NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1: CH: 01 The Beginning of the Fall of the Republic and the Arrival of Fate And Hello, Administrator
{Chapter: 01 The Beginning of the Fall of the Republic and the Arrival of Fate And Hello, Administrator}
[Foreword: This book is a fan fiction of "Star Wars". It is a story that takes place in a completely different universe. This place has no connection with any person or regime on Earth. It is all fictional and does not contain any reference or irony. It is purely a space opera.]
[In the book, I will upload pictures of the characters, spaceships, and scenes in the Easter egg chapter to give you a more intuitive impression.]
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1. Hello, Administrator
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
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The Galactic Republic has ruled the Terex for more than 25,000 years. During these millennia, it has brought prosperity, abundance, and security to countless star systems. Its influence has shaped civilizations, cultures, and the very fabric of interstellar society. Under its vast rule, trade flourished, technology advanced, and peace—at least on the surface—was maintained.
However, for all its grandeur and longevity, the Republic has never managed to establish a truly centralized or efficient administration. The ever-expanding bureaucracy, the dominance of a privileged oligarchy, and a deeply fractured political structure have turned the Republic into a hollow colossus—a magnificent edifice built on unstable foundations.
It is grand. It is beautiful. It is awe-inspiring.
Yet, it is also dangerously fragile.
Rather than a unified government, the Galactic Republic functions more like a vast, decentralized alliance of sovereign planets, each with its own laws, ambitions, and conflicts. Beneath its dazzling exterior, a tangled web of hidden dangers lurks, waiting for the right moment to unravel its delicate balance.
The Republic divides the galaxy into several concentric zones based on economic development and proximity to the galactic core. At its heart lies the Core Region, home to the wealthiest, most technologically advanced, and politically dominant worlds. Beyond the Core lie the Inner Ring, Middle Ring, and, finally, the Outer Ring—the latter stretching toward the very edges of known space.
The further one travels from the Core, the poorer and more unstable the worlds become. While the Core enjoys luxury and power, the Outer Ring planets suffer from exploitation, poverty, and neglect. Yet, these frontier worlds are far more numerous than those at the galactic center, creating a dangerous disparity.
This growing divide between the privileged Core and the struggling Outer Ring has become the Republic's greatest vulnerability. Resentment festers. Discontent grows. Rebellion brews in the shadows. Separatist movements gain momentum, fueled by the ever-widening chasm between the exploited and their exploiters.
The Republic's doom is not a matter of if but when.
And before that inevitable collapse arrives, a singular event—one unlike any in recorded history—occurs.
A colossal, unidentified spacecraft emerges from hyperspace, descending into the Model Star Region at the very edge of the galaxy.
It brings with it a fate far more perilous than mere civil unrest.
It heralds the beginning of an era of chaos.
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"You have to make a choice… Leo Astra."
A deep, enigmatic voice reverberated through Leo's mind, its tone filled with an almost divine authority.
"The stars are burning, the people are suffering, and millions of innocent souls perish every day. Now, fate has placed an opportunity before you. Will you embrace it? Or will you turn away?"
Leo found himself standing amidst the boundless expanse of the cosmos, surrounded by an infinite ocean of stars. The celestial bodies stretched out beneath his feet, glowing like diamonds scattered across a velvet tapestry.
"Am I… dreaming?" he muttered, raising his hands. They felt oddly real yet strangely unreal, as if he existed in a state between reality and illusion.
Before he could process his surroundings, a deafening roar shattered the stillness.
A titanic warship, so massive it blotted out the stars, loomed overhead. It took nearly a full minute for its immense bulk to pass above him. Along its armored hull, countless turrets adjusted their aim, and then—
A devastating beam of energy erupted from its main cannons, dwarfing Leo's entire body in sheer magnitude.
A second fleet materialized in the distance, meeting the first in a ferocious clash of fire and destruction. Countless laser salvos streaked through space, ripping apart the silence of the void.
Interstellar fighters deployed, darting through the battlefield like a swarm of metallic hornets. They weaved between the behemoth warships, engaging in intense dogfights, their trails marked by bursts of fiery explosions.
Space itself became a canvas of devastation.
Though the vacuum carried no sound, the horror of the battle was undeniable.
A deafening silence. A merciless slaughter.
Leo's gaze was drawn upward just in time to witness the warship above him take a direct hit. Its armored hull cracked open like fragile glass. Explosions ignited its interior, and from within, crew members were sucked into the void—helplessly flailing, their desperate struggles futile against the merciless grasp of space.
Leo's chest tightened. His breathing grew erratic.
Then his eyes locked onto the approaching fleet.
Their warships bore triangular hulls, their command bridges standing high above their massive frames. Countless H-shaped starfighters swarmed around them like a metallic storm.
Recognition struck him like a lightning bolt.
His mind reeled. His voice trembled.
Massive, triangular warships.
Countless H-shaped starfighters.
His mind raced, and then it hit him like a tidal wave.
"TIE fighters... Imperial-class Star Destroyers... This is... Star Wars!!"
