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@llthrawnll
So I have Hux, Kylo, Thrawn and Pryde. What if I just made them all bicker with each other?
āIād love to see Thrawn put Hux in his place. Or even Pryde. Just swipe that awful smirk off of his face.āĀ
āI am so tired of you creating chaosā¦ Someone give me wine.ā
āChildren children children...ā
hux-capacitorā:
Hux narrowed his eyes at the hologram. He hadnāt mentioned the Resistance. He had head about Thrawnās intellectual prowess, but this bordered on suspicious. He wanted so badly to trust his hero, but his loyalty to the First Order kept him wary.Ā
āYes, I am a General of the First Order.ā He said stiffly.Ā āAlthough I donāt know if I would call us the Next Generation of the Empire.ā Many did, but it was discouraged, for the sake of optics.Ā
āI will brief you on retrieval,ā he added, wanting to end the call, to think this over.Ā āStay in one place, it will make it easier to find you.ā And with that, he ended the transmission, frowning, and headed off towards the hangar. The rescue party would be small, perhaps composed only of a pair of stormtroopers. He was perfectly capable of flying the shuttle, and he didnāt need a large crew to know about this.
"I will wait right here. Look for an imperial star destroyer. Chimaera is where I am now." His poor ship that had once been so full of life. Now he was the only one alive in the wreckage. "Thrawn out."
Thrawn started gathering his belongings into a crate. Mostly memories and art. And his grand admiral uniform still white as ever. He waited for the rescue party and hours later they did come. Freedom was so close Thrawn could almost taste it. He dragged his crate out of the fallen Chimaera and watched the shuttle land.
"General. Thank you for coming." Thrawn said smoothly and smiled. People! Other people. It was so much food for his mind already. Also the General's hair was a pretty colour and belonged in art. "I am very thankful and I owe you."
@hux-capacitor
Thrawn was relieved that finally after years of trying, someone had received his message. He immediately went to connect to the call. The machine could work holos too but he hadn't expected that to happen, waiting for only sound. It flickered to life though, and Thrawn walked into the range of the recorder. A military man with ginger hair met him. Thrawn couldn't say he recognized the uniform but it looked imperial.
"I assumed as much..." He wanted to ask which year it was and if the Empire had won the war. But first he wanted to get the hell out of there, wherever he was.
"I'd like to request a rescue... This is a deserted planet and I have no way out. You look like someone who could do that for me. Of course, I'd pay." Thrawn stood tall with his hand behind his back out of habit. Oh how good it felt to talk to someone...
Hux arrived in his office, turning on the holoprojector and walking into the beam, running fingertips over his lips thoughtfully as he listened. It was remarkable to see the man in front of him, animated as if alive. He wasĀ alive, in point of fact. He shook his head.
āThere will be no need for payment. The First Order is veryĀ interested in the successful retrieval of Grand Admiral Thrawn.ā He spoke as if he represented the whole of the First Order, not having bothered to talk this through with the Supreme Leader first. He didnāt care what the Supreme Leader thought, thisĀ took precedence.Ā
He pursed his lips in something that might almost be called a smile.Ā āWould you be so good as to send us your coordinates, Grand Admiral. Iāll see to it that a rescue party is dispatched immediately.ā And with himself at the helm.
The First Order. Thrawn started analyzing what the name gave him. Order. So there was disorder or chaos in the galaxy and this is what it created to go against it, which meant Empire wasn't there anymore to keep the order. Thrawn hummed quietly. Perhaps his wishes of Empire's win hadn't been fulfilled. The Republic would take over and... Probably call themselves something unoriginal like the New Republic.
"Of course." Thrawn knew he could trust this man this much. He was making decisions on his own and talking for the whole organization which meant he was high up in the hierarchy... Thrawn sent him the coordinates of where he was, and smirked. Soon, he'd be free of his exile.
"You're a general of the First Order and you fight against the New Republic? You are the next generation of the Empire?" He took a wild guess, without the man telling him any more information yet.
@hux-capacitor
Thrawn was relieved that finally after years of trying, someone had received his message. He immediately went to connect to the call. The machine could work holos too but he hadn't expected that to happen, waiting for only sound. It flickered to life though, and Thrawn walked into the range of the recorder. A military man with ginger hair met him. Thrawn couldn't say he recognized the uniform but it looked imperial.
"I assumed as much..." He wanted to ask which year it was and if the Empire had won the war. But first he wanted to get the hell out of there, wherever he was.
"I'd like to request a rescue... This is a deserted planet and I have no way out. You look like someone who could do that for me. Of course, I'd pay." Thrawn stood tall with his hand behind his back out of habit. Oh how good it felt to talk to someone...
