The Circle.

In the days of my youth when I was learning more about the galaxy and life then I had ever learned to that point, I became a member of a unique organization called The Circle. It was lead by a man who I would eventually call friend, and who would eventually call me his replacement. My understanding of slavery, captivity, breaking, torture, interrogation jumped leaps and bounds beyond the realization of most within "civilized society". The Circle was the first place I had felt at home since the Academy. It was without a doubt, the place where I truly found my niche in life.

Through the efforts and teachings of the Commander, I had kept the Circle running for many years, until my ultimate dismissal from Imperial service. It wasn't long after I was released, I was replaced as the head of the Circle, and the Circle then fell to the rebels. Today, I embark to rebuild the Circle. Make no mistake, it is not a guild. It is an organization.

There is no leadership structure - there is only a leader. You do not apply to join, you are asked to join. The Circle is a group of allies that share resources, teachings, and techniques. It is also a safe place to trade fairly and evenly with other like minded individuals.

You don't leave the Circle, unless its in a body bag. The Circle depends completely upon privacy and secrecy. There is no other way.

What begins, will end. What ends, begins.

Just like the slaver's collar.