Part 2 Bebeeeeee!
art by the talented @jun-c
[Part 1]
SamakroxF!readerxThrawn
Tags: rescue mission, liberation, lovey-dovey, smut, P in V, creampie, cunni, missionary
You shiver hearing your door slide open behind you.
You remain still, pretending to sleep in the hope that whoever entered will not have the heart to wake you up and leave you in peace. You're arrival at the UAG was still some kind of secret yet, and no one visited you outside of Mid-Captain Samakro until now.
But it seems you ran out of luck…
Now the unstoppable stream of Chiss men sent to you has started to flow, and with it, your peace is gone.
Your dignity will be no more…
A piece of meat for Chiss to breed for their sick program.
You tense under the cover as you hear their steps coming closer to your bed. In a matter of seconds, you will be nothing more but an object in the hands of man for several hours until he decides he has accomplished his duties towards his Ascendancy and finally leaves you in pieces to dress your wounds and honor.
In a matter of seconds, you-
"Ch'acah?" A deep, melodic voice you will recognize among thousands resonates in the curve of your ear, a knuckle coming to caress the plump of your cheek, "Are you all right?"
You spin on your back to face the man of your dream and meet face to face a man in a balaclava.
"Thrawn?" You ask, frowning.
Thrawn takes off his mask and reveals his face to your eyes at last, hovering over your lying form, his red rubies shining in the darkness of the bedroom.
"I am here, Ch'acah." He tells you, "We will get you out of here."
A sob rises in your throat.
"Really?"
"Yes. Follow me." He puts his mask back on and extends his hand to help you stand up.
That's when you realize Thrawn isn't into his beloved uniform, but an anonymous black top and pants, nothing calling back a potential CEDF affiliation. That's also the moment you realize the automatic lights of the room did not turn on… Is there a problem with the electrical structure of the building?
"When I open the door, you run straight to the entrance, no matter if you hear gunshots, you run and you don't look back." He tells you, eyes straight on you.
You gulp, but nod.
The door slides
And you burst out of the room.
You run
And run
And run
None of the lights turn on your way, telling you that Thrawn tempered with them, and most probably all the network of security cameras in all the corridors.
You run past bodies on the ground or slouched on their chairs, eyes firmly closed.
"Oh my… Did you…?!" You can't even formulate your question.
"No, they are simply sleeping with the help of a benign gas, do not worry, and run!" He tells you right behind you.
You see that all the possible guards you could have encountered are fast asleep.
"Where are all the others?" You ask, worried to see the rest of the guards of the complex descend upon you with vengeance.
"Locked in different rooms and floors." He explains, barely breathless, "We could not possibly take on all the guards at once, so we strategically jammed all the electronic locks. But the reserve must already be on red alert; we have less than a minute to flee."
You gulp, out of breath, but accelerate even more, despite your lungs screaming at you to stop for fuck sake.
You almost scream when a second silhouette appears right next to you, masked too.
"35 seconds!" The second man announces.
Is that…? Mid Captain Samakro?
"It's doable." Thrawn assures, sprinting to your other side to protect you.
You reach the large double doors, and before you can ask how to open them, Samakro runs to a console on the side and slides a card that opens the gate towards your liberty with a freeing 'Ting'! He throws the card towards a blacked-out scientist in a white blouse, and you three burst through the doors onto the pavement.
Your heart is ready to explode with the efforts and tension. Thrawn grabs your hand and guides you toward a space car parked here. Samakro jumps behind the wheel while Thrawn closes the door on you two.
And you take off.
You gasp, looking at the secret entrance of the UAG disappearing in its urban camouflage.
Samakro tears the mask off his face with a deep breath, accelerating towards worrying speeds.
"Are… Are we safe now?" You ask, knowing perfectly in your guts that it won't be that simple.
"No. There are plenty of cameras outside the building that we could not take down. They will hunt that car down."
"So… How do we get rid of them?"
"By incriminating someone else." Samakro simply responds, eyes on the traffic.
Your eyes open wide.
Wh… What?
"Ch'acah." Thrawn commends your attention, holding a compact of blue makeup for you.
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"We arrive at the lounge." Samakro announces.
After 45 minutes of a tense ride, you arrive at the point of rendezvous with your future incriminated victim.
"Should we really do this?" You say as you see a young man waving to the car.
