Welcome back to more crack summaries and notes. Today it's Thrawn Ascendancy: Lesser Evil, and I am absolutely distraught after reading it.
Linked: Chaos Rising and Greater Good
Starting out strong with this one aren't we, Mr. Zahn?
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Samakro: please let this be a normal fucking side trip-
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The Springhawk: *appears*
Jixtus: Not this mf again. Give me a damn BREAK-
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Thrawn, over comms: If there are any Watith here, we have your prisoners.
Generalius Nakirre: I'm going to answer him.
Jixtus: Do NOT
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Generalius Nakirre: If you're not going to tell me, I'll just ask him.
Jixtus: nO-
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(word for word)
Generalius Nakirre: The Kilji path will prove superior
Thrawn, flatly: No. It will not.
Generalius Nakirre: Again, you dismiss our wisdom without even hearing it.
Thrawn: In my experience, superior wisdom can stand on its own merits. It does not require a warship to force acceptance.
Generalius Nakirre: You also bring a warship to this place.
Thrawn: But I do not claim to offer superior wisdom. Nor do I intend to impose my wisdom upon others.
(Thrawn, I love you dearly).
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Jixtus, quietly in the background for the last five minutes of the comm call with Nakirre and Thrawn: Oh my fucking gods, DISENGAGE. DO NOT LET HIM KNOW ANYTHING MORE ABOUT YOU-
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Nakirre, internally during the comm call and Jixtus' warnings: WHY SHOULDN'T I FUCK HIM UP? HE'S ASKING FOR IT. IT WOULD BE SO EASY.
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Thrawn: *blank stare on the bridge, facing Thalias*
Thalias: Look at him going into deep thought. *Turns back to Che'ri*
Thrawn, directly behind her now: So have you-
Thalias, jumping about a foot in the air: -STOP SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT!!!!
Thrawn: I wasn't????? Anyway, has Che'ri had anymore nightmares?
(He was sneaking but he doesn't know that lmao).
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Lamiov: *sends Ba'kif a message about Thrawn*
Ba'kif: *Dropping absolutely everything and moving faster than his colleagues would if there was all out war because his Son is up to things*
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^^^ All that was just in the prologue and I was nearly losing it lmao.
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Thurfian: *makes a decision*
Thivik: *judgemental vibes*
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Thrawn: *rattling off info about the paintings in the reception area of the Mitth crib on wherever it is that they were*
Thrass: How the fuck did you know all of that-
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Lappincyk: Larawn. Has a nice ring to it.
Me thinking of that vine: Larawn James sjsjs
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Lappincyk: Ok and what is Thrawn to you?
Thrass making a spur of the moment decision: He's my friend.
Thrawn, sitting down: :3
(That felt like a set up. Thooraki and Lamiov going "Thrawn needs someone who knows politics" and then shoving Thrass into his orbit).
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Jixtus: I have information you'll want
Thistrian: let me consult with the Patriarch.
Thurfian: Tell them to feck off. We don't want anything to do with them.
Thistrian: o h
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Ba'kif when he found out about the Magys: SORRY YOU WHAT- NO. WHAT POSSESSED YOU
Thrawn: :)
Samakro: I'll see this through. I'm in too deep.
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Thivik what's on that datacard??? WHAT DID THRASS PUT TOGETHER-
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All the Thrawn and Thrass interactions give me life.
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Zistalmu: I got a divorce.
Thurfian: babe, please. :'(
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Roscu: *blathering on & being all high and mighty while a fucking asteroid missile is lining her up*
Ziinda: Can you shut the fuck up?
Roscu: I- ok.
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Thrawn: I'll see y'all later. Uingali and I are going on a trip for a bit.
Samakro: k, bye.
later
Samakro: Where are we???
Bridge crew: idk man??
Che'ri: I'm following him. He's in danger and we need to be there.
Samakro after a lot of talking with Thalias: Oh. ok.
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Thrawn: Can you fire a charric?
Qilori: *nervous wreck* nO
Thrawn dragging him up out of his chair: You're about to learn.
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Thrass, holding a chair & ready to use it: Yeah, that's right! Drop the knife!
The thief: *slowly puts the knife down, looking behind Thrass the whole time*
Thrawn standing menacingly behind Thrass ready to deck the thief like he did his accomplices: >:)
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Thrass: Ok, Roscu, but if you did fire on us you'd be killing a Mitth Aristocra and his brother.
Thrawn: :0
Lappincyk: :D
Roscu: Damn, ok.
*after the Odo ceremony*
Thrawn: Are we actually brothers now?
