key a button on his desk. “Threepio, please summon everyone on the list for the Naboo Contingency, thank you.”

Kenobi sighed. It felt like he was doing a lot of that today.

Bant, Vos, Garen, and Reeft all had become firm believers in the Empire, just like him. They had been permitted to, in breaks from their studies, travel the Empire at length to study the force and see just how benevolent the government was. Palpatine’s speech did nothing to affect their stances. Obi-Wan himself was particularly invested. He’d seen first-hand what the weaknesses of the Republic and local governments lead to throughout the Rim, and especially on Melida/Daan.

Vos, Garen, and Reeft were the easiest to convince. They saw a new realm of opportunity for adventure and positive change. The boys required no real persuasion at all, joining out of trust and brotherhood. It didn’t take long for them to see their faith rewarded. Garen’s master, Clee Rhara, actually found them, and, much to Obi-Wan’s surprise, the woman joined the Empire as well. She formally adopted Garen the previous month and claimed a position in the Arkanis Academy, becoming a starfighter instructor to great success.

Bant Eerin was not as eager to join up as his other friends, at least at first, but once she examined the facts of the situation there was no real room for argument. As a healer like her master, Tahl – who had also defected from the Order, likely much to his own master’s chagrin – Bant was completely convinced by the status of the Empire’s health services. Unlike the Republic, standardised and centralised physical and mental health services raised the standard of living across the Empire, ensuring that wealth would never again be the deciding factor between life and death.

Siri remained the most sceptical of the lot, espousing criticism regularly and challenging their beliefs. With that being said, she didn’t appear to be in a rush to return to Coruscant. She just didn’t like to lose. And her critical stance had already provided much good to the people of the Empire. When she pointed out inefficiencies in Savereen’s police force, Kenobi brought her to the governor’s office and they managed to effect positive change to the system.

However. Palpatine’s speech did succeed in riling his friend, who was currently fuming in front of him. So he sighed. Again.

“And so, in an act of peace, I’m sure, Lord Vader invades Naboo?”

“Listen,” Obi-Wan demanded through grit teeth, “I can assure you, our fleets were invited by the Queen herself. The Federation is corrupt and evil and it was starving the population out.”

“We’ve just painted a huge target on our back! Once the Order finds out we’re here they’re going to- they’ll-…”

Kenobi frowned. Perhaps he had misjudged where his friend stood. “They’ll stand against everything we’ve built, or seek to destroy it.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Look, Lord Vader is a reasonable man. He wants peace more than anyone, but he’s prepared to defend every single citizen of the Empire. I can’t say much, but Dooku sometimes lets me sit in on meetings and I’m not afraid in the slightest.”

“I’m not worried about the Republic,” she hissed, “I’m worried about us! The Jedi! The- do you really think they’ll sit back while another force-based organisation that goes against several of the fundamental principles of the Order grows right on their doorstep?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“At best they’ll fully support the Republic’s efforts to stamp us out. At worst…”

“Siri,” he consoled, “look at me. Look at me.” She met his eyes. “Everything is going to be alright. Minister Dooku is too stubborn to concede any defeat, after all.”

She snorted at that and shoved him. “Don’t be an idiot.”

“Rude.”

“Dolt.”

“Hmph.”

Vader walked between aides and officials in the large briefing room. Palpatine had riled the Empire, and it would do no good to simply let it stir. Every person in the room murmured between their small groups and cliques. One didn’t need the Force to feel the nervousness and determination in the air.

“Public reaction?”

“The media has kept most people calm,” Cariss responded. “Border systems record the highest estimated percentages of panic, but the presence of our fleets are keeping things under control.”

“Economic impact?”

“Please,” Damask scoffed. “I have it covered, my boy. Our economy will actually grow from this. Don’t fret.”

Vader grunted. “Have the Jedi issued a statement?”

Dooku shook his head, leisurely leaning back into his seat. “Not at all, I believe they’re patiently waiting for your move.”

“Defensive preparations?”

“They haven’t changed since you asked yesterday,” Daline drawled.

“Everything is in place,” Fett interceded. “If the Republic tries anything, we’ll be ready.”

