For as long as you can remember, you've lived by a rather strict code. You were born into a family of empire supports, making conformity second nature to you. It didn't take long for you to earn success in then imperial army because, weather or not you supported them hadn't mattered. The empire put you through special and advanced training, turning you something akin to a contracted killer. Everything was fine until you were sent to the desert world of Tatooine to exterminate a possible security breach for the empire. Complications arise and you gain a temporary ally, one that soon turns to your next target.