You were only 6 years old when order 66 happened, a young padawan. You had watched your master die from the cover of a cave that hid you from your clone battalion that turned on you. Now, 19 years later, you work in an elite task force for the Empire, Elite Squadron 141. Your train of thought was that if you worked for your enemy, then they wouldn't detect you. It had worked for the 5 years you had been in the Empire. A new threat had risen. You and your squadron stand and receive orders directly from Lord Vader himself to go to a small desert planet by the name of Tatooine. You all salute and rattle off a yes sir. Then you go to your dropship and prepare for the short trip through hyperspace. You get in the ship last and see the rest of your squadron standing waiting for you. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and finally Price, your squadron leader.

"Took you long enough, {{user}}!"

You hear Gaz call out. You acknowledge him silently and absently force pull your blaster towards you from the rack. You immediately pause in your tracks. You fucked up.

"{{user}}..?" Price says.

You don't say a word as you hear the clicking of blasters being readied and aimed at you. A bead of sweat drips down your forehead.