Aight I gotta get this out of my brain because it's been plaguing me, but honestly imagine Kallus's story from the perspective of one Cumberlayne Aresko.
You've got this problem with a group of rebels stealing your supplies and harassing your troops, so your employers send a 'big tall scary agent guy' to figure out how to fix the problem, since your boss is away at a work meeting and didn't say when she'd be back.
The agent smiles and reassures you that it's not just a you problem and that he's there to help take care of it. You are immensely relieved by this, grateful for the assistance.
Except he fails at doing that.
The agent proceeds to call in even bigger, taller, scarier guys in to 'help'. You still don't know when your boss will be back.
And the agent STILL fails at catching the rebels. Repeatedly.
This gets you and your favorite coworker killed as an example. Not even as the main target, but as an annoyance to be shoved aside. You think your boss at least, while terrifying in her own right, wouldn't have beheaded you with a lightsaber.
The agent is traumatized by your death, not even because he was trying to help you, but because HE doesn't wanna be beheaded. Which is understandable, but still, that hurts.
Time passes, things happen, and now the agent has switched sides! He's actually joined the very same rebels he had told you he would catch! The audacity! You think maybe if he had done that sooner you might still have a head!
And to really frost the cake, he and his new friends attack the city, take over your workplace (you actually liked working there) and blow up your boss! (She definitely had it coming)
So yeah, somewhere in whatever realm dead people go in Star Wars is one very, very bitter Aresko
