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.