Thrass: Yeah, if you want :3
Thrawn: :') ok
*cue secret sharing*
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CEDF: *trying to keep the peace in the Ascendancy on Syndicure orders*
CDF and Family Fleets, with the indignant air of a 10 yr old Sephora girl: Oh my GODS, can you LEAVE? You have NO POWER here!!!!
CEDF: Ok, fuck you. *sorts out the fighting anyway then dips off to wherever they get sent to next*
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Che'ri: I'm fine. I can cook my own food while you're gone, and Mid Captain Samakro can check in on me.
Samakro: *worried Dad being left with the kids for the first time noises*
Thalias: ok.
Che'ri: Niceeee
Samakro: *sweating bullets*
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Thalias: You Borika?
Borika, fake accent on: You a cop?
Thalias: What-
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Borika: *nice rancher lady*
Borika 0.5 seconds after Thalias mentions the Seekers program: *pulls a charric on Thalias once they're inside the house and drops the accent*
Thalias: Holy fu- HANg oN-
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TIMMY!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU LET BORIKA AND THRAWN MEET!!!!!
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Fuck the Ascendancy too btw. The systems in place are shit. Those poor sky-walkers.
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*Two families fighting*
Ar'alani having been sent to deal with it, angry admiral voice engaged: OI, STOP THAT
One gunboat: NO. YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION HERE CEDF.
Ar'alani, fed up: Flicker all of them, then drag them away from each other
Wutroow: That's going to piss a lot of people off, Admiral.
Ar'alani: idgaf. They're being stupid and putting civilians in danger.
Wutroow: Then might I suggest dragging them back to different orbital levels? if they want at it again, they'll at least have to try.
Ar'alani: Excellent thinking. Let's do that.
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Ja'fosk 20mins after they flickered everyone and are headed back to UAG: Ar'alani you need to stop hanging around with Thrawn so much.
Ar'alani: Ok but he's right.
Ja'fosk:
Ar'alani: Y'all are just haters.
Ja'fosk: Just get back to UAG.
Ar'alani: Ok.
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Ar'alani: *Firing on Dy'lothe's ship because he's ignoring her and possibly about to fuck up Thrawn's plan*
Dy'lothe: AR'ALANI, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Ar'alani, sick of CDF bs: GETTING YOUR ATTENTION. ANSWER YOUR DAMN COMMS, MAN-
(SHIP, SHIP, SHIP, SHIP)
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Dy'lothe: Acting on the Syndicure's orders-
Ar'alani: Oh, so illegal orders, then?
Dy'lothe: ...yeah
Ar'alani: ha.
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Ba'kif: Here's Thrawn's latest plan. I'm giving you and anyone else you can convince permission to go and assist him.
Ar'alani on four hours of sleep: This is completely insane and could ruin our careers.
Ba'kif: So you'll do it, then?
Ar'alani: Of course!
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Thalias: There's no bus to the spaceport-
Borika: I've got you, girlie. I'll drive you.
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Samakro: Oh yes, you're Thrawn's big, strong protector.
Thalias: yes.
Samakro: :)
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Samakro: So, here's Thrawn's plan.
Thalias: Fuckkkkk, that's insane.
Samakro: Yeah... anyway good luck with Thurfian. I'll wait here for you.
(SHIP, SHIP, SHIP!!)
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Che'ri: *possessed by the Magys*
Samakro, dad mode engaged: IF YOU DON'T LET HER GO, I'LL OBLITERATE YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE
Magys: You jest
Samakro: I do not >:)
Thalias: TAKE ME INSTEAD
Samakro: HELL NO-
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Thalias: I pulled a charric on the Patriarch.
Samakro: WHAT-
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Jixtus: And what question would that be?
Thrawn: The most critical one. Are you ready to surrender?
Everyone: oohhHhhoOhohoho, you've got some balls saying that, Senior Captain.
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QILORI KNOWS ABOUT THE SKY-WALKERS. nOOoooOOOOOOOOO
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Can we appreciate how well Thrawn's plan went? They tore Jixtus UP.
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Ja'fosk, pleased: How did Senior Captain Thrawn obtain such accurate information?
Samakro who was fully ready to admit that he fed Thalias false info because he thought she was a spy: o H, uH. Yeah he kinda just pulls things like that out of thin air, you know? I can't explain it.
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Che'ri has now met both Kivu siblings AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I think she's going to figure it out if Thalias hasn't told her yet.
