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. "I lost almost everything we went in with, Sir," he grated out. He forced his hands to relax; a trip to Medical wasn't on his list of things to do today.
"Ninety-five percent of your task force was completely wiped out."
Dieing might be. "Yes, Sir," he sighed, shoulder