Chapter 3
"Come in." a voice replied to his request. And he entered a bit frightened of what he saw.
The room was softly lighten, dominated by a copy of the admirals chair from the bridge, nearby alcoves were filled with various hologramatic statues. Several circles of art samples hovered around the chair.
The art appeared… aggressive, violent, like it is expressing a rage that was old several milennia.
He slowly walked closer to the chair, wondering if this intrusion in Thrawn's chambers was wise. When he stopped, the admiral's cool voice spoke: "Yes, captain?"
"Admiral, we have reached Iridonia. What are your orders?" said Cayel.
"Scan the planet for any traces of technology or intelligent life, though i doubt you shall find any."
After a brief silence, Thrawn continued
"Also, send a detachment of stormtroopers down there, and some technicians to take some soil samples."
"Understood Admiral."
"If that is all captain…."
A clear dismiss. Cayel still had doubts that this was Thrawn, but now all of them melted like ice on the sun now. This was Thrawn indeed.
"Yes sir. If you need me i will be on the bridge."
After captain Cayel exited the room, Thrawn flipped a switch on his chair, activating the comm.
"Intelligence, see if there are any convoys with minimal or no escort within four hours of hyperspace travel."
The Intelligence officer acknowledged, and deactivated the comm.
Again, with a flick of the switch all the art dissapeared, shortly to be replaced by other art. Thrawn started his analysis with a smile on his face.
Cayel walked out of the Admiral's chamber, then headed towards the main tech's office.
The tech was a man with deep green eyes, having the look of a man who is at peace.
"Greetings captain. Have a seat."
Cayel dropped in the seat with a grunt.
"How may I help you sir?"
"Did you analyze the black box from the admiral's shuttle?"
"Yes. It seems that this man is indeed Grand Admiral Thrawn, the man who came with him behaved like a subordinate."
"Can the black box info be altered?"
"Yes, if you know how to. Counting the days since that order arrived, plus the days needed for us and them to arrive, and plus the fact that there is no magnetic traces on the black box which always remain after altering the black box, I would say that this is the admiral."
"Hmm." Cayel said and slowly raised from his chair. "Thank you, Greg."
"My pleasure sir."
With a nodd Cayel exited the room, suddenly afraid that he was wrong about Thrawn. Yet, a shiver of delight ran through him at the feeling that Thrawn will win this time and the Empire will be rebuilt.
His train of thoughts was interuppted by major Kowes.
"Yes major?"
Kowes automaticly saluted, revealing that he was a soldier against all Cayel's doubts.
"Do you have any starfighters sir?"
"Not anymore major."
"A shame sir."
"Yes, a greater shame for the pilots that were flying them."
"Can you get any fighters?"
"I dont want to lose more men major."
"I need only one starfighter, I can hand out enough damage to make any rebel we encounter sorry he ever messed with us."
"Really major. We shall see. If we can,we will shurely get one for you."
"Thank you sir!"
"Dismiss."
Kowes saluted and turned on his heel, slowly but firmly pacing toward his quaters.
iPerhaps you can, we shall see/i. Thought Cayel.
"Come in." a voice replied to his request. And he entered a bit frightened of what he saw.
The room was softly lighten, dominated by a copy of the admirals chair from the bridge, nearby alcoves were filled with various hologramatic statues. Several circles of art samples hovered around the chair.
The art appeared… aggressive, violent, like it is expressing a rage that was old several milennia.
He slowly walked closer to the chair, wondering if this intrusion in Thrawn's chambers was wise. When he stopped, the admiral's cool voice spoke: "Yes, captain?"
"Admiral, we have reached Iridonia. What are your orders?" said Cayel.
"Scan the planet for any traces of technology or intelligent life, though i doubt you shall find any."
After a brief silence, Thrawn continued
"Also, send a detachment of stormtroopers down there, and some technicians to take some soil samples."
"Understood Admiral."
"If that is all captain…."
A clear dismiss. Cayel still had doubts that this was Thrawn, but now all of them melted like ice on the sun now. This was Thrawn indeed.
"Yes sir. If you need me i will be on the bridge."
After captain Cayel exited the room, Thrawn flipped a switch on his chair, activating the comm.
"Intelligence, see if there are any convoys with minimal or no escort within four hours of hyperspace travel."
The Intelligence officer acknowledged, and deactivated the comm.
Again, with a flick of the switch all the art dissapeared, shortly to be replaced by other art. Thrawn started his analysis with a smile on his face.
Cayel walked out of the Admiral's chamber, then headed towards the main tech's office.
The tech was a man with deep green eyes, having the look of a man who is at peace.
"Greetings captain. Have a seat."
Cayel dropped in the seat with a grunt.
"How may I help you sir?"
"Did you analyze the black box from the admiral's shuttle?"
"Yes. It seems that this man is indeed Grand Admiral Thrawn, the man who came with him behaved like a subordinate."
"Can the black box info be altered?"
"Yes, if you know how to. Counting the days since that order arrived, plus the days needed for us and them to arrive, and plus the fact that there is no magnetic traces on the black box which always remain after altering the black box, I would say that this is the admiral."
"Hmm." Cayel said and slowly raised from his chair. "Thank you, Greg."
"My pleasure sir."
With a nodd Cayel exited the room, suddenly afraid that he was wrong about Thrawn. Yet, a shiver of delight ran through him at the feeling that Thrawn will win this time and the Empire will be rebuilt.
His train of thoughts was interuppted by major Kowes.
"Yes major?"
Kowes automaticly saluted, revealing that he was a soldier against all Cayel's doubts.
"Do you have any starfighters sir?"
"Not anymore major."
"A shame sir."
"Yes, a greater shame for the pilots that were flying them."
"Can you get any fighters?"
"I dont want to lose more men major."
"I need only one starfighter, I can hand out enough damage to make any rebel we encounter sorry he ever messed with us."
"Really major. We shall see. If we can,we will shurely get one for you."
"Thank you sir!"
"Dismiss."
Kowes saluted and turned on his heel, slowly but firmly pacing toward his quaters.
iPerhaps you can, we shall see/i. Thought Cayel.