Who: Tarkin, his Alliance cronies, his pawns, his enemies, open to others
Where: Respite, also his ship hovering over the planet, also probably other people's ships
When: All through the breach
What: Tarkin does his usual rounds in preparation for Reunification Day; see bold for prompts.
Warnings: Torture, probably, or at the very least allusions to it.


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1. On Tarkin's ship, he can keep a closer eye on his prizes.

There are only a few of them, but they're each masterful in their own way; a new order of power and control. They will be the future, he can sense. He's proud of them, even the ones who make a habit of regular disobedience. He tries not to be too stern, as he visits with each one; both the ones that are permitted to leave their rooms, and the ones that still need to be monitored. He considers each of them a miraculous gift in their own right.


2. On Respite, he spends his time checking in on his direct reports, meeting with diplomats, companions, captains; people of note who have made appointments in advance. He's one of the people who will be trusted to oversee the potential of this planet, and whether it deserves to join the alliance. As such, he needs to get a sense of this planet's prerogatives, its people, its culture. So after his meetings, he's out and about, with a small group of personal guards, taking in the bazaar sights and sounds.


3. Not all is peaceful, however.Once he catches a whiff of criminal activity, a Browncoat acting suspicious, he turns on them, with a ferocity and anger that's a surprise, in a man his age. They lost the war; it's a wonder some of them never learned to act like it.