#armand isard

[liopleurodean]

CALLISTA MING IS IN THIS CLONE WARS BOOK????

[hotbunking-vacheads]

Picture this: the upper echelons of the Empire immediately after Endor and Palpatine's death, but everything plays out like The Death of Stalin. With Mas Amedda as Malenkov, whoever's in charge of the ISB as Beria, Armand Isard as Khrushchev, and a deranged Palps clone as Stalin's son. You're welcome.

[commander-gree-week]

Headcanon - how did the gree go extinct?

😅 I can't tell if you want me to say "I don't know, how?" or link the Wikipedia article, but on looking through the article for the answer, I found out they're not! At the time of the Clone Wars, their culture is certainly endangered and they've lost a lot of knowledge and ability to work their ancient tech, but they're still alive. I did not know this, so thank you for bringing it to my attention.

Here's the link to the article and a copy of the relevant section:

In the final years of the Galactic Republic, the Gree were still best known as a species that had built a civilization that predated the Republic. As a result, the worlds of the Gree were considered a xenoarcheaologist's treasure trove that contained artifacts of exotic and advanced technology. These relics were guarded by a Gree culture which had degenerated to a point where they were no longer able to use much of their own technology. During the Rise of the Empire era, the glory days of the Gree were long over and their history and technological secrets mostly lost.

During the Separatist Crisis, Count Dooku formerly of the Jedi Order was sighted within the Gree Enclave where the Senate Bureau of Intelligence had reports of a man matching his description being on board the mobile Rokak'k Baran station. There were also claims of him utilizing a vessel with a particle-wake unlike any encountered before that led to Director Armand Isard commenting that contact was being made with Gree crafters to inquire if they knew anything about the technology employed. At this point in their history, the Gree still operated and built some unique items. Count Dooku's personal Geonosian solar sailer was fitted with an ancient, mysterious sail of Gree manufacture.

The Trident-class assault ships created by the Colicoid Creation Nest drew upon the ancient designs of the Gree Enclave. Midway through the Clone Wars, the Pollux Poi assassin droids were purchased by Count Dooku from the Gree and utilized on Jabiim. The Gree remained an obscure species, known only to specialists in alien cultures such as clone trooper commander CC-1004. CC-1004 adopted the name "Gree" to demonstrate his knowledge of galactic species, knowing that anyone who commented on his chosen name would share his interest in sentientology.

On the other hand, Gree were almost entirely unfamiliar with standard galactic technology. They were particularly contemptuous of droids, which were not a part of Gree technology. Modern Gree became reduced to mere caretakers of decaying wonders. First contact with the Gree by the Galactic Empire was made by Captain Marrix during a scouting expedition through their sector of space. He was apparently highly respected by the Gree to the point that he was allowed to visit their homeworld once. The Empire maintained a small consulate on Gree though there was no governor or garrison. The Imperial Consul-General maintained a small force under his command that included a Carrack-class light cruiser. Skalus served as the Imperial Consul-General on the Gree world of Asation.

(I would like to note that ancient Gree used foreign droids frequently to communicate with other cultures, as we see in Pat-aK (pot-ah-kay) and his cohort on Coruscant in Star Wars: The Old Republic. Pat-aK is in the Senate building and starts the planet story that's available to Republic classes. He and his cohort communicated almost exclusively in Gree color language, which was causing some difficulties the player character is able to solve.)

[dougielombax]

What I’m wondering is who’d serve as hypothetical targets of a retaliation project by the new republic.

Like, high ranking imperial war criminals.

Aside from officers and high ranking military leaders. They’re the obvious suspects.

Who else would there be?

Aside from those we see getting killed in the sequels (Cpt Canady, General Pryde, etc).

I can only think of Palpatine’s aides and advisors. And any remaining ministers.

Along with a few military or intelligence figures who slipped through the cracks.

But we’re talking like BIG names here!

Anyone after Jakku who isn’t DEAD!

So far we’ve got Mas Amedda (ORDER!!!!), Sly Moore (FOR NOW! assuming she isn’t killed off in the ongoing comics), maybe General Veers, and Armand Isard.

Idk.

