45 Chapter 40

Imperial Palace, The Imperial Capital.

The capital of the great Galactic Empire, the seat of power of this vast authoritarian dictatorship was a great planet.

This planet was formerly a barren wasteland, full of deserts with little to no source of drinkable water supplies. But as time slowly progressed this became a trade hub where everyone can do as they please.

It was lawless, the upper echelons was not giving a flying crap to the normal citizens of the planet. The minimum wage was nonexistent here, this became a psuedo paradise for greedy capitalists to exploit.

They transferred their numerous factories to this planet, turning it into a planet wide sweat shop with poverty level exceeding more than seventy percent, a figure so high for a developed planet to even have.

It has dangerously high corruption rate, all sorts of crime happening on a daily basis, and many more. The law enforcement and in extension the judiciary system was only for the people that can pay and has power.

This was the face of the planet before the rise of the Republic. As the war against the Sith Empire raged on hundreds of years ago, this planet was a key planet on the Old Republic's grand strategy.

They wanted to capture this planet as this is where key gossips and information are readily available. Something of great importance according to the Old Republic higher ups

Time flew by and during the Republic era this planet prospered even more, with the war finishing, the planet became a better place as the Republic replaced its government with a more sensible and clearly better one.

This planet was even given the nickname of "The Barren Coruscant". Something really applicable for it.

After the destruction and the Coruscant becoming a waste of a planet, Sheev Palpatine relocated the capital to this former barren world. After the fall of the Republic, Palpatine didn't relocated his capital as he made this former barren of a world the new capital of his First Galactic Empire. He then named it the Imperial Capital, completely scratching off the formal name of the planet.

Coruscant was now unlivable as it looked like a post apocalyptic situation there with tens of thousands or possibly hundreds if thousands dying everyday due to all sort of things. The rebuilding progress would take literally years and the Empire only took the things that happened on Coruscant as lessons on how to further strengthened their now Imperial Capital.

Back at the Imperial Capital, Sheev Palpatine was absolutely angry and pissed off beyond recognition. He lashed out at everyone and everything he saw. He lost his usual calm demeanor as he was right now a truly terrifying man to even get near at.

"It's been more than a month since this whole war started and we didn't even get near a victory! Now you're telling me, Vader, my supposed champion fell on the hands of a woman wielding an electric baton? That's embarrassing beyond explanation!" Sheev Palpatine shot out a force lighting which fried a nearby electronic equipment inside his office room.

His office was currently at a mess, papers flying, people running in and out for news, and many more actions.

"You're all good for nothing! You had one job and you still fail it so miserable that if the Force can laugh he'll be dying of laughter right now!" shouted Palpatine as he bitch slapped a nearby vase on his officer which sent it flying and crashing and shattering it to the ground.

Everyone was beyond terrified of Sheev Palpatine who just sat on his swivel chair and thought deeply.

"Quicken the Death Star project! We need a trump card to use against the Imperium. Also, have those people build my flagship faster, it's been years already." said Palpatine as he smirked imagining the stupefied reactions of the Emperor when he saw his Death Star blow up a planet with a single shot.

His requirements for his flagship almost always changes as he wanted to make it as much powerful as possible. From the size of around 20 kilometers before was now extended to 50 kilometers which might even change on the future depending on the circumstances. It was literally a flying fortress due to its design, size, and sheer firepower eclipsing even 100 star destroyers combined.

The Imperium may have some kind of planet destroying weapons but is it one shot ornis it truly a planet cracking weapon in a literal sense? This question lead Palpatine to believe he'll strike fear deep into the hearts of his enemy.

From the reports and information he has managed to attain up until now, the Imperium shows no signs of planet destroying weapons except probably that main weapon of the "main fleet" who destroyed and turned to nothing his formal Imperial Navy Supreme Commander that looked like a supernova when it exploded. But he's sure that that gigantic golden ship that attacked Coruscant years ago would literally be equipped by some sort of planet destroyer, but that's only from observation and no evidence can be presented to ensure his hypothesis is correct.

"Just so you wait you Emperor! I'll have you taste the power of the gods with the Death Star!"

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Holy Terra, somewhere on the laboratory of the Emperor near the Hall of Leng...

"Hmm what about this design? We can incorporate space flight with this type of titan." suggested the Emperor as he enlarged the holographic image of a gigantic titan over 200 meters tall.

"That will be too much of work to pilot it father, I want something that strikes fear when seen by the enemy." said Vulkan as he looked at the set of tried and tested weapons and the experimental ones on a hologram.

"Then we can just create a new type of titan from the ground up, it's not that hard considering we have legions of those technopriests on Mars doing nothing than just praying and calming the angry omnissiah by dancing around it and singing a song in high gothic." chuckled the Emperor aa he told the statement on a joking tone which didn't earned him a laugh from either his son or the golden male and females inside the laboratory.

Vulkan just looked at his father with a weird look. He can't believe his father who has supposedly lived for more than 40 thousand years to be this bad at joking. He thought that he should at least gave some experience on joking as he's literally so old.

"Yes... imagine that the joke didn't left my lips at all. Right custodians? Right silent sisters?" the Emperor looked at the golden guards with the expecting eyes which just made Vulkan shake his head.

The two groups immediately agreed by either nodding or telling that they'll keep their mouths shut.

"Very well.." the Emperir just coughed as he turned his attention back to his son Vulkan.

"Is the enemy been putting up a fight my son? We still have lots of trump cards, just tell me and those god machines will be sent to deal with them. After all, the Collegia Titanica was doing nothing these days except being painting the new titans out of the factories and test driving them and also possibly calming the omnissiah..."

"It will be better if they'll get to see some action on the battlefield to test out the newly created titans..."