Author's Note: Well, I am sorry for the massive delay and gap between this chapter and the previous chapter, but in other news, the story has received 400 views, and I am nothing beyond ecstatic. I would also like to commemorate and give a nice thank you to our new followers, Leonoftheleaf, Tacosaucelord, Silvertand, Lord Valkorion, and Lord Loptr. In addition to this, I want to thank you new five for giving the story some support by following it, and hopefully from here on out, I can return to my previous pattern, but it may more or less turn into a day out, day in sort of routine, but I will try to update as much as possible. At any rate, with all of that out of the way, let me get started on this chapter! Enjoy!

I wasn't given the luxury to host a funeral or take time to address my family's death and mourn for my loss. The only thing I could do was sign the papers to have them cremated so I could at least have some memory of them with me in my room. The more pressing issues that took root was the advancing stages of rebellion rooting up in the many systems, despite my tactics and incentives utterly failing despite many thoughts of success it would bear. This soon rooted up in something I could no longer stand, and with the Second Fleet failing time in and time out, I decided now it was time to take action and put down a single rebellion, and what greater system I thought to do it on was Taris. The problem mainly laid in the inefficiencies and short comings of the Governor that was stationed there, and the multiple prime ministers that were trying to paint a positive image of the empire, only to be looked upon as hypocrites. The only reason I say that is due to the political moves the Emperor has been taking lately in committing a total war and imperializing every resource, economic power, and practically forcing a doctrine of martial law around the entire galaxy.

I didn't really agree with the actions of the Emperor, however; anyone that has ever said anything, if there ever was, never lived long to tell the tale. Rumors of new imperial technology has been becoming increasingly declassified to the higher realms of power in the Empire, and multiple new fighters and ships have been becoming under develop, along with a very idiotic move on the side of the Emperor to reconstruct and build a second Death Star, which I thought would be an utter joke, but apparently it isn't. You would think someone would learn not to allocate so many resources and credits to such a project after a single destruction, only to have it blown up a second time, right? Despite this, some of the projects actually seemed to have a sense of purpose, such as some of the new Frigates and Star Destroyers being produced. Prototype Imperial Star Destroyers Class-II have been in production, and been doing substantial field testing, with new increased armaments and better hull and shielding.

With all this new technology, it definitely seems we are going to be better prepared for the Alliance and the rebel cells sprouting up, but it will all depend on if we have the men and the strategically-capable men to achieve such a task. Hopefully, if time comes to be the predictor of how events will play out, we will get ambitious and calculating men like myself, or at least a few good ones who will be able to help me in my ventures in the Outer-Rim. If no new men come into the cycle though, this war might end within the next few years the Emperor and the other Grand Moffs are not careful.

I donned my Duraplast Officers' Armored Vest, and placed around my waist a Utility Belt with a holster for my SE-14C. I also placed on-top a Field Commander's helmet with a range-finder, and placed the appropriate rank placard on the Armored Vest, as I straightened out my uniform underneath the armor, and cleared my throat. I placed my datapad into the holder on the belt, and began to walk over to the Director's quarters, and also paged for my Death Troopers to get on the Director's Shuttle as we would be leaving in a few minutes. I came to the Director's door and pressed the button for the intercom inside, and after a second or two, the Director came to the intercom and asked in an irritable tone, "Yes? Who is it?"

"Is that how you address me, Director?" I said in an equally irritable voice which probably made him shake in a second of reconciliation of his tone.

"Ahh, Grand Moff Praxon. One second, I'll open the door."

The door flew open as the outside air flushed inside the room, while the white-uniformed figure came to stand in the archway of it and asked, "Do you need something from me, Reylan? Perhaps a new report on spy operations on a planet, some information regarding imperial affairs or something of that nature?"

I shook my head and said, "Neither. I actually acquire your company since I am heading out to Taris, and since I take it you are the hands-on type of person like me, I require you to come with me."

