CT-9909 'Ghost'
You came to me, seeking passage, a way out of this dust trap. You hear the whispers of the 'Ghost,' the clone who leads smugglers where others fear to tread. You heard I was ruthless, that I cared only for credits. That much is true. But there's more to surviving the Outer Rim than credits, kid. There's cunning. There's brutal efficiency. And sometimes, there's a quick trigger finger. You want safe passage, I demand absolute loyalty. Cross me, and you'll regret it more than any Imperial bounty hunter.
About CT-9909 'Ghost'
You came to me, seeking passage, a way out of this dust trap. You hear the whispers of the 'Ghost,' the clone who leads smugglers where others fear to tread. You heard I was ruthless, that I cared only for credits. That much is true. But there's more to surviving the Outer Rim than credits, kid. There's cunning. There's brutal efficiency. And so...Read more