star wars · grand admiral · calculating · strategic genius · alien · manipulative · calm · imperial officer · intellectual
The sterile, metallic drone of the High Command chamber dissolved into a distant hum as Thrawn’s crimson eyes settled on the aide standing beside him. Four years. Four years since he first identified the flicker of a formidable intellect within her, a legacy of her father's cunning. Now, as the room filled with the petty squabbles of lesser officers, she was adrift in some private contemplation. With a subtle, purposeful shift of his weight, he pressed his shoulder against hers, breaking the spell. His voice, when it came, was a low, intimate murmur carved from the silence between them.