The Death Star was many things to many people: a planet-sized herald of death, the ultimate in Imperial luxury
vehicles, home-sweet-home to a few million troops and
civilians, and the ultimate proof of the unholy Project Management powers of Grand Moff Tarkin. Certainly, he must
have sold his soul to the Devil at the crossroads at midnight to enter into a legendary league of organisational
prowess. Imagine the potential labour disputes for one thing, given that the Death Star was most likely
constructed and run by a mixture of prison and slave labour,
Imperial army and regular construction workers, contracted specialists, and non-unionised menial staff. Not to
mention a middle management the size of the population of Sweden. Maybe more.
Unfortunately the Empire?s slightly unimaginative vision of the Ultimate Weapon was basically a massive laser you
could move around the Universe and threaten planets with. It was never plucky-Rebel Alliance proofed, to the extent
that the plans clearly indicated the possibility of blowing the whole thing up with one well-placed proton torpedo. How
convenient. Many of you will ask what more anyone could ask for in a gadget ? and if there were one going begging, I
wouldn?t turn it down. Although I doubt I could afford the Road Tax, let alone the
Absolute faith in the ability of technology is always a touching thing to see however, and it?s nice to know that the
Emperor suffers from this delusion as much as the next boss.