Let’s be real, there are only so many moffs, generals, governors and admirals you can put on such a list.

I’m thinking more like big name policymakers, ministers, propagandists, real bigwig shithead types.

[coruscantguard]

Before the by-and-by

@loving-fox-hours - Fox Week - Day 4 - Undercover Mission

Commander Fox, Ysanne Isard, Armand Isard (mentioned)

Warning for child endangerment, references to child abuse, shitty parenting in general, abuse apologism, and general horrific implications masked by humor and Fox complaining.

(Ao3 Link)

Coruscant, Level 1329, 22BBY

"Do you know who I am?”

Fox freezes as a young voice-- a child’s voice, really-- cuts him off. He waits for a second, to see if anyone else is going to reply, and when no one does, he sighs and sends the bartender what he hopes is an apologetic smile, but probably looks more like a pained grimace.

The bar is much too empty for the kid to be talking to anyone else, and considering how nonexistent his luck is, Fox is pretty damn sure the kid is talking to him.

The kid is small, humanoid, and she’s making a face at him. The kid is much, much too small to be in a bar. The kid is dressed like a tiny bounty hunter.

But Fox is undercover right now. And that means the answer should be no. Is no. Because his undercover self doesn’t know anyone.

So he’s already saying the word no when he realizes that no, actually, that’s not correct. He does know the kid.

He’s seen the kid around the Senate building before. He’s seen the kid around RCMOP before. Osik, he’s seen the kid in both Senate Bureau and Republic Intelligence meetings before. He vividly remembers wanting to ask why a child was in a briefing, and he remembers not doing that, because contrary to poular opinion, Fox is not stupid or suicidal.

(It’s not like it was that weird the kid was there--  Fox learned about similarly brutal massacres as a cadet, just not via military briefing. If her father is fine with it, and the Chancellor is fine with it, then yeah, a kid who barely comes up to his elbow can sit in on a briefing about the Malevolence and the ion cannons. Fox supposes that the weirdness is probably because he’s used to natborns... coddling their children more. Maybe it’s just a Senator thing?)

“You’re Director Isard’s daughter,” he tells her, and he’s certain of that. Now that he’s looking, it’s obvious. She’s a spitting image of her father, from the inky black hair and white stripe above her temple to the casual look of chilly disdain on her face as she readjusts her stance.

He silently pleads with the Force that the kid doesn’t want him to actually know her name, because he’s got no idea about that little tidbit of information.

Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like the kid wants that, because she just sends him a toothy grin, before putting her hands on her waist and tilting her head to the side. Since cadets tend to loose their teeth at around three standard, and because he’s pretty sure it’s the same for natborn humans, the kid is probably at about seven standard in human years.

“I am!” she says, and waits for a second, before leaning in to whisper, “and you’re the Clone Commander of the Coruscant Guard.”

Fox blinks in surprise. Because, well. He’s undercover. “Right now I’m a bounty hunter from Coreilla,” he quickly corrects, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “But yes, I am,” he replies, because she’s not wrong, and he’d rather her not fight him about actually being a clone.

“I know,” the kid says. “I know what I’m going to be,” she informs him matter-of-factly. Fox blinks again, because. Just. What.

“Do you now?” he finds himself asking as he slowly backs up, bringing the two of them away from prying ears and eyes. He’s not exactly sure what the kid is talking about, but if it’s going to break his cover, he’d rather be near a door for it.

“Mmmhmm,” she says, nodding vigorously as she follows. “The Director of Intelligence. “

Kark’s sake, what the kark, Director Isard, why is your child here--

“After all, I am to be my Father’s heir,” the kid announces as they spill out onto the street. ‘So maybe you’ll work for me one day!”

“Maybe,” Fox allows, and he grabs the kid’s hand as he starts moving down the street. He’s obviously not going to meet with his contact when there is a cadet-aged child there, so his plan has to change. “It’s good to have drive,” Fox says noncommittally, and he could find the leather-rats and drop her off with them, but the CSF is corrupt at best, and he’d rather not be the reason Director Isard’s kid turns up dead in a ditch--

“Dad says that when children aren’t given purpose, they grow up to be unmotivated and... in-comp-e-tent.” She pauses, scrunches up her nose. “I think that’s what he said, anyway.”

