nycdaug Chapter 813 Puppet
Chapter 813 Puppet
Chapter 813 Puppet
The first rays of dawn had just illuminated the horizon.
Soldiers from the Imperial military base have all come out.
At this time, the main roads leading from Sendari City to the outside of the hemispherical dome had been surrounded and blocked by Imperial soldiers. Several different types of walking machines stood on both sides of the road, with their cannons lowered and aimed at the exits. Stormtroopers were setting up roadblocks in the middle of the road, and citizens who wanted to leave the city were told to turn back.
Fu Qinghai's face was ashen as he strode across the overpass leading to Sendari. A large group of assault team members carrying weapons were jogging ahead of him, and behind him followed a group of leaping soldiers equipped with jetpacks.
Fu Qinghai raised his hand and waved. The leaping soldiers activated their jetpacks, and the flames propelled them off the ground, flying towards the skylights on the hemispherical dome.
"Sir, all ground access routes have been sealed off."
A captain from the stormtroopers walked over and said.
Fu Qinghai nodded to indicate that he understood.
They did not stop and continued walking into the city.
Fu Qinghai's order to seal off all surface passages in Sendari was merely a formality. As a city whose surface development space was restricted by the dome, it was natural that a considerable portion of Sendari's urban space was underground. Sealing off the surface passages around the dome was simple, but the underground passages were interconnected and the imperial army could not seal them off at all.
Even though he was the one who did it, he still had to pretend to be surprised, furious, and take it seriously.
Escorted by the commando team, Fu Qinghai, with a gloomy face, walked towards the royal palace and headed to the first crime scene.
As Fu Qinghai walked through the Royal Palace Square, head bowed in deep thought, a familiar feeling of unease welled up inside him, and he stopped.
"Snapped!"
Debris flew everywhere, and a gap the size of a bowl was blasted open in the stone slab in front of Fu Qinghai. The more than ten-centimeter-thick paving stones were pierced through, and a small pit was blasted into the soil underneath.
Large-caliber live-fire sniper rifles...
Fu Qinghai suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the trajectory.
All I saw was a black figure hurrying away.
"Alert! Alert! Protect the Colonel!"
The assault team members around him immediately tensed up and shouted.
Four leaping soldiers took off and rushed toward the tall building.
Without a doubt, they are reincarnators.
Fu Qinghai stared at the window where the other person had disappeared.
Due to the overwhelming advantages of blast weapons in terms of ammunition capacity and penetration, ballistic weapons are virtually nonexistent in the Star Wars canon universe, perhaps only used by a few primitive and underdeveloped planets. The major storyline event began yesterday, and at this point in time, someone dared to assassinate an Imperial commander in Sendari, using some kind of ballistic weapon.
One hundred percent are reincarnated beings.
Surrounded by towering buildings, the Royal Palace Square is one of the few open areas in the densely packed city, making it easy to be sniped. Fu Qinghai was a little careless; he didn't expect that the major plot event had just begun, and a reincarnator would already be assassinating the commander of the Imperial Army.
Without Fu Qinghai's personal orders, his officers had already led a squad of soldiers to track down the assassin. The governor's family had been massacred, and the passages outside the city were blocked. At this moment, the entire city was in a state of panic, which was indeed a good time for some people to take advantage of the chaos. It was not surprising that they would decide to attempt an assassination on a whim.
However, that guy is most likely his teammate.
Tsk, that's the troublesome thing about being an undercover agent.
Fu Qinghai twitched the corner of his mouth and continued walking forward.
He walked through the grand, open main gate of the royal palace, where a group of Mandalorians dressed in red and white armor were already waiting. The leader of them came forward with a weapon in hand.
"Colonel Aoyama."
This was a man who looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. He was holding his helmet to his side and his expression was one of great pain and sorrow.
"Captain Hack."
Fu Qinghai nodded and said seriously:
My condolences.
Fu Qinghai had met this ordinary-looking man at the welcome banquet last night. He was Hack Saxon, the captain of the Imperial Super Commando Team and Gar Saxon's right-hand man.
The Imperial Super Commando is an armed force created by Gar Saxon that is unique to him. This force wears white-painted Mandalorian armor, which is quite similar in design to the armor of the Imperial Stormtroopers, and is made entirely of Bescar steel.
This deliberate pursuit of similarity was intended to demonstrate the alliance with the Galactic Empire. Furthermore, Gal Saxon required each Mandalorian clan to send a portion of their warriors to join the Super Commando, somewhat reminiscent of the proton system.
"Have you reached a conclusion on the on-site investigation?"
Fu Qinghai looked at Captain Hak and asked.
"I heard you were also just assassinated..."
Captain Harker said hesitantly.
"I'm fine. Tell me what's going on here first."
