The factthat the late Emperor had seen fit to make Thrawn one of his twelve Grand Admirals was evidence of hisown confidence in the man-all the more so given Thrawn's not entirely-human heritage and theEmperor's well-known prejudices in sub matters. He hadn't spoken or moved from that position since the last of the ground forces had reported in,and Pellaeon could tell the bridge crew was beginning to get restless.įor his own part, Pellaeon had long since stopped trying to second-guess Thrawn's actions. Slowly, feeling almost furtive about it, Pellaeon turned his head a couple of centimeters to the side.Behind him and to his right, Grand Admiral Thrawn was seated at his command station, his blue-skinnedface expressionless, his glowing red eyes focused on the bank of status readouts wrapped around hischair. All that was missing now was the order to attack.
Ten minutes ago,the ground forces surrounding the target had reported themselves ready theChimaera itself had beenholding blockade position for nearly an hour. Standing at one of the side bridge viewports of the Imperial Star DestroyerChimaera, Captain Pellaeonwatched as the fuzzy terminator line crept toward the target zone on the planet below.
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