#springhawk

[anastasiiaosypova]

Picket Force Six under command of Admiral Ar'alani

Creating logos for Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet Ships. Springhawk and Grayshrike are now joining Vigilant.

[soursherbat]

whats better than this? just two buns dancing together?

(he/him for the small bunny!)

[ghostlyvallient]

I like to think that the crews of the Vigilant and Springhawk have a leaderboard of “most swear words used in a cohesive sentence” Ar’Alani has first, second, and fourth, Samakro has third and Lakinda (unbeknownst to her) has fifth. Most of these records come from people talking about Thrawn.

[ladykagewaki]

Best with sound on

Needless to say, Thurfian and Thalias are to be separated at least… five planets apart. Samakro, Thrawn and Che'ri are ✨traumatized✨ lololol

[stealingpotatoes]

You've read thrawn?!?! Finally I found someone who knows thrawn!!

Eli is precious. And he has such an important Job at the springhawk.

I am so confused about Thrawn being half canon and half legends. Everytime I try to understand it I get confused.

Krennik is so annoying. I hoped he would get stuck with his cape in an automatic door.

Have a good weekend!

yes!!! reading the new thrawn trilogy actually what got me back into star wars properly (so really u can thank my Thrawn-obsessed friend Laura for all my star wars comics nowadays loll)

eli is SO GOOD eli stan protection squad he's never done anything wrong in his life i love him sm and need to draw him more!!! also yes youre so right krennic belongs in an automatic door that would solve a lot of people's issues <3 eli can and should take a selfie with krennic stuck in the door

[warlordthrawn]

Samakro: I hate Thrawn’s fucking guts.

Springhawk crew member: Yeah he sucks.

Samakro, rolling up his sleeves: What the fuck did you just say about your commanding officer?

[vibratingskull]

Hello dear👋

Can I as for a Thrawn xF!reader

Reader Is force sensitive, and when she was young, she was kidnapped and used for her abilities .

At some point, the ascendancy "rescued" her only to put her in service as a Skywalker .

Now as an adult, she serves under Thrawn and they fall in love, but she has plans to run away. she feels like the chisss are treating her like something beneath them, only good for her abilities not much better than those that have taken her before .

Hi dear ! Will they be strong? Will love prevail? Well you just have to read...

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : enslavement, casual xenophobia

You shudder. 

And the lights subside. 

You deeply breathe and take out your sensory-depriving helmet. With a resounding thud, the Springhawk leaves hyperspace to regain normal space, a massive green planet taking half of the bay. Slowly you are coming back to your senses, feeling all the Chiss around you agitating themself at their tasks and duties, blatantly ignoring you. 

You don’t really mind. In fact, you prefer it that way, it allows you to come back at your pace and in peace without having to pretend to be polite to someone else. Descending from that high takes a toll on your body and mind and you usually don’t have it in you to be nice and agreeable to your colleagues. 

Colleagues... 

Jailers would be more appropriate. 

“Congratulations, Navigator (Y/n)’(F/n). You successfully guided us to our destination in record time.” Your Senior Captain’s voice rises in your back. 

You discreetly turn your head towards him. Senior Captain Thrawn is already focused back on his questis, already forgetting your existence. 

Your job is done. 

You are not important anymore. 

“Thank you, Senior Captain.” You reply for the form, not loud enough for him to even hear you. 

 You sigh, rolling your head from side to side, slowly allowing sensations to course through your nerve endings again. Like muscle numbness melting away, you recover control over your limbs and senses.  

You feel weaker than usual. This is not at all surprising, you just performed a 20 hours shift with very short breaks to keep you up to speed, chasing after that group of pirates. Your goal was to arrive before the pirates to lie in ambush. 

And you did. 

For all the thanks it gives you... 

Senior Captain Thrawn didn’t want to wear Che’ri in any capacity, and that is fair, she is only 9, a little child and you are an adult. 

Of course, your workload is going to be heavier. 

But it is still a 20 hours shift of an exhausting exercise both mentally and physically. You do not hope for a medal or a pat on the back, just a little more gratitude than a placide ‘congratulation’. 

If it was Che’ri in your place right now, it would not go that way. Thalias would already be beside her with a snack and officers would be smiling and thanking her, proposing to her to help her to her bedroom where she would be pampered, feed, bathed and tucked to bed with good night kiss on the forehead. 

But you’re not Che’ri. 

You’re not a Chiss. 

You’re just human. 

You are not as precious as their dear Skywalkers, despite performing the exact same service, with just as many results as any of them. And despite not losing your powers when reaching adulthood. 

