Renewed Vigor

[Datapad Log 115:]

"The Crim Empire. Here we go. After an infant career in the ISB during the last years of the Galactic Empire, I was lost. I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder. New Republic intelligence kept a close eye on the IDs leftover by the Empire's destruction, especially for those with occupations such as mine.

With the skills of a trained agent, I disappeared. For reasons undisclosed and for the protection of people I cared about, I will not mention (not even on my personal, passcoded datapad) who or where I disappeared to or with. But for those few years, in me grew a sense of loss. Everything our Empire stood for; Order, Peace, Control and Prosperity... News trickled in of the Rebellion's efforts to dismantle everything we had built. I could only describe my thoughts as hateful. 

I'd heard tell of the Imperial Consortium, of the Pentastar Alignment and their friction with the New Republic. I wanted to rejoin the cause, but neither of these factions truly offered what I sought. Then, an old informant of mine in Sith Space gave word of the Crim Empire and their movements. I put time into researching them, who worked for them, what they stood for. Now, on Dromund Kaas, I leave my quarters for my first operation as an agent for CrimSec, on a mission to Bimmisaari. More details when I arrive.

It's been years... I'm rusty, and an outsider, so they've given me a lower rank than I held before, but they mean well. The higher-ups at CrimSec respect my portfolio and have suggested a promising career. Whatever. If I can help the Crim Empire and stick it to the New Republic, I couldn't care less what rank I'm given.

Cane Tychas, signing off."