Sola Gerrera sat on the throne within the Unifar Temple, savoring the pleasure that power brought him. As he ate fresh fruit, he said to the trembling clerk beside him, "Speed up the cleanup at the ruins of the Central Commercial Building! Restore access as soon as possible!"
"Y-Your Majesty, we've already mobilized over five thousand people for the cleanup. But we lack engineering equipment, and many can only dig with shovels and pickaxes, so progress is very slow. More than a hundred people have already collapsed from overwork..." the clerk said softly.
"Then send another five thousand! In any case, I want those ruins cleared by the end of today!" Sola Gerrera pulled out a pistol and toyed with it in his hand as he spoke coldly. "If you can't do it, then go dig dirt yourself! Put that talent of yours for making excuses to use. Maybe you'll be able to dig a little more."
"Y-Yes..." the clerk replied, trembling all over, before fleeing as though for his life.
"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Galactic Republic! Separatists! Hahahahaha! Jedi Knights... Hahahahaha!" Sola Gerrera threw back his head and laughed madly.
Yet beneath that frenzy, his gaze was ice-cold.
His communicator rang. Seeing the name displayed on the communication channel, Sola Gerrera's face instantly turned cold, and he pressed the button.
However, no hologram appeared. The other party had clearly chosen voice-only mode. "Do you really think there will be no retribution for what you're doing now, Sola Gerrera?!"
The corners of Sola Gerrera's lips curved upward slightly. "There is no retribution in this Milky Way Galaxy, only power. I gained power. I succeeded. But everything is still in ruins now. Aren't you coming over to help me, Stila Gerrera? I can appoint you... Prime Minister. Ah... wait a moment. Noda