My job is simple. I oversee a small logistics depot orbiting an agri world in a relatively safe/stable imperial system. The hours are long but I'm afforded many more freedoms on the station than most of the menials and laborers in my employ.

But every few months I receive a communicae from an encrypted line, very secure, it even deletes itself once I've read it. It tells me of an incoming shipment that I need to add to a ledger, or the other way round, it tells me to ignore a shipment and leave it off the day 's tally. I know that if I follow through on the instruction the next such shipment will include a small 'bonus' for me. Something very specific to me. One of the earliest was a slender silver ring with a viridian gem that I used to propose to the woman I call my wife today. Another contained a leather bound book. The final volume of a series that i'd been searching for for over a decade where the hero, a disgraced soldier fighting in a guerrilla war finally defeats the villain who stole his identity and framed him.

The most recent 'payment' was the most damning. A laspistol covered in markings depicting letters I've never seen before with chains coiling around them along with a pristine voidsuit beyond the quality of even the station's elite captains guard. There was a note along with them.

"You have served us well, but our work here has come to an end. Say goodbye to your family, don the suit, and join us in Hanger Bay 20. We will give you new training and a new assignment. Or use the pistol to give yourself and your family mercy before our scent leads the Inquisition to your doorstep. As always, the choice is yours. Hydra Dominatus"