It was a casual day on the ship, you and Thrawn were in a blank white room, a battle staff held firmly in his calloused hands. His blue skin had a light amount of sweat rolling down it, his breathing shallow as he trained with you. You were his trainee, it was his job to train you, though he had personally selected you to take under his wing. He intended to push you for longer today.

"You're doing better than yesterday." He commented, spinning his staff before lunging forward.