What did this poor guy do outside of crossing paths with Thrawn and Samakro?
"Do not pity him, he is an underling of the local mafia," Thrawn tells you, handing you a pair of sunglasses and putting on a cap that he wears low like Samakro, "With a bit of luck, the hunt for this car will end up in their demise."
"Okay…"
The man arrives at the window that Samakro lowers.
"It's very sunny right now, isn't it?" He says casually.
You frown behind the glass. It is close to midnight, and the artificial sun is certainly not up on the cavern's walls.
"Indeed, at least it is not rainy." Samakro responds in the same tone.
You realize they are exchanging passwords to recognize each other.
"Pleasure to do business with you, gentlemen, miss." The young man says, sliding a microchip of money to Samakro.
You exit the car that he enters and leave with, guiding your hunters away from you unwillingly.
Thrawn grabs your hand again and guides you inside the lounge with Samakro, who throws the microchip in a bin without a look back. They take you to the back of the place where the lockers are located. They open one and take out new outfits for you three, hurrying into cabins to change.
Your outfit consists of a burgundy turtleneck pullover and, thank the Maker, pants. The garments are long enough to hide any spot of unpainted human skin.
Thrawn and Samakro return to you in casual suits, ditching the mask and cap now that your anonymity is preserved.
"We have one last stop, and you will be free," Thrawn tells you, circling your waist with his arm protectively
You press yourself against your man, Samakro, next to you as you walk among the partying Chiss, drinking and dancing all around. Thrawn hails a cab once outside.
"To the space port." He demands.
You sit between the two towering men, feeling so small and fragile pressed between their muscular bodies, but also feeling very safe for the first time in a long time!
"Where are you going like that, the three of you?" The old driver asks, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Tasting freedom." Thrawn responds deadpan, your hand in his, your fingers intertwined.
Samakro smiles almost unwillingly while the old man bursts out laughing.
"That's good! I hope you'll find it!"
Thrawn raises your hand to his lips and kisses it tenderly.
"We will." He whispers just for you.
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You let out a deep sigh of relief.
You are now on a ship in space, speeding among the stars to get as much distance as possible between you and your pursuers. You unlock your seat belt and rise from your seat.
"All right, boys, I'll be freshening up in the bathroom."
Samakro hums and Thrawn nods, tapping on the command panel.
You enter the tight bedroom and even tighter bathroom, and undress to enter the shower cubicle to let the warmish water roll on your skin.
You close your eyes, hands on the wall, head low under the water stream.
And you burst into tears and laughter at the same time.
A weird mix of tears and choked laughs, your nervous system finally relaxing after that insane escape plan. You kneel down in the stall, letting the water hit your skin while you try to breathe desperately.
You remain like that for almost 20 minutes, wasting the precious warm water of the ship, but you are utterly unable to move a toe, observing the blue makeup washing up through the siphon.
You do not jump when you predict a gentle knock on the bathroom door.
"Ch'acah? May I enter?" Thrawn gently asks through the wall.
"Yes…!" You hurriedly cut the water and exit the stall, wrapping yourself in a towel.
"I heard you crying. Are you all right?"
"Way better now that I am out!" You admit.
Thrawn cups your wet cheek, caressing under your now red and puffy eye with a tender gaze despite his usual stern expression.
"I am terribly sorry that you had to live through all of that. I wish I were able to get you out before they caught you."
"They planned their stunt well… I did not realize I was entering a trap either…"
"It is unforgivable of me."
"Don't trouble yourself with it now, I am out, thanks to you two." You smile tiredly.
His hand releases your cheek to cup the back of your head, his free hand circling your back to pull you into a tight hug.
"I am all wet!" You protest.
"And I am relieved." He retorts, "You are free, at last."
You hesitate, not to damp his suit further, but hug him back, inhaling his reassuring musk deep into your lungs.
"Thank you, love…" You are about to cry again.
"Always, Ch'acah, always."
You finally part after a full minute of hugging, and you wrinkle your nose, realising you left a blue stain on his gorgeous suit.
"It is nothing." He reassures you, "Nothing a washer can't get rid of."
He turns to reopen the compact left on the double bed and grabs a bottle of makeup removal and circles of cotton.
"How long will the travel last?" You question, grabbing a cotton too.
"Three days, at minimum."
"Where will Samakro sleep? There is only one bed."
"There is a small sofa in the kitchen area."
