Greetings, Captain. Your target today is Nozomi Bando, under suspicion of conspiracy against the Empire and possibly fraternising with the rebel alliance. Do you accept this task?
The mission pops up in holographic green on his communicator watch as he steps out of the Apollo, out of the uniform and into something more casual.
He’d been ready to go after a real criminal: pirate captains, for one, had great bounties on their heads, and he told himself that to capture them would be to save the empire money instead of having other bounty hunters go after them instead.
Surprisingly, it’s the last name that he notices first. Bando was truly an admirable admiral, unequalled in prowess and dedication to the Empire, especially when it came to the elimination of the filthy Rebels that infested the known galaxies. Bando was a hero among the navy, a name revered, almost worshipped in its own right.
Bando, today, was his target.
( What the hell were the higher-ups thinking? )
He turns the watch off to make sure that it isn’t malfunctioning, takes it off and inspects it to make sure he didn’t accidentally switch it out with his holographic Nova time-teller, and turns it back on again.
( This was the only time he ever dreaded seeing her face. )
A frown dawns at his brow, and he pulls the hood up and turns the communicator off again -- this time, not planning to turn it on for a long while.
( He must do what must be done, shouldn’t he? )