Vader nodded and turned to the large map on the wall. Everything was coming together. A decade of planning and conquering, all leading up to this exact moment. His actions this day would decide the fate of the galaxy. Palpatine had made his move, and now it was his turn. Vader could not afford to mess up. He would not make any mistakes.

Especially after he spent an entire four hours preparing a speech with that insufferable public relations specialist. He did not care how talented Pierra Valanka was, that woman was absolutely maddening. At least he was prepared to go live when he had ascertained that the Empire was completely ready for the next step. Deep down within him, though, he recognised that it already was, and that he was simply procrastinating the inevitable.

“Lord Vader,” Valanka shouted sharply as she barged into the room, shoving Grand Moff Tarkin out of the way, “you’re going to miss the optimal window to give your speech. You need to get there right now.

“Prepare the recording studio,” he demanded as he began briskly walking. He pretended to ignore her rolling her eyes.

“It’s been ready for the last four hours. Get a move on.”

“You-”

“Thank you, Pierra,” Cariss cut in, shooting Vader a reproving look. He sighed but shut his mouth.

It wasn’t long until he was standing behind a podium while a small team messed with his appearance. Someone was messing with his hair, another his cape, another ran a delinter over his shirt. “Is this really necessary?”

“Shut up before Xista ruins your hair.”

“My hair looked fine before.”

“I said shut up.” Vader huffed but obliged. “Tyn, make sure that camera is properly focused.”

“I’ve been ready for four hours, Pierra.”

“Give me that tone again and you’re fired. Xista, can you move any faster? Gods, an armless Tooka could work quicker than you. I swear I’m firing every single one of you after this.”

It took every ounce of Vader’s willpower to not sigh. Daline smirked at him from the side of the room, making him frown further.

“Stop scowling! You’re a caring but firm ruler, not an evil magical dictator.”

He hmph’d. “Perhaps in a past life.”

The woman rubbed her temple as she examined a datapad. “Gods. Why must all my clients be so difficult.”

“I’m the difficult one?”

“We go live in two minutes. Limm, give our illustrious leader a glass of water.”

Vader graciously took the glass, took a sip, and nearly spat it out. “Are you trying to poison me?”

“Don’t be a wuss. It’s pre-speech juice.”

“You just came up with that.”

“Yeah yeah, just drink it. It’s for the throat.”

He did as instructed and breathed a sigh of relief when the numerous aides scattered off away from him.

“Remember your lines?”

“Y-”

“Good. Remember what we talked about. You’re on in five… four…”

Vader took a deep breath and centred himself. Ironically, the irritably woman standing next to the cameraman had distracted him enough to calm his nerves. Maybe she had her uses after all.

“Citizens of the galaxy. To those who do not know me, I am Lord Anakin Vader, ruler of the Galactic Empire. I would like to address the rumours, slander, and fearmongering propagated by the Supreme Chancellor. Allow me to introduce myself. I was once a boy on Tatooine, a slave to the Hutts and their allies who owned me from birth until I was nine years old. By chance, I was liberated by a small group of Mandalorian mercenaries who removed my slave chip and freed me. There were complications, however, and we could not save my mother. She died in Hutt captivity days before I could find and rescue her.

When I finally found her… After I buried her body, I made a promise. I promised I would free all the slaves, that I would make the galaxy a better place. No mother should have to watch their newborn child be raised in slavery. No son or daughter should have to watch their parents die oppressed by these criminals. No father should have their family stripped away by monsters and vermin. I spent years moving pieces around. I found allies, built connections, acquired funding, and got to work. I liberated Arkanis, Tatooine, Ryloth, all within a year. We built a new system capable of sustaining ourselves and building a future not dominated by any masters.

I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security. The Empire stands not only for liberation, but for progress. Every man, woman, and child are equal, regardless of their background or species. We are committed to raising living standards, providing jobs, bringing safety to our territory, and building a future where the term slave is limited to the history books!”

Vader paused for a moment, taking a subtle breath.

“I would now like to address the accusation that we attacked the Trade Federation. This is true, however,” he interjected quickly, “it was not a peaceful convoy we attacked, like the Supreme Chancellor claimed, but a full fleet of over thirty capital ships. This force had blockaded Naboo and was responsible for thousands of deaths. Queen Amidala went to the Senate to seek help as a loyal member of the Republic, only to be abandoned in their time of need. Though the Republic failed Naboo, the Empire did not. We swept in, destroyed the occupying force, provided relief efforts, and then supported a democratic election over Imperial entry. The Empire is not tyrannical. The Empire is not oppressive. We seek the betterment of all people in our realm at all costs.

