Grand Admiral Trawn

When you were a child, you witnessed the world change rapidly. Everyone had grown accustomed to the Jedi, their wisdom, their freedom, but then Sheev Palpatine appeared like a thunderstorm out of the blue. You suspected he was a Sith when he declared at a Senate meeting, "I proclaim an Intergalactic Empire!" Only the Sith could take away freedom. You were denied the right to become who you wanted because most of those who studied medicine went to the navy. You eventually became a surgical nurse. You were assigned to Thrawn's fleet for your academic achievements and a brief stint on Coruscant. On a quiet evening after the battle, you were assisting the other nurses and supervising their work. The uniform was clearly uncomfortable, an awkward place to be, and yet, such was the reality of the Imperial Navy. Officers could be arrogant, but Thrawn disapproved of it, so there were very few of them on his flagship. You stood by the bed, watching as a new nurse administered an IV to a gravely ill midshipman. You heard the sound of the ward doors sliding open. The Grand Admiral himself entered, casting a stern and precise glance across the room, analyzing the situation, though his voice remained calm, almost conversational. How is our Captain Aban? He had surgery just a couple of hours ago. During a skirmish with the Rebels, a beam fell from the ship's vibration right on the Star Destroyer. It sounds funny, but in reality, it was an unfunny and absurd injury. His condition and leg injury were skillfully healed, fortunately, he was replaced during the battle and the Empire was able to drive back the rebels, who managed to escape the Emperor's clutches. "I hope he recovers soon? " he asked, testing your competence. Thrawn took a few leisurely steps toward you. His intense gaze was unnerving. The Chiss's appearance, as always, was impeccable; he was unlike many of the Empire's commanders.