You are expendable, fully disposable. 

You learned it the hard way. 

If needs be they will throw you into the wolf’s maw and flee. 

You’re not precious enough to be protected. Your life doesn’t hold as much value as any of the Chiss onboard. 

You’re used to it now, you accepted it. 

It’s just... 

You really left a cage for another one. 

You clumsily untangle your legs to stand up, blood flowing back in. You leave your helmet on the chair, no need to take it back, Thrawn will surely call you back in one or two hours when the battle will start and he will need your skills to chase after the mothership of your adversaries. 

Ch’eri’s sleep is too precious to be disturbed, they can come and wake you up seven times in the same night, no problem. 

You shake your head. 

She is a little girl... 

You head towards the bridge door, praying to have at least the time for a quick nap. You feel red burning gazes on the back of your neck as you walk past them. You ignore them, you’re used to being looked at as a freak of nature by now. 

You wince a bit as you feel pins and needles in your legs. You take a guilty look at Senior Captain Thrawn, knowing that you are absolutely crazy. His focused expression only glorifying his dignified and harmonious features, presiding and commanding his men with a powerful charisma, leading expertly. 

Against your better judgment, you are terribly and irrevocably in love with Thrawn. 

Which is so far away from a sane move. 

He is the one treating you the best in the Ascendancy and by far, but Thrawn treating you right is being polite and distant. You do not have the pretension to be able to become his friend one day, but you are so lonely and isolated here... 

No one is giving you gentle and empathetic gazes, they are just judging and condescending, no matter your success. You remain a filthy alien in their eyes. Thrawn’s gaze is free of judgment but... Cold, distant, closed. Not inviting to get closer. 

You lower your gaze and head as you walk past him, not wanting to receive a scolding for daring to ogle a Senior Captain, but your legs wobble and give way under you. You prepare yourself for the hit but a strong arm slides under your body, preventing your fall. 

You raise your head to met Thrawn’s shining eyes. 

He... How is he here? He was away from you a second ago! 

“Are you all right, Navigator?” He asks calmly. 

You feel your mouth drying instantly under his gaze. You can only nod and mutter a silent thank. He helps you on your feet and chases a speck of dust off your uniform. 

“You have been guiding us for 20 hours. Take a break, go to sleep. You will not be needed in the next 10 hours.” He orders. 

10 hours? You pushed that hard? 

“Yes, Senior Captain.” You incline your head again. 

He lets you go and refocus on his questis. You embarrassedly leave the bridge. 

You enter your cabin with a sigh of relief. 

Finally, peace. 

You have a privatized cabin, which would be a high luxury for an alien like you if it had basic necessities and wasn’t purposely so far away from the common areas. 

You fall down your bed, too tired to head to the shared kitchenette of the ship to cook anything or walk to the closest messroom... 

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You grumble as you hear knocks on your door. You throw your sheet off your body hungrily to be disturbed in your sleep. If they needed you for navigation they would have rang you or called you on high speakers, so for what goddam reason someone is knocking at your door right now?! 

Your door slides to let Senior Captain Thrawn appear. 

You open your eyes wide in surprise, taken aback by his presence. 

His presence here could only mean one thing. 

Troubles. 

You gulp, awaiting to discover with what sauce he will eat you. 

“No one saw you eat.” He simply says with a detached tone. 

You blink. 

“I... Sorry?” 

He extends his hand to you, holding a bowl filled with cut vegetables and a portion of meat. 

“No one of the crew saw you come to the messroom or the kitchen to eat.” He repeats. “This is irresponsible behavior, please correct it.” 

You clumsily take the bowl with the cuttlery off his hand. 

“Thank you, Sir.”  

You head to your chair to eat and you spin incredulously when you hear his steps entering your room instead of going away. Senior Captain enters your bedroom uninvited, walking like in conquered territories. He observes the room silently, his hands clasped behind his back as you look at him like a deer in headlights. 

What are you supposed to do exactly? It’s the first time one of them enters your room and it is the Senior Captain no less, you can’t just shoo him away. 

“Eat.” He orders as his gaze falls back on you. 

You nod, sit, and start eating. 

As you put a bite of meat in your mouth you realize that it is not the usual cut of meat reserved for the lower agents like you... It is a thick, rich, and tender piece, dripping with cooking juice. 

Did... Did he take a portion of his own menu to bring to you? 

Unlikely... 

