What if you were appointed governor? A dream.
And what if you were appointed governor of an entire planet? Even better!
But what if it’s a ruined industrial planet on the far edge of the Empire, blasted by orbital bombardments, which has been split up between gangs and corrupt officials? That’s… hardly reassuring, is it?
Before me, there were twelve governors here. And all twelve failed their mandate and were executed.
Now the governor’s commission is mine, and I can’t refuse it. The Empire demands an almost impossible schedule of deliveries. If I don’t make it in time, I’ll become the thirteenth.
From the very first day, everything goes wrong. I hadn’t even left Harmonia—the local capital—when my first petitioner came to see me. If I don’t help him, my governor’s authority will remain nothing more than a line in the archive. But if I agree, I’ll have to go against the established rules.
However, being governor here isn’t about being a obedient fool running errands for bureaucrats. A governor is the one whose orders are carried out—not out of fear, but out of conscience.
All that’s left is to make that happen.