I got contacts in the empire. -

Before I was Le Bobo, I was Asset 724.

The Empire didn’t put me in a labor camp like the rest of my kin; they realized my mind was more valuable than my muscles. They locked me in a high-security 'Dark Room' on Kuat, a windowless bunker where I spent years cross-referencing logistics data for the Imperial Navy. I knew where every Star Destroyer was fueled, where every shipment of Tibanna gas was headed, and exactly how the Imperial machine breathed.

But a machine that relies on data is a machine that can be lied to.

I didn't escape with a thermal detonator or a stolen shuttle. I escaped with a keystroke. Over the course of two years, I performed a 'Great Erasure.' I slowly siphoned my existence out of their databases. I deleted my birth certificate, swapped my biometrics with a dead technician, and rerouted my own pay credits to a ghost account. By the time I walked out the front gates, the computers told the guards I didn't exist. I wasn't a prisoner—I was a ghost in their system.

I spent months in the sublevels of Coruscant, learning to move through the crowds without being seen and feeling the 'echoes' of where a stormtrooper would look before he even turned his head. I realized then that my luck wasn't just luck—it was something deeper, a sense that guided me through the dark.

When I finally found the Rebellion, I didn't offer them a blaster or a pilot’s license. I offered them the one thing the Empire fears most: a man they have no record of. I can walk through their doors, rewrite their protocols, and end a life before their sensors even register a heartbeat.

The Empire has a record of every ship and every credit in the galaxy. But they don't have a record of me. And that is why they’ll never see me coming.

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