IC: The Ambient lighting of the Admiral's command room was lowered to near darkness, only a few perimeter lights providing illumination. Ahead the lights of the control pannel for the Admiral's inner sanctom glowed in the gloom. Taking a deep breath, the captain approached and pressed the access button. The room beyond was little different. Along the edge of the room were variouse pieces of artwork, each similar in style and shape, a single light above providing illumination. The centre of the room was cloaked in darkness, only the soft glow of a tactical display and the two red globes observing it breaking the darkness. "Come in, captain." The order was cooly spoken, little emotion showing through. "Sir," Captain Chiraneau said, his boots clicking as he snapped to attention, "the some of the captains from the other ships in the fleet are wondering when we will depart. They're getting... bored." "These pieces are Sullutian," Thrawn siad, ignoring the captain's statement and indicating the artwork surrounding the room, " a very interesting collection, don't you think?" "Yes, sir, but I don't-" "You don't see the relevance of them? No, I suppose you don't. I've come to a realization, captain. Much of a species can be learned from thier art. Look a the sharp angles inturrupted by smooth curves. Sullustians are logicle people, they work with what should be, the most logical move. The curves indicate that they adapt quickly as well, though only to what makes sense." Thrawn turned to face the captain, who now wore a perplexed expression. "We move to Sluis Van in twelve hours, captain. The fleet there is commanded by a Sullustian of limited talents. They'll not last long." "Sir, Sluis Van is very close to Mon Calamari. Rebel reenforcemnts are only a short while a way. As is their prodigal commander, Ackbar." Thrawn touched the display in front of him and the artwork blurred and changed to display new pieces, more stream-lined and organic. At the far end of the room a new light glowed to life, illuminating wht was evidently a real piece of art. "Should that happen, captain, I'll show Ackbar why the slaves of Grand Moff's shouldn't become artists." OOC:It just occurred to me that Ackbar was still a slave up until shortly before the Battle of Yavin. We'll pretend he's already escaped though.