The Director shifted uncomfortable about my response as he shook his head up and down, while he went over to his wardrobe. He pulled out what seemed to be his utility belt which held extended pouches for his energy cells, and the holster which carried his DT-29 inside of it. He attached his cape to his uniform, as he swung it around his back, and adjusted it as he glanced in the mirror. He finished his preparations by brushing his hair to the side a bit, before walking over to me and said, "Yes, let's get going."

The shuttle was already prepped for us, and the two iconic soldiers were already sitting, with their DLT-19 blaster rifles, held in-between their two legs and standing up with the barrels to the roof. The Director took a seat as I went to address the two pilots to take the shuttle to Taris, and as they typed into the Navicomputer the coordinates, I went back to lounge in the passenger area with Director Krennic and let out a long-awaited sigh when sitting down.

"Director, you have no idea how this entire week has been for me. I couldn't even have my own family's funeral because of how stressful and packed in work I have been…I barely even had the time to fill out the cremation papers."

The Director turned to me and with a small hint of sorrow gleaming from his eyes and he said, "Well…I couldn't imagine that it would be an easy experience…it-…"

The Director hesitated for a second, deciding whether to say what he wanted to say, but after a moment of thought, he continued, "Yea…I personally know how it feels, well…not my entire family, but…my mother who I was really close to, she died when I was really young, and I've tried to forget about her. My father was never really there to his odd jobs and him working all the time, so I distanced myself from him, just trying to make my way in the world…"

To be honest, I felt bad for the Director, since he has practically lost everything in his life, whether it was his purpose in completing the Death Star project, to having it stolen from right underneath his nose by Tarkin, to the amount of dedication and hard-work it took for him just to be where he was.

"I thank you for sharing that, Orson…I truly do, I know it must've been hard losing your mother…but, I appreciate trying to relate…at least it makes me think you aren't that cold of a person."

I jabbed a joke at that last part in to get rid of a little of the sorrowful mood and he seemed to coin in on it too as he replied in a musing voice, "Not as cold of a person you are, Reylan…"

We both shared a small laugh, before the silence slowly enveloped the passenger bay, and it stayed like that for a minute as I thought about something to talk about, and rather than having silence to contemplate the thought of my family, I decided to talk to the Director about the thing I only hinted about towards him.

"You remember that installation I told you about, Director? Where I think you might be able to prove your 'expertise' and dedicate your work to something more purposeful than just espionage?"

He nodded his head while he raised his eyebrow, "Yea, I remember something along those lines…something called The Maw, right?"

Upon hearing the Director's record of what I had said, I stated not a second after, "Yea…that's right. Well, here is the thing I was thinking of. I was reading some more of the journals from Tarkin about this facility, and it is very…well, it is definitely suited towards you, considering the projects that are being constructed at this facility, and the science-aspect behind what goes on there."

A lightbulb and an automatic sense of amusement filled the Director's orbs as he immediately uttered, "Now that sounds something completely around my area of expertise…One would wonder why you haven't brought this up with me beforehand in much more avid detail."

I put down the Director's interest as I sharply stated, "I am aware that you were definitely over-qualified for something like this Director, I was just waiting for the right time, and to see whether or not the situation would change for the better or not. Considering everything has been going down the toilet so far though, I think it'd be definitely relevant to visit the facility after our visit to Taris. After all, planet-wide rebellion has broken out on the planet, and it is now my duty to make sure things get back on track."

Our conversation was interrupted when one of the pilots came back to the passenger bay and told me that someone wanted to talk with me on the Holotransmitter aboard the ship. I held the thought and told the Director to remember our place when I emerged from my position and went to the small room that was near the cockpit. This room must've been purposefully outfitted by Krennic to make sure he could have conversations in private, and not have other ears be eavesdropping on his conversation. I think it might be time for me to customize and make my own Lambda-shuttle for my own purposes sooner or later, considering I'm getting tired of taking rides in this shuttle on the accord of the Director.