Suddenly, he feels a tug on his hand, and realizes that she’s stopped in the middle of the road. Of course.

“Lady Isard,” he starts, and her eyes widen.

“Nope!” she says, cutting him off, and she goes digging in her dress’s pockets until she pulls out a small black comm unit. “Undercover, remember?”

The kid slaps the comm on her wrist before he can even begin to consider how to reply to that, and she hits a button. A digital passport pops up, with a photo of her on it. “Right now, I’m Anne Antilles! Your daughter. Uh, here. Dad told me to give this to you,” she says, and shoves a crumpled up piece of flimsi at him. And--

Director Isard sent his karking child to level 1329 alone to play messenger?

Right. Okay. That’s, whatever. Not important. Not his jurisdiction, not his business.

Fox nods once, but then he sees something out of the corner of his eye, and he’s moving. He grabs her under her arms, lifts her up so he can get both of them off the main street. The shadows of an alley greet them, and his pace is brisk as he moves away from what might be one of the leather-rats’ patrols. The kid  masks her surprise in seconds, and she wraps her legs around him as he settles her on his hip. Her arms loop around his neck automatically, and osik, at least the Director’s kid knows how to make a quiet getaway.  The kid is silent-- impressively so, he can barely hear her breathing-- and they make it out onto another street without any fanfare.

Fox skims the updated mission parameters flimsi with one hand as he walks.  This could... go very badly very quickly if he’s not careful. Director Armand Isard is not a forgiving man. The fact that his daughter is apparently joining Fox on this mission is a fact that threatens to be a Problem with a capital peth, and he’d really rather it not be. 

Force’s sake. Why didn’t Thire get this mission? Thire is good with kids. Thire likes kids. Thire would probably like this.

“Can I have a blaster?” the kid suddenly asks in an exaggerated whisper.

“No,” he says, because he learned that lesson well enough.

“Come on! I know how to use them,” the kid protests.

“Still a no.”

“Dad-uh, my other dad would let me have a blaster,” she complains, and Fox snorts. He does not doubt that for even a second. “Wait, should I call you Papa instead of Dad?”

“Nope.”

“But I can’t call you both Dad.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Here, I’ll call my dad Dad, and you can be, um... Buir!”

Oh Force karking hell, lords of kriffing atron, kark me--

“Wait, you clones do know Mando’a, right?”

“Most of us do, yes” Fox grits out, as he silently resolves to never go on an undercover mission ever again. It’s not a resolution he’ll be able to actually fulfill, but it’s nice to at least consider it. “And you can just call both of us dad. In fact, that’s what you’re going to do. Okay?”

He is going to get so, so drunk after this mission, and hopefully forget the entire goddamn thing. Thank the Force that Cody isn’t here right now, kriffing hell. If his batchmate made a crack about him being in a relationship with the karking Director of Republic Intelligence, Fox would be obliged to kill him, which would then make both Wolffe and bottle-blonde pissy, and he has enough problems as it is.

“Ugh. Fine. You’re boring.”

“Didn’t you just say that I’m Dad?”

The kid hits him for that, which, okay, that’s fair. He’d hit Cody if Cody made that joke.

Then she tightens her grip around his neck, and he has to actually fight back a snicker. The kid is maybe 50 pounds soaking wet though, so strangulation isn’t an effective method of punishment. He then tells her so, because he’s pretty sure Thire once said something about how helping children grow and improve their skills is important.

“If I want to strangle you, you won’t see it coming,” she shoots back, but she slowly loosens her hold again. “You’ll be dead, because I’ll actually strangle you.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure you will,” he replies, voice dry, as they turn onto a smaller, more crowded street. “Sometimes miracles do happen.” This is where the contact the Director wants him to meet with should be...

“I don’t believe in miracles,” the kid replies haughtily, sounding almost offended, and she sniffs in what Fox guesses is distaste. “I’m an Isard! We make our own luck.”