You purse your lips, not really happy to relegate one of your saviors to a mere sofa. But the ship is small, and it is already impressive enough that it has space for a decent double bed. You sit down on it, wiping your arm with the circles of cotton, while Thrawn kneels down to take care of your legs.
He delicately grabs your ankle and gently cleans you of the blue stains, his red rubies on your naked skin.
"Did we arrive in time?" He asks softly, focused on his task.
You look at him, frowning in confusion. He looks back at you with his question desperately spelled in his shining gaze.
"… Yes." You nod, relieving him at last, "Apparently, my name was not put on the official list for the program yet. Only Mid-Captain Samakro visited me…"
Thrawn releases his breath and kisses your knees.
"Thank the Warrior." He presses his cheek on your thighs, hugging your waist.
You caress his perfectly coiffed hair with a tight smile.
"No. Thanks to you."
He looks up at you, his thumb caressing your hip smoothly. You smile at him, full of love and relief.
"I love you." You whisper.
"I love you more." He promises, standing up to meet your lips with his.
It is soft and tender, and long-awaited.
You moan, holding his cheeks carefully in your hands as he cups the back of your head. Your hands slide to his collar and shoulder, digging your nails into the fabric. You pull him down toward you, but he resists.
"Let's finish cleaning you, Ch'acah." He whispers against your lips.
Regretfully, you nod and open your towel, revealing your naked body to Thrawn's burning gaze. He takes new circles of cotton and gently wipes your shoulders while you resume with your belly.
"Did he please you?" He suddenly asks without stopping his action.
You raise your eyebrows in surprise.
"Samakro?"
He raises his eyes to you with a short nod.
"… Yes." You admit, "He was… Very gentle with and considerate of my predicament."
"I see…" He simply responds, his gaze returning to the stains on your clavicle.
You keep an eye on your man for a minute.
"Are you mad?" You finally inquire, stopping altogether.
He frowns at you.
"No. Why would I be?"
"I don't know… You did not return to me after he came; I thought you were mad at me." You reveal, digging your nails into the cover of the bed.
"Ch'acah." He stops too, taking your hands in his, looking up at you, "I am not mad at you and never was. It was all out of your control; how could I ever hold it against you?"
"I… Don't know. Me and my ideas, you know…"
"Ch'acah, I love and care for you. I did not come sooner because the Mid-Captain and I needed to prepare our plan and the terrain for your escape. But not once did you leave my mind. I abhorred every second away from you, and now that you are out, I will make sure you stay safe."
"Thank you…" You sadly smile at him.
He brings your hands to his lips and kisses them softly, before hugging your waist to press his cheek to your belly with a light purr. You caress his hair again, letting him snuggle against your tender tummy.
"Do you still wish for a baby with me like we talked before? Despite what happened?" He investigates with his melodic, soothing voice wrapped in hope.
The response is obvious, even if it might not be sensical.
"Yes, Thrawn… I still want a family with you."
His grip tightens around your body, and his purr deepens. He cuddles himself against your belly.
"…Thank you." He murmurs in your embrace, "I am asking so much of you, yet you indulge me each time…"
"I just wished… We could live our love in broad daylight."
Thrawn parts from you, but not before he kisses your sternum lovingly and grabs a case under the bed, "I may have a way. I have a disguise for you." He simply says, opening the case.
You lean forward to see the contents and see some… Blueish thick fluid with 2 red spots floating aimlessly. You give a side eye at Thrawn, awaiting his explanations.
"This is a living organism." He starts, "It wraps itself around you like a second skin and lives on oils and sweat our bodies produce, it will be way more convincing than some makeup."
You look back at the… slime? You let your hand hover over it, and like it could feel you, it stretches to try and grab your fingers. You lower it, and the slime… jumps at you.
You yelp and jump on your feet with surprise, awaiting pain or bites, but… You just feel like a thin oily layer was applied to your skin…
You open one eye and look at the mirror in the bathroom, and gasp. You rush to look at yourself in better detail.
Your entire body is covered in the most realistic blue skin you've ever worn.
It is so… Convincing! It looks like a real skin, not like a crude makeup hastily applied, and your eyes…
Pupils…
Sclera…
All red! Like a real Chiss!
Well, almost.
"Of course, it is not perfect." Thrawn explains, "This shade of blue skin is more common among the sick than the healthy, your eyes do not shine, and a simple cut could reveal your true skin color."