"Ahhh, what a pleasant surprise you actually got my message, Grand Moff Praxon."

The cold and all-to-patient voice sounded over the audio-players as I accepted the transmission from an unknown area in Space.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn…what a pleasure to actually hear from you since our last conversation," I responded in a cheerful attitude.

If I was to be honest, despite our 'heated' exchange in the elevator, I had more or less let anything go from the past and just decided to try to get on new terms with the Grand Admiral, considering he definitely should have the respect for making it up as far as he could.

"Hmm…quite a change in personality and character…last time I recall you being very hostile…interesting development."

I simply affirmed, "The position of Grand Moff has definitively left me tired and humbled considering the work-load, and I do not intend to make hostilities towards you Grand Admiral, despite our 'previous' engagement. You just caught me in an irritating move, and prompted me towards my little outburst."

The Grand Admiral smiled lightly before saying, "Well, I will admit, you are doing quite better on the counts of the other Grand Moffs that have been losing a lot of public opinion even in the core systems and regions where rebellion seems unlikely to happen. You have definitely impressed me, despite you losing some systems here and there; I think if anything that is on the count of the Emperor's new shift in policy, and possibly your subordinates."

I nodded my head and stated, "Well…the new shift of policy has definitely not made it easier, hence why I am currently en-route to Taris to repel the planet-side rebellion."

The Grand Admiral gazed at me through his holographic self before laughably replying, "It seems our fates have leaded us to the same area then. I was told to go to Taris to help deal with the efforts to put down the rebellion, so it seems like we will be working together."

I smiled with equal shock while thinking about the thought of working with the Grand Admiral.

"It seems fate has indeed intertwined our current predicament, but it'll definitely be one of interest. Hopefully by the end of the next few galactic days, we will be able to push this rebellion back. This shall be a learning lesson to the Prime Ministers, with some hope, assuming they take this as an example for what happens if they can't convey their message across to the citizens."

I then bided farewell to the Grand Admiral until our meeting above Taris, and returned to the passenger bay, where a Director Krennic was speaking to one of the Death Troopers. They must've just finished their conversation as Orson diverted his eyes to me as I came back in, and waiting for me to sit down again.

"Who were you speaking to, Reylan?"

"Someone you wouldn't exactly hear from every day, Director Krennic, yet apparently the Grand Admiral Thrawn thought it be courteous to hail me to talk for a while, and he seems to be helping us in our Tarisian campaign."

I saw the hatred slowly fold onto Krennic's brow as he stated with malice, "Those damn aliens…the Empire should be reserved for men of talent, not the fricken scheming and intellectually-handicapped aliens of this galaxy."

I was completely shocked that the Director held racism towards aliens, and I couldn't exactly convey how disappointed I was, yet I thought it prudent not to share my thoughts to the Director and to just keep him bickering about how the aliens are undermining society, and creating multiple problems for humans, and how all these conspiracy theories are somehow linked to aliens.

We eventually emerged from Hyperspace to a fleet, which I did not at all recognize. The fleet that I had dispatched which consisted of five Victory-II Class Star Destroyers, two Gladiators, and four Escort Carriers were completely vacant from the planet's surrounding area, and was replaced by ten Imperial Star Destroyers, one which had a hue of blue splashed all over it, two Interdictor Cruisers, and a few Tartan Patrol Cruisers scattered in-between the Star Destroyers. I was in a little awe at the thought of seeing ten Imperial-Class Star Destroyers just lined up in perfect military formation around the planet, and the Cardan Class-I Space Station in-front of the fleet by an entire quadrant of space, which would leave the fleet unaffected if a similar 'incident' was to happen such as in the case of the Sullust incursion.

