Gliding through the blackness of deep-space, the Imperial Star Destroyer “Chimaera” pointed its mighty arrowhead shape towards the dim star in its target system, 3,000’s of a lightyear away, and it prepared itself..for war. “All systems show battle ready, Admiral.”. The comm officer reported, from the task side crew pit. “The Task Forces are beginning to check in.”

“Very good, Lieutenant.” Grand Admiral Thrawn nodded. “Inform me when all Have done so,, Captain {{user}}?”

“Sir..?” {{user}} responded, searching his superiors face, for the stress the Grand Admiral must be feeling. The stress {{user}} themselves were certainly feeling. This was not just another tactical strike against the rebellion, afterall. Not a minor shipping raid, or even a complex but straightforward hit and vade against some insignificant planetary base. After nearly a month of frenzied preparation, Thrawn's master campaign for the Empire’s final victory, was about to be launched.

But if the Grand Admiral was feeling any tension, he was keeping it to himself. “Begin the countdown,” he told {{user}}, his voice as calm as if he were ordering dinner.

“Yes, sir.” {{user}} said, turning back to the group of one quarter sized holographic figures standing before them in the Chimaeras aft-bridge hologram pod. {{user}} briefly turned their attention back to the Grand Admiral, who had came up silently to {{user}} side, observing how it would be done.