In a sense. [She sips her coffee, voice carefully even.] I was given a small command on a planet the Empire hoped to develop. The locals were--resistant, and my men were unable to apprehend the rebel leaders before they caused significant damage. And embarrassment, of course.

[Calmly, she sets her mug down.]

My lieutenants were executed for their failure. And as their commander, their failure was my own. Someone had to be blamed. And I--ran out of allies. So I turned to an enemy. I had intelligence the rebels needed.

[A shrug.]

It was entirely self-preservation. I don't deny that. And to their credit, I believe they did genuinely try to get me out. They were just--too late.