The Sith are idiots. That's it, they're just plain… idiots! Why the Empire gives them two credits worth of its time is above and beyond me. Why am I so upset?

I joined Imperial intelligence to guarantee I'd enjoy life mostly independently. I just simply do the work the Empire needs to get done that no one knows about. To that end, the Sith and I never talk. My company were fellow Ciphers, Watchers, and Keepers. That's it. Best of all, no moronic Sith butting in and telling us how to do our jobs. And that's how I liked it- serving the Empire without worrying about bullies, morons and fools.

This must be odd coming from a Sith Pureblood. After all, I'm a Sith in terms of genetics. Shouldn't I be one of the people I described? Most people guessed that the moment I walk in the room. Thankfully, the wonder didn't last very long. In fact, I rose to the title of Cipher 8 and became one of the Empire's most duplicit and mysterious double agents. How many visits to the Republic's side did I never make? How many of the Empire's traitors, and the Republic's best, did I make never exist at all? So many… I can't list them all on all my fingers and toes.

But of course the Sith did what they do best in his eyes: Fuck everything up! And no, I'm not talking about my fellow Purebloods. Purebloods are usually the smart ones. I'm talking the narcissistic morons that human for the most part running the Empire, and screwing everyone over. Their latest crime was disbanding Imperial Intelligence. That did three things. First, prove how unintelligent they are. Second, make the Empire vulernable when we're in a time of war! The Republic aint getting rid of the SIS, after all. Finally, they ditched me with no work. And no, let me stop you right there: I am not ditching my sniper rifle to join the fucking Korriban Academy! I'll remain unemployed and starve to death first.

So, I hope you now understand my frustrations. Thankfully, I did not spend them sitting on my ass. Instead, I went back to Vaiken space dock to try and find a new job. Bounty Hunting perhaps? It seems the Bounty Broker's Association never ceases to need new hands. Perhaps the Mandalorians could use another person in their ranks?

I was mulling over this when I entered the cantina. I thought I came at a good time, as another dancing company was trying to gain some clients here. Would I finally get a date tonight? I brief glance at the dancers, and me asking some of the people in charge a few questions resulted in a "no". It seems these organizations seem to assume that the only people who need eye candy are straight men or lesbian women- of which I am neither. Don't get me wrong, I love being manly and I like having women in my life, but I've never been drawn to the female gender of mine or any species in the romantic sense. Not that the dancing people care, as they never have male dancers. So the straight women and gay men are left sipping their drinks in the dust!

I couldn't help but get frustrated over the lack of male dancers, as it brought me back to where I was a few moments ago. Even though I like being me. I like breaking the norms and going against the crowd, I do get lonely. Occasionally I break down and have one night stands, like with the idiot Sormaro who's spying on the Republic side for us, but I really want something more than that. I let out a small sigh- First finding a job, and then the impossible task of finding a partner to share that job with? There is no end to the stress of life of an imperial agent, ex-agent or no.

As I muse over these things, I look up to see the Imperial News Network give announcements about the end of a rebellion Ilum. Apparently some Lord of the Fools decided to declare himself Emperor. I'm so glad no one called me and asked for my assistance, as I have better things to do then clean after some idiot Darth's messes.

But wait… Oh? Who is that pureblood on the screen? He's fairly tall, and less red skin than I. He's so handsome, I could see myself melting in his arms. But I bet a handsome man like him is probably with someone already, or he's probably straight. What is it with me and getting attracted to straight men, or ones that are already taken? Though it never hurt to fantasize a bit. I haven't been with someone in a while…

About an hour later, I returned to my ship to be greeted by HK-51. HK-51 is a present from one of the few Sith I respect and work under- Darth Noxturna. HK has been the best companion to date, and perfectly compatible with my work. On top of being sent to take out the right people, he does a superb job watching over my ship.

HK-51 greets me, "Salutations: Greetings, Master. I trust your time on Vaiken was quite productive."

I nodded at HK. The droid continued, "Statement: Darth Marr, one of the Dark Council is trying to get a hold of us. Should I patch him through?"

I nodded, and then checked in the mirror in my quarters to ensure I looked my best before heading to the commlink on the bridge. Darth Marr is not so bad. He's like Noxturna- smart and knows what is necessary to win battles. So, I make sure I look my best when I get a call from him. To make a long story short, I decided to help the Empire out by doing what Cipher 8 does best- infiltrate! The planet Makeb holds the key to the Empire's survival. Darth Marr made my day- I told you he wasn't all bad.

Perhaps if I do this for the Empire, perhaps the Sith will wake up and realize that the Empire needs Intelligence? This could be my resume towards getting my career back…

I look to HK-51, "You heard the Lord of the Sith, HK. Set a course to Makeb."