And so it is done.
They are all dead. Everyone who has opposed, annoyed or crossed you. Yago. Vigo. Helkin. Jena.
And Doon.
He was a remarkable man, no doubt about it. He was playing with the Devil himself and got within an ace of winning it. But playing with fire comes with a risk. You guys… well, enough of you anyway..,. passed your test in the Ghost Citadel. The Force is with you, the Force favoured you, and the Force saved you. The staggering coincidence of crashing by AKs ship on Kuoni… lucky? Well, you guys know, there’s no such thing as luck.
If Doon had been a force sensitive… well. You don’t want to think about it.
But that is it then. You guys are done. You have won your survival and the right to be proud. But there is no Kuylen. No secrets. No reward. No hope. The End of the Road, Doon called it. And you don’t know what the ‘New Order’ Helkin spoke of is, but if the Bureau is just the start, what purpose do any of you serve any more? You can’t live in the Republic even now, and if it gets worse?
There’s nothing for you outside. Anything that is ANYTHING works, at least in part, inside the Republic, and you can’t touch it with a barge pole. You have no home, no facilities, no money, no-one to work for or with. No-one will even make use of you any more, the Bureau has closed that down too- no-one will dare.
Heck, you may as well just close the doors and stay here, in this secure secret mountain fortress that no-one else knows about.
In this..
…
Hang on…
You can’t help thinking you have missed a certain upside to this!
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There is a world, outside the Republic, outside of known civilisation. Few know of it, for unusual gravitic anomalies from nearby stars hide it from most sensor readings. And those who might come across old records of it… so what? A world too far away to be interesting with nothing but primitive life forms on it.
Enough food to supply you indefinitely. Enough fuel to run your ships for a decade. The defence system is smashed but you guys can look after yourselves. Best of all, the Holy Grail- a fully functioning shield generator, powerful enough to deflect any orbital attack…
A smuggler lived there once. He was a member of a powerful criminal organisation, but it has fallen on hard times. It will re-build, they always do, but all in it who knew of this world died when the Smuggler did. Dealing with the wrong type of people, people said. He always took risks like that, and no-one’s luck runs forever. No-one is interested in revenge. There is too much re-building work to do- and who is going to take the risk anyway? If they come causing more trouble, then something can be done, but for now… just live and let live.
You’ll have to scrap his ship, Scorpio. A shame, but yours are more important and what you are going to be desperately short on is hi-tech parts, of which it has loads. Same with the orbital defences; you broke most the controls in the attack anyway. Keep the security system, the orbital scanners, DEFINITELY the shield… everything else can go.
The people who live there, the Epireans, are primitive, but not uselessly so. They are in a Bronze Age stage of development- they have nothing the Galaxy would recognise as technology, but they have small towns, basic technological rudiments such as sanitation and water management; they can communicate just fine. They even know of space travel; the Smuggler used to bully them now and again into doing the odd menial task, or sometimes he would bribe them with odd stuff from afar. But the newcomers are different.
They are the perfect slave force. Large, strong, powerful, and utterly unable to oppose you. Best of all, their civilisation is violent, split, disorganised. They fear both your powers and your strength- it is almost as if they were destined to follow you. Subjugating them will take a little time. You can’t OWN them, you don’t have the infrastructure, but making use of them when you need them- that can be arranged.
Later, Epireus got a reputation for having other inhabitants. They lived high on a mountain, where the Smuggler’s base was, for the pressure of the world was too much for normal life forms except on the mountains. There they were left to themselves. They sometimes traded with nearby organisations; pirates and smugglers, running credit from the famed droid AK. But they always refused to do business in the Republic, and never let anyone visit their home. People thought this was odd- not working in the Republic at all must reduce their opportunities; they could never meet anyone important, and they would get very poor prices. But that is how they wanted it- and people soon learned that it was best not to argue with them.
A base, a centre of operations, somewhere to live and to plan… and maybe even to expand. No system is perfect. The vice that closes you in, forces you out, there must be cracks. Let them forget you. You now know that the destiny of the Force will truly guide you. No mere legal organisation can eventually prevail against that. Those who have died are weak and unworthy. You are proven. The Force accepts you. And so now a difficult task for you all- Patience.
Your day will come.
There is a world, outside the Republic, outside of known civilisation. It is called Epireus. And those who have come to live there make one thing very clear indeed.
“Epireus is ours now. And that is a fact that will, in time, distinguish it in but one way.
That is was the first.”
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