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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

Comments

[inthebiblicalsense]

I wouldn't say that, no. The entire fleet itself is made up of carriers and small two-manned starfighters outside of central command.

If we had more resources it might be a different story but this is about as much as we can handle. The starfighters are constantly in production, and we lose teams daily.

[Making their way to a door, Abel inputs a code and it opens to the maintenance void beneath the control room, spanning the length of the gun. It's so long it's difficult to judge the actual length, looking down the straight.]

This is essentially the last defense at the edge of Earth's galaxy. No one has gotten passed this gun in the twenty-three years we've been at war.

[And that will remain so once he's gotten his deal to end the war.]

[artistinexile]

Interesting. Are you at a lack of resources to build your fighters, a lack of people to pilot them, or both?

[Thrawn waits at the door and enters when Abel unlocks it. He's drawing calculations in his head, measuring with eerily glowing red eyes]

Explain to me how it accomplishes that.