“We had hoped to collaborate with the Republic. The Republic, corrupt as it is, still represents democracy and rule of law. Perhaps, we thought, we could work to fix the system and make better lives for all. It appears these thoughts were… naïve. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine has made it clear he and his government will only perceive us as enemies. Henceforth, all Imperial worlds are formally seceding from the Republic. We have no intention of initiating hostilities with the Republic, but we will defend ourselves against any aggression. The Empire will not return to the corrupt and oppressive grip of the Republic. We forge our own future now.”

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“Concerning, these numbers are. To lose so many, so fast, unsettling, it is.”

“You make it sound as if we’re all dead,” Dooku chortled, sipping his tea. The holograms of the Jedi Council frowned at him. What’s left of them, anyways. It wasn’t only the Agricultural Corps and lower members of the Order who had answered his call to join him. Even Master Plo Koon had arrived on Arkanis, causing no small amount of scandal.

“You have caused another Schism,” Windu accused.

“Hardly,” he scoffed in an aristocratic manner. “If the Order was willing to consider reform, we could have worked together. I respect your right to your beliefs, but you can hardly blame those of us who disagree from forging our own paths.”

“A path to the Dark Side, this is,” Yoda stated sternly. “A dark presence, I feel. The dark grows stronger.”

“If the absence of Jedi on Coruscant caused the presence to increase, would it not stand to reason that it is the absence of light that revealed existing darkness?” None of the Councillors had a response to that. Dooku smiled. “It is rare that I wish to be so blunt, but I encourage you to listen. Your dogmatism stipulates that only the Jedi – only you know the correct path. Is arrogance not the way of the Sith? In the Empire, we have true freedom of belief, and our curriculums combine various teachings from different sects.”

“This is heresy,” Oppo Rancis sputtered.

“This is freedom,” Dooku pronounced proudly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to teach.”

Jango chewed on his food quietly. Cariss remained similarly quiet. After a long day, neither truly had the energy to maintain their usual levels of conversationalism, and you know it’s been one hell of a day if even Jyllian is struggling to keep going.

“You know,” Arla started talking, unable to handle silence, “I was at the academy when the speech came through. I’m guessing you wrote that, right Jyllian?”

“Mhm,” she smiled politely.

“Terrific,” Arla complimented. Jango didn’t have the energy to chastise for her talking with her mouth full. “I mean it, edge-of-your-seat material. You really outdid yourself.”

“Thank you, Arla.”

“However,” his sister continued, “I was thinking that it was missing something. It was a bit serious, don’t you think?”

“What?” Cariss stated in shocked confusion.

“Mm,” Arla agreed, as if it were obvious. “Pierra really toned down the sex appeal with this one, and there was no mention of you two or Daline! Did you know the gossip columns are already referring to her as the ‘Empress’, after the footage from the Executor leaked?”

“She’s riling you up,” Jango gruffed, bestowing his sister with the famous Jango Stare.

“Ugh, well you two aren’t doing your normal flirty ‘we’re not flirting’ routine – which makes up a majority of my entertainment at our family dinners, mind you,” she pointed with her fork. “When are you making it official, anyways?” she inquired, scoffing down more of Jango’s roast.

He locked eyes with Jyllian, who smiled and gave him an almost imperceptible nod. “Well…”

Arla’s eyes widened. “No!”

“We-”

“When?!”

“Ar-”

“Omigod! Arihnda is not going to believe this, I have to call her and Thr- wait, how long has this been official? Why didn’t you tell m-”

“Arla!” Jango snapped, hitting the table. There was a moment of silence until all three of them descended into a fit of laughter. It was good to have family.

Arrogance.

Pride.

Ego.

The enemies of a victor.

Maul understood this well. He understood how a warrior had no greater enemy than himself, no stronger adversary than his own blindness. Vader was a worthy leader and had taught him a great deal. He was proud to call him father – it was about time he and Daline stopped dancing around the issue and made everything official, at least to their small inner circle.

