#maris ferasi

[thrawns-backrest]

I have a soft spot for crew dynamics and the Bargain Hunter crew hit that spot sooo well

(character closeups under the cut)

[aleeannawindstorm]

Chapter 14 of Split on AO3!

Hey, fellow Thrawn-lovers!

Sorry about the delay - I am now on ADHD meds so I'm hoping I'll use my newfound quiet and more ordered mind to update more often or at least - on some semblance of a cadence 😅

This chapter is mostly Thrawn and Maris running into trouble and has some more emotional vibes than my usual spice, but fret not - it's coming in the next ones!

And what's that? Is that a rare Luke/Mara sighting? In my Thrawn fic? Why yes, yes it is! ❤️

Thanks for reading and don't forget to let me know what you think in a comment!

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[gadmiral-thrawn]

There should be a line in Outbound flight in which Thrass threatens Thrawn into not capturing Outbound Flight by saying that he'll call their Mom

[shoulderholsterfreak]

Really wish there was more discussion about the Thrawn + Maris Ferasi situation. Like, I love how she's all idealistic and looks at him through some fucking MASSIVE rose-tinted glasses and is convinced he's some galant hero.

Meanwhile Thrawn is all "Omg that's adorable :')" *doesn't have the heart to tell her he was indirectly involved with the murder of 50,000 innocents*.

[thrawnsbeloved]

“Maris Ferasi works for the Rebels now and then her old flame Thrawn returns as an Imperial“

Here you go @ouradmiraldaala !

No béta reader involved? Sorry for any typo

Maris jumps over the barrier with ease, she crouches as she comes closer to the edge of the building. She inspects the ballet of ships and peoples on the ground. Plenty of imperial but she’s here for precise targets. She takes her watch and sends a ping to her partner staying in the ship. That’s their code. 

She takes out her backpack and starts to assemble her precision rifle. Her head is full but strangely calm at the same time, she doesn’t know the name of her target, only the ship they'll use and their rank plaque, in case they get caught it is vital information she won’t risk confessing to her captors. She understands the logic but a name or a face could help sometimes. She never shot the wrong target until now but a little hint would be appreciable. She shakes her head, all of this is useless. She will do her job as usual and go home, take a well merited cold drink and relax far away from the chaos she would have created. 

She interlocks the silencer and hears the typical “clic” telling her everything is in place. She lays down on her stomach and places her rifle at the edge of the concrete, taking a look. Her ship’s target isn’t here yet. She got big cheeses to shoot today, a grand admiral and a governor if her memory serves her well, not nobodys. She’s well aware of the daunting aspect of her task but she worked hard to see herself entrust those missions. Whoever will get to the other extremity of her canon is as well as dead.

She recoils on herself as a massive ship passes over her. That’s them. She relaxes her muscles and observes the landing strip through her sight. The footbridge slowly goes down and people start assembling at the feet of the ship. She snarls, a piece of metal is right between her and her target, impossible to aim in these conditions. She watches as her targets start walking down the footbridge, slowly revealing themself. First the black leather boots, then an elegant white uniform, the plaque, aaaaaaaand…

…

Wait…

What?

She blinks and rubs her eyes, she surely has dust in her there. She replaces herself.

…

Impossible…

Him?

“What…”

She can’t believe what she sees. How is it possible? He’s supposed to be on the other side of the galaxy. Not here! Not with… them! 

Thrawn

Her breath got stuck in her throat as she observes him discussing with two other governors. No! Between all the imperials, why him? And why her? She moves backward from the edge trying to breath, to calm herself. She feels her palms getting wet and an icy feeling spread through her spine. She feels her watch vibrating as her mate sends her pings after pings, urging her to get done with it.

She understands now, the recent victories of the Empire, even against all the odds. With him at their side everything is possible. He’s even more dangerous than any other imperial she has already killed, he’s even more worthy to be one of her targets. She grates her teeth and replaces herself, eye on the sight, finger on the trigger.

She aims at his head, breathing deeply to calm her pounding heart. She gulps, she can’t believe she’s gonna shoot one of her old flames. But it has to be done. It has to…

She looks at her dignified appearance, his hautghy expression, his inquisitive glowing red eyes and time stops. Her finger froze on the trigger.

She can’t.

Not to him.

Not to the honorable man she once knew.

Even if it’s not him anymore.

She deviates her canon swiftly and shoots. The governor collapses. She doesn't lose time here and jumps on her feet and starts running, her rifle in hand. She runs so fast to the point of losing her breath.

Next time.

She lets him go this time. But this time only. She promises herself.

Next time!

@Bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93

@al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics

[reythemandalor]

Thrawn: Excuse me, but I am up here being terribly clever and there is nobody to stand around looking impressed. Tell me, what is the point in having you all?

Eli Vanto:

Jorj Car'das:

Maris Ferasi:

Samakro:

Karyn Faro:

Gilad Pellaeon:

[tiranushka]

I do not remember what I posted, I can repeat it's a crossover between the phantom of the opera, the monster in paris, and outbound flight

[iskelan]

He taught her well. So well that he’s now confused by the offers she makes him in Cheunh and pretends he can’t understand her.