(Contains Imperial Agent storyline spoilers for SWTOR)
My past is locked in the recesses of the dismantled Imperial Intelligence headquarters on Drommund Kaas. If you were a good hunter, perhaps you could learn who I was. But assume then, that I would hunt you down and I would kill you, as I have done with others before you. I am nothing if not persistent. It would be best for you to simply know that I am anyone I need to be to fulfill my duties to the Empire, and I will do what I must to get the job done. I am Cipher Nine.
Darth Jadus tried to sway me with typical Force bravado at first, promises of power later. I have no connection to the Force, but I have been trained in torture resistance. When that fails me, my desire to see the Sith removed from political affairs keeps me on the path I have chosen. It caused me obvious issues with Intelligence and the Dark Council, but my skills and results have spoken louder than my bias.
I played the Dark Council’s games where it suited me or where Intelligence gave me no choice, but I will never bow to a pompous set of fool who’s only goal is to advance their individual notoriety amongst people they don’t even consider to be their peers, much less their equals. Victory is not a mere body count. No, Jadus, I never once considered joining you. I know the cost of my decision; it will weigh on me eternally, but there was no alternative.
I will offer you this secret and admit to this temptation: Hunter. Our desires were not far apart and ... he... knew this. Did he wish to sway me? Of course he did. Did I wish to be swayed...?
The Minister admonished me for my decision regarding the Star Cabal data, but he does not know what went on there. He does know that I have served Imperial Intelligence loyally and well and, after what he allowed the Dark Council to have done to me, I owe him nothing. To give him some credit, he is resigned to whatever fate the Dark Council throws upon him, even if it means his death. But Keeper. She who watched me in my darkest hours and sent me to even darker ones. I suspect she knows the truth. She knows I would not have gone so far to find the Star Cabal and to find Hunter, only to spitefully destroy that information just to keep it from the Sith. She knows that SCORPIO was with me and I suspect she knows what SCORPIO is capable of...
Which brings me to Watcher X. I have not heard from him since he helped free my mind, but I am certain he is still around. Part of Kaliyo hates me for allowing him to go free. She assumes, based on his words, that it was because I wanted information on her, but that is so far from the truth (though he did keep his word to provide me details of her past). Perhaps part of me was soft – not wanting to destroy something that I could very well become. Or, perhaps I, like Imperial Intelligence, know that creating people like us who know and do what we do is dangerous, but destroying us is more so. Whatever my motivations, they proved sound thus far.
For the time being, they all stay, but I am an Imperial Agent. That title may hold no more meaning in the known, or unknown universe, but for me, it holds the only meaning that has kept me alive thus far:
Trust no one.