As I stood in the turbolift with the droid and the civilian human, I thought back to the events that led me to this moment.... not long ago we were celebrating the end of the Clone Wars. The Chancellor (now Emperor) , had proclaimed the beginning of a new type of galactic order. Half the planet seemed on edge; not entirely surprising given the monumental transition of power rippling outward into the galactic rim. Many worried that gran, rodians, and especially the humans were unjustly shifting the balance of power. But I, Cheepak Lo, assistant logistical attache to Oversecretary Blumpk, saw this new Galactic "Empire" as the first real business opportunity for our planetary corporation in ages. Most don't realize it, but my bright ideas are the reason for the oppression of my people.
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How stupid of me to drink so much fire-water that night; why did I ever tell my boss my bright idea to increase trade with this Empire. How was I to know the context of "empire" governments in the wider Galaxy? Within Sullust we'd only ever known of democracy and negotiation. My decisions helped lead my planet to officially back the Empire - what we couldn't know was that the Empire would force us to disband our numerous industry unions, terminate half the planet's employment without cause, and install a literal battalion of humans to oversee our internal operations.(edited)
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It's been a long time since that celebration. The rest of my people believe that the Oversecretary has long planned their enslavement; I know he's just an airheaded opportunist. I've spent plenty of time in deep shame over my naivete. I've left the caverns of my homeworld for the first time in my life. I don't know exactly where my future will take me now, but I know one thing - I must find some opportunity to liberate my people and correct my past wrongs.
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A JOLT of the lift brings my attention back to the present. The dull hum of the turbolift continued. That's right... I was sent instructions to board this ship on my way to meet brand new business associate. The first one I will make as a freelancer. Even someone who lost everything has to eat. The holonet instructions had been oddly specific, but then again, how am I to know what sort of job this is? All I know is, if this person needs to get something from here to somewhere else, I'm the ace that can get it done under the wire...