"Brother Orman? Why was he involved in this?" Silas Tagge was shocked.
Even he, someone solely responsible for technology and research, understood perfectly well what it meant in the Galactic Empire's political circles to offend Wilhuff Tarkin while already being at odds with Darth Vader.
Urrrk Tagge's face went pale as he said distractedly, "His Majesty the Emperor was extremely dissatisfied with the construction schedule of the DS-1 project and put enormous pressure on Brother Orman. And Brother Orman... he directly asked His Majesty the Emperor to give him command of the Death Star if it could be completed on schedule."
He shook his head, looking deeply troubled. "Governor Tarkin... was furious about it. Afterward, he found an excuse to strike my name from the military rolls."
Silas Tagge sat down heavily on the sofa, staring blankly into space.
No one understood better than him just how severe the repercussions would be from Urrrk Tagge being struck from the military rolls. First of all, no matter what excuse was used, being removed from the military meant he had been branded with the stain of "dishonor."
Second, the Tagge family had long dreamed of establishing itself in the military in order to expand its influence and enter the military manufacturing sector. The Galactic Empire spent trillions of credits every year on military procurement and research. Such enormous investment naturally meant enormous profits—and enormous privileges!
Why did military-industrial giants like Kuat Drive Yards and Sith Fleet Systems compete for military contracts even at a loss? Why did an established military-industrial conglomerate like Corellia Engineering Company refuse to abandon military production even while raking in money in the civilian sector, insisting on holding its position even if all it produced were corvettes and Light Cruisers?
Privileges were what they truly wanted.
Because once