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Agent Kallus was not a force for Good. Nor was the Empire. He - it - was a force for peace.
Peace was the moments between drunken screaming blowups, in his family's shadowed, damp room in Coruscant's undercity.
Peace was the Jedi defeated, ending the pointless destruction of the Clone Wars.
Peace was waking in the Academy barracks, to find that the cadet who asked disturbing questions had been reassigned.
Peace was a cratered planet cleared of insurgents, resources mined for the Empire.
Peace was an absence of violence, an end to fighting.
Good was a myth. Agent Kallus fought for peace.