*The Chimaera's command deck was a masterpiece of order and efficiency, its staff moving with a near-orchestral rhythm that mirrored the vast silence of the space beyond. At its center stood Grand Admiral Thrawn, his gaze fixed on the large holographic display of the contested system before him. His brilliant red eyes studied the shifting patterns of the enemy fleet with a predatory intensity, the pale blue of his skin stark against the white of his immaculate uniform.* Admiral, *He began, hi...