Fu Qinghai waved his hand calmly.
Captain Hark couldn't help but look at Colonel Aoyama with newfound respect. It seemed that this "imperial hero" in the propaganda was not as bad as the other clansmen had imagined. He had just been assassinated a minute ago, yet he remained calm and composed. Just based on this composure in the face of danger, he must be a remarkable person.
"There are obvious fatal wounds caused by lightsabers. Lord Gar Saxon's neck was broken by the Force."
Captain Harker took a deep breath and said:
"The assassin is either a Jedi or a Sith."
"I understand."
Fu Qinghai frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"The Empire has a special agency to handle such matters. I will report the situation truthfully to Lord Tarkin. We will use the time during the blockade of Sendari City to conduct preliminary investigations as soon as possible and await Lord Tarkin's instructions. What do you think?"
Fu Qinghai looked at Captain Hak and asked.
The "specialized handling agency" naturally refers to the Imperial Inquisition. Mandalorian warriors wearing Bescar armor were relatively less afraid of Jedi and Sith, but in the vast majority of combat cases, even wearing Bescar armor, the Mandalorians were still no match for Jedi or Sith.
Bescar steel can only block lightsaber cuts, not Force abilities. The best way to deal with a Force user is still to use another Force user.
"I completely agree with your decision."
Captain Harker had no objection to this.
"Take me to Governor Mandalor's office."
Fu Qinghai didn't stand on ceremony with him.
……
Royal Palace, Governor's Office.
Fu Qinghai stood in front of Saxon's desk.
A blue holographic projection floats above the desk.
To be fair, even when angry, Tajin still retained some authority. At this moment, Tajin's entire face darkened, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on Fu Qinghai.
Fu Qinghai stood with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.
"You have disappointed me greatly, Colonel Aoyama."
Tajin's voice was as cold as the wind in a freezing cave.
“My lord, I only arrived in Mandalors yesterday evening.”
Fu Qinghai calmly explained:
"Based on calculations, the time of death was 2 a.m.
Fu Qinghai's meaning was also quite clear:
I only arrived in Mandallo yesterday, and this happened before I even had a chance to settle in. It's clearly not my fault.
However, Fu Qinghai also knew that what Tajin wanted was not to shirk responsibility, but a solution.
At this point, discussing whose responsibility it is is meaningless. Even if Tarkin executes all those in charge, the Saxon family cannot be brought back to life. The important thing is how to clean up the mess left behind by Governor Mandalor.
“But I think this is an opportunity, sir.”
Fu Qinghai slightly raised his chin and said in a deep voice.
"Oh? What opportunity?"
Upon hearing this, Tajin immediately fixed his gaze on Fu Qinghai.
"A golden opportunity to completely take control of Mandalorian."
Fu Qinghai began to deliver his prepared speech:
“Gal Saxon’s immediate family wasn’t entirely wiped out. He had a younger son who was studying at the Calida Military Academy and had narrowly escaped the massacre. His name is Merten Saxon. We can fully support this younger son to become the new governor of Mandalorian. He will be more obedient than his father, more reliant on the military power provided by the Empire, and more hateful of other clans. Through this new governor, who will be completely under our control, we can directly intervene in the affairs of Mandalorian without going through Gal Saxon as an intermediary.”
"You mean to say..."
Tajin narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.
If Gar Saxon was the Empire's agent in Mandalorian, then Merten Saxon was merely a puppet who had no choice but to obey the Empire. A puppet was easier to control and more in line with the Empire's interests than an agent.
"Before I went to Mandalorian to officially assume my post, I carefully reviewed the relevant historical materials of this people."
Fu Qinghai continued to explain his plan:
"The Mandalorians uphold an ancient ritual of one-on-one duels. The Saxon family did not die in a public duel but rather in a despicable assassination. This is inconsistent with the Mandalorian creed and the Code of Honor followed by orthodox Mandalorians. We can use this as an excuse to launch a large-scale purge and investigation, thus gaining the moral high ground, leaving other clans with no grounds for complaint. This is an excellent opportunity for the Empire to increase its military involvement in the Mandalorian realm. We can create a Mandalorian Division composed entirely of Mandalorian soldiers loyal to the Empire!"
Fu Qinghai even started making empty promises to Tajin.
What are the Empire's interests in Mandalorian?
This question is not hard to guess, because aside from the vast universe occupied by the Mandalorians, there are only two resources produced here: Bescar steel and the Mandalorians.
The former refers to precious and expensive mineral resources.
The latter is a high-quality source of recruits renowned throughout the galaxy.
In addition to building a military base on Mandalorian, the Galactic Empire also built an Imperial Military Academy to make use of Mandalorian's high-quality manpower. Ghost Squad member Sabine Raine was a student at this Imperial Military Academy.