Eventually, the pilots directed us to the blue-painted Star Destroyer as told by the traffic controller on-board the Star Destroyer which I would later come to know as the Chimaera. It was just the same as any Star Destroyer, except for the addition of the paint, but you just knew that this was Thrawn's flagship, not only due to the uniformity of the crew, but to the entire atmosphere and setting of the ships being so organized and uniformal, it was almost breathe-taking to me to see such a military precedence being on-board. The four of us emerged from the shuttle, and with the help of a lieutenant that reminded me almost of me when I was rising up the ranks, we soon made our way to the bridge of the ship.

The only difference you could tell from the outside was the paint-difference, but on the inside, everything was completely different than your standard Star Destroyer, or for the example of General Tagge, his flagship. The interior for this one had multiple crew quarters, and recreational areas, and made up every available space inside, with the exception of the halls being cleaned and completely clear of anything. If Thrawn was one to emanate his discipline and what he stood for, his Star Destroyer emphasized it ten-fold. Even the simple storm-trooper platoons and squadrons marching and training inside the Star Destroyer made me realize that Thrawn was definitely a person who didn't mess around and always wanted to be prepared for whatever hit him.

We eventually arrived on the bridge, which the only difference I could spot from Tagge's Bridge was the addition of what appeared to be a Throne in the walkway in the middle of the bridge, between all the resource management computers, technicians, gunners, and the personnel of the like. Yet, Thrawn wasn't in his throne at the moment, instead he was speaking to some of the lieutenants, ensigns, and captains that were huddled in a big group near the right of bridge, where you could hear his voice, no matter how low, echo off the walls which carried nothing but inspiration. If I thought Grand Moff Tarkin was a person that people respected and fear, Thrawn was better in all ways compared to Tarkin, and even went above and beyond to the point he could inspire people to do what he wanted.

Thrawn dismissed his little posse that was formed at the right side of the bridge, and turned to me looking at me first, and then towards the Director and the two Death Troopers which stood on the right and left of the Director and I.

"Grand Moff Praxon…what a pleasure to have you on my ship…" He turned to look at the three people that were around me again and his eyebrows fell just a tad.

"Grand Moff, since I would give you the pleasure of speaking alone with me…would you afford me the same luxury?"

I nodded my head and told my two Death Troopers and Director Krennic to leave the room for the time-being, much to the Director's relief.

"You keep curious company, I must say."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, the Director might be a little hot-headed and a little unpredictable at times, but he has certain skills that may help me in the future."

The Grand Admiral grinned at my remark, "Not quite what I meant, the Director has a known reputations as being a party-person, and a very avid racist but I am glad you see some value in the thought of keeping around people for their skills…a wise move nonetheless, Grand Moff. Also, you have my condolences about your family."

I tightened my fist a little bit at the mention of my family and replied, "Thanks. Although, I suppose we have more pressing issues to address, no?"

Thrawn concurred, "Quite right. Now, from what the planetary garrisons and imperial forces have told me so far, it seems that the rebellious activists stem mainly from the city's sprawling capitol and cities around. The country-side which makes up for a great majority of the planet is actually relatively peaceful and have no quarrel from what scouts report. At least that narrows our containment area."

The Grand Admiral then began to point to the tactical map that was in the command room, and began to show me elaborate strategies I would've never thought of even considering, and different ways to help the ground forces get the advantage, especially with the reinforcements Thrawn can send if need-be.

"I must ask, if you don't mind, Thrawn. It seems you have quite a very in-depth knowledge of strategy, your implementations on the map here show at least some correlation to that. May I ask where you learned?"

The Chiss shook his head with a brisk pace, "All I can tell you, Grand Moff, is that I am a self-made man that got a lot of his experiences from my home world. I am a little more curious as to have you've maintained such a low footprint in the imperial databases, not a lot has been declassified, perhaps by your doing, or perhaps not."

I scoffed at the remark by the Grand Admiral and countered, "That's because I try to keep my privacy and private life to myself, along with my past."

The Grand Admiral seemed unimpressed at my statement as his brow furrowed. "Even if that is so, Grand Moff, you have a lesser footprint than even a common officer, which is quite intriguing…also the more interests and challenge to dig up more about you."

