whooping-llama

Demotion Thrawn's gaze was turned toward the Calamari artwork, his head tilted slightly to the right.  He was silent for a long time. When Parck started to fidget, he spoke. "You lost three Dreadnoughts." The Captain flushed.  "Sir." "One Victory-class Star Destroyer." He wanted to die.  "Sir." "Fifteen TIE squadrons." He might get his wish.  "Sir." "And one Interdictor Cruiser." Parck bit back a groan.  "Sir," he whispered. "I'm sorry?  I didn't hear you?" The human took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "Sir," he repeated, louder. "And that means what, precisely?" Park's jaw hurt from clenching it so tight.