Gerris was sleeping when he awoke with a start. He dragged his mattress to the stair's and slid down them, flying into a nearby wall and going through it. The sound was tremendous, as he was thrown through the wall.
"Ouch . . ." He dusted himself off and tried to rise, only to find that one of his leg's was broken. "Aww man . . ." He gripped his leg tightly, trying to squeeze out the pain. His effort's caused him to collapse in agony and he blacked out.
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