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The hard part though was sneaking into his quarters and doing some casual snooping, finding a toothpick tin with his old squad’s names carved into it was one of the most interesting finds but the thing you found yourself wanting a copy of was a baby clone squad picture. Searching through records and breaking some seals was the easiest part, you found a bunch on his old clone squadron. It didn’t surprise you then when your coworkers began to bitch about him to you - seems he was rather disliked and you found it understandable, but it was your job to be inherently curious so you did some digging. You had stood there for a few moments thinking of your worst missions to calm yourself down before continuing to your meeting spot. In a rasped voice and solidifying the point by pressing the nozzle of the gun further into your throat before returning to the meeting at hand. It wasn’t til he spoke, not an apology you should care to mention but you’d expected that, that you had realized it was him and he was releasing you after saying, The next thing you knew, you were pressed back against the wall with a muzzle of a hand-held blaster at your throat and you were staring down a visor. Had to slide past him and accidentally grazed his lower back with your hand. The second time through? Now that’s a core memory. Your first conversation with the man ended up with him matching out the room after you complimented the tattoo on his face - a simple thing, but you had watched as his shoulders tensed. Though this never really stopped you from enjoying the small amount of time you were together teasing him and throwing him through the metaphysical and physical ringer became quite a pleasant game for you. Though, this little policy had failed to go in-depth ( mention, actually ) your new wingman - a fiercely loyal enhanced clone named Crosshair who had a weird hang-up about rarely ever being in the same room as you unless it was work-related. Integrating yourself into clone groups to see if they were still loyal, rubbing shoulders with rebellion leaders and possible traitors of the Emperor. A simple for-hire spy whose current contract has you working on an Empire-only policy with everyone’s name on the chopping block includes the usual senators, business owners, and average bounty hunters but also included Empire specials.

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Not the usual perks of free medical treatment or paid leave but it does mean you are almost impervious to all forms of physical entrapment as the Empire is willing to pay for vital resources. Working for the Empire had perks, a well-known fact to all who served it, openly or not.