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Thrawn nodded silently at everything said to him. He realized he'd messed up, he was willing to atone for that. He just hoped that it wouldn't end up in a Court Martial. He stood when dismissed, gave a small bow and salute, then pivoted on his heel, and walked out of the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

As he exited the room, his personal Guard snapped to attention, and he looked to them, then to the Permanent Personnel Guard standing before him. He didn't say anything still, but nodded when ushered by the guard. They followed silently, rifles at Right and Left shoulder arms respectively, while Thrawn walked in the middle.

"You'll be staying here, Admiral, until told otherwise. It ain't much... but it's enough. You'll be escorted to Chow three times a day. Have a good rest of your day." the guard, a nervous but diligent Corporal, said confidently.

"Thank you, Corporal. I'm sure it will do just fine." Thrawn said, stepping into the room. It was a simple room. It was a bedroom and bathroom. Not much else. The door closed behind him. Two of his ten Personal Guards would be posted outside his room constantly, and while they did not have keys to get into the room to ensure Thrawn didn't leave, they could get in if they needed to. They were Force Sensitive, allowing them to use basic abilities, such as a Push or Pull strong enough to knock out the door. They would yield to the Permanent Personnel, and allow them to do their jobs, but likewise, they wouldn't leave Thrawn's side.