"I know a thing or two about prideful men and women, believe me. They will confuse lashing out for taking control of the situation, and end up losing more than they can afford to, and then scratch their heads and wonder why they're utterly ruined at the end of it all."

Pride wasn't a bad thing, but when pride outpaced one's abilities, when it burned away reason, then it could be disastrous. And the higher up the food chain prideful fools got, the worse for anyone under their command.

Altair felt sorry for all those whose lives would be wasted due to their idiot superiors. Not much they could do as of just now, of course, but hope that there would still be something to salvage when they got there. The common people probably wouldn't notice much difference as of just now, but if left alone for long enough, the situation could get dire.

"Assuming it's up to the current standard for ships by that time. It's still some ways off from actually being useful. I'm still going through all the information that's been pulled off of its computers, too."

Not to mention that it still needed an actual crew. Loyal to Thrawn first and him second. All in good time, of course. And he did actually need Thrawn's input there.

"I still haven't figured out how it ended up on Iokath. Back in my own time, I last saw when assisting in turning the Meridian Complex to slag on Corellia. It was on its way back to my Alliance's headquarters after that, but..."

Well, he'd disappeared soon after.

"Perhaps I should just be happy we found it, but I can't help but be curious. Maybe I should just be happy that it probably means Krovos didn't get her claws on it after my... Unfortunate second disappearance that I never returned from. It might be the past, but thinking of it in the hands of a woman happy to bomb civilians as a diversion makes me sick."

However long ago it was, he was glad that the galaxy was spared that, at least.