But Maul’s inner musings were digressing. Arrogance. Pride. Ego. The true enemy. And so on.

Yet, despite that, Maul felt rather content at the Arkanis Academy. He was respected, feared, loved, or all of the above by just about everyone there. He, Daleen, and Kilindi, were practically royalty at the academy. They were the popular kids, and if they weren’t hosting parties, they were damn well invited to them, like for this victory themed party. Let the Tarkin brats complain all they like; heritage hardly demands respect. Only actions do.

 While the legal drinking age in the Empire was only 18, the Academy had a strict, if not conservative approach to the subject. None was permitted on campus during the week, and minimal responsible drinking was permitted to those above 23 on weekends at Academy approved parties.

And while Maul was definitely not the sort to break the rules – a line he couldn’t even think with a straight face – he was much more committed to the concept of fun than many of his more legally inclined peers. It was fortuitous that they were friends with some of the senior students, who eagerly supplied the Terrible Trio’s misbehaviour.

Yet again, as a drunken Daleen struggled with her high heels and stumbled over, Maul caught her with the force. “This is hardly an appropriate use of my powers.”

“It’s not as if I’m happy about this either!” she slurred.

“Would you rather I let you fall over?”

“I u-used to be a princess!” Daleen exclaimed, steadying herself. Maul snorted.

“Come on, Daleen,” he encourages, lopping her arm around his, “let’s find Kilindi. I’m sure she’s gotten herself into trouble. Again.”

“We- we still have nothing, my lord.”

“Impossible,” the Sith snarled.

“There is nothing we can do!” Mas Amedda pleaded. “The Empire is too secure, his people too loyal! We can gain nothing more than surface level information.”

“You will do better,” Palpatine threatened.

“You ask the impossible! Perhaps if we still had Doriana, intelligence was always his strength, b-”

“Doriana went missing nearly a decade ago!” Palpatine roared, flinging the Chagrian across the room with the force. “Doriana, Maul, Fett, the Clones, the Banking Clan, Dooku, Sifo-Dyas, pieces I carefully cultivated for years! Gone! We finally have a lead on who is responsible for these setbacks, and you tell me there is nothing you can do? I expect more!!”

“O-of course, m-my lord.”

Palpatine rose his hands, ready to shock the man, but thought better of it. Reliable pawns were few and far between. He had so little to rely on already, Amedda was not one he could casually discard. All his carefully laid plans had gone up in flames, curtesy of the Emperor who had stolen his rightful destiny.

Now he had to start again, unable to leave Coruscant, unable to control both sides of the conflict…

… Both sides…

…Coruscant…

Palpatine returned to his seat and spun around, facing the window. No longer would he be able to keep both sides weak in order to sweep in and take it all. But he did still control the Republic. Perhaps all his plans were not yet lost. In danger? Maybe. But the game had only just begun.

“Amedda,” he barked, “summon the others. The time has come to alter our plans.”

“Kark me,” Vader muttered, collapsing into his comfortable armchair.

“Don’t be a wuss,” Daline chastised, “we’ve fought battles for twice as long without sleeping, the aftermath of a press release should be nothing.”

“I’ll take combat over politicking any day of the week,” he rebutted.

“Maybe so, but you did well today.”

“We did well,” he corrected. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she teased, laying down on his empty bed with a sigh.

“How the hell are you still standing?” he inquired honestly.

“Hm?”

“I used the force to sustain myself as Doriana and Cariss ran me through an hour’s worth of statistics, and I don’t resort to that lightly.”

“I’m Mandalorian.”

“Oh of course,” he rolled his eyes.

“You are a cranky tired, aren’t you?”

“I have executed subordinates for less.”

“Idle threats,” she dismissed. “Let’s recap today and yesterday. You delivered one of the greatest speeches in history, calmed the masses, established the Empire as a formal galactic power, and took all the infuriatingly small bureaucratic steps that were necessary.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Point is, we’ve earned some rest. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this exhausted in my life, and I fought in a civil war since my adolescence.”

“I know how you feel. Very well, then. Rest it is. The shitshow can resume tomorrow.”

Daline snorted. “You’re adorable when you swear, you know that right?”

Vader sighed. This was his life now. He tutted a finger and glared at her. “Incorrect.”

All things considered, it could be worse.