After action [open]

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Thrawn had gathered and reviewed every scrap of information Stacy had about the disastrous battle with the Ohm--every after-action report, every camera angle. Now, in the Sensorium, he was watching the skirmish unfold in three unsettling dimensions. It was a reconstruction, only as good as the crews' accounts and his own tactical skill. The latter, at least, was formidable.

Parts of the battlefield were empty, grayed-out in a literal "fog of war," where Thrawn had too little information to fill them in. They shifted and flowed as the fight progressed, crewmembers and Ohm disappearing into them and then popping back into existence where the records picked up again.

Gradually, however, the blank spaces were disappearing, as Thrawn ran various scenarios and decided on the most likely. Combat would pause, reverse itself, and then resume with tiny differences, again and again, as bit by bit, with infinite patience, the Grand Admiral recreated the battle to his satisfaction.

If he had any say in the matter, no confrontation with the Ohm would go so poorly again.

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[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

Kyle stretched as he made his way to the sensoriums. He was still a bit sore from the battle, but he'd decided the best way to get past that was to go have a long sparring session, and then go home to Arha. If he hadn't gone out today he was sure she would have kicked him out anyway. There was only so much fussing over her she'd permit. With all this on his mind the last thing he was expecting when the doors to the Sensoriums opened was the Grand Admiral.

"Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was using this."

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Thrawn paused the simulation and looked over at Kyle, waving off the apology. "How are you feeling?" he asked, not noticing or not caring how out of place the courtesy would have been had their old roles still held.

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums just weren't ever free anymore, were they?

Still, Ben had to admit, their current configuration was pretty interesting. It might have been the tactical salon of any sufficiently technologically advanced species, a shifting, intricate display of symbols. It was clearly a battle, but it took Ben a moment to realize that it was the battle they'd just fought, and that at the center of it was an Imperial tactician whose reputation had survived 'til the destruction of the galaxy.

"Nice recreation," he noted admiringly, stepping further into the room.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

"Skywalker." Thrawn acknowledged the latest generation of thorns in the Empire's side with a nod. The battlefield rotated and rewound itself, replaying a five-second stretch from a fresh angle.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha had worked her way, carefully, slowly, to the sensoriums, pausing only when she caught sight of familiar images. The battle. She watched from the doorway, leaning heavily into it, and noted the directions and scenes. This was battle study.

She nodded at his choices, drawn into the process by her own curiosity. As much as she wished to say something, she did not dare interrupt. This was a thinking moment, the work of a mentat, yes? Arha sat and watched.

He would notice her in time and she, honestly, was grateful for the rest as she was to be able to witness this thing. It showed inner thought processes in a three dimensional way and it was fascinating.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Thrawn wasn't a Jedi, but he was perceptive, and Arha's movement at the doors of the sensoriums was not part of the elaborate dance he was choreographing. "Yes?" he asked, not looking away from his reconstruction.

[rogues-luck.livejournal.com]

Needless to say, after recent events, Gavin was itching to get his hands on his fighter for sim time. He had missed out on the entire battle due to a slight error in his own judgment though there wouldn't really have been a way around such things. Which was why the young man had to pause as he stepped in to the sensoriums while tugging his flight gloves on.

All around him the battle was raging in some form or fashion in a near cohesively orchestrated movements that left his jaw dropping. Gavin didn't even see the figure in the room watching the footage until he had found himself stepping further inside. It was a mess to say the least. One disastrous mess that left the youth with a soured expression across his face. Maybe he wasn't so mad he had missed it after all. "So this is the mess everyone has been talking about..." Darklighter spoke soft though with an even tone showing his discontent for the images before him.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

At that, Thrawn turned to look at the newcomer, and one blue-black eyebrow went up in as much surprise as he ever showed. "Darklighter." Thrawn knew the man from his extensive Imperial dossier, but Tycho had given no indication he was aboard during the briefing he'd given Thrawn earlier--when Gavin was busy chasing down non-existent cake.

[robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com]

John had heard of these sensoriums. Right away he was suspicious of them of course. While he now believed in the Ohm, and was ready to fight them that didn't mean he was going to start trusting the ship's AI. It was still worth investigating though. The training potential had him interested, and if he could find a control panel somewhere maybe he could find out exactly what the ship was doing with it. If there was anything he should be worried about he was sure he could disable it.

Standing at the entrance he frowned as he couldn't find a control, or access panel. Maybe it was inside? That might expose him though. This recon was adding risk by the minute. Well he at least should peek inside. When the door opened he didn't step inside instead he stayed just at the threshold, and stared at the scene inside. Whoever the blue skinned humanoid was John was positive that he was carrying out an analysis of the battle. Maybe somebody on this ship did know something about fighting a war.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

"May I help you with something?" the blue-skinned humanoid asked, not turning from his simulation. When Thrawn said it, it sounded like composed courtesy rather than sarcasm.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

The Major didn't make it a habit to wander randomly into the sensoriums in her sporadic free time. However, it was in her nature to peek, and every once in a while she found something interesting.

Something like this.

So, she settled herself unobtrusively on the wall, just inside the door, and watched, picking out Thrawn's altered points with each reiteration. If she'd been the kind to wince at this kind of embarrassment, she might have. Even to a rank amateur, the disorganized mess this fight represented was absolutely ridiculous. This man, clearly, was not an amateur.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Thrawn looked over at Kusanagi, the battle pausing itself when he shifted his attention. "Why didn't you take over the strike team?" he asked with no preamble.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"Impressive."

Tycho stood in the doorway to the sensoriums, cup of caf (real caf, thank the Force) in his hand. A mottled blotch of green and yellow bruising, as well as numerous red lines across his face which were still in the process of healing, were visible mementos of the injuries he had suffered when the building had collapsed on him.

"May I?" He stepped forward into the chamber, eyes scanning the battle laid out before them.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

"Colonel." He nodded permission. "How are you feeling?" The battle stopped mid-explosion as Thrawn politely switched his attention to Tycho.

[gunslinging.livejournal.com]

Axl had been on his way in to get in a training session, but preoccupied by other thoughts, his mind didn't quite catch up to his surroundings until he was a few steps into the Sensoriums, and it took him a moment to notice that they were already occupied.

"Oops, sorry." Maybe they needed some occupied/vacant signs for the doors.

But the reconstruction of the battle caught his attention; Axl hadn't gotten a good look at how any part of the fight save his own had gone. And as he watched the chaos play out, the half-apologetic look on his face was replaced by a wince. "Geez. I've seen training units with better coordination."

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Thrawn said dryly. "That's the sort of performance that ends careers--if anyone here had one left to end, of course."

[jesushasagundam]

Kira had entered the Sensoriums to do his own review ... only to find that it was occupied by an unfamiliar, strangely blue-skinned man - and the very battle he'd come in here to relive.

The programmer recognized the simulation program he'd helped write, once upon a time, but it was strange - there were gaps in the data. It should have extrapolated and filled those in automatically; that or the man was consciously preventing it from doing that ... but that wouldn't make any sense.

He didn't say anything, as the blue-skinned man was clearly busy, but merely stood back and observed, trying to get a sense for what was going on.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

"May I help you with something?" Thrawn asked, without turning away from his virtual battlefield.

[governmentninja]

Leon generally didn't hang out in the Sensoriums. In fact, he normally avoided them, but he was curious about this individual who had been busy looking over so much data. So today, the current Acting Captain would make an exception.

"Learn anything interesting?"

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Thrawn looked over at Kennedy as he entered, raising an eyebrow. "That depends if you're using 'interesting' as a euphemism for 'unimpressive' or not."

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

Surprise!~

"I do not see my son and his work," Vader scowled, folding his arms. If he had to wait his turn before simulating Kenobi's death over and over again, he could at least make sure Luke was given his proper due. "He routed several dozen units of the grunts."

