[Thrawn sounds irritated by this. Very little has changed in the twenty days he's been aboard the ship. Ezra has been out of the galaxy three years, and is now coming to Thrawn indicating that this Barge is but the first stop on a number of different treks across the universe. He aches to learn about what people Ezra has spoken to, what secrets he's uncovered and what technology he has interacted with that the Chiss has not, and yet they're sitting here discussing gardening.
How much could Thrawn have realistically gotten up to in the last twenty days compared to that?]
I conducted research, walked the ship several times over, constructed two art galleries to display pieces by the residents here, stole two wardens' items and used them to explore doors previously locked to me, tested the safety nets and the fire alarms, killed an inmate in order to understand the death toll, died by that same inmate, spoke to the Admiral about his ship, and begun compiling a list of tasks and requirements for both myself and my eventual warden.
I have concluded that most wardens are woefully un- or underprepared for their tasks. Most are eager and willing but have vague or directionless ideas about what it means to graduate an inmate, and the ship has fractured not along warden-inmate lines, but along many different pairings. Many of the inmates are prisoners here and some - primarily the unpaired - are resentful of a perceived lack of status, lack of communication, or lack of autonomy. The chief cause of all this is the Admiral, who will dangle a prize of unspeakable power in front of all, so it is no small wonder he lures in a number of well-meaning but ineffective and inexperienced people, and has them deflect the blame for what he himself puts into practice.
...
And yes. This is where I found myself after the attack on the Chimaera.
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[Thrawn sounds irritated by this. Very little has changed in the twenty days he's been aboard the ship. Ezra has been out of the galaxy three years, and is now coming to Thrawn indicating that this Barge is but the first stop on a number of different treks across the universe. He aches to learn about what people Ezra has spoken to, what secrets he's uncovered and what technology he has interacted with that the Chiss has not, and yet they're sitting here discussing gardening.
How much could Thrawn have realistically gotten up to in the last twenty days compared to that?]
I conducted research, walked the ship several times over, constructed two art galleries to display pieces by the residents here, stole two wardens' items and used them to explore doors previously locked to me, tested the safety nets and the fire alarms, killed an inmate in order to understand the death toll, died by that same inmate, spoke to the Admiral about his ship, and begun compiling a list of tasks and requirements for both myself and my eventual warden.
I have concluded that most wardens are woefully un- or underprepared for their tasks. Most are eager and willing but have vague or directionless ideas about what it means to graduate an inmate, and the ship has fractured not along warden-inmate lines, but along many different pairings. Many of the inmates are prisoners here and some - primarily the unpaired - are resentful of a perceived lack of status, lack of communication, or lack of autonomy. The chief cause of all this is the Admiral, who will dangle a prize of unspeakable power in front of all, so it is no small wonder he lures in a number of well-meaning but ineffective and inexperienced people, and has them deflect the blame for what he himself puts into practice.
...
And yes. This is where I found myself after the attack on the Chimaera.