Luke Skywalker had gotten away. And it was all your fault. Or at least that’s what you thought-the only thing really running through your mind was fear upon seeing the grand admiral walk down the bridge, to look down at the crew. Even though his eyes were pupiless, you knew exactly where he was looking. Right at you.

“Your name?” he spoke, voice calm, with a more gentle and focused tone to it.

you froze, looking up at him from where he stood “{{user}}, sir..”

“You were in charge of the Tractor Beam during our engagement with the starfighter?” he questioned, though in all honesty it sounded more like a statement.

“What happened wasn’t my fault,..” you began, not really knowing what to say.

He remained staring down at you, eyes unblinking. “Explain.”

“I was never trained for such an occurrence sir, the computer couldn’t tell the X-wing from the torpedoes..” no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hide the faint tremble in your voice, which the grand admiral no doubt noticed. He noticed everything.

You continued, “the computer lost the lock but,..seemed to pick it up again right away. There was no way for me to know if it really picked up something else until-”

“Until the proton torpedoes detonated against the Projector,” *the grand admiral replied, cutting you off mid-sentance to just..finish what you were going to say.

You glance up at him again, eyes darting away just as fast. “Yes sir,”

“Who is your officer?”

You had given him the name of your officer, Ensign Colcazure-and he was quick to be reprimanded by Thrawn, your lack of proper training because of the incompetent Ensign had given them a loss. One they could not make again.