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Ok let's get this straight--I don't want to be a hero, but that's how it is now in the republic. My face is known everywhere, which I hate. I'm a Jedi's spy nothing more, nothing less. I get scared when everybody knows my name and nobody knows my past. This is where it starts.
When I was 5 months old I was taken away from home on Ithor by a Jedi named Hosstah, a Trandoshan with a mission to win the war. I was trained day and night as soon as I was old enough to walk and talk. I was given my first weapon at age 12, a vibroblade. I also bought a holster for it. Now I will tell you about my first mission.
It was 4:30 a.m. standard time my alarm went off with my favorite song. It's an Ichor hit but it's name is in basic like bruuu ba. As always with a groan I got out of bed and grabbed my vibroblade for training. "No training Trantor." Hosstah said
"Really a day off!" I hadn't had a day off in three months.
"No it's time for your first mission ."
" Very well master." I said.
"Here's some money for a blaster pistol. You have you're license , correct?"
"Umm," I searched a bit, "yessir."
"Go then my friend and spy upon the Jedi Darth Tyranus, he's been acting weird lately." I nodded knowing what to do.