"Star Wars."
As soon as the words left his lips, everything around him shattered like fractured glass.
The battle, the warships, the soldiers—all of it dissolved into nothingness.
Leo was once again suspended in a vast, empty starfield.
But now, as he looked down, he saw something even more terrifying.
Every planet below was engulfed in war. Explosions bloomed like deadly flowers, mushroom clouds rising and falling like the breath of a dying world. Civilization crumbled before his very eyes.
The voice returned, its tone final and unwavering.
"You have made your choice. Fate will reward you accordingly."
"Wait! What choice?! I didn't choose anything!"
Leo's protest was cut short.
A sudden, overwhelming force yanked him downward.
The world twisted and spun, pulling him through an abyss of incomprehensible motion.
It felt like being flushed down a cosmic whirlpool.
"Hey! Let me go baaaaaaack—!"
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The Awakening
[Has arrived at the target galaxy. Name unknown. Coordinates unknown.]
[Activating planetary scan...]
[Planet diameter: 4,900 kilometers. Orbits a gas giant. Rotation period: 18 standard hours. Revolution period: 402 standard days.]
[Atmospheric composition: A2 level—suitable for human respiration. Terrain: forests, mountains, grasslands, plains. Surface water coverage: 8%. Intense crustal activity detected.]
[Conclusion: Habitable for human colonization. Planet size inadequate for large-scale civilization development. Overall assessment: B+.]
[Warning: Hyperspace core malfunction detected. Jump capabilities temporarily disabled. Initiating planetary colonization protocol.]
[Command 07, Article 1 of the Interstellar Colonization Act: When the AI deems colonization viable, the designated administrator must be awakened to oversee operations.]
[Executing hibernation resuscitation protocol…]
[Good morning, Administrator Leo Astra.]
Leo's consciousness resurfaced, his mind clouded with a strange mixture of exhaustion and unfamiliar knowledge.
A flood of information overwhelmed his thoughts—management theory, psychology, sociology, agriculture, industry. It was as if years of study had been forcibly injected into his brain within seconds.
The sheer volume of knowledge nearly made his head explode.
His eyes shot open.
He found himself lying in a pristine, white medical chamber. The space was compact yet comfortable, illuminated by soft, ambient lighting that cast no distinct shadows. Automated robotic arms tended to various devices nearby. A few potted plants sat in the corners, adding a refreshing touch of greenery.
It was nothing like the hotel room he remembered.
"What… What's going on?" Leo muttered.
[You are the administrator of this ship, Leo Astra. During hibernation, you completed the necessary knowledge assimilation. We have now arrived at a habitable planet. Please determine whether to begin the colonization process.]
A refined, synthetic female voice addressed him.
Leo's breath hitched.
"Who… Who are you? Where am I?"
[I am the core control computer of the mothership. You are currently in the living quarters, specifically the medical room designated for administrators. Please proceed to the bridge once you have fully regained consciousness. If you require nutritional supplements, you may request them at any time.]
"Mothership? What mothership?"
[This is a colossal mothership equipped with a hyperspace core, designed for interstellar colonization. However, all records of its origin civilization have been lost. As of now, this mothership belongs to you. Every resident and crew member aboard has been chosen under your authority to embark on this interstellar journey.]
[Currently, the mothership houses 600,000 residents and 50,000 crew members, all in hibernation. In the event of an emergency, the mothership can awaken essential personnel for immediate response. Each individual aboard has undergone rigorous selection and training, specializing in various professions to optimize colonization efforts.]
[Additionally, the mothership contains a massive embryo bank with 5 billion genetically superior human embryos. Through advanced biotechnology, the growth cycle of these embryos can be accelerated, maturing into fully developed individuals in just ten years.]
[Now, the entire mothership and all those within it stand ready to serve you, Administrator—Leo Astra.]
Leo Astra's mind was in turmoil, unable to process the sheer weight of what was happening. Just moments ago, he had been lost in a strange dream, where an enigmatic voice had urged him to make a choice. Now, he was awake—only to discover he had somehow inherited a massive mothership?
A vessel capable of housing 600,000 people couldn't possibly be small, right?
Still feeling lightheaded, he forced himself to stand and staggered over to the mirror mounted above the sleek, futuristic sink. Staring back at him was a young man with bright, striking features, though his complexion was unnaturally pale.
It was still his face, but… enhanced. His skin appeared smoother, almost unnaturally refined, as if meticulously maintained. Even his hair and eyebrows had been carefully trimmed, leaving him looking sharp and composed.
His clothing had also changed—he was now clad in an immaculate white uniform, its large lapels adorned with golden embroidery. The fabric was soft, flexible, and impossibly lightweight, as if he were barely wearing anything at all.
Had he… traveled through space? No—more than that. Had he crossed into an entirely different world?!
The realization hit him like a thunderclap. Everything from his previous life—his parents, his friends, his entire past—had been wiped away, leaving him utterly alone in an unfamiliar universe.