I’m an Isard, she proclaims, and the flinch Fox stifles is instinctive, his body reacting and putting him on high alert before his mind has even started processing. I’m an Isard, she says, and he casts his eyes out to the crowd to check and see if anyone reacts to the name, because kriff, worst timing ever there, kid. If the Director’s contact is paying attention, hears the Director’s name, and if he thinks he’s about to be brought in--

Well. It’s best not to consider that possibility prematurely. He can deal with it if it occurs.

(And Fox is pretty damn sure that this, this, is why the Republic doesn’t use cadets for undercover missions. No matter how good one might be with a blaster, they’re still shinier than the gleaming armor of the bastards in blue, and that’ll always show in some way.)

“You’re an Antilles,” he reminds the kid, and he forces himself to breathe through the instinctive flash of both anger and annoyance. Director Isard’s kid, he reminds himself. Could ruin your life with one word.

The kid’s eyes widen as she realizes what she did, and he can tell that she’s seconds away from looking back over his shoulder in panic, which would undoubtedly give them away, so he bops her on the nose.

The kid punches him in the neck in retaliation, but she manages to keep herself from giving them away, so Fox dismisses it. “We do make our own luck, though,” she mouths to him after a few seconds of silence, because apparently someone really wants the last word.

Fox just nods in response, ceding the point to her. He’s not about to argue with an eight year old about luck, and considering her tone of voice, he’s 99% sure that she’s just repeating something that someone told her. Probably her father, honestly. Director Isard is not one to wait for the tide to shift in his favor. He’s more fond of doing whatever he must, and sacrificing whomever he must, until he can bend the tide in his favor with his own two hands. It would make sense that his daughter has a similar point of view.

It’s also a point of view Fox has never had the privilege of having, and the truth of that stings as it settles into his chest. Because none of his brothers have gotten to even consider having that point of view, without immediately being laughed at. They’re clones. They belong to the Republic. You don’t get to just gaff off and make your own luck when the kriffing Republic is the one that holds both your leash and noose. Not unless you want to choke on it, anyway. 

Kriffing Natties.

... But that’s his own karking problem, and it’s not a problem he can afford to ponder during a mission. Or ever, honestly.

Force. Hopefully the Director’s contact will show up soon. Fox would really rather start forgetting this mission sooner than later, but he can’t do that while there’s a child in his care.

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RCMOP: Republic Center for Military Operations

Leather-rat: Slang for the Coruscant Underworld Police, insult

Bastards in blue: Insulting version of “Boys in Blue” which refers to the Senate Guards (And the police, but here Fox is insulting the SG)

[hof-story]

RBI/SBI Head Director Armand Isard. He’s a canon character but only in the SW Legends canon so I found this faceclaim for him.

[incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes]

Ysanne Isard: I’ve only ever hugged one man in my entire life, that was the day my father died... I squeezed that rotten bastard to death.

Kirtan Loor: Right, we’ll hug later. Good talk.

[countessofbiscuit]

Hi! Loved your write up on Republic Intel and GAR special forces.

My question is where do Shadow Clone Troopers fit into your headcanon TOE? The intial backstory for the shadow troopers have them as the brainchild of Armand Isard, future director of Imperial Intelligence, to supplement the dwindling number of ARC'S and Republic Commandos and give Republic Intel its own clones (Though Covert Ops Clones would later be mentioned as belonging to Intel)

But later sources say the Shadow Clones are part of the Special Operations Brigade with no mention of their ties to Republic Intel. For the purposes of my own fic, I had the Shadow Clones transfered to being under SOB as a bueractuc win Palps threw Zeys way ( Palps: I have to play nice with the Jedi till it's time to kill them all Isard, just deal with it )

Anyway curious for your thoughts and keep up the good work!

Hey there! Chuffed to hear someone digested that meta in full :D

The short answer is, shadow troopers don’t fit anywhere in my scheme because I never encountered them organically in media outside Wookieepedia, and they didn’t have enough in-universe “critical mass” for me to give them much consideration.

If I had to give Isard/REPINT a clone Ground Branch, however, I’d just scrub the shadow troopers concept and give them the covert troopers, whom I have spent some time thinking about because yeah, they make a significant appearance in RepComm. As you headcanon, leveraging control of über-elite units is definitely something Palpatine would and could do, given all the institutional power he wields (not just ... weird political sithly influence).

