Agent Kallus looked out over Capital City as the sun set. Hunting down the source of the Rebels on the planet had been harder than he thought, and ever since coming to the Lothal system this had been his first real failure as an Imperial Agent. He sighed, stroking his clean shaven chin, as his other hand swirled the imported Alderaan Blood Wine that Minister Tua had poured him. He had taken a lot of effort in maintaining his mutton chops, keeping them just within the limits Imperial Agents were allowed. He considered them to be his finest feature, his one concession to independence in an organization that demanded his total obedience.
