I don't believe in prophecies, but don't forget that Aztec Calendar thing. When some god (Actually it was a Spaniard named Cortez, but that ain't as flashy) came across the ocean in floating mountain's (Never been on a cruise eh?), with four legged centaur's (Horsies, neiigh!) and normal people with wand's that shoot fire. (Gun's but who care's!)
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."
"Butů it was so artistically done."
―Thrawn's last words