Clone assassins Moz and Olun were trained by Prudii; no Null would have trained crack killers for REPINT and they didn’t do anything unwillingly. For this reason, I’d been imagining them as a hyper-secretive command within CLONINT à la JSOC that got handed to REPINT — the inverse of what you’ve headcanoned, essentially. JFK excised the paramilitary capabilities of the CIA and handed them to the DOD in 1961, which was surprising at the time because it gave the US military power to conduct covert action during peacetime. At the height of the Clone Wars, Palpatine would not have found it difficult to answer anyone who dared ask — or who even knew — why the civilian foreign intel department (the more established organization, with a 100% natborn, non-Jedi leadership) might benefit from being able to take direct, clone-trained, clandestine action should, say, elements of the clone army become compromised. That could obviously get very messy … which is exactly what plays in out in True Colors.

I guess it comes down to what media one wants to privilege in building out their SW bureaucracy, what one’s fic needs, and where you want to place accountability for the internal open season on clone deserters (because it was a lot higher up than Zey, whether or not he was privy to it). At the end of the day, I believe it was Palpatine, behind movable walls of plausible deniability.

Thanks for the ask; I enjoyed chewing over this stuff again and will definitely be thinking about it anew as I finish a current re-read of RepComm.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Febuwhump Day 10 - “How Long has it Been?”

Summary: Slick has lost the ability to keep track of time.

Warning: Mentions of abuse of power and torture.

[Whereas I believe Dogma was slated to be killed for killing a Jedi (despite the fact Krell was a traitor to the Republic), I think they very likely kept Slick incarcerated to try to get information out of him. The question now is... What do you think happens to clones that get taken to be "debriefed" by the Republic Intelligence services?]

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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There is a particularly persistent question that had all but taken over Slick's life. One that hadn't been there before he'd been imprisoned for his crimes against the Republic.

"How long has it been?"

Simple enough of a question right? Not quite.

Because he kept asking it. Over, and over again.

And no matter what was answered? No matter how many times someone tried to help him put an end to this mind-numbing doubt of his, the answer just never sticks...

Armand Isard and his filthy dogs had broken him. The nat-born bastard had insisted on keeping him in custody rather than putting a blaster bolt through Slick's skull. Because they might be able to get invaluable data out of the wannabe spy that the others couldn't. Because he might be useful if they were to use their interrogation methods on him. Lies. Lies that everyone ate up like the gullible suckers they were.

If commander Cody and captain Rex really thought that they were the ones who truly loved their brothers, then they should have damn well put him down themselves. It would have been a mercy. It would have been actual love.

But no.

Slick was a traitor. A brother killer. So he got nothing but the abuse of men high on power. Men that wanted to see how far they could push a clone. How far it'd take to destroy everything that made Slick, Slick.

Not much, it turns out...

The first day is something akin to a celebration. The intelligence officers take turns, depending on what Isard deems appropriate for the occasion.

They beat him black and blue. Break each fingers and then his knee caps. Smash his teeth in and force him to swallow them. Shatter his nose and laugh when he spits out blood and wheezes with each breath...

And then once that nice little warmup is all done and dealt with, they get to the really good stuff.

They inject him full of drugs, then waterboard him. They use all sorts of illegal torture devices on him. They argue amongst themselves over what the best way to get him to squeal really is... That's just the first day.

Isard calls his men off once he is satisfied with how maimed and battered Slick has become. Tells them they have all the time in the world to play with their new toy. Says soon enough he'll have clones commissioned to be better than whatever low-grade sludge they used to make him. Slick doesn't doubt the idiot has kriff-all knowledge of how the Kaminiise make their products. Dumbfek nat-born is spewing bantha shit out of his mouth like it's gospel.

The bastard knows that Slick has nothing to offer them. No real enemy intel of worth, because he hadn't ever gotten far enough to get any. This? This agonising torture? It's just for fun. Because the chancellor wouldn't want his most trusted and bloodthirsty underlings to get bored, now would he?

