All a man can betray, is his conscience
Jorgo pushed open the door to his apartment on Coruscant, the force of which strained the hinges of that wooden portal, only to be slammed shut once again ensuing the tired Imperial's admission into the small room. Proceeding slowly over to the couch, he collapsed on his couch, and delighted as its soft essence affectionately comforted his exhausted body and soul. He would have been satisfied with losing consiouness right there, still outfited and slimy, such was his level of fatigue. But, of course, there was always something that would guerrentee that Jorgo could not get what he wanted. This day, that 'something' was two other Imperials waiting outside his door, knocking on it. The sound tore Jorgo's eyes open, and slowly he arose from his pseudo-sleep and lurched over to the door, albiet at the slowest pace he could and still migrating forward.
"So, gentlemen, come in, please," Jorgo said, trying to dregde up an odd amount of respect towards the two Imperial officers that he did not know by name, but recognized their faces from various boring meetings. "What brings you here, to my abode?"
The two walked in slowly and glaced around Jorgo's tidy residence. "Well, as you know, Mr. Mono, Corperal Allen and I were assigned weeks ago to find the suspected spy with in the Imperial ranks," Jorgo did not know that, but wasn't about to bring up his lack of knowlodge of other Imperial operations, "and our search could not have been more productive. Jorgo Mono, you are under arrest on the charge of treason to the Empire."
The proclamation by the investagator took a second to sink into Jorgo's mind. "Wha-What?! I have served the Empire faithfully since my return! I have done nothing that my supiorer's hadn't order of me!"
"Heh heh, I had hoped you would resist, less time in the court for us." Corperal Allen said, pulling a pistol from his holster.
The bolts of light followed Jorgo as he sprinted from his room and down the hall of his hotel. "Frak, Frak, Frak, Frak" The word just kept repeating
over and over in Jorgo's mind, the best word he could think of to describe his feelings toward the situation. He climbed the down the stairs to the ground
floor faster than he ever had before. Soon enough, he was in the hiding in the alley, praying that Allen and his friend had decided to go after Jorgo
themselves before informing their comrades of their false findings. A million questions were flying through his head, but only one thing mattered. Getting away
from the Empire. This was too much for the Courscant man to handle. This time he was willing to anything in the name of the Empire, and this is how they repay
him. Of course, there was always the possibility of a corrupt motive in his attackers actions and possibly the entirety of the Empire didn't think him a
traitor. Still, he had to get away, and he sat in the cold, dark alley, hidden from view, contemplating the events and how he would bypass them with his
life...
