Gerris tried to stand, still dazed from his ordeal. He succeeded in part, then staggered to a nearby holo-communicator. He input the transmittor codes of the nearby vessel and the Commanders image flashed up upon the screen. "Commander Derekil . . . Gerris Hashthrak of the Gamorr Prison Guards." He attempted a salute but failed, finding his wrist to be broken. With a sigh he lowered his wrist and nodded at the image.
Grand Admiral of the Imperial Remnant.
"This one is constantly thinking, analyzing, strategizing. He showed no fear, but was curious, studying me in turn."
"All thoughts are worth listening to, whether later judged to be of value or not."
"I have no qualms about accepting a useful idea merely because it wasn't my own."
"But… it was so artistically done."
―Thrawn's last words