[Thrawn calls, as the door slides up to reveal...rather the opposite of Florian's own cabin, at least in part.
The walls, the floor, and the ceiling are charcoal grey, durasteel plating in the sort of rigid hegemony typical of mid-stage Empire starships. Very little furniture has been designed for comfort, instead taking on a utilitarian, almost brutalist architecture with sharp lines and white neon backlighting, in a way to make everything feel sterile and inhuman. This is a part of a ship that was one of many, a standardized look probably designed by someone who hated their officers feeling any sort of comfort, even the one to whom the cabin belongs.
But there are, strangely, parts that Thrawn has made his own. He sits at his desk, an enormous half-circle with him at the center of it, several chairs positioned around it, but behind him is a large indentation: a piece of art, bronze, of two four-eyed lizards in profile standing on angled triangles, using long fingers to grip the top-most edge. They stand guard over a bronze circle.
There's one large, tilted window which is shuttered, giving the room an eerie, incandescent quality with the low neon lighting and the glowing hologram table Thrawn sits at. A small door likely leads to his bedchambers; this is his office aboard the Chimaera, and as such houses some of his physical art pieces, including a featureless grid of display cases with small statues and relics of his times in other places.
Thrawn stands as Florian enters out of respect, hands at his back.]
Re: One Minute After The Announcement
[Thrawn calls, as the door slides up to reveal...rather the opposite of Florian's own cabin, at least in part.
The walls, the floor, and the ceiling are charcoal grey, durasteel plating in the sort of rigid hegemony typical of mid-stage Empire starships. Very little furniture has been designed for comfort, instead taking on a utilitarian, almost brutalist architecture with sharp lines and white neon backlighting, in a way to make everything feel sterile and inhuman. This is a part of a ship that was one of many, a standardized look probably designed by someone who hated their officers feeling any sort of comfort, even the one to whom the cabin belongs.
But there are, strangely, parts that Thrawn has made his own. He sits at his desk, an enormous half-circle with him at the center of it, several chairs positioned around it, but behind him is a large indentation: a piece of art, bronze, of two four-eyed lizards in profile standing on angled triangles, using long fingers to grip the top-most edge. They stand guard over a bronze circle.
There's one large, tilted window which is shuttered, giving the room an eerie, incandescent quality with the low neon lighting and the glowing hologram table Thrawn sits at. A small door likely leads to his bedchambers; this is his office aboard the Chimaera, and as such houses some of his physical art pieces, including a featureless grid of display cases with small statues and relics of his times in other places.
Thrawn stands as Florian enters out of respect, hands at his back.]