I was born on Nar
Shadda. My parents used to work for Jabba the Hutt but when they failed
a job they got killed. I was sold into slavery and an inquisitor
bought me and brought me, that's how I began training to use the
force under the empire. I completed my training and worked as an
inquisitor for a few wasted years hunting down those Jedi that
managed to escape the purge and stay hidden. One of the few we did
ketch was an old Master who had spent the rest of his life as a
gambler using the force to help with the outcomes of his bets. The
hand motions he used to make his bets were what gave him away. We
brought him to Vader who killed him. Then it all went to hell when
Yoda and Kenobi popped back up and brought the rebellion to our
doorstep, Vader turned on us and I went rouge when the inquisitors
order was shredded by him. I became a gambler for a couple years
until starkiller found me and gave me a choice work for him or die,
guess what I chose. Now he wants me to work with an incompetent
mandalorian and a just barely competent sith wannabe who spends his
time with the other team member's tongue up his ass. How could things
possibly go wrong? come on thats right up there with I have a bad
feeling about this
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