"Master Garfield, please be serious."
Garfield smirked. "Yoda, you're not cute at all."
He then recounted the advice he had given Dooku about finding a remote, low-level civilization to experiment with his political ideals.
After finishing, Garfield added specifically. "It's better for Dooku to try this than to let his lingering fears fester until he leads an army against the Galactic Republic."
Yoda, who had always upheld the ideals of Jedi justice, opposed the idea without hesitation. "I disagree. Interfering with lower civilizations is against our laws."
Garfield's eyes narrowed slightly. "Is that so? I checked the data."
"There are hundreds of such 'interferences' every year. Look the other way, the Jedi Order does?" He paused.
"I know that disrupting the natural development of a civilization is not a good thing. But as a king, sometimes you have to make choices. If the Galactic Republic falls into chaos, the lower-level civilizations throughout the universe will suffer far more."
Yoda glared at Dooku, who stood silently beside him.
"If you dare to cause trouble," the old master said fiercely, "personally execute you, I will."
Then Yoda turned, leaned on his cane, and walked out.
Dooku stared blankly at his teacher's departing figure. He didn't understand why his master had left like that.
Snap.
Garfield snapped his fingers. "All done. Dooku, go prepare."
Dooku looked dumbfounded. "Prepare… what?"
"Choose a remote, low-level civilization planet in the galaxy. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Experiment with your so-called ideal nation there."
"But my master didn't agree! He said he would execute me himself!"
Garfield's response was sharp. "Are you really stupid? Your master told you not to do anything 'reckless.'"
"He forbids you from conducting illegal biological experiments. From arbitrarily modifying a species, those kinds of inhumane acts. But you can secretly change their political landscape."
"Think of it as a kingdom-building game. Except, you're controlling living beings. You must have a basic bottom line."
"Respect for their lives. Even in death, you must give them sufficient dignity."
Dooku fell silent, processing Garfield's words.
The gap between them was enormous. He was merely a Jedi Knight running around with ideals.
Garfield was a king who ruled a nation. The difference in their capabilities was immediately apparent.
Dooku rose and bowed deeply to Garfield. "Thank you for your guidance, Master Garfield."
"I will go prepare now." He hesitated. "However… I have a favor to ask. I hope you will lend me some support."
Garfield waved a paw. "I can lend you part of my fleet. I have quite a few now."
Dooku's eyes widened. "Thank you, Master Garfield."
After Dooku left, Garfield sat back on his cushion, feeling quite satisfied with his own eloquence.
Look at that, he thought. I successfully averted a crisis that could have destroyed the Galactic Republic.
Saved billions of lives from the ravages of war. Allowed them to continue living happy, peaceful, prosperous lives.
He paused.
Of course, they can also continue to enjoy my masterpiece game in a safe environment. Continue happily spending money on in-game purchases.
And Garfield would use that money for charity. To help improve the environment of impoverished planets.
To expand his fleet.
To protect the players who had contributed to the peace and stability of himself and the universe.
Garfield wasn't a greedy creature. Money was something you couldn't take with you when you died.
A gentleman loved wealth, but acquired it ethically, using it where it was needed, not storing it in an electronic system as a display item.
This created a virtuous cycle.
With Garfield's help, Coruscant became safer and better.
Its citizens lived and worked in peace and contentment, able to work, live, play, and spend money with greater peace of mind.
They used that money to improve their factories, shops, and public health.
Factory owners, in turn, treated Garfield, their super-customer with great care, providing excellent service.
The quality of Garfield's custom-made products was at least a level higher than other customers.
Garfield knew perfectly well their true motive, they wanted custom skins to wear in the game.
Hmph. As if I didn't know.
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Due to the game's popularity, the entire galaxy had been swept up in the *Survival Galaxy* series culture.
Garfield was hailed as the most influential Flerken in a millennium.
But Garfield insisted he was just a cute, kind, and harmless baby orange tabby.
He looked up at the 'Victory'-class Star Destroyer patrolling space above Coruscant. It's elegant triangular layout.
It's nine hundred meters long. It's three ion engines capable of sub-light cruising, remarkable.
With the help of Transformers, the original design had been completely overhauled. Garfield had added eighty missile silos and four squadrons of new robotic fighters.
These robotic fighters, modified from the Killer Bee design, he had named the Hornet type.
Their appearance had changed, becoming more like traditional fighter jets. Their internal electronic AI had been optimized.
The number of missiles they launched had increased from four Bee-shaped drones to dedicated air-to-air missiles.
The addition of more destructive ammunition meant that a single hit could destroy an enemy fighter.
They also possessed another function: the ability to join the Wings in large air combat formations for coordinated group attacks.
A single squadron of Hornet-type unmanned fighters could easily overturn two squadrons of the original Killer Bee design, along with their mothership.
The internal structure could also house one thousand landing combat robot soldiers and their accompanying weapons.
Garfield usually packed them together, keeping only a few specifically designed for aerial combat.
The fleet contained no carbon-based life forms. Robot dogs and birds operated internally.
Garfield had also used the transformer to conduct a round of robot dog and bird replication to maintain operations.
Due to the difficulty of obtaining materials and the lack of substitutes, Garfield had made a special trip to Cybertron.
Upon arrival, he didn't disturb Optimus Prime and Megatron, who were engaged in their massive civil war, and quietly salvaged some scrap metal from Cybertron's mining areas.
After this series of efforts, in addition to the existing Trade Federation fleet, Garfield now had.
24 additional robot dogs and birds
24 Star Destroyers
Supporting fighters, robots, and fighter-support robots
Total units: 100,000.
But this wasn't all.
Garfield had also purchased several factories from the Techno Union and Trade Federation, continuing his massive military buildup at full capacity.
Garfield made no attempt to hide his actions from Yoda and the Jedi Council. They had initially questioned his intentions.
He told them bluntly that he would take most of the fleet and factories with him when he left, leaving the remainder for the Jedi Order as a precaution.
To further reassure Yoda and his group, Garfield made another round of donations on Kamino, helping Yoda build their own army.
Of course, the fleet's weapons were all manufactured in Garfield's factories. It was simply a matter of reselling.
Furthermore, Garfield had quietly replaced Yoda's original DNA sample.