Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs. Slightly AU setting, follows the Legends continuity (cause screw Disney). Takes place shortly before and after the Battle of Yavin (aka Episode IV).

Rating: T (mostly)

This one will always look out for himself. If you're smart, then you'll do the same.

The Imperial shuttle touched down on the secondary landing pad of the small base, the cold mist parting around the ship. The official onboard wrung his hands repeatedly, his nervousness overcoming his training in hiding his emotions. Cholganna was not a hospitable place, with its cold temperatures, lack of civilization and dangerous predators. But that was not the reason he was overcome with nervousness. It was the one he had to meet that set him on edge.

He heard the shuttle door open, and stood up, hoping to get this ordeal over with fast. His stormtrooper detail followed him, sweeping the area with their E-11s. One could never be too careful, especially when meeting with a Force-user. They marched towards the door, which opened to reveal a male Chiss, dressed like a bounty hunter, his hand resting on his pistol.

"State your business Imp," He barked at them, causing the official to ball his fists in anger. Clearing his throat, he replied "I am here on the Emperor's orders. He has a mission for the assassin."

"You, follow me." The Chiss gruffly replied, pointing at him, "Leave your plastic men here," gesturing to the stormtroopers behind him.

Scowling, the official complied, gesturing for the stormtroopers to guard the ship before turning and following the Chiss into the base. The hallway opened into a large communal room, with four smaller doors leading to what the offical assumed to be personal rooms. Seated at the table were two figures, one on each end. The first, seated on the left, was a female Mandalorian who seemed to be more concerned with her holotablet than him. On the right sat a Verpine, a rare sight for the Imperial. He tensed slightly as the insectoid looked at him, before returning its attention to the disassembled DH-X blaster rifle in front of it.

However, his attention soon turned to the one in the middle, and he was gripped by fear. There sat the assassin himself. A Barabel, dressed in armoured black robes, he exuded power and strength, almost daring the Imperial to challenge him. "You have a mission for this one, yes?" He asked, his reptilian voice rasping slightly. The Imperial then noticed that his robotic eye has never moved away from the door, as if he could see through it.

"Yes, I do," he replied, producing a holotablet and tossing it across the table. "Your target is a Zabrak, goes by the name Demara. He is currently on the planet Kuat, and is supposedly a force-sensitive. You are to eliminate him at all costs."

The Barabel snatched the holotablet off the table, quickly reading through it before replying. "Yes, this one will do it. This one will depart tomorrow."

"I must insist that he be eliminated tod-" He tried to argue before he was cut off by the assassin. "It will be completed it soon enough, but this one will not take orders from a lowly official such as you!" He yelled, voice clearly challenging him to respond. Gulping past the lump in his throat, he quickly began to apologize, "I am sorr-" Only to be interrupted by a vibroknife thrown at his head, hitting the wall mere centimeters from his head. The assassin now stood, his face marred by pure rage.

"This one will give one warning," he snarled, his rows of sharp teeth exposed. "Leave this place now, and never dare to apologize to this one again, or the next thing thrown at you will be more deadly," he finished, a fire burning in his single eye, hand on his pistol. The official quickly scampered out of the base and onto his ship, resolving to never take a job in the same system as Cholganna again.