I am, yes. [There's a flicker of recognition that washes across inhuman features as glowing eyes catch the all-too-familiar sight of an Imperial uniform, now spattered with mud and moss. Stepping forward from his position towards the treeline, it is easier to search the front of his companion's chest for some recognizable indication of his rank and branch—
ISB.
With a deliberate ease to his stride, Thrawn lifts the finely crafted blaster at his hip to more clearly display it, though he does not aim it at his companion directly when he moves in to bridge the distance between them:] ...Agent.
I'm sorry (Invasion)
ISB.
With a deliberate ease to his stride, Thrawn lifts the finely crafted blaster at his hip to more clearly display it, though he does not aim it at his companion directly when he moves in to bridge the distance between them:] ...Agent.