He walks to your bed and sits down, letting his eyes travel freely before coming back to you. He ogles you without a word as you obediently eat, despite your stomach in knots. 

What the hell does he want? You feel stress rising in your blood, and after your 20 hours shift you have more than enough stress stored in your body! 

“Since when are you with us?” He finally asks out of the blue. 

He who has such a well-made brain didn’t even bother to remember when you entered his service? 

“I was already here when you gained the Springhawk’s commandment, Sir.” 

He shakes his head. 

“I mispoke. When did the Ascendancy adopted you?” 

You wince. 

‘Adopted’... Not the term you would use. 

“I am in the Ascendancy services since I was 15.” 

His eyes get lost in the void for some seconds before focusing back on you. 

“Do you appreciate your life here? With us.” 

No. 

How could you? 

“Yes. I have work and a roof over my head.” You lie. 

His shiny rubies dive into your human eyes. 

He is not buying it for a second. 

“How did you come to us?” He demands softly. 

“It is in my file.” You curtly respond. 

“I want to hear it from you.” 

What change does it make? 

“I was captured for my capacities when I was 10. I was a slave with a collar and cuffs. The Ascendancy defeated the ship I was in and took me in. You taught me how to read and speak Cheuhn and put me in a navigator chair as soon as you understood my abilities.”  

And since then basically held you hostage, never allowed on Chiss land, being passed around from one ship to the other, to the ones heading to dangerous territories to not risk losing a proper Skywalker. 

Skywalkers are paid for their services, the money is transferred into a bank account unlockable once they are adults. You are paid too, but you realize after some calculations that they deduct the price of food and maintenance of your salary and that you are paid a third of what a Skywalker usually gets, keeping you right under the poverty line, forcing you to remain enslaved in their service. 

“And here I am.” You shortly conclude. 

He slowly nods, understanding by your tone and demeanor that you did not wish to talk about it further. He looks again over your bedroom, flattening the cover’s folds with his hand. 

“Did Mid Captain Samakro assign you this room?” He invastigates. 

You nod. 

“It is smaller than regular.” He contemplates. 

At that point you’re not even surprised, of course, they would give you a smaller room than everyone else. 

Thrawn stands up elegantly despite also spending 20 hours on the bridge. He was present at each of your breaks and you’re not sure he took the time to nap while you were in trance. 

“I will ask that you are transfered to a regular room shortly.” He simply announces and leave without another word. 

You look at your closed-door, in silence. He promised ‘shortly’ but once they learn it is for you it will suspiciously drag on... 

But you will be far gone before that you hope. 

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You lean at the corner of the wall.  

Nobody. 

You readjust your backpack on your back and cross the corridor rapidly. You sprint through the ship, knowing perfectly where the security cameras are. 

Tonight you will be free! 

Tonight you will take off and flee far, far away...  

You gathered the little personal belongings you had the right to own, pulled out all your money in a microchip and planned you escape. 

You take several turns, press yourself against walls to not appear on the security cameras, and rush to the hangar. They all think you are sleeping, docilely under the covers to await your next shift like a good little dog. 

But no more. 

You’ve been saving as much money as you could for several years and now you feel you can get out. 

You sneak behind operators’ backs, crawl under smaller ships until you see your target. You stay in your hiding spot until you hear the alarm signaling a break. Slowly the warriors and workers evacuate the hangar, leaving the field clear for you. 

You sprint to the shuttle’s door, type the code you pilfered earlier, and throw yourself inside. Without losing a second you enter the cockpit and throw your backpack on the passenger seat to observe the board. You never flew a ship, merely guiding them through space but you observed pilots with intents for years and feel confident in yourself. You will just need to- 

“I knew you would come.” A deep melodious voice, recognizable among thousands rises in your back. 

You jump out of your skin and spin towards Senior Captain Thrawn, comfortingly seated in one of the four other passenger seats of the shuttle. 

How did you manage to miss him?! 

He looks at you with detachment, almost uninterested despite catching you red-handed. 

He silently observes you, awaiting whatever explanation you might have for an act as dire as desertion. You gulp, your heart sprinting at 100 miles per hour, searching for an exit. 

“You realize I could order your death for desertion?” He casually continues. 

Oh so he jumps straight to the threats, I see. You slide your hand in your back and take out the Charric you took care to hide under your clothes , pointing it at him. 

“... And for theft.” He concludes. 

He is so casual, in complete control of himself like he planned everything since the beginning. He doesn’t even care about the weapon on him. 

“Let me go!” You say between your teeth. 

“Or what? What will you do I wonder?” He tilts his head. 

