Serroco has become increasingly volatile in recent months. What initially sparked as localized skirmishes between anti-Rebel pirate factions has escalated into a full-blown conflict pitting Rebel-aligned forces, spearheaded by everyone's favorite Jawa megacorporation, against the Empire's 2nd favorite criminal megasyndicate, Black Sun. While the fighting continues, a more personal battle simmers for the unconventional leader at the heart of it all, Defabricator General Tilba Ugama.
The explosive growth of the conflict was, according to some, exactly what the General wanted. "Tilba want big wreck" chirped Zizz Wobblenut, a jawa salvage mechanic, "and suddenly, more pilots! Rebel follow him big time. Rebel don't care about profits, Tilba get many wrecks! Whole system wrecked, no working ships left."
The sheer recklessness of Defabricator General Ugama's recent campaigns has yielded an unexpected terror, a distinct lack of viable enemy targets left to salvage. The Jawa and allied military forces lacking sufficient targets have reportedly started to turn on General Ugama, blaming him for their current boredom. The thrill of combat has been replaced by the monotonous drone of idle engines and the soul-crushing repetition of simulated exercises. Holoscreens in the mess hall now frequently display crudely drawn caricatures of Defabricator General Ugama, adorned with blaster scorch marks.
The explosive growth of the conflict was, according to some, exactly what the General wanted. "Tilba want big wreck" chirped Zizz Wobblenut, a jawa salvage mechanic, "and suddenly, more pilots! Rebel follow him big time. Rebel don't care about profits, Tilba get many wrecks! Whole system wrecked, no working ships left."
The sheer recklessness of Defabricator General Ugama's recent campaigns has yielded an unexpected terror, a distinct lack of viable enemy targets left to salvage. The Jawa and allied military forces lacking sufficient targets have reportedly started to turn on General Ugama, blaming him for their current boredom. The thrill of combat has been replaced by the monotonous drone of idle engines and the soul-crushing repetition of simulated exercises. Holoscreens in the mess hall now frequently display crudely drawn caricatures of Defabricator General Ugama, adorned with blaster scorch marks.
