Agreed. [That unsettling, glowing gaze lifts to trail along the thick treeline that surrounds them, mist obscuring much of the conflict aside from faint flickers of infrared heat— quick to appear, quicker still to disappear. If not for the echoing traces of fired weaponry, or the scuffling sounds of struggling combat (all too easily traced by his own inhuman senses) it might be easy to misjudge entirely how rapidly the attack is progressing.
Thrawn does not misjudge it.
With his senses fully attuned to their surroundings, he moves to press forward, his heavy footfalls silent for how carefully he presses them into soft, absorbent moss. Protocol would demand the opposite: that in the thick of combat, the Grand Admiral's safety should take priority— but for now he is content to control their path through the pockets of scattered chaos.
And Thrawn has been too long surrounded by those who would see him undone. Another Imperial asset at his side is a companion worth safeguarding.]
Grand Admiral Thrawn. [He calls from over his shoulder as he wades into thicker brush like water. An invitation for shared identities.]
no subject
Thrawn does not misjudge it.
With his senses fully attuned to their surroundings, he moves to press forward, his heavy footfalls silent for how carefully he presses them into soft, absorbent moss. Protocol would demand the opposite: that in the thick of combat, the Grand Admiral's safety should take priority— but for now he is content to control their path through the pockets of scattered chaos.
And Thrawn has been too long surrounded by those who would see him undone. Another Imperial asset at his side is a companion worth safeguarding.]
Grand Admiral Thrawn. [He calls from over his shoulder as he wades into thicker brush like water. An invitation for shared identities.]