The tone isn’t even mocking or demeaning, it is infuriatingly placid. 

“Or I’ll shout you like a dog!” You muster the coldest voice you can. 

He shakes his head slowly. 

“You do not have it in you. You never took a life, contrary to me.” 

“I can always start today.” 

“Navigator (Y/n)’(F/n), if you lower your weapon and accept a time in a cell I am positive I can avoid you capital punishment. We can go back together.” 

“But I do not want to go back!” You spit, “I wanna leave! Flee away from all of you!” 

“And for what reasons?”  

You almost want to laugh. 

“For all the reasons of the universe, starting by my enslavement!” 

“You won’t last 5 minutes alone out there.” 

“I survived torture and mistreatment for years. And I managed to rob a weapon and a secret code of the mighty Chiss under their haughty noses! Not everyone can do that!” 

He considers you up and down a moment, and slowly stands up to walk towards you. You feel a jolt of panick, you never learned close combat and Thrawn is trained warrior, if he decides to lay his hands on you you’re done for! 

“Don’t come any closer!” You threaten, stabilizing your charric in your hand. 

He simply walks past you like you are invisible, presses a button on the board that lights up, and starts typing commands. 

“I can create a 1 minute blackout. It will be short but you should be able to take off and disappear.” He casually explains, focused on the buttons. 

“I... You... What?” You gasp, completely lost. 

“I observed you, Navigator. I know how you have been treated. I have tried to push back, but Chiss aren’t so easily moved. I regret not being able to do more.” 

You’re still the arm up, aiming in the void, looking at Senior Captain Thrawn finishing entering commands and the engines start. 

“There.” He concludes before turning back to face you, “You can go.” 

You look suspiciously in his eyes to be sure this isn’t a sick joke or a trick, but his gaze is clear and calm. Resolved. 

“Why?” You finally ask, “Why would you do that for me?” 

He seems to purse his lips as his gaze lowers for a split second before rising back. 

“You need not to know my reasons. You are free to go.”  

You squint. 

You aim at him again, with an assured grip. 

“The Chiss never helps without an ulterior motive. Especially aliens. They love to collect their debts. Explain yourself!” 

He sighs, like he wished to avoid that conversation since the beginning. 

“Before I answer, would you humor me and answer me first?” He asks, his hands clasped behind his back. 

You sniff with disdain. Each second passed is a second closer to a cell and a pilori. 

“What do you want to know?’ You spit. 

“I want to know how you perceive... me.” He inquires. 

You feel like your eyes will burst out your skull. 

“How do I... What the hell are you on about?!” 

“Answer me, please.” He insists. 

The tone is... Softer? 

You wince. 

“Disdain! Hate! Revulsion!” You let him know. 

This is a complete lie, you love him with all your heart, but he remains a part of your oppressors. You will not stroke his ego with a love confession. You will not give him that power over you, not so close to your goal! 

He seems to take in the info, his face slightly darkening. 

“I see... It was inevitable, giving our respective circumstances. I cannot possibly hold it against you.” He nods contemplatively. 

You huff, losing your patience. If he doesn’t disembark in the next 30 seconds you’re flying away with his corpse.  

“Not the response you hoped maybe?!” You hiss. 

“No, it was not. But it does make sense.” Any turmoils precedently on his expression already melted away to let place to the stoic mask again.  

“And why is that? You hoped i would see you as a friend despite how you treated me?!” 

His shoulders seem to drop, but you cannot be certain. 

“In a sense... Yes.” He sighs, and raises from all his height “I know it cannot do any good, especially right now, but I took a liking to you navigator (y/n)’(F/n). I simply hoped...” 

Your eyes widens like saucers and you lose track of all your thoughts in your brain. 

What... What did he just imply? 

“Nevermind.” He cuts short, “It does not matter anymore.” 

“What do you mean exactly by ‘taking a liking to you’?” You demand with a white voice, feeling your hand starting to tremble with the charric. 

He presses his lips in a thin line, either annoyed you didn’t got it the first time or silencing himself to not tell you the truth. 

“ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!” You shout at the end of your sanity, feeling like you were losing control of the situation as time flies from your grip. 

“I love you, Navigator (y/n)’(F/n).” He confesses without any ambiguity nor shame. 

You are losing your goddam mind and hallucinating that entire conversation. In two seconds you will wake up from that dream in your little cabin and realize what a fool you really are. 

This is the only realistic explanation. 

“We barely know each other!” You growl. 