"But… But this is so much more convincing than everything else! I… I can't believe it!" Your gaze passes from the mirror to your reflection obsessively, "This is how I would look like if I were a Chiss?"
"Indeed." Thrawn smiles at you tenderly.
"Do… Do you like it?"
He tilts his head.
"It is far from unpleasant to look at, but nothing can beat your natural appearance. Especially for me."
"You do not prefer a Chiss partner over an alien one?" You worry a bit.
"I prefer you over anyone else." He simply says, grabbing your arm gently and slicing the slime to tear it off delicately from you.
Like it was trained, the slime flows from your skin onto the case. It feels like water rolling down your skin.
"You should get used to wearing it little by little; it can cause irritation to the real skin." He explains.
"So that means I can live among the Chiss?"
"Yes. With some adjustments."
"I could live with you!"
"Indeed, Ch'eo Ch'acah."
"We… We could get married?"
"We will need a solid false identity for you, but… Yes, it is a real possibility."
You giggle, unable to stand still, and throw yourself at your man, who receives you in his arms with a 'oof', forcing him to lie on the bed with you straddling him.
"Thrawn! Can you imagine? Us, together!"
"Yes." He chuckles, caressing your hair as you grip his suit, looking at him with puppy eyes, "You will be free at last, Ch'acah."
"I am so happy!" You press yourself tight against him, hugging him so hard you could cut his breath.
"(Y… (Y/n)…" He exhales, some tension in the voice.
You look at him with questions in your eyes.
"You are fully nude and pressing yourself to me. Even I have my limits, Ch'eo ch'acico." He lets you know, an ever-so-discreet shade of purple on his cheeks, but with bright, shining eyes.
You remain mute.
You kind of forgot you were fully naked and, transported by your joy, you threw yourself at your man.
You look deep into Thrawn's gaze before cupping both his cheeks and kissing his dear lips at last. He tenses up before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and waist, responding to the kiss eagerly and avidly.
You undulate your naked form on his solid body, dancing on his hard muscles and titillating him to no end. A long, deep growl starts to resonate in his thick throat and wide chest before he grips your waist with two hands and rolls on top of you quickly, pressing you down with his full weight. His hands travel your body desperately while he devours your mouth, tongues dancing and hugging like a serpentine tango.
He seizes your two hands in one fist and forces them above your head while he commands the choreography of the kiss. He spreads your thighs open with his free hand and starts humping your naked cunt.
It takes no time to feel the bulge growing against your bare cunt, his breath catching in his throat. Thrawn pecks your lips and lowers himself, trailing his wake in soft kisses.
Your mouth
Your jaw
Your throat
Your clavicle
Your sternum
Your belly
And finally, your Venus mond. He holds your waist tight, head hovering over the little plumpness of flesh. He tenderly kisses it, reverently paying homage to your womb like a holy relic, eyes shining like flames without any pupils, breath trembling.
He brushes his nose tip against your mound and lowers again, ending up between your wide-open thighs.
"Do you want this…?" He asks with ragged breath, skin so hot it could burn yours.
"Yes. Take me, Thrawn, I want you!"
The low growl in his throat progresses into a relieved purr, and he softly kisses your inner thighs before diving his nose into your pubes, taking a big whiff of your most sexual pheromones and musk.
You shudder, feeling his warm tongue taking a long and sloppy lick at your exposed cunt. You exhale a shaky breath, ending up in a mewl as he licks you up and down consciously, trailing your slit up and down with the flat of his tongue.
He coats your pussylips and pubes with his saliva, marking his territory as Chiss can smell pheromones, signaling that you were taken by a proud Chiss male who laid claim on you.
A Chiss male who would protect you from others if need be…
You moan and wave your spine as he works your cunt diligently, your pleasure as the sole focus. He grabs handfuls of your thighs with his large hands to keep you prisoner of his love as he reveres your body on his knees.
Like you would want to be anywhere else than between the hands of your Chiss!
You grab his head, combing your fingers through his locks before taking a fistful to press his head to your cunny. Thrawn's purr perks up joyfully, and he laves at you ardently, savoring your raw feminine taste on his tongue. He separates your pussy lips with two fingers and locates your little clit and immediately gets to work.