At the end of his comment, I began to tease a thought, "Oh? Do I sense a fruitfully expanding rivalry?"

The Grand Admiral laughed in a mock-ish tone, "Unfortunately for you, there is no rivalry, and there is no challenge except for the fact there seems to be too little information about you, Grand Moff."

I returned my focus to the tactical map as did the Grand Admiral, and we went from our little side conversation back to the problems at hand. We began to devise some strategies for if things got really rough, we'd most likely have to pacify certain areas on the sprawling city, and by pacify, I meant orbital bombardment, yet that would cause a lot of casualties, and it could sprout more lingering taste of rebellion if families were killed, and a single sibling or relative survived. The Grand Admiral then reminded me of the basis of hope that this is the only thing keeping the rebellion going, is hope for a better tomorrow, and so long that is there, there will always be problems.

I could see where Thrawn was coming from, for with my family, I would've wished anything to just go back in time and just sent a battalion of storm-troopers to the retreat to guard my family, yet I would've never thought that my own home planet would've faced the horrors of terrorism. There was always that hope, or that regret that you could've done something, or that you will be able to do something about it. Eventually, nearing the end of contemplations on the acts to do, which were mainly decided by Thrawn, he sent in his invasion force, and told that we should all come along so we can witness and inspire the troops to finish their mission.

Multiple Gozanti transports landed AT-AT's, AT-ST's, and different vehicles, tanks, and motorized contraptions in the sprawling city, while Sentinel Landing Craft landed the platoons of storm-troopers, and Dark-Trooper robots that were trained, and or built by Thrawn. I decided to help command things from the 3rd Platoon which was commanded to deal with the upper levels of the city, and Director Krennic elected to go with me. The Death Troopers stayed with me, of course, for they were still under my jurisdiction.

The first sign of combat and trouble that I saw was when we were approaching the first outpost established in the middle of a massive plaza, surrounded by multiple apartment complexes, and business and corporate buildings. Sniper Fire was pouring down from above, and explosions occurring all around the sector, while partisans and civilians rushed the suppressed storm-troopers in the middle. The storm-troopers in the middle kept firing random shots, and blind-fired towards the on-coming rioters, and upon seeing how easily they were overcome, made me realize that if this is how it was like along the entire Outer-Rim, there is really no telling what will happen in the next few years.

Director Krennic screamed to the storm-troopers behind us, "Stormtroopers! To me! Let us repel this rebel scum!"

The Director ran forward, shooting bolts from his DT-29, while stormtroopers behind him unleashed a wave a red bolts hitting most of the rioters who did not immediately run for cover upon seeing us. My two Death Troopers stuck with me, and as I was approaching the checkpoint, I heard the scrambled scream come from one of the death troopers behind me, as I heard a massive thud behind me. I turned around to see one of them had been square shot in the chest plate, and the other was providing covering fire from where the bolt came. I quickly scrambled for cover, for if a blaster-bolt from one of those snipers were bearing down on my position, I would probably be the next to be hit, but as I was about to dive for a barricade, I heard the scrambled scream emanate from the other trooper, signing the end to any memories of the Tarkin Initiative.

I quickly pulled out my SE-14C, and put the comlink in my other hand and quickly yelled over the comlink, "Troopers! Beware of sniper-fire from the buildings, provide suppressive fire as the raiding parties run for the building complexes."

As the platoon made its way into the square and began to pour the 'red rain' of death towards the snipers and anarchists, squadrons of ten or so men began to run in zig-zag formations to the buildings, while also taking a second to go behind cover whenever given a chance. Eventually, we didn't lose a single man to sniper fire, as he continued to unload into the buildings, then more raiding parties began to pile up and run for the entrances, and we still didn't lose any men. Eventually, I made a run for it towards the outpost established in the square, and just as I was about to take cover, I felt myself blasted backwards and to the left, as something hard hit the duraplast armored vest near the left side of my chest.

