Ross Fisher

*Your entry has earned 3 XP* Leaving Mimban, I was hastily re-routed to Ruusan. Apparently the High Council had a deal with a smuggler out of Fort Nowhere to ship back some artefacts. I was to act as the courier. I was about as unimpressed as you can expect. I'm a career diplomat, not some hick freight hauler! But since the Triumvirate were paying the bills, I could hardly refuse. Still, I didn't exactly want to spend a whole lot of time there. Smugglers are rarely good company, and the Native Ruusanians are inbred yokels to boot. About the only thing on Ruusan that did interest me was the "Bouncers" - adorable little green globular beings that look exactly like the kind of thing you'd see at the other end of a target range. Apparently they're sentient, so I resisted the itchy trigger finger, but it was not easy. I vowed to myself that if ever there was a war on Ruusan, I would do my utmost to make it to the front line.

*Your entry has earned 2 XP* Well, it wasn't all going to be sunsets and cocktails, I knew that. Still, when the first job I got was a recce mission to Mimban, I wasn't exactly ecstatic. That mud-bowl has been hit as hard as anywhere by the Star Wars: The Mimbanese fought for the Republic against the Separatists and for the Rebellion against the Empire (and the exact same troops they fought alongside nine years earlier). That meant I couldn't really go around identifying myself as an officer of the Triumvirate. Sinking my feet in the clay pretty much confirmed my fears. This entire world is a meat-grinder that could bog down a fledgling empire like the Triumvirate. The Mimbanese are borderline isolationists, and have absolutely no time to be part of anything bigger than themselves. Letting go of this planet after Jakku might have been one of our biggest mistakes. There was still some hope, though. The Mimbanese weren't the only indigenous race. I didn't manage to gather much information about the "Greenies" during that mission, but I knew that they managed to stay out of the wars. Archive files regarded them as subversive. But, it seems likely that this attitude was formed in consultation with the Mimbanese. My recommendations to the High Council were: 1) To avoid military invasions if at all possible; that planet consumes resources that could be better used elsewhere. 2) To consider empowering the "Greenies", who would likely be better-disposed towards an Imperial remnant than the Mimbanese. 3) Hell, High Council should've considered just re-routing the Nanth'ri Route from Zalonis to Fabrin. Honestly, in the end it might've taken less time and effort, and fewer lives and credits than what actually happened.

Once again, he's not a criminal. He was a debtor.

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I'll see if I can do something this weekend...

Alas, that ship has sailed. Those bricks are now back in the box from whence they came. The Abbé doesn't attend debauched drinking festivals. I'll see if I can send his opposite number. What time does the challenge end?

@Captain Genaro Abbé François' response: To those responsible for defence and/or military honours, I have just spent several months in jail. This jail was built into an Oleonaise Fort. A fort that I commissioned and paid for with my own money, in order to better fortify our own colonial waters. A fort that cost me so much in additional payments that I was forced into debt. A debt for which, I was imprisoned for several months. I have given much for Oleon: blood, gold, and effort. None of these things I begrudge. I can renew my stock of each should I intend to carry out my duty. But time, gentlemen; time is something I do not have a renewable supply of. And what I really don't have time for is pretentious local governors refusing me an audience because I have recently left prison. Therefore, what I want you to do is restore me to grace. Grant me whatever honour it takes to cancel out the disgrace of sacrificing your good name for your country. I am a patriot and a devout Aplynacian. I will not suffer further delay. If I cannot restore my reputation, I will be forced to cut short my mission to the Brick Seas, and return to Granoleon. Be sure that I will make it my job to thoroughly investigate those who held me back. Yours in faith, Abbé Jules François

For what it's worth, I did build a front room for each floor, but they weren't that impressive, so I left it as you see it. Thanks for the though!

@Basiliscus I'm afraid I can't claim that as my idea. Glad you like it though!

@Darth Bjorn Thanks! This was really fun.

Didn't realise the heads were blue until I looked on Bricklink. It's a really good figbash!