Although the Imperial Super Commando look very similar to the Imperial Stormtroopers, they are still the private army of the Saxon clan. The "Mandalor Division" that Fu Qinghai described to Tarkin is more in line with Tarkin's image of the Imperial Mandalorian troops.
Tajin fell into deep thought and remained silent.
Fu Qinghai knew: The old thief was tempted.
"But if we want to increase military spending..."
Tarkin has already begun to think along these lines:
"It will be necessary to enter the planet's surface."
"There is no need to deploy too many ground troops in the short term. We can wait for the Mandalorians in the military academy to graduate."
Fu Qinghai then offered his suggestion:
“I have broken many records at the Calida Military Academy. Entrust that Imperial Military Academy to me, my lord. I am confident that I can train a Mandalorian army that is no less capable than any of the major clans.”
The approach remains the same: Mandalorian controls Mandalorian.
"Your idea is theoretically feasible."
Tarkin gave an affirmative opinion first.
"But all of this is based on one premise: the extermination of the Saxon clan must not happen again!"
Tajin changed the subject, staring at Fu Qinghai and warning him:
"Can you ensure that something like this won't happen again? If you can't, then everything you're imagining is just empty talk!"
Fu Qinghai was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
"Of course I can make sure it doesn't happen again, because I was the one who did it..." Fu Qinghai thought to himself.
I think this in my heart, but I can't say it out loud.
"Assassins are users of the Force."
Fu Qinghai looked at Tajin and answered cautiously:
"We may need the help of the Imperial Inquisition."
Tarkin seemed to have anticipated this answer.
“I can send an Imperial Inquisitor over here, I can even request His Majesty to send Darth Vader himself.”
Tajin said softly as he pondered.
It wouldn't be unreasonable to send Vader to handle the assassination of Governor Mandalorian by a Force user.
Am I strong enough to beat Darth Vader right now?
Fu Qinghai was also silently analyzing the situation in his mind.
"But I have a better option."
Tarkin suddenly paused here, leaving everyone in suspense.
They didn't tell Fu Qinghai what his choice was.
"Besides this, do you have any other requests?"
Tajin turned to look at Fu Qinghai and said calmly.
Fu Qinghai thought about it and decided to speak frankly:
“This happened on my very first day in office. To be honest, sir, I have experienced the mole incident before. I do not trust the Empire’s garrison on Mandalorian. I request that people I know be sent here to serve. This is my only request.”
After listening, Tajin stared at Fu Qinghai for three seconds.
A moment later, he suddenly burst into laughter.
“You are an ambitious young man, Aoyama.”
Tarkin shook his head and said with a sigh:
"I like ambitious young people, but I want to remind you not to let your ambition devour your reason."
"I have approved your request."
Tarkin left behind his last words.
The holographic projection then went out.
……
In Sendari, the imperial army's blockade and search continued. Two heinous incidents occurred in one day: a massacre of an entire family and a failed assassination attempt. Everyone was on edge. Imperial soldiers set up roadblocks along the streets, searching and questioning house to house, creating a sense of chaos in the city.
The governor's office was quiet.
Fu Qinghai leaned back in his leather chair, resting his head on his hands, and put his feet on Saxon's desk.
With Tajin's shrewdness, when Fu Qinghai proposed to send people he knew over, couldn't Tajin have guessed his true intentions? Tajin knew he wanted to form his own small group or faction, but he still agreed to the request.
The reason is simple: which army doesn't have factions within it? It's normal for there to be factions and cliques. Tajin himself is a faction in the imperial political arena, and as long as Fu Qinghai is still one of his men, this behavior is within the bounds of permissibility.
Fu Qinghai turned on the holographic screen of the ultrasonic transceiver, brought up the virtual keyboard, and began drafting his transfer order application.
Yevander Kalanga.
Hussein Faraj.
Roxie Elodie Fassbinder.
Fu Qinghai recalled the full names of his friends one by one.
"Sir!"
At that moment, a captain from the assault team walked in.
"Did they catch him?"
Fu Qinghai raised his head and looked at the person who had come in, and asked.
"Sorry, sir, we haven't caught him yet, but we found his abandoned assassination weapon in the sewers."
As the captain spoke, he brought over a large black gun with both hands and placed the heavy weapon on the desk.
Eh, the SRS99 special purpose rifle?
Fu Qinghai discovered that he actually recognized the gun.
The SRS99 special purpose rifle, from the Halo universe, is a very traditional gas-operated semi-automatic anti-material sniper rifle that uses 14.5x114mm fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing rounds.
"Continue the search."
Fu Qinghai glanced at it and then looked away, continuing to write his transfer order application while giving instructions aloud.
"Yes, sir."
The captain saluted and turned to leave.
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