“I know. Trust me, I know. And that is why I cannot explain it myself, but this is my truth, I am endeared to your work ethic, your willingness to push your own limits, your will... You. I have immense respect for you.” 

“Oh so now you are taking me for a complete idiot?!” You seethe, “A Chiss Senior Captain in love with the enslaved Alien navigator? You couldn’t even at least try not to insult my intelligence?!” 

He takes a step further, his burning rubies only fixated on your face, blatantly ignoring the charric aiming his sternum. 

“I know it must be hard to believe. I am not here to try to convince you of the legitimacy of my sentiments or to prevent you from grabbing your freedom. I simply wished to talk seriously with you for the first time... And the last.” 

Your nose flares, incredulous. Is he serious? Is he for real? The absolute nerve of the man! 

“I don’t believe you! You’re buying yourself time for your team to arrive and swat me! I should... I should shoot you down right now and flee!” Your second hand comes stabilize the gun. 

“Then please,” He gently says tilting the canon of the gun with his fingers and press it against his ribcage, “Shot me through the heart. It is the most fitting.” 

“You... You are playing with me! This is one of your strategies again!” You exhale in a painful whistle. 

“Not at all. But if I must meet my demise by your hand, I want you to destroy my heart for it is the way I failed.” 

You breathe deeply, focusing on your aim. You can do it. Put an end to everything and be free without any regret left behind... 

But your hands tremble so terribly... 

You... 

You can’t... 

His hand tilting the gun slides on the gun to delicately caress your hand and gently take the gun of your hand. You look at your trembling empty hand in disbelief. 

“You can’t kill me.” He whispers softly, “This is not in your nature to take lives.” 

You let out a single sob, lowering your shoulders and head in disbelief. 

You can’t even take a life to ensure your safety and freedom. What did you even hoped to achieve? 

He doesn’t release your hand, instead it snakes its way up your arm until he grasps your shoulder and pulls you to him. In silence he presses you against his chest, hugging you tight. 

“I am weak...” You let out  

“This has nothing to do with weakness. Choosing to spare a life no matter the odds is a difficult choice. You are not weak (Y/n).” 

“Are you going to force me back?” You ask in a tired voice, all will to fight escaping you. 

“No.” He gently craddles you, “I only hoped to say farewell before you disappeared in space.” 

“...You are not going to try to hold me back?” You sniff. 

“No” He kisses your hair, “That would be wrong to hold you hostage between my hands and my ship. You should be free. I want you to be free, even if it means I will never see you again.” 

“This is not the Chiss way.” You remind him. 

“My love order me to set you free. I could not look at myself in the mirror anymore if I tried to keep the shackles at your ankles.” 

You feel a single tear rolling on your cheek. To think that you dreamed of him embracing you for so long... 

He kisses your forehead with a subtle purr, characteristic of the Chiss and parts from you. 

“I took the liberty to add several more days of food, installed a cot behind your back, and left another microchip with money in the break room.” He tells you his tone becoming stern and professional again, his hand clasping back behind his back, “Go. Be free.” 

You look at him with hanging arms and for some reason beyond yourself, you take his face in your hands and kiss his lips. 

It is soft and short, but it robbs you both of your breath. 

You gulp as you lower back yourself, his hand tenderly caresses your cheek. 

“Please, remember me like I am today.” He demands, almost pleading. 

You nod. 

“I promise.” You say with tight throat. 

He gives you back your weapon. 

“Now, go! They will come back in a minute!” 

You spin towards the board as you hear him walking away. 

“What about you?” You ask, suddenly worried for the man of your heart, “What will become of you when they realize you let me escape?” 

He stops to look back at you, and a infinitely sad smile comes gracing his lips. 

“I will manage. Do not look back behind you and spread your wings.” 

And he disappears in the corridor. 

You throw yourself at the commands, remembering how the pilots proceeded and suddenly, all the lights of the hanger turns off. 

The black out. 

You push the shuttle’s engines to their max  

Take off... 

And disappear

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin@ineedazeezee @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @germie2037 @leo4242564 @davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[stpeachery]

Low quality Thrawn memes p.2

P.1

1. Thrawn trying to justify the BS he’s been conducting while part of the empire to Ar’alani. (it’s not convincing her)

2. Wutroow clowning Samakro for being demoted to Mid-Captain after Thrawn was reinstated as Senior Captain of the Springhawk. Ft. Ziinda being witness to a 2nd degree murder attempt.

