Chapter 41.1

The star system of Geonosis, on some part of the gigantic construction site...

The planet of Geonosis was sterilized by the obviously evil Galactic Empire. The local populace was stripped off of their capabilities to reproduce, leaving their species to die due not having the ways to procreate.

At this moment a woman who's beauty can be considered as cream of the crop type was walking on the large hall towards the highest point of the construction site.

The woman was wearing an Imperial officer uniform who's rank was at least a major. The stormtroopers and Imperial soldiers was saluting everytime they see her as a sign of respect. Her however, didn't even bat an eye as she made her way to the command room.

The war against the Imperium can't even be called to be unfavorable to the Galactic Empire. The state of the current war was so beyond description that the Galactic Empire media had to spread fake information to ensure the general populace that the war was slowly titling on their side.

This was only done to keep the public in their shackles and not suddenly raise the flag of revolt. If this such event were to happen then the already beaten like a dead vegetables Galactic Empire will be eaten in the inside of maggots while at the same time maggots from the outside are slowly chipping their leaves away.

But all hope was not lost as the Galactic Empire still has the Death Star, a weapon of such a massive scale will surely title the balance to their favor. At least that what was said to them.

In reality, the Death Star was absolutely infiltrated by spies and sleeper agents by the Imperium that it's good as Imperium's property.

One such sleeper agent was the woman who just entered the command room. She approached the highest commander, a man named Tarkin.

"Commander, the Emperor wants to speed up the building of the Death Star. The war needed an absolute force to change the possible and predicted outcome of this war." said the woman as she gave Commander Tarkin the data pad for him to see the message personally.

"It will be impossible to construct the Death Star faster. We still have safety checking procedures to do and many other protocols to follow to ensure that the Death Star was up to his majesty's standards." Commander Tarkin gently shook his head as he looked at the gigantic window. He saw the numerous machines working together to create the state of the art planet destroyersm called the Death Star.

"Commander, this is not a request, it's an order..." said the woman who's hands was on her back.

"Then we'll have to ommit important protocols! We can't totally be sure if the Death Star will even be safe!" said Tarkin as he lashed out on the woman who's face didn't show any signs of budging.

"It's not my job commander, I'm only giving you the message of his majesty." said the woman who almost spitted out the words in disgust. She'll make sure she clean her tongue thoroughly to clean the residue of the words she just spoke.

"It has come to this it seems.Tell his majesty that I'll comply. The Death Star should be ready in 3 years instead of 6." said Tarkin as he tapped on what looks like some electronic device in front of him.

"Yes sir..." the woman saluted as she left the command room. to find someone, another sleeper agent of the Imperium that's working on the actual construction site, she needs to get the blueprint as there might be changes on the Death Star.

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Tatooine...

A planet full of desert, home to the Hutts. A planet considered to be a slavery hub. A paradise for criminals, outlaws, and the like.

Such a planet was mysteriously spared from the war machines of the Imperium. Those frightening battleships of gigantic sizes didn't jump on the star system of Tatooine, instead, they took a route completely bypassing Tatooine.

At this moment, a man that looked so old was seen meditating on his small house. This man was Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the remaining jedis alive.

Since the Order 66 was given, jedis was systematically exterminated as news that they conspired with the Imperium to bring the Republic down. It's said on these propagandas that they helped the Imperium orchestrate everything from behind the scenes.

Now, Obi-Wan was living on Tatooine on seclusion. Not giving any attention on the outside world except for a few calls from his old black friend.

At this moment a knock on the door came. Obi-Wan opened his eyes as he slowly walked to the door and opened it.

On the door was someone that looked like a cyborg at the very least. He has his organic components exchanged with technological ones.

"Can I... come... in?" the sound if thick electronic voice was heard coming from the cyborg as Obi-Wan just nodded and gave way for tge cyborg to enter.

"So is this the new way Vulkan will contact me?" asked Obi-Wan to the cyborg. Over the course of years the method in which he and Vulkan talked to each other widely varied. From communication equipment to even what Obi-Wan called Force messaging because someone who's clearly blind came to him and became a medium in which Vulkan and him talked.

"Yes... great primarch... Vulkan...wants to talk... to you." the cyborg slowly nodded as if he's a complete robot. Obi-Wan just sat on the opposite of the cyborg waiting for the cyborg to do weird things so he can talk to Vulkan.

The cyborg just bowed as the color of the reactor on his chest changed from red to green as the eyes of the cyborg also changed to the color of green.

Obi-Wan just looked at him silently, he's been numb on these sort of things. He has seen far worst ways of communications courtesy of Vulkan.

Sometime later, the cyborg lifted his head up as his whole demeanor changed and his moves became flawless and not robot like.

"Long time no see, Obi-Wan..."