1392. The last step
Suo-Gerrera is sitting on the throne among Unifar Temple, enjoying the pleasure that power brings to him. While eating fresh fruit, he said to the frightened clerk next to him, "Let the cleanup work over the Central Commercial Building ruins speed up a little more! Restore traffic as soon as possible!"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, we have mobilized more than 5,000 people to clean up. However, the engineering equipment is insufficient. Many people can only use shovels and pickaxes to dig, which is very inefficient. Hundreds of people have fainted due to overwork..." the secretary whispered.
"Then send another 5,000 people there! In short, within today, I will see that ruins cleared out!" Suo-Gerrera pulled out a pistol and played with it in his hand, and said coldly, "If you can't do it, then go dig in the soil! Use your ability to make excuses, maybe you can dig a little more."
"Yes... yes..." the clerk replied tremblingly, and then ran out as if running away.
"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Galactic Republic! Separatists! Hahahahaha! Jedi Knight... Hahahahaha!" Suo-Gerrera laughed loudly and wildly.
However, in his madness, his eyes were cold.
The communicator rang. Suo-Gerrera looked at the name displayed on the communication band, his face instantly turned cold, and he pressed the button.
However, the holographic projection did not appear. Obviously, the other party chose the voice mode, "Do you really think that you will not be punished for what you are doing now? So-Gerrera!"
The corner of Suo-Gerrera's mouth turned up slightly and he said, "There is no retribution in this galaxy, only power. I got power and I succeeded. But now everything is still in ruins. Why don't you come and help me? Stila-Gerrera. I can appoint you as Prime Minister. Ah... wait a minute, the position of Prime Minister is now occupied by Noda. He had already thought about it when he was driving a truck, so... How about Deputy Prime Minister?"
"You groveled in front of Galactic Republic. Is this the answer you gave?!" Stila asked sharply.
"What's the difference? Have you ever thought about it, if our resistance movement was really successful at that time, how much better the result would be than now? The result is the same. Under the power of Galactic Republic, we can realize our own power." Suo-Gerrera said.
"This is just your ambition! You disregard the life and death of the people of the entire planet, and only have your own ambitions and desires in your heart! If a person like you stays in the position of King Onderon for one more day, it will be a disaster for the people!"
"Did I bring about the disaster? When Separatists used that THOR to massacre our comrades, wasn't it a disaster? When Galactic Republic's millions of troops pressed on, wasn't it a disaster? You ignored all these facts and never just It's just an empty talk! So what happens to Onderon now is something people like you should take a closer look at!" Suo-Gerrera jumped up and shouted, "You don't understand at all! Onderon, there was no choice from the beginning!"
"But you still chose to push things to the worst side! Even if you succumbed to Galactic Republic's feet, you could still do more! Fight for more for the people of Onderon! But you didn't even do a single thing!" Stila-Gerrera said loudly.
"I told you, Stila. Onderon never had a choice. Haven't you noticed that everything is promoted by Galactic Republic or Separatists? They will not consider Onderon's wishes. Law. Because we are just chess pieces." Suo-Gerrera stood up, opened his hands and looked at everything around him, "Governor Tarkin doesn't care who becomes the king, he only cares about whether his goal can be achieved... In this case, why don't I enjoy it here?"
"You have disappointed me so much, Suo. The ideals and beliefs you once talked about, but in the end you just sat on the throne and enjoyed it? Is this the answer you gave me?" Stila-Gerrera's voice was trembling.
"I enjoy it because I have seen it through." Suo-Gerrera said, "Besides, I went to Governor Tarkin to fight for this throne myself, and it is justifiable. In a few days, when Dexen Satellite is captured, my documents as the king will be formally submitted to Galactic Republic Senate for discussion, and the result will not change. I will ascend the throne as king."
He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Ah, by the way, where did you hide the old king Ramses-Dundup? I sent people to search for him in his secret residence, but no one was found? You must have robbed him, right?"
"That's right. King Dundrup is with me." Stila said coldly, "Many of the things I just said are exactly what he wanted to say to you."
"Hahahaha, you are so cunning Stila. I really underestimated you." Suo-Gerrera laughed, "I didn't expect you to be the one who hides the deepest. As long as you control King Dundrup, those people in Onderon will choose you, right? This move is really too clever."
"In your eyes, apart from this throne, is there nothing else?" Stila-Gerrera said with great sadness.
"Stop teasing me Stila. Don't I understand you? You also want to be a king! Right? In that case, don't blame me for being rude!" Suo-Gerrera said sharply, "Limited You hand over Dundup within one day! Otherwise, you will be wanted by me all over the world! Not only that, I will also report your matter to Galactic Republic and make you a wanted criminal in the entire galaxy!"
However, the only answer he received was the sound of electricity. Stila-Gerrera had cut off the communication.
"Bastard!! Bastard!! Idiot!! Idiot!!" Suo-Gerrera slammed the communicator to the ground, cursed loudly, and then shouted outside, "Come here! Come here!! Make me wanted Stila-Gerrera! Just say she kidnapped Old King Dumbledore! Give me global wanted! Find her! Immediately! Immediately!!"
At the same time, a large number of transport ships have begun to assemble in the outer orbit of Dexen Satellite, and the attack is about to begin.
On the fleet flagship, Tarkin's Will, Galactic Republic Fourth Army, the official governor, Wilhuff-Tarkin stood in the center of the bridge with his hands behind his back, staring at the burning planet outside the porthole window - Dexen Satellite.
"No matter what plans Separatists has or what power they hide, this is their last hiding place! And we will completely crush their last hope!" Tarkin raised his hand and shouted loudly, "All the troops! Get ready for landing! I will plow Dexen Planet to the ground within one day just like I captured Onderon!!"
There was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
Almost there! Almost there! Just capture Dexen Satellite and destroy the Behemoth-class battlecruiser production line of Separatists! Then his title of Galactic Republic's number one general will be well deserved!
Now that Onderon has been captured, Izzy City has become an extremely large logistics base. Countless spaceships transporting countless supplies will be able to support the battle of millions of armies!
That's right! Just this step!
Suddenly, a siren sounded! A controller shouted loudly, "Mr. Governor! A strong energy reaction has been detected! The target... is behind us!"