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Well, if it wasn't Thrawn's favorite person in the entire multiverse. "Lord Vader," he said, the only sign he'd rather push the Sith Lord out an airlock than speak with him a ripple of annoyance, carried to Vader by the Force, and quickly suppressed by Thrawn's seemingly boundless self-control.

"Jedi battle tactics are harder to recreate than conventional ones. Too much variability." A swath of the map lit itself up in red, an annulus centered on a large grayed-out area. "Everything in red is measurably affected by Skywalker's actions. I'll fill in the center eventually."

[thewunderkind]

The last few days had been a blur. After the battle, Lash had stayed in med-bay while her headaches subsided from abusing her powers, and the muscle cramps, cuts and bruises hadn't helped at all either. Still, she was surprisingly in good shape compared to a lot of other people, considering. The biggest problem she had was her back hurting significantly for a few days, and some blood loss.

Now that she could properly walk again, she had come in in the hopes of recreating a few battles like those in Black Hole. Give her a taste of home, and allow her to practice her own skill. The sensoriums were taken a lot this week to her greatest annoyance, but curiosity got the better of her. Silently, she watched in fascination as Thrawn recreated the fight against the Ohm instead. Her eyes darted from the different units as they were slowly being recreated. Fascinating.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Lash." Thrawn greeted the young woman amiably enough. She lacked guile entirely, and that was a refreshing trait. "Is there something I can do for you?"

[prodigalknight.livejournal.com]

Content to help fight on the ground during the battle, Revan had escaped mostly unscathed. There were so many she had wished to save, but the chaos had made things extremely difficult even for a Jedi, bringing back memories of the attack on Taris so long ago. She now wore a different outfit (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/File:StarForgeRobes.JPG) over the usual plantsuit suit.

She had come to the sensoriums with an idea not unlike Thrawn's own, and didn't seem to be surprised to see the Chiss, crossing her arms near the door to watch him at work. So this was the man she had been briefed about a while ago. She watched the units moving around, the battle pausing and replaying itself, gaps being slowly filled out with precise calculations and skills. She new very few people herself who could manage even half of what he was doing. Now she understood why the tactician had been spoken of so highly, despite the fact he had been on the waring side of the Republic. Situations and people changed constantly, Revan herself was a reminder of that.

"Disorganized, but I see so much untapped potential, if only there was better management," she said, finally speaking with a small smile. "Forgive me for interrupting."

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

Thrawn paused the simulation and turned to Revan, acknowledging her with a gesture too large for a nod and too small for a bow. "Skill is the easy part, madam. Organization is the difficult one."

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge was one of the few who hadn't stumbled in on accident. He'd been looking for the admiral, actually. He stepped into the Sensoriums and waited at the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, for Thrawn to acknowledge his presence. Much like a certain captain used to do, back when they were on opposite sides of the war.

[grand-admiral.livejournal.com]

The military decorum was not lost on Thrawn, who paused his reconstruction and looked over at Wedge. "Yes, General?"

[icy-alderaanian.livejournal.com]

[Late, because I was out of town, but... still open?]

Tycho had told her what was going on, and in between correcting technical diagrams - rounding up or down was one thing when talking to people, entirely different in equations - Winter had decided to stop by the Sensoriums. She disliked the place, partly because the recreations most people made were always slightly off, imperfect, and that bothered her.

She had to stop when she saw it, the color leaching out of her face. The scene reminded her all too strongly of far, far too many other battlefields, and she had to grit her teeth and remind herself that that was the past. This scene had played out and concluded recently; those others were months or years, even decades in the past, however crisp and immediate they seemed.

It hadn't bothered her during the engagement itself, much, because she'd had things to do, but this scene - much more real than a neat holographic display - strongly triggered her recall, threatening even while she fought it to take her back. She knew better than to relive any memories in the Sensorium.

Winter got herself back under control before her memory could alter the scene, staring intently at one of the gray areas. Part of it might have flickered. Possibly. She put it back, though.