@general-kalani:
āQuite.ā This Thrawn replied, watching the other closelyā¦ He was trying to figure out what had allowed this specifically. Surely something logical and not force-related. āHow did you get aboard my ship?ā He asked, raising a brow very lightly at him as well.
āYour ship?ā Thrawn quirked up his brow, his expression cool even though the situation was mostly odd. This couldnāt be a hallucination since there were no reasons why heād have one.Ā āI believe you are mistaken, this is my ship. Where did you come from?ā
The new novel, out today, sees the Chiss tactician crossing paths with the Empireās finest -- Krennic, Tarkin, and more.
Information about the Chiss/Csilla from Star Wars: The Essential Atlas.Ā
Bonus:
[The Nagai physiology clearly indicates they have some kinship with humans, but exactly how they came to Companion Besh is unknown. Some anthropologists have postulated that the Nagai are an offshoot of the Chiss, but neither speciesā history or even legends offer a clue.]
general-kalaniā:
Tarkin of course had to slightly smirk back.Ā āBut of courseā¦ Receiving then, is better. Especially from you.ā Absolutely no shame whatsoever.
āInterestingā¦ā Thrawn hummed thoughtfully and approached Tarkin casually. There were no indications at all of what heād do next. He patted Tarkinās uniform as if he was straightening it, ran his hand down and suddenly grabbed his crotch hard. He pushed his back into a wall too.Ā āLetās see if I can make you forget todayās battles.ā
āI think youāre already doing a wonderful job at that, Grand Admiralā¦ā Tarkin muttered lowly, doing his absolute best to keep his sanity and not letting an erection go free in secondsā¦ But oh he loved it so much, he had no real set thing to do other than enjoy it greatly.Ā āI donāt expect you to hold back now, do I?ā
Thrawn palmed Tarkinās growing erection through his uniform pants, giving him as much friction as he could. He wanted to drive the man crazy from the beginning. āIf I didnāt hold back, youād be screaming so loudly under me the whole ship would know what we were doing.ā Thrawn purred.
He moved both of his hands up to cup the older manās face and he kissed him slowly. He pushed his thigh between his legs and continued with the pressure there.
Tarkin was absolutely biting his lip to attempt to keep himself quiet, nonetheless the others actions were absolutely driving him crazy behind the quickly losing battle of keeping a professional and calm face.Ā āI donāt think Iād mind one bit of my reputation goes down because of being so loud during our momentā¦ā He muttered lowly, though biting his lip a little to try and attempt to keep quiet.
Tarkin must have either been drunk on excitement or wanted to play a little. Thrawn knew neither of them would really want anyone to know, but he could play into that. "Oh really? Even if they call you a grand slut You wouldn't mind? They'd know you are mine." Thrawn smirked and bit his lip.
general-kalaniā:
Tarkin of course had to slightly smirk back.Ā āBut of courseā¦ Receiving then, is better. Especially from you.ā Absolutely no shame whatsoever.
āInterestingā¦ā Thrawn hummed thoughtfully and approached Tarkin casually. There were no indications at all of what heād do next. He patted Tarkinās uniform as if he was straightening it, ran his hand down and suddenly grabbed his crotch hard. He pushed his back into a wall too.Ā āLetās see if I can make you forget todayās battles.ā
āI think youāre already doing a wonderful job at that, Grand Admiralā¦ā Tarkin muttered lowly, doing his absolute best to keep his sanity and not letting an erection go free in secondsā¦ But oh he loved it so much, he had no real set thing to do other than enjoy it greatly.Ā āI donāt expect you to hold back now, do I?ā
Thrawn palmed Tarkin's growing erection through his uniform pants, giving him as much friction as he could. He wanted to drive the man crazy from the beginning. "If I didn't hold back, you'd be screaming so loudly under me the whole ship would know what we were doing." Thrawn purred.
He moved both of his hands up to cup the older man's face and he kissed him slowly. He pushed his thigh between his legs and continued with the pressure there.
general-kalaniā:
Tarkin of course had to slightly smirk back.Ā āBut of courseā¦ Receiving then, is better. Especially from you.ā Absolutely no shame whatsoever.