Slick loses the ability to track time around the 50th something day. At this point he knows that a lot of the damage done to him is likely to be permanent. They've hit him enough times in the skull to certainly cause brain damage. Some things he can't feel properly anymore, and he's begun having seizures and headaches that make him throw up bile. They also haven't fed him consistently. He's emaciated due to his high metabolic rate reeking havoc on his battered body and anyone who saw him would likely confuse him with a decaying corpse, if not for the fact his breathing was a rattling loud mess.

Isard and his men had grown bored of him, so they leave him in the dark to stagnate. To die cold, alone, and in pain. At least that's what the plan had likely been at some point. He's so out of it that he doesn't notice when they toss him out into the dump with the rest of the trash. Slick didn't even deserve the dignity of cremation post-mortem. He'd just fade away surrounded by decay and filth. The filth of the republic...

And then... And then a vod finds him. A clone clad in red and white. Bucket on, like every other Corrie Guard he'd ever seen. Whoever it is runs off. Returns with others. Their armour has that same colour code, but they're different. The commanders... Slick's eyes burn with the need to shed tears, but he's far too dehydrated to cry. Someone please just take him out of his damn misery...

Time as a concept didn't make sense. Slick would fade in and out at random, like the blinking of his eyes.

One blink. He's in the ill-equipped infirmary, covered in wires and in so much pain. The medics give him pitiful smiles and soft encouraging words. It's the first time someone's been kind to him in... How long?

Two blinks. Several vode pile all around him. Cradle him like he's a young cadet, murmuring comforting words he didn't think he'd ever get from any of his brothers ever again. They're socialising him. Reintroducing him to love and touch. Things he'd gone without for so long that they burn and made him squirm. But this doesn't hurt. Doesn't make him want to flee. These are welcoming touches and he's never been more grateful.

Three blinks. He's in front of a 'fresher mirror, his ribs are still visible but he's gained weight. Hound managed to get a good haul of credits, he bought them enough food that for once they'd going to bed fed. He's learned a lot about Coruscant and he finds plenty of others who understand his view. They all understand that they're slaves. Meaningless pawns. But they're so broken themselves that they remain loyal to the only thing they know. Better the devil you know than... Than whatever was out there. Slick isn't abandoning these brothers. He can't.

Four blinks. Fox comes in with a wild plan to save a Jedi killer. Slick has no idea where he got the extra paint, but he's pretty sure the poor vod'ika in the cell is in for a shocking wakeup call. Or not, one of their medics is going in to administer a sedative...

Five blinks. He's enjoying Dogma's cooking with a few other vode. It's his break time he thinks. The strict little bastard is a huffy mess with a pole shoved up his shebs, but Slick won't deny that the kid is loyal and surprisingly good in the Guard's makeshift kitchen.

Six blinks...

"How long as it been?" He asks again, blank eyes finally focusing as he lifts his head up from the vodepile. It's always pleasantly warm on Epifania, and they have their windows open to make sure it's nice and aired out. The apartment that serves as both their home and Dogma's and Rhythm's office is a luxury compared to anything they'd ever had.

They have furniture. They have comfy beds. They have a well equipped kitchen. They have Holonet access. They have food. So much food.

"A long while." Olly, now gone grey, responds from his favoured corner where he's tuning his guitar. His face hidden by his large brimmed hat. "A very long while."

"That's debatable." an equally grey Rhythm responds, the lines of his face more pronounced as he smiles lazily. "It depends on how you measure it. Long can be very long, or not that long. You need something to compare it with."

"Now you're just making it harder than it has to be." Dogma huffs from where he's doing paperwork at his desk. He's filled out over the years, looking healthily plump and his skin is now a sun-kissed tan colour rather than the unhealthy complexion he'd been stuck with from being indoors for so long. The silver hadn't completely taken over like the other guardsmen, but it certainly gave him a more mature look. "You could just ask him."

"I'll ask." Fox rumbles from the very centre of the vodepile. Slick presses his face to the crook of his older brother's neck as he runs calloused fingers through his hair. "How long since what, vod'ika?"

"How long has it been since my family found me?" Slick doesn't hesitate to ask.

He needs to know. He needs to understand how long it's been since those horrid beasts hadn't lain a finger on him. He needs to celebrate his minute victory over them.

