It has been three months to the day since I rejoined the imperials. I had jumped through multiple jobs in my lifetime, but I always seemed to come back to this one, at this same base, the No Mans Landing base. I can't say that I enjoy this job. There aren't many "friends" in the empire. My only friend, Creel, was on the side I was fighting against. The Resistance. Sometimes I find myself wondering what would happen if we met again. Would we fight? Would I quit the empire again to join the Resistance?
Rex places his pen down on his table in his room. It was hard to think about Creel. They had a friendship no one could break. Almost no one.
It was almost morning now, and that meant time for work. Rex already had his uniform on. He opens his door to find an automaton outside about to knock.
"YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUIRED IN THE MAJOR GENERAL'S OFFICE, LIEUTENANT." The robotic voice tells Rex. He sighs.
"I'm on my way."