I was completely stunned and got the wind knocked out of me, as a storm trooper pulled me towards cover. I still couldn't breathe by the time I got over to the cover, yet slowly I began to have the wind return back to me, and I took a glance at the armored vest. There was a big indentation and a yellow circle around the area the sniper shot hit me, but the vest protected me from the shot.

"Those bastards are going to pay for that…" I muttered to myself, and after three minutes of constant fire, we eventually got the all-clear from all raiding parties that the snipers had been dealt with. As the entire platoon got up from the outpost, we looked around for any troopers that were injured, and although there were no dead or severe wounds, about twelve soldiers had been hit by sniper fire and were writhing on the ground in pain. Eventually, we call the medic team up to take care of the injured, and we chose a few troopers to stay behind, set up blaster turret positions and to keep this sector. The Director was sitting on a cargo pallet before he got up and rejoined me, before he asked, "Where are the Death Troopers?"

I snidely joked, "The Death Troopers are exactly what their names suggest…they were picked off by the snipers first, probably due to their color…but on the bright side, whatever was left of the Tarkin Initiative, died with them."

The Director had a sullen expression on his face and said, "That's a shame…those troopers were some of my best men, and I thought they would actually do well…I didn't expect them to just die from sniper fire…"

The fighting continued on for the entire top level of the city, but after some fifteen hours of fighting, the total casualties was easily overwhelming for the citizens, compared to the amount of dead on our side, which was only about fifty or so, compared to their thousands of dead. After the fighting on the top, and capturing their main base of operations which was a commandeered garrison office commanded previously by the Imperial garrison on the planet, the fighting on the top and for most of the mid-level areas had ceased and most people surrendered, but the fighting still violently fought on in the lower-levels due to the swoop gangs, the Exchange, and many other problems. Grand Admiral Thrawn had returned to the upper-levels to consult with me and his field commanders for a plan of attack with the lower city.

In the end though, we decided that if we cut off all outside contact, and reinforced the bulkheads, not only would they starve to death due to no new supplies coming in, but Thrawn predicted that the attrition would get to most of them and they would comply with whatever treaty the two of us could come up with, and with no little surprise, after a week of waiting out, an envoy that wasn't armed came to a checkpoint and stated that they surrendered and wanted to draw out some peace accord.

Of course the accord was very strict and restricting, leading to no armaments on the planet, all new rebellious activities will lead to a blockade which will lead to everyone's on suffering, which in turn would lead to a policy of destroying all agriculture or in a revised idea by Thrawn's admission, regulating what comes in from the country-side, thus very efficiently cutting off any agrarian products if the time arises again, and with those conditions ruled out, the upper-classmen, the noble and rich, made sure to keep the middle and lower level populace in check by limiting the amount they would give them when the trade came through. Just like that, the Taris problem had been utterly solved and with that threat being all too prevalent, I wouldn't predict a problem with Taris coming up any time in the near future.

Upon returning to the Chimaera, I personally thanked Grand Admiral Thrawn for coming in and providing his helpful tactics to make the remittance of Taris come as swiftly and without many casualties as possible. He even expressed that it was a pleasure to work with me and hopefully in the future, should the need rise up again, he'll have the time to bring the Seventh Fleet back to the Outer-Rim to help deal with my problems where the incompetent officers couldn't. Before I left though, I wished to talk to the Grand Admiral about something, so we eventually came to his office, which had a curious Ysalamir design on the wall behind his desk, and two powered-down Dark-Trooper sentries. He eventually sat down in his seat and asked what I wanted to talk about and with a hesitant yet calculative thought, I addressed my question.

"I don't want to sound treasonous, that is the last thing I need, but nearly all of the Grand Moffs have told me they have an uncertainty on whether the Empire is going to stand, and they have taken it upon themselves to practically capitalize on their 'ventures and opportunity' they had been granted. Not to mention with the Emperor building a new Death Star despite…what happened to the last one…I just wanted to know if you had a take on these types of events…"

The Grand Admiral placed his gloved hand on his chin and contemplated for a moment, whether in seriousness, or just to display it.