He seals his lips around your palpitating bud, sucking like hard like a vacuum. He makes it roll between his lips like a candy before tapping it and crossing it with the dart of his tongue. Each of his movements sends waves of pleasure through your pulsating pearl, reverberating through your entire core, gorging itself with blood, puffing up your fluffy inner walls in preparation for intercourse.
You whimper, your thighs trembling as he teases you to not end.
He releases your thigh to grab your hips between his two hands, allowing you to wrap your legs around his solid neck, caging his head between the meat of your thighs. He does not mind a second, focusing on your folds and clit, his saliva and your essence rolling down his chin onto the sheet.
He eats you out like a pro and loudly. He lets out the most guttural and satiated groans and growls, mixed with his excited purr, giving you the impression of being in the presence of a tiger. You shake and whine as his purr makes his tongue vibrate against your clit, whipping hard and true like he knows so well.
You throw your head back as your pussy leaks onto the fabric of the blankets.
"Oh my maker…. Thrawn…!" You gasp, at the end of your rope.
And suddenly
Something snaps in your core.
Your back arches impressively, your toes curling as you let out a silent scream, pressing Thrawn's head hard against your gaping cunt, squirting into his wide-open mouth, happy to receive your slick on his eager tongue.
Thrawn purrs despite the lack of air, suffocating into your pubes as the tension courses through your entire limbs, clenching your thighs around his head. But he would happily die between your thighs; that is not a problem for him, it would be his honor!
You finally relax, the tension diluting in your veins, and you release his head at last. He tenderly kisses your gaping pussy several times, his thumbs caressing the skin of your waist before he stands up.
Panting
Disheveled
And Hungry.
Now that he is standing, you can see his bulge; the fabric stretched.
The sheer size of it….
He loses no time opening his jacket, getting rid of it, and his shirt, before opening his pants' sealer, he reveals his boxer, already a damp stain on the front, proof of his excitement. You lick your lips in anticipation as you readjust your position on the bed.
His face is stern and collected, but his muscles roll energetically under his blue skin, and his eyes burn so bright, no pupils are visible anymore, a quirk that either shows ire, hate…
Or deep sexual excitation.
He gets rid of his shoes, pants, and boxer, setting his hard erection free at last, and joins you on the bed, crawling on top of you with a rumbling growl, his thick muscles flexing impressively in contrast to your softer body.
You feel so fragile in his hands, but you know he always takes the utmost care of you at all times.
"Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah b…" Thrawn whispers, his large chest rising up and down as he lies on top of you, caging you under his protective frame.
He captures your lips tenderly, dancing together sensually, tongue meeting and hugging lovingly.
His hands spread your thighs open, aligning his girthy length with your entrance, and pressing his tip to your quivering ring of flesh. He pushes past it and enters your tight canal, invading your most secret place like you've been craving at last.
You moan, feeling your inner muscles part and stretching to allow him passage, your dripping essence and his pre-cum helping his massive size to fit in. He couldn’t take you without making you orgasm at least once first.
It just won't fit either way, and he would hate to cause you pain for a thing as undisciplined as simple impatience. He will take his time and do things by the book!
He keeps pushing and pushing, getting deeper and deeper until, finally, he weighs down your stomach, fully seated inside of you. You open your mouth agape in a silent mewl, prisoner of your lover's embrace.
"Is it painful, Ch'acah?" Thrawn asks, pecking your mouth, nose tip, and jaw carefully.
"No…" You breathe through your nose, "Move, please, move…!" You beg.
Thrawn kisses your lips reverently and starts a slow thrusting movement, slipping in and out easily with how wet you are.
It is steady and peaceful, delightfully massaging your inner walls and scratching your inner spots.
"Warrior, you are so tight, you strangle me…" He purrs, deep kissing you.
The bed creaks and complains under your movements as Thrawn slowly but steadily increases the rhythm. Quickly, the room is filled with the raw scent of sex and musk, and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh mixed with moans and groans, making you oh so deliciously dizzy, and you cannot focus on anything else but Thrawn's big cock fucking you raw.
"I love… you… Thrawn…" You pants, in your delirium.
"I love you more, Ch'acah." He promises, kissing your mouth.
You lower your gaze to witness his cock getting swallowed by your warmth, a creamy 'O' at the base. You cannot help but whine at that lewd view.
It is so utterly obscene, so enthralling, so toxic…
So irreverently delicious!