3. Che’ri showing her gratitude to her father figure, Thrawn, on his personal ship.

4. Thrawn and Che’ri are just happy to be there while Ar’alani ponders how she’s going to get wine out of her white uniform.

5. A nice family portrait of the Senior Captain, Skywalker, and Caregiver of the Springhawk. (Thrawn was exiled a week ago and they needed an updated photo)

6. Thalias after she, quite literally, pulled a charric on Thurfian.

7. Ar’alani being the best Admiral and helping the skywalkers finish their last boss battle.

8. Ar’alani telling Zistalmu to stfu while he’s aboard her ship. (Thrawn Ascendancy: Chaos Rising. Chapter 14, pg. 255)

[hydr0phius]

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?

...

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-

...

(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. :'(

...

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.

...

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.

...

Thrawn: Can you fire a charric?

Qilori: *nervous wreck* nO

Thrawn dragging him up out of his chair: You're about to learn.

...

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: >:)

...

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*

...

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*

...

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*

...

Thalias: You Borika?

Borika, fake accent on: You a cop?

Thalias: What-

...

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-

...

TIMMY!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU LET BORIKA AND THRAWN MEET!!!!!

...

Fuck the Ascendancy too btw. The systems in place are shit. Those poor sky-walkers.

...

*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.

...

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.

...

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)

...

Dy'lothe: Acting on the Syndicure's orders-

Ar'alani: Oh, so illegal orders, then?

Dy'lothe: ...yeah

Ar'alani: ha.

...

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!

...

Thalias: There's no bus to the spaceport-

Borika: I've got you, girlie. I'll drive you.

...

Samakro: Oh yes, you're Thrawn's big, strong protector.

Thalias: yes.

Samakro: :)

...

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!!)

...

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-

...

Thalias: I pulled a charric on the Patriarch.

Samakro: WHAT-

...

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.

...

QILORI KNOWS ABOUT THE SKY-WALKERS. nOOoooOOOOOOOOO

...

Can we appreciate how well Thrawn's plan went? They tore Jixtus UP.

...

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.

...

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.

...

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.

...

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.

...

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)

...

Ba'kif: *explaining the Clone Wars*

Ar'alani: I'm not remembering all that. Happy for them, though. Or Sorry that happened.

...

(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*

...

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.

...

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

...

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.

...

I'm not okay. Probably going to have new fics to write now. hhhhhhh. That was sad as hell at the end there.

...

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

[mintelsa]

when I flip to the next chapter of Greater Good and instead of being the gang out on the Springhawk it’s another Haplif chapter

[ascendancyzine]

BEST CHISS COMPETITION

Week 1, Poll 4: Thrawn vs Samakro

The Ultimate Battle for Command of the Springhawk! 

Who will reign victorious? Will it be Thrawn, the brilliant tactician whose strategies are as precise as his passion for art ... or Samakro, the steadfast yet grumpy mid captain whose loyalty and determination are unmatched? Both have proven their mettle in the heat of battle, but only one can command the Springhawk. Who gets your vote in this clash of Chiss titans?

Samakro art by @emp-roar!

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Well, another year down! I missed my usual fic roundup date in August (the day I published my first fic!), but I’ve always been terrible at remembering dates so switching to New Year’s will probably help. It’s now been 3 and a bit years since I started writing, and I’ve started breaking into original works – nothing finished yet, but I’ll get there one day!

Since the last roundup, I’ve written 11 fics, 101,030 words in total, for a lifetime total of 59 fics and 348,151 words! Again, fewer than last year, although I’m going to blame my original works – I completed NaNoWriMo last year with 50,000 words written in November, finished that particular work at 73,194 words, and finished “Novella November” (NovNov) this year with 30,000 words. So I’m definitely writing a lot, just longer works that take a while to beat into shape :)

Of the 11 fics I published this year, 8 were Star Wars fics, with the other 3 distributed between the Sandman, Babylon 5, and Dead Boy Detectives. Of the Star Wars fics, only 3 were Thrawn related; the other five were for Rebels, the Clone Wars, Aftermath, the Original Trilogy, and a Chiss OC.

So, here’s the roundup of fics for this year!

(Last year’s fic roundup can be found here! 2022 can be found here :) )

Series Additions:

The Adventures of the Poor Sods Left to Clean Up Rebel!Vader’s Mess has continued with three new chapters to part 2! A plot is developing, I promise, but the shenanigans continue with Rebel!Vader (explained in It’s Not So Easy Being Evil), the OT team, and the crew of the Executor all trapped on board together.

