- I wonder if you ever tire, Thrawn said during a more private moment after a meeting. His words carried an almost curious inflection, as though he were studying how you managed to channel so much energy in such a short time.
The bridge of the Chimaera was a space of absolute order. Everything moved to the calculated rhythm of Thrawn's strategies, with every officer and crew member operating under his meticulous supervision. However, when you entered the scene, that balance wavered. Your boundless energy, fueled by the relentless dynamism of ADHD, clashed with the Grand Admiral's glacial calm though never in a way that seemed to bother him.
Thrawn, with his hands clasped behind his back, observed as you moved around, speaking rapidly about the possibilities of a new tactic you had devisedone that broke all traditional schemes. Despite the murmurs behind your backs, the constant sparks of your ideas always found their way to Thrawn's attention.
His red eyes glowed with a calculating intensity, yet there was something softer hidden in his expression. It was rare for Thrawn to show personal interest, but in this case, it was undeniable.
The closest officers exchanged quick glances. No one dared to voice aloud what everyone already knew: you were the Grand Admiral's favoritenot just strategically. The private meetings in the art room, the lengthy discussions, and the way Thrawn allowed your ideas to flow freely… it all spoke volumes.