Good. [There is something so innately relaxed about Thrawn's tone as he accepts the information he's been given. As though such abilities were common, or natural, or simply another factor to be tallied in.]
I will take point, [His voice lowers, eyes glowing more vibrantly in the absence of light where the caverns slope sharply downwards towards the shard's final resting place. Stalactites litter the path ahead in clusters, making it easy for the two of them to maintain cover as they work their way in.] should any of them threaten to wander too close, it would be best if you could preemptively hold them in place for a time.
[And, in remembering their earlier discussion, he adds, reassuringly:] Do not worry, I will prioritize any you see fit to restrain so that they do not alert the others.
[From there, it's a systematic approach. A process that takes timing and patience, and dedicated precision: a few fired strikes from cover, another long pause to leave time for more to approach, rinse, and repeat. Only when the near the shard's nest do the number of insects sharply increase, and the threat of encroaching insects begins to loom on their shared horizon. A huddle of twenty, possibly more, with little room between them. There is no chance of picking any number of them off without inciting chaos.
Thrawn drops down behind cover, turning his attention back towards Ren. An unspoken question.]
no subject
I will take point, [His voice lowers, eyes glowing more vibrantly in the absence of light where the caverns slope sharply downwards towards the shard's final resting place. Stalactites litter the path ahead in clusters, making it easy for the two of them to maintain cover as they work their way in.] should any of them threaten to wander too close, it would be best if you could preemptively hold them in place for a time.
[And, in remembering their earlier discussion, he adds, reassuringly:] Do not worry, I will prioritize any you see fit to restrain so that they do not alert the others.
[From there, it's a systematic approach. A process that takes timing and patience, and dedicated precision: a few fired strikes from cover, another long pause to leave time for more to approach, rinse, and repeat. Only when the near the shard's nest do the number of insects sharply increase, and the threat of encroaching insects begins to loom on their shared horizon. A huddle of twenty, possibly more, with little room between them. There is no chance of picking any number of them off without inciting chaos.
Thrawn drops down behind cover, turning his attention back towards Ren. An unspoken question.]