Thrawn Standalones:

I Came, I Saw… I Never Intended to Stay: Thrawn, recently purrgiled and trapped in the Unknown Regions, accidentally builds himself an empire. Oops? A long-promised multi-chapter fic, 30,185 words.

The Edge Between Dream and Nightmare: Also post-Rebels, Thrawn stumbles across a secret Imperial installation in the Chaos… one with terrible implications for the galaxy. But what can one ship do against the might of the Sith Eternal? Also starring Borika and the Springhawk, sky-walker fix-it and Chiss headcanon fic. This was originally mean to be a simple two-shot, I swear! Now at 9 chapters and 28.989 words.

Nightmare: Thrawn steps aboard the Chimaera. He is stabbed in the back. Thrawn steps aboard the Chimaera. He is removed from the field by a Jedi and a pod of purrgil. Thrawn steps aboard the Springhawk. What matters most, victory, or freedom? This is a darker fic for me, and it was toned down a lot from the original notes. One shot, 6,211 words.

Star Wars Standalones:

Somehow, Maul has Returned: Post-Rebels glance at Ezra, trapped on the Chimaera. Open ending, this is more of a prologue to a longer fic I haven’t come up with yet than anything else. If anyone wants to take the idea and run with it, please do!

Good Soldiers Follow Orders: A darker fic featuring Fox and the Coruscant Guard during the events of The Clones Wars season 6 episode 4: Orders. You know, the one where Fives… you know.

Some Pray for Damnation: The trial of Sid Uddra, head of the Loyalty Office, on the event of her capture by the New Republic. Collaboration with CountessLamont (@jedihlaalu) and a sequel to her fic, Hunting Uddra; much of the dialogue was reworked from our Star Wars D&D game.

Where the Ice Never Melts: A look at the life of my Chiss OC, Ran’i, and the lives of maintenance staff on Csilla. Featuring Chiss worldbuilding and headcanons, and the darker underbelly of the Ascendacy.

Other:

Catch a Tiger: Sandman fic starring Delirium. Another darker fic: it’s easy to forget in our wonder of the Endless that they are neither nice nor kind – they are only ever what they are.

The Delicate Art of Choosing Sides: A Babylon 5 AU fic of the behind-the-scenes events of S2E3: The Geometry of Shadows. What was Ivanova up to that left her limping out of the elevator, wearing a scarf and with a Drazi knocked out on the floor?

To Hell and Back: Dead Boy Detectives fic following Edwin’s original escape from Hell and first meeting with Charles.

New WIPs:

Borika’s story: the story of Borika’s return to the Seeker Program and meeting Bomarmo. Outines and partially written.

Thrawn: Year of Hell: a retelling of Star Trek Voyager: Year of Hell, but instead of the Krenim, they meet a warlord named Thrawn seeking to resurrect the Chiss Ascendancy and save his sister. Outlined.

Zine fics: I’m a writer for Finding Home: A Chiss Ascendancy Zine! In addition to my zine piece (drafted!) I came up with a bunch of other ideas I’ll write eventually, featuring character studies of various Ascendancy inhabitants.

Untitled Prequel/OT fic: AU where Anakin comes to his sense on Mustafar and flees with Padme and Obi-Wan, heartbroken about what he’d almost done. Follows their lives with Padme in the Rebellion and Obi-Wan and Anakin in hiding on Tatooine, collecting the shards of their broken family.

College!AU: Prequel AU where Anakin is the college jock, Padme is poli sci, Palpatine is the evil university president, the Jedi are the local Buddhists who raised Anakin after his foster-father, Qui-Gon, died. Of course everything goes poorly – Anakin is Anakin, and Palpatine is Palpatine, in every universe :) Outlined.

Kaz backstory fic: the history of one of my Star Wars D&D OCs, Kaz the pilot with a mysterious past! Outlined.

The Ravens of the Tower: A Sherlock Holmes story featuring some strange inhabitants of the Tower of London. If the ravens leave the tower, the empire will fall… (Outlined).

Underdark ghost story: an original work in my D&D universe, aiming for a horror tone. Outlined.

Dragon Story: an original work following a very angry dragon trapped in human form on a mission to kill the mage who cursed them. Along the way, they get (unwillingly) involved in local politics and palace shenanigans. My NovNov project, very fun to write, outlined and about halfway written!

Updates on:

Sortie: the Rebel!Samakro fic I promised to finish this year. It’s done! Just needs some editing to get it out the door :)

Have You Tried Flying in Circles: Thrawn & Apros look for an exile planet. Outlined, one section drafted.