That's a really smart backstory! Nice :D

That's just his resting bitchface. There are no specific plans to go after the count.

I think a Mary-Celeste idea would be kinda cool...

The Abbé is now a free man.

I've built a small residence:

Dear Brother, You might've heard that I'd recently been incarcerated in debtor's prison due to a misunderstanding over upkeep on a fort I'd commissioned. Well, the good news is that I'm now at liberty again. It seems Monsieur Gallo was able to clear up the book-keepers' errors and restore me to freedom. Of course I'm still livid. How can this be allowed to happen to a patriot and a devout follower of the Aplynacian Brothers? Even worse, some Corlander rapscallion was somehow able to bluff his way into my quarters, and insult me. You wouldn't credit it was possible! Anyway, I am currently regaining my health in the small house Monsieur Gallo is renting on Acropolis. I have a mind to set the world to rights, but for now, I must rest. The Underlord guide your steps, Jules. Letter from the Abbé François to the Viscompte François, dated October 619. After building the Chateau D'Ouennes as a Maltese Fort, I wanted to give a nod to the standard Maltese house front, which is very commonplace on the island. I will be submitting it as a small residence. Hope you like it!

*Your entry has earned 4 XP* Well, folks, it's been a while, but I think it's probably time we set this down for the record. I had been enjoying my retirement for a couple of years when the money started to run out. My bankers on Nar Shadaa ripped me off by quite a tidy sum, and the casinos took a large chunk of what was left. More to the point, I was yearning for adventure again. New worlds; new people; risk; excitement! So, I packed up shop, sold anything that wouldn't fit a respectably-sized yacht, and headed core-wards. I'd heard that one of the imperial remnants, an outfit called The Triumvirate, was making a go of it. Maybe they would stand the test of time, maybe not, but there was bound to be enough credits flying around to set me up nicely in luxury and style. Now, a man with my background knows how to set up summits as well as he knows how to walk. I can broker agreements with my eyes closed. But I wanted something a little more impressive. So I went to Noe'ha'on. If you don't know it, I wouldn't recommend summering there. The native sentients are a bunch of insectoids called the Noehons, who are all about power complexes and crippling anxiety. The big game there is K'lor Slugs, which frankly speaks for itself. But it has a lot to recommend it to a government on the rise, including a ready source of cheap labour. So I was there to broker an agreement. I contacted the big-wigs at the Triumvirate, and told them I had an offer they'd be mad to ignore. They sent their best field agent, a chap by the name of Commander Bannon (nice enough chap, if you can get past the perma-scowl). So, I told Bannon that I had come to broker an agreement between the Noehons and the Triumvirate: access to that steady stream of cheap labour, in exchange for support for the current alpha; Vu'rekh (old friend; we'd done business in the past, and he's about as reliable as you can expect in these parts). I also presented Bannon with a bust of old Lord Vader, forged in the fires of Mustafar from the wreckage of the Death Star itself. Said if it didn't go with his wall-paper he was more than welcome to pass it on with my compliments. Most old imperials admired Vader, but there a few out there who had relatives who... got in his way. Not being the diplomatic type, he rounded on me and ask what my game was. I figured the bluff, soldiery type would probably just appreciate the honest truth, so I said I wanted a wage, a ship, and a chance to get my hands on an RT-97C. That raised a smile, thank the stars. And with that, the Triumvirate had offered me a job. Nothing like the old Planetary Governor gig, but a solid emissary posting. The ship, and the gun would have to wait...

Hi everyone, I'm rejoining Factions, playing as former governor Fnab Bibbly, as part of the Triumvirate:

This is a really fun build. The purple is a bit striking, but it just adds to the silliness. Great stuff!

Nice reaction face!

@Mesabi Nice build! As you say, not necessarily the most reliable narrator, but pretty funny all the same.

That would result in one hell of a squished battery commander...

No, from a city set. Lots of minifigs at a fun fair? Thanks

Everything is angled! Vive le Roi!