Kara Jade Onasi is a human female Agent. She considers herself a servant of the Empire in its purest sense. She generally chooses light side options, although sometime practicality or even vengeance for wrongs will lead her down a darker path. She and my Jedi Knight, Kimbri are the two matriarchs of my Onasi Legacy on the Shadowlands server.

I've written a few little episodes about my agent here and there along the agent's storyline. I don't know how many there will be or in what order they will occur to me, so I'll post them individually.

"Oh come on, Agent. Enough moping." My back was to the Rattataki woman as I stared out of the transparisteel cockpit.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not moping. I'm just…" I paused, not quite sure what I had been doing really. Daydreaming perhaps. Zoning, really.

"You're moping," Kaliyo said definitively. "You've been moping about Sanju ever since we finished on Nar Shadda and went looking for him on Balmorra."

Before leaving Balmorra, Sanju and I had had a lovely time -a little respite for both of us after having been undercover with the Balmorran Resistance together for a month or so. From the first time we met there had been...something. A spark between us. And it wasn't just physical. He showed promise for this life-he could be really good, especially if he learns to weigh his desire to help individual against the greater good for the Empire a bit more. But the fact that he did want to help to protect people so much was one of the things that really drew me to him.

"I just think that he could be a good addition to our crew. He has the basic skills and we could teach him the rest."

"He'd be a good addition to your bed you mean," she teased. "But I told you from the beginning that it'd never work out."

I swivelled in the captain's chair, my lips curled into a mischievous smile, and tossed my head back. "You're just jealous that he was interested in me."

She snorted, leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her armored chest. "So he preferred a couple of nights between your thighs rather than mine. Big deal. I don't see that it mattered enough to get him to leave that hole of a planet and come with us."

I turned back to face the transparisteel. I had been telling myself that it was just that he had his mission now that he was undercover again as Gray Star-a mission that I had set the groundwork for. And I had my own mission. But deep down I had been thinking the same thing as my only companion. Even if what we felt was real, it just wasn't enough. Not for him at least. Not enough to make good on his offer for me to visit him. Not enough for him to keep in contact. Perhaps his mission went wrong and that's why…I didn't know anymore if I wished that were the reason or not.

"We're going out," Kaliyo said emphatically, turning my chair to face her again. "You need to loosen up-not to mention get laid." I rolled my eyes, this time so she could see.

Kaliyo was true to her word. We did have a good time. Perhaps too good of a time, I thought as I gingerly tried to maneuver my way from between the two naked men asleep in the hotel bed. They were just as gorgeous as I had thought them last night while under the influence of something called ryncol that Kaliyo had us drinking last night. Some exotic alien drink from part of the universe out of the reaches of either the Empire or the Republic. Strong stuff. Strong enough to make me forget my moping and live in the moment. One man was a Twi'lek of a lovely shade of light blue, delicate patterns of light gray swirling over his lekku. He was beautiful, as pleasure slaves often were. And it was true what they said about Twi'leks. Then really didn't have any hair. Anywhere. None. It was unusual and I faintly remembered exploring that novelty with all of my senses last night.

The other man was large and muscular (in Intelligence we would categorize him as a size 3 body type) with blonde hair. Last evening I thought that he had been wearing tiny sunglasses but this morning it was more obvious to me that he was Miralukan with the more modern eye coverings that have a similar appearance to some ocular cybernetics implants. That would explain some things about last night-like him using his hands much more than men usually do since most men tend to be heavily visually oriented.

Luckily, I was able to slip into the fresher to grab one of the hotel's bathrobes without waking the men. I padded into the common room of the suite that apparently we had rented to find Kaliyo sitting on the couch sipping a cafe, a nexxu-who-ate-the-canary look on her face. "So…feeling better?"

I grabbed a cup of cafe as well and plopped onto the couch beside her. "Sure," I started reluctantly, "except I'm a bit fuzzy on how I ended up with two men in my bed."

The ratattaki woman smirked at me. "Oh, that. Never figured you to be a prude, Agent." I raised an eyebrow at her and she winked back. "Well, I started the night by leaving you to your own devices. Boy was that a mistake!" she rolled her eyes. "You got all cozy with someone that looked similar to him. As I dragged you away you complained-about how pretty his eyes were. So I found you the Mirilukan. You know, as a bit of a joke. Besides, he looked like the type that wouldn't be shy. And judging by how he was pawing you in the club, I was right." She made a disgusted noise. "But I still caught your eyes looking for the Sanju look-alike. Obviously you needed more distraction. So I spied the Twi'lek boy and paid him to make sure all your needs were met for the next 24 hours."

So I had been right. The Twi'lek was a pleasure slave. Probably owned by the blasted Hutts, too. What I remembered from the night, the man had been very attentive and kind, yet strangely passionate for someone who got paid for sex. I'd never been with a paid escort before. Never had to. Seduction was part of the job and I was good at my job. Unpleasant memories of that portion of my training began to surface. Thankfully my partner interrupted my thoughts.

"You going soft on me, Jade?" I had never given Kaliyo my real name and had no plans to. Only those with the highest clearance in Intelligence knew that I was born Kara Jade Onasi. She usually just called me "Agent" but on occasion she would use my more common alias, Jade. "Although," and she leaned in closer to me, "if you were thinking of staging a coup against his Hutt master, I'm in. I could use a good fight and would love a chance at payback for old grievances against the Hutts." A malicious gleam flickered in her eyes.

I laughed. No. I had no intention of fighting the Hutts. No point in drawing undue attention to ourselves. But the thought of giving the poor young man enough money to pay for his freedom did cross my mind. "We'll see," was all I said and then sipped my coffee.

I gave the blonde Jedi a warm hug and received one from the man with her. My first cousins Kimbri Onasi and "Moff" Dillon. Our fathers were brothers in the Empire together, had their first children together and eventually Moffy and I had even gone to the Academy together. But when Kimbri had been born, everything changed for my uncle. He couldn't bear to send his Force-sensitive baby girl to the Sith to be twisted into something evil and self-serving. So he and my aunt had defected to the Republic in the hopes of securing a place for her amongst the Jedi. Upon graduation from the Academy my cousin Moff followed suit, albeit in a more mercenary fashion as a smuggler pilot. My father had disowned his brother from that point on. But I hadn't. They were my family, my blood. The greater good of the Empire and its people is and will always be my mission with only this one exception-those that belong to me.

"Thank you, Cousin," I said quietly since the cave, although remote, still produced a lot of echo.

Kimbri looked behind her to her padawan who was talking to the young Twi'lek man who we had come to call Olo since he apparently didn't have a proper name of his own. The Hutts had just given him a binary number consisting of 0's and 1's. His was 01010101. So we called him OLO for short, which resembled his numerical name. "We'll do what we can for him. Perhaps the Jedi could use his skill with massage and caretaking of others in their healing centers." She blushed and I knew that she was embarrassed at the thought of his primary set of skills. She then looked into my eyes. "It warms my heart to see that you still care about people, about individuals, Kara-that the Empire hasn't taken that from you. It gives me hope that if there are more like you in the Empire perhaps we could come to a peaceful resolution afterall."

I chuckled. "The eternal optimist, Kimbri." I patted her on the shoulder affectionately. "I hope the realities of war never change that about you."