can someone help me i need to find out how to edit GLM files. if you know how tell me or at least tell me how i can find out.
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Thrawn was sitting uprite in his chair, his face strangely calm. In the middle of his chest, a dark red stain was spreading across the spotless white of his Grand Admiral's uniform. Glittering in the center of the stain was the tip of Rukh's assassins's knife.
Thrawn caught his eye; and to pellaeon's astonishment, the Grand Admiral smiled. "But," he whispered, "it was so artistically done."
The smile faded. The glow in his eyes did likewize ... and Thrawn, the last Grand Admiral , was gone.
"Captain Pellaeon?" the comm officer called urgently as the medical team arrived-too late-to the Grand Admiral's chair. "The nemesis and stormhawk are requesting orders. What shall i tell them?"
Pellaeon looked up at the viewports. At the chaos that had erupted behind the deffenses of the supposedly secure shipyards; at the unexpected need to split his forces to its deffense; at the Rebel fleet taking full advantage of the diversion. In the blink of an eye, the universe had suddenly turned against them.
Thrawn could still have puled an imperial victory. But he pelaeon ,was not thrawn.
"signal to all ships" he rasped. the words ached in his throat, in the way that had nothing to do with the pain of Rukha's treaterous attack. "Prepare to retreat."
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Thrawn was sitting uprite in his chair, his face strangely calm. In the middle of his chest, a dark red stain was spreading across the spotless white of his Grand Admiral's uniform. Glittering in the center of the stain was the tip of Rukh's assassins's knife.
Thrawn caught his eye; and to pellaeon's astonishment, the Grand Admiral smiled. "But," he whispered, "it was so artistically done."
The smile faded. The glow in his eyes did likewize ... and Thrawn, the last Grand Admiral , was gone.
"Captain Pellaeon?" the comm officer called urgently as the medical team arrived-too late-to the Grand Admiral's chair. "The nemesis and stormhawk are requesting orders. What shall i tell them?"
Pellaeon looked up at the viewports. At the chaos that had erupted behind the deffenses of the supposedly secure shipyards; at the unexpected need to split his forces to its deffense; at the Rebel fleet taking full advantage of the diversion. In the blink of an eye, the universe had suddenly turned against them.
Thrawn could still have puled an imperial victory. But he pelaeon ,was not thrawn.
"signal to all ships" he rasped. the words ached in his throat, in the way that had nothing to do with the pain of Rukha's treaterous attack. "Prepare to retreat."