"Hm... A very long while." Fox smiles tiredly. They're all so much older now. Living half-lives as fugitives in some backwater planet. But it's better than Coruscant. Even if some of them are broken beyond repair. "It'll get longer still."

"Good." Slick purrs as he closes his eyes. Temporarily satisfied with the answer. He'll ask again in however long it took for him to forget. Maybe when his brothers give him his medicine.

[mariacallous]

"I had expected this someday, you know, Ysanne." "Of course; I am your daughter. It's over for you now, father, but fear not. The Isard legacy is in very good hands."

The last exchange between Ysanne Isard and her dad, Armand Isard (then-head of Imperial Intelligence) after Ysanne got back from a disastrous mission and managed to blame her dad for it and accuse him of treason, and then take over Imperial Intelligence after he was executed (potentially by her).

[forcesung]

Controlling a population is an economical business. We have twenty-six Imperial enforcement officers overseeing Oznar, a city of a million beings. Ninety percent of the reports of anti-Imperial activity and crime comes from the good citizens themselves spying on their neighbors and denouncing them. The biggest task we face is sifting that information. Far from having to be coerced, far from struggling under the so-called yoke of Imperial oppression—the average galactic citizen is only too happy to seize the opportunity to settle scores or merely make a show of being loyal. And I guarantee that in years to come, they will deny all knowledge of doing so.

—Armand Isard, Director of Imperial Intelligence

—Imperial Commando: 501st, Karen Traviss

[sirloozelite]

a)I imagined eventual Sith Ahsoka in Agent of Chancellor as Anti-Villain (at least in the beginning) b) Reading comments in Agent of Chancellor I saw that people propose to make Sith Ahsoka Head of Imperial Inteligence. I think making her right (or left) hand of Armand Isard would be better. What do you think about it?

Oh hey anon... interesting speculation you’ve got there! XD

A: The flashforward at the start of ‘Agent of the Chancellor’ does have a lot more foreshadowing of things than I think people have realised... perhaps even I realised as well. Sith Ahsoka is one of those things were it could go either way with her. Full on Sith and she’d be a terrifying force of nature, but Anti-Hero dark side Ahsoka would be equally as scary... to those she opposes at least. 

B: As for what Ahsoka’s eventual role would be, I’ve seen a lot of people making speculation as well. Some suggest ISB, others say Inquisitor, and some even think she’s gonna end up as Sidious’ new apprentice, not Vader. All in all I love all the speculation, but I can’t give a definitive answer without spoiling the ending.  That said, I am very surprised by how little faith everyone seems to have in her remaining on the light side and actually opposing Sidious in the end. At this point pretty much everyone seems to think she’s going to go dark! Hopefully the ending doesn’t disappoint. XD

[b-radley66]

Another revision. Lots of connections; kinda proud of this one—didn’t need to do much editing. Takes place right after Land of Song.

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebellion Era Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Original Character Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Leia Organa, Wullf Yularen, Armand Isard, Lando Calrissian, Lassa Rhayme, Jame Blackthorn | Bryne Covenant | Taliesin Croft (Original Character), Meglann Florlin (Original Character), Dani Faygan (original character), Nola Vorserrie (Original Character), Dav Kolan | ISB-010 (Original Character), Draq' Bel Iblis (original character), Null-13 | Drop | Tarre Tredecima (Original Character), Talle Tredecima (Original Character), Tehlen Skirata (Original Character), Fenn Shysa Additional Tags: Rebellion, Organized Crime, Crime Fighting, Ahsoka deals with various idiots, Friendship/Love, Family Series: Part 22 of Rise and Fight Again Summary:

Ahsoka Tano will use all of her wits and training, both as a Jedi, and sometime scoundrel to recover stolen assets of Bail Organa’s embryonic rebellion on a world that holds painful memories for her. With the help of more shady connections, as well as old friends from her past, she will move to exorcised perceived failures of the past.

Meanwhile, Bryne Covenant, still recovering from injuries incurred in a dynastic dispute on Corellia*, begins his new role as Organa's Peacekeeper-General. He finds that criminal elements on Alderaan, joined with certain Imperial entanglements, are threatening the exposure of the House of Organa and the rebellion, as well as threatening a friend to both he and Ahsoka.

