[For all his few months on this ship, Thrawn has yet to make a network post of his own: he finds some of the posts here largely juvenile, preferring to stick to direct messages, in-person communication, or reaching out to others in his own time.

This is different; he wants to be just a little bit petty himself.

He addresses the ship from his desk, settling his hands down in front of him]


Good day, Richter Belmont.


When we last spoke, I had some criticism for how you and your fellow warden Zack Fair conducted yourselves as custodial wardens. I told you your roster was bloated, your methods inefficient, your punishments largely unnecessary and your standards nonexistent. You asked for my ideas: I gave them. You dismissed them.

Doubtless you and the rest of our fellow passengers are awakening to an immaculate ship. I did not treat my fellow workers as slaves or soldiers, and I did not issue them commands.

I offered them incentive.


A little creativity, a little more work, and with half the usual workforce, the ship is spotless.


Doubtless your efforts to push everyone out of custodial with your odious behaviors - metaphorically and literally - would have eventually left you only the truly brow-beaten or overly-helpful inmate to assist.

I do not plan to count myself as one of them. I will be transferring myself to Maintenance, effective immediately.

I will also hand over my outline of what I did here today, and what incentives I believe you should offer in order to motivate your beleaguered workforce. My offer comes with two conditions: that you remove your noxious punishment to the rest of the ship and that you admit publicly you were wrong.

I look forward to your reply.