Cauil's Log Of the Evening of Capture

I had to take a public transport from Naboo all the way out to the dusty planet Tatooine today, and I think it helped shape my foul mood. I have not been back to Tatooine since the early days of my Imperial career, and with good reason, the place is horrible. If it had been left to me, Tatooine would have made an excellent location to demonstrate the power of the Empire's Death Star.

I always feel out of place without my uniform, but perhaps I have grown too accustomed to the political life of a higher-ranking Imperial officer and forgotten what the military is all about. It is in fact due to the failures of other Imperial agents that led to me being tasked to head up this assignment personally. I have to succeed today; I know what happens to men who return to tell the Emperor they have failed.

When I arrived in Mos Eisley I found the two men I had selected for this assignment already waiting for me. Deomo, a Bounty Hunter of no small skill, and Lao, an old friend. I spared only a few minutes to brief them on the plan and together we descended on the Mos Eisley Medical Center where an informant had suggested the principle Mark might be found. It turns out the tip was good, looks like I will keep him around a little longer.

Among the numerous bystanders stood Brem, clearly protective of the Mark, Kimbrya. Intelligence had reported him to be a Bounty Hunter and a man not to be taken lightly, so the orders I gave were to kill him first. He fought well, but of course there is no matching decades of experience and expert Imperial training.

Kimbrya tried to escape, of course. She was caught easily enough. Interestingly we found a tracking device on her, but it was not hidden well and I had brought a transmission jammer just in case. The captain of the local transport off the planet and back to Naboo did his job well also, I guess I will have to make sure to give him a good write up in his report. Maybe even single him out for promotion.

Although I was worried an attempt to retrieve our then bound cargo might prove difficult to overcome, the walk to the Emperor's Retreat proved mostly uneventful. We had to only put down criminals who had no idea who they were attacking and sporadically hostile wildlife.
After leaving Kimbrya in the care of the Imperial Inquisitor, a man I had personally worked for in my earlier years I could not help but feel a twinge of sadness. I know what was happening had to be done, and my loyalty to the Emperor is as always unwavering. But why do young people still throw their lives away defying the Empire. Oh well, one more ghost to haunt my sleep. There's so many of them now.

I still wish I knew more about why a silly girl was of such importance to the Empire. Maybe I'll do some more asking around. What good is it to be a Colonel in the Imperial Security Bureau if you can't use the privileges accorded your rank from time to time?

Signed: Cauil