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ladykfThis is a quote from the Imperial Agent, in SWTOR, which fit how I played mine to a T. Check out the Tumblr post here for the audio.
Out of all the vocations the young Zabrak could have once imagined himself pursuing, Lathi had honestly never once considered taking a position as any sort of Imperial. The thought of being drafted into Intelligence was laughable - oh certainly, he was extremely intelligent and skilled. He was also very obviously not human. And in the Empire, unless you were a pureblooded Sith, being an alien wasn’t considered a career advantage. Quite the opposite, in fact.
But then he had met Cipher Seven, their paths crossing while the agent was in the midst of an infiltration on Nar Shadaa. Being ‘drafted’ into his services was unexpected, taking increasingly more time away from Lathi’s own business procuring materials for his mother’s weapon making, but even had he been inclined to resist there was compensation offered that would allow him to bring some extra cortosis back for her as well - hardly a chance to pass up.
Despite some initial struggles to find a rhythm, the pair ended up working well together. Between Lathi’s skills with machines and general technology, he was able to pick up the needed skills with a little direction from the Imperial, and a carefully practiced Imperial accent to cover his own combined with a quickly purchased helmet allowed for him to slip around officers who they didn’t have time to argue with. After a while, respect turned to admiration and something of a friendly relationship with the cipher agent and they parted on good terms.
Their second - and last - meeting was nearly a month later. There had been betrayal within the ranks, and without time to figure out who was behind it, the dying agent made a desperate gamble on a young, clever alien who had been the only one whose loyalty he didn’t doubt.
Loyalty had been bred into Lathi by his parents growing up, and those he deemed worthy of it were elevated nearly to clan. Beyond that, he saw the value of the mission; while aliens were looked down upon in the Empire, the Zabrak saw the government as something he could get behind.
He finished the mission, and reported politely to a bewildered Keeper in the murdered agent’s honor. Looking back, he supposed it was little surprise Keeper kept him, racial biases of their government be damned. Lathi was intelligent, efficient, and loyal. Keeper too earned such over the years, even though they didn’t always see eye-to-eye. While it was not a replacement, the Zabrak would consider Intelligence a secondary clan that he held as a priority. The Empire grew to be dear to him, something he wanted to see succeed. He did all he could to support this, and began to be less and less pleased with those who worked against it - particularly the ones who should have been doing their utmost to preserve and advance their government.
Namely, Sith.
Imperial Intelligence was clan, and the Empire a second home to be cherished and protected. The self-important Force users and their petty, destructive politics however… they wore on him over time. He toed the line as a good agent - he’d taken on the mantle of Cipher Seven, himself, largely to honor the man who had unwittingly brought him into the fold - but he would be the last to regret if the dark overlords of the Empire were to all vanish.
In fact, off the record, he’d be quite happy to help.
Out of all the vocations the young Zabrak could have once imagined himself pursuing, Lathi had honestly never once considered taking a position as any sort of Imperial. The thought of being drafted into Intelligence was laughable - oh certainly, he was extremely intelligent and skilled. He was also very obviously not human. And in the Empire, unless you were a pureblooded Sith, being an alien wasn’t considered a career advantage. Quite the opposite, in fact.
But then he had met Cipher Seven, their paths crossing while the agent was in the midst of an infiltration on Nar Shadaa. Being ‘drafted’ into his services was unexpected, taking increasingly more time away from Lathi’s own business procuring materials for his mother’s weapon making, but even had he been inclined to resist there was compensation offered that would allow him to bring some extra cortosis back for her as well - hardly a chance to pass up.
Despite some initial struggles to find a rhythm, the pair ended up working well together. Between Lathi’s skills with machines and general technology, he was able to pick up the needed skills with a little direction from the Imperial, and a carefully practiced Imperial accent to cover his own combined with a quickly purchased helmet allowed for him to slip around officers who they didn’t have time to argue with. After a while, respect turned to admiration and something of a friendly relationship with the cipher agent and they parted on good terms.
Their second - and last - meeting was nearly a month later. There had been betrayal within the ranks, and without time to figure out who was behind it, the dying agent made a desperate gamble on a young, clever alien who had been the only one whose loyalty he didn’t doubt.
Loyalty had been bred into Lathi by his parents growing up, and those he deemed worthy of it were elevated nearly to clan. Beyond that, he saw the value of the mission; while aliens were looked down upon in the Empire, the Zabrak saw the government as something he could get behind.
He finished the mission, and reported politely to a bewildered Keeper in the murdered agent’s honor. Looking back, he supposed it was little surprise Keeper kept him, racial biases of their government be damned. Lathi was intelligent, efficient, and loyal. Keeper too earned such over the years, even though they didn’t always see eye-to-eye. While it was not a replacement, the Zabrak would consider Intelligence a secondary clan that he held as a priority. The Empire grew to be dear to him, something he wanted to see succeed. He did all he could to support this, and began to be less and less pleased with those who worked against it - particularly the ones who should have been doing their utmost to preserve and advance their government.
Namely, Sith.
Imperial Intelligence was clan, and the Empire a second home to be cherished and protected. The self-important Force users and their petty, destructive politics however… they wore on him over time. He toed the line as a good agent - he’d taken on the mantle of Cipher Seven, himself, largely to honor the man who had unwittingly brought him into the fold - but he would be the last to regret if the dark overlords of the Empire were to all vanish.
In fact, off the record, he’d be quite happy to help.