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. His legs buckled slightly as he gripped the edge of the sink, struggling to steady himself. Desperate to snap out of this surreal nightmare, he turned on the faucet, intending to splash his face with cold water. Instead, comfortably warm water streamed out.
Annoyance flared inside him. He needed cold water, something sharp and bracing to ground himself. But no matter where he searched, he couldn't find a way to adjust the temperature on the integrated basin.
A nameless frustration boiled over.
"Lower the temperature! I want cold water—cold water, do you hear me?!"
His anger surged uncontrollably, his emotions spiraling into helpless rage. Before he could stop himself, his fist slammed into the mirror with full force.
The impact sent a web of fractures splintering across the reflective surface. Blood immediately pooled from his knuckles, the sharp sting barely registering over the storm in his mind. His head throbbed violently, nausea rising in his throat. He hunched over the sink and vomited with a pained gasp.
At that moment, the doors to the medical bay slid open with a quiet hiss.
The doors slid open with a soft hiss, and two young women strode in with graceful urgency, clad in sleek, futuristic medical uniforms that blended form and function seamlessly. Their outfits consisted of high-tech white bodysuits accented with crimson details, layered beneath flowing white cloaks with loose black sleeves. Their matching black boots clicked softly against the sterile floor as they moved with purpose.
The woman on the right had wavy, crimson-red hair cascading down her back, framing her striking blue-gray eyes. Her counterpart on the left bore the same piercing gaze but with straight, neatly kept red locks. Their ethereal beauty was almost unnerving—pristine, symmetrical, and eerily synchronized in their movements, as if they were two halves of the same existence.
Without hesitation, the first woman stepped forward, reaching out to support Leo with effortless strength, while the other swiftly retrieved medical supplies, her hands moving with mechanical precision. Their efficiency was uncanny—too perfect, too fluid—evoking the presence of something beyond mere human skill.
"The Administrator is exhibiting post-hibernation distress! He requires an injection of antromin!" one of the nurses called out.
A robotic arm extended from the wall-mounted medical cabinet, retrieving a vial of clear liquid in mere seconds before handing it to the nurse.
"Administrator, please listen to me," the nurse said gently, cradling his face with delicate but firm hands. "Your body is in perfect condition. This medication will stabilize your mind. You only need to rest for about two hours under normal sleep conditions, and you'll be fine."
Leo's frustration reached a breaking point. He shoved the nurse away, glaring at both women with unfiltered anger.
"Get that syringe away from me! I don't need it! Now, all of you—get out! Leave me alone!"
"But, Administrator—"
"I said GET OUT!!!"
The two nurses hesitated only for a moment before hurrying out of the cabin. However, from the shifting shadows outside the doorway, it was clear they hadn't gone far.
Leo let out a long, weary sigh. His gaze drifted back to the cracked mirror. He clenched his jaw, then turned on the faucet again.
"Adjust the water temperature to cold. You can do that, right? Computer."
[I am the core control computer of the mothership. You may refer to me as Selene or the Mastermind. The water temperature has been adjusted. Please enjoy.]
Ice-cold water splashed over his face, the chill seeping into his skin. It was exactly what he needed. As the shock of the cold set in, his chaotic thoughts began to align, forming a clearer picture of his situation.
That dream, the mysterious voice… it all had to be connected.
It had asked him to make a choice. Though he couldn't recall exactly what he had chosen, the voice had promised that his decision would be rewarded.
Was this mothership the reward?
His mind raced back to the dream—the cosmic battle that had unfolded before his eyes. The ships, the fleets, the war... He recognized them. They were straight out of Star Wars.
Had he actually traveled into Star Wars space?
If that was the case, then this situation was far worse than he'd imagined.
In a galaxy where planetary-scale conflicts erupted over the slightest provocation, this mothership—no matter how massive—was nothing more than a floating coffin waiting to be torn apart by the first hostile force that found it.
Even a Titan-class ship from EVE Online wouldn't be enough to guarantee his survival in a universe like this.
Leo remained seated in the medical bay for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought. He needed a plan. He needed to understand exactly what kind of capabilities this mothership possessed.
His contemplation was interrupted by a calm but insistent voice.
[Administrator, the mothership's resource levels are critically low. If you have recovered sufficiently, please proceed to the bridge and assume command. If you are still experiencing health issues, I will summon additional medical staff.]
Leo exhaled sharply and pushed himself to his feet. His expression hardened with determination.
"No need. Let's go to the bridge now."
"Well, look on the bright side—at least this isn't that godforsaken nightmare called Warhammer…"
Leo exhaled, shaking his head at the thought. Compared to that hellscape of eternal war, insane gods, and grotesque horrors.
The mere comparison was enough to snuff out his rising anger, frustration, and fear. Compared to that eternal meat grinder of madness, this place was practically paradise.
With that reassuring thought anchoring his mind, he stepped forward
Without another word, he turned and strode out of the medical bay, ready to face whatever awaited him.
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[TIE fighters]
[Imperial-class Star Destroyers]
[The Two Beauties]
[Titan-class ship from EVE Online]
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