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Everyone going into the chamber thinking Thrawn's going to get a promotion or something and then the Admiralty exiling him and stripping his honour chains sucker punched me in the gut. Thurfian's smugness did not help matters either. I could feel the anger from everyone in that scene.
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Sorry the way the Aristocra had everyone lined up for serious consequences instead of the commendations etc they got in the end because Thrawn took all of the blame himself to keep them in positions where they'd be able to guide the Ascendancy's forces in his absence got to me oh my gods.
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Ba'kif: We're telling you so that you don't kick up a fuss about the exile thing
Ar'alani: I would never!
(She would. She was going to)
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Ba'kif: *explaining the Clone Wars*
Ar'alani: I'm not remembering all that. Happy for them, though. Or Sorry that happened.
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(Not crack, just pain)
Ar'alani: Don't you dare leave before I say goodbye to you, Thrawn.
Thrawn: Of course not. That's not what friends do.
Timmy: *doesn't write their goodbye scene*
Me: *screaming*
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Thrawn: It's only for six months. Perhaps a year.
Ar'alani: And then you come home?
Thrawn: Yes. It will be alright.
Me: It was not, in fact, alright. seventeen-ish years and then another nine missing out on Peridea is not 1, mate.
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Ba'kif: it's a shame I'll never see you in admiral whites.
Thrawn: Nobody here is senseless enough to promote me to admiral lmao
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Ba'kif: We have time for one final meal together, if you wish
Thrawn: If you don't mind, I'd like to eat alone. There's a bistro where Thrass and I used to meet. I'd like to spend my last evening on Csilla remembering him.
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I'm not okay. Probably going to have new fics to write now. hhhhhhh. That was sad as hell at the end there.
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Also these two trilogies just highlight how little Felony understands Thrawn, and I hope all of you understand after reading the books, how badly he massacred our boy in Ahsoka. It shouldn't be, "omg we got him in live action!" anymore. It should be, "who is that blue guy and why are we being given such shit quality shows and expected to like it when the characters that mean so much to us have been reduced to having less dimension than a cardboard cut out, and that a slug could move 1 kilometer at a faster pace than the supposed plot that's scarcely here?" Have some standards that aren't six feet under, please, everyone (this is not aimed at y'all who have seen this from the start <3).
Anyway! Onto the Imperial Era I go :D
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What is “Thoorion”?
A little guide! Written by thrautistic!
Okay, so. You’re probably asking “How in the actual fuck did you come up with this ship?”
The answer is, I didn’t! My friend did, actually. @mitthurfian on Twitter! Check them out, they’re cool as fuck.
Marchion Ro, if you didn’t know, is the big bad of Star Wars: The High Republic. He is the “Eye of the Nihil” and leads the Nihil against the High Republic.
Thooraki, full name Mitth’oor’akiord, is the Mitth Patriarch, featured most prominently in the book “Thrawn Ascendancy: Chaos Rising”. He dies of old age in Greater Good.
Now. What the hell do these characters have to do with eachother?
Well.
Nothing.
This is all based on headcanons, and stories that me and mitthurfian came up with.
Below, a majority of things stated are headcanons. Be aware of that.
In this story and timeline, chiss live way longer than humans. They can live on for centuries and age slowly after reaching puberty.
Thooraki was alive during The High Republic era, as a Syndic Prime. A snobbish, arrogant young man. He sees everything as a political move.
Marchion and Thooraki meet sometime after the Great Hyperspace Disaster, but before the attack on Valo. Thooraki is on an Outer Rim planet for political purposes, but was unfortunately put in a tough situation.
The Nihil raid this planet, with Marchion leading the attack. Thooraki attempts to escape, but Ro takes interest in his ship. To him, it’s unique and he’d like to know more.
And so he goes to learn. He storms into the ship, and meets Thooraki.
Ro is smitten. After he kills all the servants on board and scaring the absolute shit out of Thooraki, he goes to him. He stares. But also mocks him.
He ends up zoning out, staring into the angry chiss’ eyes. He’s beautiful, a magnificent man. Marchion doesn’t even know what he feels, as he has never felt love before. He lets Thooraki live, after learning what he was. And then leaves the planet.
He is confused- he feels as though he’s under a curse- plagued by thoughts of fondness. He’s in love. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know what a crush is. Asgar and Shalla never taught him these things.
So he seeks out Thooraki.
And that’s where we end this post. They are doomed toxic yaoi. Oh and they’re T4T.
We will be writing a fanfic of this story, that will likely be published on my ao3!
Thank you for reading!!!