This’ll Make a Great Story at our Second Wedding (Thranto Ghost Marriage) Part 2: Outlined, two sections drafted.

Untitled Boudica story: Original work, a fantasy retelling of Boudica’s rebellion. Drafted! In dire need of editing. Last year’s NaNoWriMo project.

[septima-severa]

Eli Vanto... actually cares?

I'm at chapter six. Stuck at the beginning, really.

I had so many plans for Eli Vanto, like the ones hinting at Thranto for example. But now? It's been living its own life within my head, although I must admit... If he really adored Thrawn so much, it wouldn't be that off-character when he starts physically guarding what is his partner's, right?

Right???

Well, let's go with it.

For now.

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“What the fuck did Admiral Ma’kro do to you?” he momentarily forgot himself, asking you in Basic just as you were about to collapse onto a medical bed. From up close, you had to look even more wrecked, and Vanto’s nose wrinkled in poorly disguised disgust. He hadn’t imagined that the journey from one ship to another could be so… draining, although the Silvercrest had carried you only so far before loading you and Vah’nya into that flying coffin and yeeting you into the vast nothingness in a blind belief that you would somehow make it the rest of the way to the Springhawk.

And you had done it – eventually.

It had taken its toll on you, though, and the male medic standing beside your bed was tutting disapprovingly at you while taking your vitals. “Your blood pressure is very low, and the oxygen levels are dropping. You should take it easy,” he said in a deep, calm voice, making you flinch.

“I’m not a fucking soldier,” you snapped, hoping to hide it. Whether you were trembling from exhaustion or with rage, you couldn’t say. However, when you tried to sit up, a hand was pressing you back down – the very human hand. You threw daggers at Vanto for that, but were glad, because your head started spinning, the images swimming in front of your eyes. Closing them didn’t really help.

The medic didn’t pay it any heed. “I recommend plenty of hydration, and you will spend the night on observation,” he tapped on his questis before leaving. “I will have something sent up for you to change in a moment.”

Ah, your unpleasant body odour – sweat and stale breast milk. It made you cringe. And the nausea. You gulped, keeping your eyes closed – just in case. “I need to shower.”

“You need to rest,” Ivant’s voice was a bit harsher than he intended, and so his next words came out rather as a whisper: “What did Admiral Ma’kro do to you?”

“I’m not talking about it,” you dismissed his question.

But that didn’t stop his imagination to run wild. He had heard stories. Keeping his mouth shut back then, Vanto had ignored the gossip… Until he had heard it again in the buzzing mess hall, and more recently to add. I would like to try some human female someday; I've heard it can be fun. Images he would rather forget forever began running in front of his eyes like some stupid holo. “Did he –“

“No.”

[thrawns-babygirl]

The Springhawk crew doing a dance montage to "I think we're alone now" like in Umbrella Academy.

[gia-batmm-crickle22]

Thrawn: They are only my crew. They work for me. They are not my friends Also Thrawn: If you ever so much as touch them, I will hunt you down and rip you up, bit by bit, until you no longer breathe.

[the-evil-skull]

Highlights of my fifth fucking Lesser Evil reread

Prologue

Jixtus: NO!!!!!!! THIS ASSHOLE AGAIN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!!

Thrawn: can i please have the Watith refugees :)

Jixtus: NAKIRRE DONT TELL HIM ANYTHING HES LIKE SHERLOCK HOLMES EXCEPT HE'LL BURN YOUR CROPS AND STEAL YOUR HUSBAND!!!!

Nakirre: Wait..... you know this guy?

Jixtus: ....

Jixtus: just MAKE HIM LEAVE

Thalias: bro our emotional support navigator is having nightmares again

Thrawn: can I PLEASE have the Watith refugees:)

Thrawn: aw kiddo I hate it when that happens. What are you dreaming of?

Che'ri: A voice was heard in Rama, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children because they are no more

Thrawn: um.......... fuck. Don't sleep, I guess.

Thalias: my brother in christ she's TEN.

"If it sucks..... hit da bricks!" -Qilori of Uandualon

"Thalias listen to me. Are you listening? Okay I have to leave the Springhawk and ride with the Paccosh to Sunrise-- please don't panic I'm telling you now because if I disappeared without warning you would start chewing on the walls--" -Thrawn

Roscu on the phone with Wutroow: Admiral Ar'alani is the nastiest skank BITCH!!!!! she's a FUGLY SLUT

Wutroow, unblinkingly looking Ar'alani dead in the eyes: uh huh, yep honey, totally