Both Covenant and Ahsoka, as well as other family, must deal with changing paths as they continue to build a fight against the darkness.

 *As portrayed in the present-day chapters of The Minstrel Boy: The Bud Shall Yield No Meal.

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Ballad of the Winter Rose

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by NehruAmidala

England 1991! Minerva Hektor, daughter of River Song and Kanan Jarrus, never expected to have a conversation with Grand Admiral Thrawn across the cover of "Heir to the Empire". Thrawn did not expect to fall in love with a Force-sensitive mapmaker from the Earth system. Minvera learns more about herself the expected. AU! Rebels/Doctor Who.

Words: 34006, Chapters: 20/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Rebels, Doctor Who, The Dark Crystal

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Grand Admiral Thrawn, Minerva Hektor (OC), Eli Vanto, Lynette Kai'ckul (OC), Yogar Lyste, Wulff Yularen, Margaret Fowler (OC), Dr. Thales (OC), Ensign Mithell (Space MCGee), Captain Paelleon, Governor Pryce, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, Rae Sloane, River Song, Ahsoka Tano, Rex, General Ar'alani, Grand Inquisitor, Grand Moff Tarkin, Armand Isard, Director Krennic, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Zeb Orrelios, Chopper, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Commander Sato, Bail Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Talon Karrde, Shada Dukal, Mara Jade, Ghent Karrde, Bendu - Character, Princess Leia, Darth Maul, Sister Entropy (OC), Elena Cromwell (OC), Aughra

Relationships: Grande Admiral Thrawn/Minerva Hektor (OC), Aleskander Kallus/Garazeb Orrelios, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus/River Song, Eli Vanto/Yogar Lyste, Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Wulff Yularen/Margaret Fowler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Kanan Jarrus is a total bastard in this story, time travel portal on Jakku, ONE SIDED THRAWN/ELI, Pro Imperial story, Inspired by the films of Tim Burton and Hayao Miyazaki, Loth Wolves are Space Moro-no-Kimi, Chapter soundtracks, past emotional and physical abuse of leading lady, Well written romance, world building, Cheunh is Danish, Sy Bisti is Greek

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Ballad of the Winter Rose

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by NehruAmidala

England 1991! Minerva Hektor, daughter of River Song and Kanan Jarrus, never expected to have a conversation with Grand Admiral Thrawn across the cover of "Heir to the Empire". Thrawn did not expect to fall in love with a Force-sensitive mapmaker from the Earth system. Minvera learns more about herself the expected. AU! Rebels/Doctor Who.

Words: 15740, Chapters: 9/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Rebels, Doctor Who, The Dark Crystal

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Grand Admiral Thrawn, Minerva Hektor (OC), Eli Vanto, Lynette Kai'ckul (OC), Yogar Lyste, Wulff Yularen, Margaret Fowler (OC), Dr. Thales (OC), Ensign Mithell (Space MCGee), Captain Paelleon, Governor Pryce, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, Rae Sloane, River Song, Ahsoka Tano, Rex, General Ar'alani, Grand Inquisitor, Grand Moff Tarkin, Armand Isard, Director Krennic, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Zeb Orrelios, Chopper, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Commander Sato, Bail Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Talon Karrde, Shada Dukal, Mara Jade, Ghent Karrde, Bendu - Character, Princess Leia, Darth Maul, Sister Entropy (OC), Elena Cromwell (OC), Aughra

Relationships: Grande Admiral Thrawn/Minerva Hektor (OC), Aleskander Kallus/Garazeb Orrelios, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus/River Song, Eli Vanto/Yogar Lyste, Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Wulff Yularen/Margaret Fowler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Kanan Jarrus is a total bastard in this story, time travel portal on Jakku, ONE SIDED THRAWN/ELI, Pro Imperial story, Inspired by the films of Tim Burton and Hayao Miyazaki, Loth Wolves are Space Moro-no-Kimi, Chapter soundtracks, past emotional and physical abuse of leading lady, Well written romance, world building, Cheunh is Danish, Sy Bisti is Greek

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3087ZS7