Thrawn rolls his hips deep into you, burying himself up to the hilt with fast motions while you circle his hips with your legs, locking him up with you until you concede to let him go. You sigh and gasp as his shaft enters and reenters your gaping pussy, filling you up like a decadent cream puff.
He pounds you down roughly into the mattress, bullying his length into you, carving the inside of your pussy into his perfect measurements. He snaps his hips, growling and purring while languorously kissing you to rob you of your breath.
The pace is hungry
Reckless
Desperate…
He makes love to you like he is about to die, and this is his last hope to show you how he loves you.
And you welcome him like heaven's grace.
You feel goosebumps prickling your skin, your sweat rolling, the coarse sheet under you, Thrawn soft and thick skin brushing yours. You circle his shoulders and force him down on top of you, hugging him so tight you could choke him, but he chuckles shortly, caressing your back lovingly.
His two hands are infinitely softer than the sheer plowing he provides you, giving a nice balance between the rough and the soft, an edge you love to walk.
You feel your inner muscles contracting like waves as his shaft slips in and out with relative ease, considering his measurements. You feel a second heartbeat in your clit, sprinting, puffy, and full of blood, palpitating with enthusiasm.
You whimper in the kiss, drooling all over your jaw at how messy it is.
But Thrawn loves it messy and sloppy. He leaves you out of breath and pussy aching for an encore. You only feel complete and whole when he enters you, and your heart stops crying when he holds your hand in his.
You're not one to believe in fate, but maybe you could believe in soulmates, and yours just so happen to be a Chiss strategic prodigy, a proud Senior Captain.
The only one who can soothe your nightmares, and after what you went through, you will need to spend the next nights in his secure embrace… Head resting on his strong heartbeat.
You shudder as his tip brushes a secret spot at the deepest of your core, making your legs tremble terribly.
"Fuck… Stop that!" He pants, "You are choking the life out of me."
You giggle in the languorous kiss and voluntarily clenched your pussy walls all around his girthy cock, earning a loud growl out of your lover.
"Stop,… Or I will finish too early…"
That would be a first!
He who always makes sure to cum after you, that would slash his ego.
"Really?" You muse devilishly, doing it again.
You feel his entire body tensing up and hardening in your grip.
"Yes... You always give me so much, I have to… Remain focused to make sure you cum first…"
Oh he should not have told you that!
You grin in the deep kiss and start kneading and massaging him with your inner muscles with all your might to make him cum the fastest.
"Fuck…! Woman, you…!" He growses.
One of his hands reaches for your clit and starts teasing it harshly, crossing it and whipping it rapidly, sending pure, raw shockwaves of pleasure through your veins, clenching up all your limbs. You throw your head back with your mouth open, a silent plaint escaping you as he attacks your neck, accelerating his ministrations on your little bud.
And…
You scream, all your body tensing up, your toes curling, your back arching, and fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as the tsunami of your orgasm crashes down upon you, ravaging everything in its devastating wake.
Thrawn groans and purrs, his thrust erratic as your pussy squeezes him up so tight it tries to retain him inside.
And finally
In a final hip roll
He comes deep inside, painting your inside in white as your cunt milks him for all his worth, thick, warm ribbon of seed squirted inside of you.
Your two bodies relax together, falling onto the bed with a 'oof', embracing each other, limbs entangled as they should.
He raises his head to look at you with silent disapproval.
You almost did it! You almost made him cum before he satisfied your body fully.
You look back at him with an innocent smile, batting your eyelids at him.
He sighs, shaking his head.
"You will be my death, Ch'eo (Y/n)." He huffs.
You lower his head back to peck his lips with a giggle, squeezing him in your embrace.
"I love you too, Ch'acah."
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Your mouth hangs open, all words escaping you at once…
1 month after your incredible escape, you are living with Thrawn in his apartment on Csilla as
"(Y/n)'(F/n)", slowly assuring your grasp around Cheuhn and Chiss' ways of life in your blue "costume".
Life is not easy, but it is yours, and a routine naturally took place.
But now…
This
Will put all this peace in peril, and you cannot face it alone!
So you grab your comm and start typing an urgent message to the only other two people possibly responsible for that situation on such a short window.
You select Thrawn and Samakro, who gave you his personal comm line number, and click send.
A simple message, but that is anything but simple in practice.
"I am pregnant."
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