The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

2145. The final madness

"Scorpion Annihilator... Super Tank..." Walter Tambor repeated, "These two technologies are no longer available."

He stared at Lot Dude, his eyes under the goggles glowed with indifference, and added: "Super tanks are being developed and manufactured in the factory on the planet Geonosis. During the Galactic Republic's attack on the planet Geonosis, The factory was destroyed and the technical data was lost. As for the Scorpion Annihilator..."

He snorted coldly, "This technology has been given to Count Dooku a long time ago. If you want, you can ask him."

Lot-Dude said: "Count Dooku has been dead for three years."

"So, the Scorpion Annihilator's technology has been lost." Walter Tambor said coldly.

Lott Dude sneered and said: "I am very happy to see that your rhetoric about these two technologies is so seamless, so give me the things now. At least in your rhetoric, we can say these two The technology was found on the subplanet of Laxus, the administrative capital of the Confederation of Independent Systems, and will not involve your Technology Alliance."

"I said, these two technologies have been lost." Walter Tambor repeated again.

"I'm not here to negotiate terms with you, Walter Tambor." Lott Dude's tone was extremely cold, "You should know that the Trade Federation is in an existential crisis now. And the Scorpion Annihilator and the Super Tank, It can give us an absolute advantage in urban street fighting. I will do anything to get these two technologies.”

"You...what do you want to do!!" Walter Tambor couldn't help but stand up from his seat and back away.

"Anything!" Lot-Dude said gloomily: "I advise you to give me the things now! In this way, before Palpatine decides to confiscate all the property of your Technical Alliance, you still have the Trade Federation to stand in the way. In front. And if not, think about the consequences you will face."

"This is impossible!" Walter Tambor began to panic.

"Nothing is impossible! Walter Tambor. No matter what the outcome is, our Trade Federation will cause huge harm to the Galactic Empire! And at that time, if it is eager to make up for its losses from other places, what will the Galactic Empire do? Will you honestly make money in the market?" Lotto Dude stepped closer, his expression becoming more and more distorted, "Or, you can just capture me now and give it to the Galaxy Empire as a gift. If I remember correctly, Galaxy Empire. The price the empire gave me was 100 million credits.”

"Asshole... stay away from me..." Walter Tambor was wearing a robe-style protective suit and it was difficult to move. He was certainly not as nimble as Lot Dude, who was sitting on the mobility robot. He was overtaken in a few steps. He fell to the ground with a thud.

Lot-Dude directly approached that ugly face and said viciously: "Hand over, the Scorpion Annihilator, and... the super tank!"

"...Okay! Okay, okay! You win!" Walter Temple suddenly shouted as if he collapsed. He opened the mechanical chest of his protective suit, and there was a card slot hidden inside, which contained a small Small memory, "Take it! Take it! Take it all! There are some prototypes on the planet Hyperion... You can take them too!"

Lot-Dude reached out and took off the memory, pressed the button and browsed the files inside. In the small holographic projection, some pictures were projected, including the Scorpion Annihilator, the super tank, and even the most cutting-edge research results of the Technical Alliance during the Clone Wars, including the B-3 super battle robot.

He weighed the memory in his hand, his expression finally became normal, and he turned and walked outside. When he came, he turned sideways and said: "Send the things you want to transfer quietly to the planet Rendili. There, there will be means for you to escape to the Principality of Dawn."

Walter Tambor stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and then sat back on his luxurious chair without saying a word. The eyes under the goggles just kept staring at Lott Dude, motionless.

"Next time we see each other, it will be on the Dawn Planet, or... hell..." Lot-Dude's voice also became louder. He sighed and drove the transportation robot out.

In the huge living room, two figures moving away were reflected, both looking so lonely...

…

12BBY, August 14th. The capital of the Galactic Empire, the center of the empire, and the emperor's palace.

The battle situation on the Vulture Planet and the Rosa Planet has been placed in front of Emperor Palpatine. He looked at the staggering casualty figures on the battle situation, but his face was expressionless.

After reading it carefully, Palpatine said coldly: "According to the battle plan, the battle on the Vulture Planet and Rosa Planet has now ended. Why has it been delayed until now? What is this casualty number? "

Standing next to him, Sant Pestachi, the empire's top adviser, lowered his head deeply, almost burying it in his chest. He whispered: "Your Majesty... the Trade Federation's determination to resist is very stubborn, and they are turning this dispute into a war." A protracted and long-term war with such huge casualties is indeed beyond our plan...but please rest assured that Lord Darth Vader will definitely take over these two planets."

"What I'm asking you is..." Palpatine's voice was distorted and greasy, "Why did so few people die? Is it because Darth Vader still has mercy? Or is the Imperial Army incapable of reaching this point? Is it possible that the Empire When the army captured the prisoners, they didn’t shoot them on the spot?”

Sant-Pestachi was sweating profusely, lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"Jiejiejie..." Palpatine suddenly laughed strangely without warning. He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the endless world cities on the planet Coruscant. "I have said it before, the Milky Way The Empire has never been reliable. Darth Vader, Black Hole, Cardan... they are all a bunch of useless trash! Do you know why?"

"I...my wisdom cannot match one ten thousandth of your...Your Majesty..." Sant-Pestachi almost shrank himself into a ball.

"The Galactic Empire inherited the property, territory, people, army, and power of the Galactic Republic... but it also inherited all the dark sides of the Galactic Republic. There were many factors that led to the demise of the Galactic Republic, and the Galactic Empire had them all. ." Palpatine's expression was distorted, but he had that terrifying smile on his face, "How could I not know this? Hehehehe..."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. The dark plan you are leading is going smoothly...Whether the Galactic Empire fails or not, it will not have any impact on your plan..." Sant-Pestachi said with his head lowered.