Piett's Storyline - The Living Dead

Operative Nyx Reporting

Using the coordinates I obtained from the hallucinagenic Kiffar drink that Corden and I consumed the night before, Lt. Bryce Walker and I located a small Rebel outpost.  Stunning the Rebels on-site and disabling the droids, we entered the premises.  I managed to locate another set of coords in the computer and we headed over to the cloning room in the back.  It was there I nearly lost it as I saw the cloned bodies of the Admiral and Commander Brisard.  I stood next to one tube and saw the cloned body of the Admiral, and I was so upset.  I love him so much, and he's been so busy lately, I kind of wanted that clone to wake up and be him.  I placed my forehead against the glass, touching it gently, completely unaware that an active Piett clone (@clone_piett) entered the room.  For some reason, it knew that Piett and I were having a relationship.  I began shaking uncontrollably, and asked Lt. Walker to handle the clone, at which time he dispatched of it.  It was strange.  I so wanted to see the Admiral again, and my heart jumped at the thought of this being Piett, but I knew that it could never be the man I love. 

We exited at which time I detonated the explosives we routed throughout the chamber, just as the Rebels were converging on the location.  It is true, the cloning operation is viable and there are active Piett clones running around.  I have to end this, but regardless of how many cloning stations I blow up, unless I can stop it at the highest echelons, my work will be a cat and mouse game.  I need to find out who within the Rebellion would resort to using cloned humans to do their dirty work, and I need to stop it.  Captain Ka'Tal was only a small component to this all. 

We made it back to the Executor without further problems.  Lt. Walker asked me what I felt about seeing Piett, and I said it was like looking at the living dead.  It really was, because it was him and yet it was not.  None the less, I thoroughly enjoyed my stolen Imperial spy regalia, and totally wore it throughout the halls.  I think the stormtroopers were impressed, or maybe I just made that suit look pretty darned good, but I felt myself swelling with pride.  No Force powers? Yeah, that sucks.  Having stormtroopers check me out with a mixed reaction of awe and lust, yeah, that's kind of priceless.  I'm probably going to hang onto this uniform while I'm on board.