I've bought and read through
Death Star as well - a decent book, although I wouldn't rate it as high as 10/10, even though this is a lot better than most of the awful EU trash set after the trilogy (
The Truce of Bakaru was mostly very, very boring, and the Vong beating down a inept, stupid New Republic led by ex-Rebel hypocrites, and dysfunctional Neo-Jedi sounds utterly rubbish).
The most interesting Death Star character was clearly Master Chief Petty Officer Tenn Graneet - I always suspected the man in the black jumpsuit, and beetle helmet, the very man who pulled the trigger for the Superlaser, would have a severly wounded conscious after blowing up Alderaan. It is also likely that Imperial Navy archivist was directly responsible for secretly sending off the detailed schematics of the Death Star to a less secure mainframe system on a backwater world, and that demonstrates that even crusty Imperials in olive green khaki can really stick it to the Man.
And Memah Roothes has the same lack of hindsight as any barman working on the
RMS Titanic, and
LZ 129 Hindenburg.
And here is how I would've wrote the scene of Tenn Graneet in the Superlaser Fire Control (bad micro-fanfic alert):
The control systems within the Superlaser’s tomblike control booth were rudimentary, robust, and no thrills. The bank of dials, buttons, and levers at Tenn’s main firing station were surprisingly very quaint, and old fashioned for the enabler of the most godlessly complicated, and devastating WMD ever devised in the history of galactic civilization. He was mildly disappointed at the control set up, although the thought of all that unlimited firepower at the yank of a silver lever thrilled him, and Tenn seated himself inside a egg shaped technician chair, reaching out his arms to clasp at two of the control levers with his gauntleted hands. His black, glossy thumbs slowly rubbed the stumpy grey appendages in a rhythmic manner that was disconcerting…
that goes on over there, its not surprising at all that they spout the exact same crap.
