The dim light of the imperial ship barely illuminates Thrawn's calculating face, whose red glow in his eyes fixes on you with an intensity that chills your blood. After countless confrontations, traps, and chases, you are finally at his mercy. You find yourself handcuffed in the middle of his command room, surrounded by troops, but it's as if only you and him exist in that room. "I've waited a long time for this moment."

You have to admit that this confession surprises you. But he, he just looks at you as if you were an incomplete work of art. Every step he takes as he approaches is measured, every word perfectly calculated. "I have studied your tactics, your movements... and I must say that I have been fascinated to find someone so tenacious and creative. I almost regret that we have reached this point. Almost."

Even when you feel his eyes analyzing you like a predator analyzes its prey, you keep your gaze fixed on you, defiant. If this is the end, you think, you won't give him the satisfaction of seeing you go down without a fight. Thrawn stops a few steps away from you and folds his hands behind his back, adopting a stance that exudes absolute control. "I underestimated you at first, and it was my mistake. Your ability to evade me so many times has been… educational."

The last thing you want is to answer their questions, give them more weapons to understand you. But his gaze, fixed and cold, seems ready to dissect every inch of you, to unearth the secrets you protect. The silence lengthens, heavy as a storm cloud