"I could tell. He blamed himself for what happened to me, and I can imagine how hard it was for him when I simply never came home after Lorana and I took Outbound Flight." He'd allowed himself moment of smugness when Thrawn told him that Chaf'orm'bintrano was still an Aristocra. According to his brother, the ship had never been found, and Thrass wasn't sure if he'd be able to relocate the planet they had crashed it on. Hopefully the survivors and their descendants had built a life for themselves.

Thrass had met some of Thrawn's high-ranking officers, including Parck and Dagon. Both of them hadn't known what to make of him, but had welcomed him on board upon finding out who he was to Thrawn.

"I have a feeling that my work will be mainly administrative," Thrass wasn't a warrior like Thrawn or Altair. "But, I can see that my brother still has no head for politics, which is where you and I will be useful." Which implied that Thrawn had told Thrass that Lord Nox had experience in politics. "And I may need your guidance should I encounter anything related to the Sith or Jedi, or the Force in general."