[Credit for your thoughts, Stent.] Parck said in Cheunh in an attempt to cheer up the Commander of Mitth’raw’nuruodo’s Household Phalanx who stood next to his hospital bed in silence. Basic idioms didn’t translate well into Cheunh and vice versa.
However, Stent didn’t smile at the sheer absurdity of the literal translation. Instead, he released an exasperated exhale. [You should have told me.]
[He didn’t want you to know.] Parck said, suppressing a yawn; explaining Thrawn’s reasonings to the rogue Chiss warrior made him feel tired.
Deep down, Parck could understand why Grand Admiral Thrawn had not wanted them to know the truth behind his exile and why the clone had to be created without their knowledge. A clone wouldn't have been accepted as Thrawn’s true heir.
[He didn’t want anyone to know.] Stent corrected, his tone grim. Then he swore loudly in Cheunh, concluding it with: [I just can’t believe you made the exact same mistake. Your hair isn’t fair anymore, it turned gray with age. Perhaps you should dye it so everyone would know they are still dealing with a moactan teel.]
Parck laughed at the Chiss insult. [I guess I should.]
A soft knock at the wall interrupted them, which resulted in another loud curse coming from the Chiss.
“What now?” Stent barked in Basic at the intruder.
Chimaera’s Chief Medical Officer removed the privacy curtain, looking at the rogue Chiss warrior with disapproval. “Admiral Parck needs rest, Commander Stent. And while I am unfamiliar with your species physiology, I don’t think that standing guard for thirty hours constitutes the norm either.”
Parck lifted an eyebrow. [Perhaps you should dye your hair as well.]
Stent looked nonplussed. “Chiss are more resilient than humans.”
If the pale blue wonder kept it up, he would soon pass out from exhaustion. Only young Chiss were more resilient than humans.
“Commander Stent, for the past thirty hours you’ve been nothing but hostile to the staff and to MD-1 droids, interfering with their duties in the process. If you wish, Grand Admiral Pellaeon can order a whole platoon of stormtroopers down here to ensure Admiral Parck’s safety but you will leave the sickbay and you will do so now before I inject you with a tranquilizer for everyone’s sake.”
The glowing eyes burned the poor doctor down with a glare. “It wouldn't surprise me if those stormtroopers couldn’t hit the side of a star destroyer. When was the last time they had an eye check?”
“When was the last time you had yours?” The CMO threw back in a harsh tone.
Auch. The Imperial doctor must have noticed that Stent had difficulty reading small texts.
“Last month.” Stent said acerbically. He turned to Parck, standing tall and proud, as if the last month’s medical check-up aboard the Admonitor had revealed nothing out of ordinary. “If you excuse me, Admiral, I shall perform a thorough inspection of the Lambda shuttle.”
Read: ‘I’ll sleep in the cabin.’
Without waiting for an acknowledgment or permission, Stent strode away from the sickbay but not without throwing another hard glare at the Chimaera’s CMO.
Once the Chiss was gone, the Imperial doctor let out a sigh in relief. “I honestly thought I’d have to sedate him.”
“So did I.” Parck admitted quietly. “So did I.”
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