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Chapter Eight
Patriarch Thooraki was just about ready to kill a man for a decent cup of vikn. He had come all the way to Rentor to inspect some of the senior cadets for promising individuals to consider luring away to the Mitth. He had been awake for fourteen hours already due to his extremely early morning arrival and wasn't going to see a bed anytime soon. Currently, one of the administrators of Taharim Academy was walking him behind some of the outer buildings of the campus, gesturing to the massive backlot and explaining about future plans for the area and potential for expanded programmes. He really wished the other man would shut up and take him back to his transport, the Patriarch had overestimated his own stamina.
The administrator was mid sentence when the two heard a scream, a girl telling someone to stop. The administrator didn't even finish the word he was on, simply dropped his clipboard and took off towards whatever cadet was in danger at full speed. Thooraki blinks, needing an extra second to process before his lips curl in an approving little smile at the total lack of hesitation. Perhaps the cadets weren't the only ones with potential? Knowing he was bloody useless for whatever emergency was happening, he follows along behind more slowly, giving the administrator time to resolve the situation without the Patriarch most likely just getting in the way. The scene he happens on surprises him enough to make him feel fully awake.
A petite, long haired child that couldn't be any older than nine or ten that was for some reason wearing the first year remedial uniform was absolutely ripping apart three older cadets that looked to be in their final year of training. A freshman, the girl that had been screaming probably, was trying to separate the smaller boy with assistance from the administrator. The three older cadets were covered in scratches, bitemarks, bruises, what looked to be shockingly deep cuts, and various rips to their uniforms. Two of them were already backed off, sitting on the ground and sending furtive, petrified glances towards the current scuffle. One of them had a ripped bag with supplies scattered over the grass.
"Vurawn! Vurawn calm down, I'm fine, I'm alright! Vurawn, please, come here."
The girl was trying with some success to restrain the child now that the administrator had physically placed himself between the boy and his targets, and Thooraki notes with increasing interest that herself and the older boys are all wearing Irizi family patches, and the the smaller boy is not affiliated with a Ruling or Greater Family. Also, despite his downright feral behaviour, the Patriarch does not fail to see that he avoids harming the girl and does eventually allow her to hold him close from behind. The low rumble of his still-developing vocal chords would sound utterly ridiculous if it weren't for the injuries on the other three combatants and the clear anxiety they now displayed towards him. The girl steps back, taking him with her, and he offers a small, final hiss as the tension drains from him. The girl hushes him, looking frazzled and upset and trying to pry something out of his hand. Looking closer, Thooraki raises an eyebrow when he notices the plastic protractor clenched tightly enough to draw blood. So that's where the cuts had come from. Resourceful.
The Patriarch waits patiently while the rest of the drama unfolds. The girl, Irizi'ar'alani, her face and voice coloured with betrayal and hurt, claims the three boys and an accomplicethat had been waiting for her outside of her classes and set her up so they could harass her about being Vurawns' friend. The older cadets, however, claim that they had arranged to meet young Ziara out here to simply talk, as Family members do, and the boy, noe identified as Kivu'raw'nuru, had attacked them out of nowhere. The boy himself offers no defense, staying silent, hovering protectively to the right and slightly in front of Ziara for the entire conversation. She makes several small soothing gestures even as she demands with increasing heat that the older cadets be punished. Thooraki looks at the administrators face and knows that nothing will happen.
Nevertheless, he is impressed. The unusually young cadet is clearly an intensely loyal boy with no small talent in combat, he didn't appear to have more than a few bruises on him. Thooraki notes several obvious signs of long term abuse, and is satisfied that if handled properly, young Vurawn would grow to be a fine young man indeed. An interesting case, and perhaps bearing further investigation. He considers for a few moments, and makes a decision, stepping forward to interrupt.
"I will be certain to discuss this personally with the Irizi." Thooraki puts some real scandalized venom into his voice, older cadets identify him and pale immediately, understanding that this would not end well for them. The Mitth Patriarch inclines his head to Ziara slightly. "You have excellent taste in friends, cadet."
He continues for some minutes, thoroughly dressing down the senior cadets for their inexcusable behaviour and detailing precisely the consequences they could expect to recieve as members of a Ruling Family, adding some pointedly acerbic comments about his eye on their careers in future. Thooraki does not miss the curious, intense gaze of young Vurawn and the equally curious, but suspicious gaze of Ziara. Fair. The Mitth and Irizi weren't exactly friends. Still, Thooraki feels his lips curls in a small, secretive smile as all five cadets are bundled off to the infirmary. What absolutely fascinating potential, the both of them.
Irizi'ar'alani and Kivu'raw'nuru. He'd remember that.
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