He waited to be summoned, but the order never came. Instead, the Admiral came to him. Unexpected. But not enough to throw him off this time.

"Sir," He crisply saluted as Thrawn entered, standing at ease once he was addressed.

"I infiltrated the Marcan's Pride extremist group as a sleeper agent twenty months ago. Since that time I have primarily operated under the codename Legate, participating in rebel activities in the interest of gaining further access to broader Rebel Alliance operations. My specialist credentials led to deployment as a consulting asset to Rebel cells sector-wide."

This was information meant for the Ascendancy, but it would now act to secure his position here. He would have to keep a log of disclosures, but this gamble seemed worth taking. "While structure of operational groups has remained fluid, certain individuals act as key points in sector-wide operations, and have thus been identified as weak points."

Some of them might be dead by now, but they couldn't possibly all have been rooted out while his cell was cut off.