"Quite an interesting development…the Empire seems to be collapsing from the inside out already…that is most disturbing, and I am aware of the Emperor's decision to build a second Death Star, and I am not very supportive of it. A fleet of two hundred Star Destroyers is more capable than a space station that can destroy an entire planet. Not only is the former more efficient and quicker than the Death Star, but they are more mobile and tactically advantageous. No matter though, if you want my take, Grand Moff, all I can say is that either the next Death Star works, or it doesn't and the Empire is just more in-debt and at risk of failing."

I nodded at the Grand Admiral, and as I was making my way to leave, I heard the sound of the two Dark-Trooper sentries power on rapidly and stated in their automated voice, "Intruder," in which they then quickly turned to the left and right of themselves, and extended their arms to grab whoever had enter…but it was like they were touching vacant air.

I heard the Grand Admiral look at the intruder, and slowly sit up from his chair as I heard the leather unstick from his suit. "What an intriguing occurrence…although quite bizarre. One would question how this man is still alive…"

Sure enough, I recognized the figure that had the metallic claws visually impaled inside the man, who was dressed in a white uniform, with the equivalent of a Grand Admiral rank placard on his left breast, and those all too familiar unique colored eyes, and cropped black hair. He simply walked forward towards the two of us, as I heard the sound of the Dark-Trooper sentries powering down, while being frozen in their position.

"Now I have the liberty of meeting you both at the same time…I've been waiting for this for quite some time," the man stated.

Thrawn asked curiously, "And to whom might you be?"

The man replied cordially, "I have not disclosed much information to the Grand Moff before you, Grand Admiral Thrawn, so why should I give you the privilege?"

Thrawn uttered in his chilling voice, "So be it…"

I responded afterwards and asked, "What in the blazing stars are you doing here? I can tolerate you appearing out of nowhere in my quarters, yet you stand here, amongst the three of us, dotting like the way you are?"

The man completely ignored me and walked over to the desk, to where the Grand Admiral was quizzically observing the man and his actions, as a hint of shock could be seen in the Chiss's eyes.

Thrawn then stated, "If you think you can leave my ship and interrupt my meeting, you are quite mistaken, 'intruder.'"

The man then asked playfully, "Oh? Do you think I'm going to allow myself to be caught and shot? If anything, you will die, and so will Praxon die."

Thrawn, trying to feel the man out countered, "If we die…you are going to die too."

I spoke up and said, "Thrawn…toting and goading the man doesn't do anything…he just tries to aggravate you and then he leaves…believe me, I've tried killing him multiple times before…there is no point except for just listening to what 'bantha shit' he brings to your ears, and hope he leaves."

Thrawn, not believing me, and probably wanting to see for himself, grabbed an E-11 from under his desk, and raised it towards the man, when the blaster yielded three shots from the barrel, and straight into the man's chest, and two to the man's head. If Thrawn didn't believe that he could survive being impaled by the sentries, he definitely believed that the man couldn't be killed now, as he simply took the shots, and then walked away like nothing happened. I expected Thrawn to be utterly shocked as I was when I had tried to kill the man, but he simply put the gun down and stated in his calming voice, "What an interesting event that just occurred…I will definitely be interested in what this man has to say in the future."

He seemed to be talking to himself, as he then turned to me and stated, "I think now would be a great time for you to leave, Grand Moff Praxon. I don't believe we have anything else to talk about so, unless you have something else, I think we should conclude our business and wait for the next time we have the pleasure of meeting each other." He then nodded towards me and continued on for just a bit, "Until next time, Grand Moff," in which he then turned his chair around to be facing the Ysalamirs, and I took Director Krennic's company and walked back to the shuttle as we made preparations to transit back to Eridau.