āInteresting...ā Thrawn hummed thoughtfully and approached Tarkin casually. There were no indications at all of what heād do next. He patted Tarkinās uniform as if he was straightening it, ran his hand down and suddenly grabbed his crotch hard. He pushed his back into a wall too.Ā āLetās see if I can make you forget todayās battles.ā
@general-kalani:
āI suppose that would be dependent on who it is. And what term we are meaning in this of course.ā
Thrawn smirked, winked at Tarkin and raised his glass of wine.Ā āDid that clear anything?ā
general-kalaniā:
āOf course. Anything else you recommend we do?ā Tarkin then asked, looking up to the other, there wasnāt going to be much to do back here. so he might as well try hard to appeal to Thrawn as much as possible. He merely had one meager plus at the moment, and for now that wouldnāt be enough if he was going to lead this mission.
āNo. Otherwise I am satisfied with your plan, Grand Moff.ā That was the best compliment he would get for now. Thrawn knew the plan would work but he wouldnāt say that just in case something out of his control changed the variables.Ā āYou have my permission to continue forward with it. Handpick the men you want closes to us.ā
general-kalaniā:
āPersonally yes we should send some droids but we should be inconceivably clever about it. Maybe the droids could be very small and undetectable or launch a diversion attack of sorts. If we get their focus elsewhere but the caves, navigating through said caves will be no trouble with the extra few droids going through them with our main attack force.ā
Lord he hoped he stated that all correctly.
āSmall droids. Diversion attack is a bad idea, we donāt want them to know we know their location.ā Thrawn went through the droids he had, the holos over the table changing until he found what he wanted.Ā āWe could use these ones, paint them in rebel colours before we send them out. It should help even a little. Then we wait for the data and after that you may plan the attack in more detail.ā
general-kalaniā:
Of course Tarkin was only just a few minutes earlier than needed and sighed very quietly to himself with the whole no alcohol thing. Luckily he took a quick swig earlier just to keep his mind somewhat in check and started up his datapad once more, checking that the plan was perfectā¦ To himself at least. He knew that the other man would bring up plenty of flaws about it since it was the Grand Admiral but what was he going to do about it?
āIt is a clever idea to use the caves underground to surprise the rebels and attack from inside but how do you propose we know which direction to take in the caves? Are you suggesting we send droids to map out all the caves first? If so, we should sent them immediately. BUT. They could blow our surprise if found.ā
āThe last thing I need is a companion, Grand Admiral. I have no need or interest for them.ā A touchy subject for Tarkin. A very heavy one.Ā āAnd the last thing I need to do is go on vacation.ā If anything, he was pale to hell and he would rather be at hell than go by any sort of beaches orĀ āvacationsā.
Thrawn chuckled. He knew what Tarkin craved more than anything was just something to distract him from something. Whatever it was that made him drink so heavily. Humans were so dramatic sometimes. āHave you had any ideas for the plan yet? Ideas that you came up with while sober.ā
Finally, a true and better topic and question lining.Ā āI do have some for when I was sober. Otherwise, not much else. If I had a datapad personally keeping track of the ideas would be better and if I knew the battlefield I will be making the plan on that would make things easier but besides from that not much else.ā
āYou have a personal datapad in your quarters, Grand Moff, or have you not noticed it? Youād know the details of the planet if you had found it.ā Perhaps he had been too drunk to. āThe terrain is full of mountains, and the base we are attacking is inside one. Should give you some wished difficulty, isnāt it right?ā
Oh he really was hating his drunken self sometimes and he gave a low sigh. Course they were in his quartersā¦Ā āYes, the added difficulty will be fine but nothing I canāt handle. Iāll be in my quarters if you require my presence at all.ā He stated, a quick way to hide his embarrassment and such as he turned on his heel now and began walking to his quarters.
Thrawn gave Tarkin the peace to work on his plan. He didn't contact him during the three days, only sent him a message where he should meet him to present his plans. There was no alcohol there for him this time.
āThe last thing I need is a companion, Grand Admiral. I have no need or interest for them.ā A touchy subject for Tarkin. A very heavy one.Ā āAnd the last thing I need to do is go on vacation.ā If anything, he was pale to hell and he would rather be at hell than go by any sort of beaches orĀ āvacationsā.
Thrawn chuckled. He knew what Tarkin craved more than anything was just something to distract him from something. Whatever it was that made him drink so heavily. Humans were so dramatic sometimes. āHave you had any ideas for the plan yet? Ideas that you came up with while sober.ā
Finally, a true and better topic and question lining.Ā āI do have some for when I was sober. Otherwise, not much else. If I had a datapad personally keeping track of the ideas would be better and if I knew the battlefield I will be making the plan on that would make things easier but besides from that not much else.ā
"You have a personal datapad in your quarters, Grand Moff, or have you not noticed it? You'd know the details of the planet if you had found it." Perhaps he had been too drunk to. "The terrain is full of mountains, and the base we are attacking is inside one. Should give you some wished difficulty, isn't it right?"
