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contentment-of-cats · 3 months

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Why nobody wants to play Scrabble with Pyrondi and Thrawn

"Q-U-E-E-F. Queef. That's a triple letter and a double word score-"

"Pyrondi. I admittedly am not a native speaker of Basic, but I sincerely doubt that is an actual word."

"I assure you, Admiral, that it most certainly is. Isn't it, Vanto? I can even conjugate it. Queef. Queefed. Queefing-"

"I am going to fucking strangle you, Pyro. You always do this. Stop laughing, Hammerly."

"Then what does it mean, Commander Vanto? Are you unwell? you're turning that color again-"

#thrawn #eli vanto #pyrondi #hammerly #chaos gremlin

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twocrowssinatrenchcoat · 7 months

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"Lesbains of the Chimaera, what is thy wisdom?"

#I am a firm believer in lesbian Karyn Faro #Karyn Faro #Hammerly #Pyrondi #isd chimaera #Thrawn novels #star wars

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merry-chissmas · 4 months

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Merry Chissmas: December 22: From Bextia and Diamond Dove

Comfort food (3093 words) by Diamond_Dove, bextia Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Eli Vanto Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Eli Vanto, Karyn Faro, Sheev Palpatine, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Che'ri (Star Wars), Vahn'ya, Thalias | Mitth'ali'astov, Ar'alani (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Thranto, Family Restaurant, alien inmigrants, hard beginnings, chiss food, Shitty day, unexpected findings, Sky-walkers Summary: Chissmass keep on rolling!! This time we go full AU mode, heading into a restaurant AU. At the end there is the translation of the sentences said in cheuhn

#au #restaurant au #thrawn #thalias #che'ri #ar'alani #vah'nya #karyn faro #hammerly #pyrondi #eli vanto #thranto

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gloria-van-puncake · 1 year

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For crew morale!

A little collab. between @azulsw and me. Text Bextia, art me.

Set during Thrawn: Treason.

Someone seriously needs to lock Thrawn and Eli in a room until they sort their drama out. For crew morale.

#star wars #star wars thrawn #star wars ISD Chimaera #karyn faro #Pyrondi #implied thranto #it's for their own good #there's a lot of money riding on this boys #the crew cares #star wars fanart #my art #thrawn: treason #isd chimaera #thranto #puncakesart

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blackmonitor · 2 years

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Illustration for my own fanfiction, Trapped, where Thrawn and Pyrondi take an unusual trip together.

Join to my discord and participate the free request poll

Support me on patreon and get my layered linearts from a small fee

#Thrawn #Mitth'Raw'Nuruodo #Grand Admiral Thrawn #Pyrondi #Thrawn/Pyrondi #Star Wars Fanfiction #Fanfiction illustration

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aeon2407 · 6 days

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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life - Chapter 10

Late post. Quite late actually. But here you go. Dedicated to the amazing @contentment-of-cats as always. Also on AO3.

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Command Bridge, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead, Fleet One

“Marshal on deck!”

Everyone snapped to attention as Artur stepped onto the bridge, in the uniform of a Tagge Armada Marshal – minus the cape, that was for ceremonies – and took his seat.

“As you were, everyone. How long until breakout?”

“Two minutes, sir.”

“I saw that the Executor stopped around Naboo for a few minutes. What was that about?”

“Uh… They stopped for Lord Vader, sir. He took his personal TIE for a separate mission after Death Squadron affirmed their loyalty to the Dynasty. They will arrive right after us.”

“Ah. All good, then. We’ll be expecting a guest coming up from planetside within the next few days. He is to be considered arm and dangerous at all times, but at the moment he is an ally and should be treated as a guest of honor. The name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. The codeword is ‘High Ground’. Any questions?”

A murmur of confusion, some small requests for clarification, and they were all settled. No one mentioned Order 66 or the numerous warrants and bounties on Kenobi’s head. They were all committing treason soon anyway.

“Captain on the bridge.”

Artur turned around. Yana and Yissa were both wearing the distinct red and gold uniform, the rank device for Captain and Commander respectively shining on their collars. “Commander, Captain, glad you could join us.”

Yana smiled at him. “Happy to be here, sir.”

“Stent, I’m reassigning you to late watch. Take a break.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Commander Hammerly, Sensors is yours.”

“Yes, sir.”

She took the newly vacant spot, getting herself used to the layout. Jashin, Odo, and Phyrre were already settled in, all three staying as senior loots after the jump over but would be promoted soon. Brilliant officers should be in command. Yana was the Levinbolt’s captain the same way Marinith was the Chimaera’s captain, so she took a spot next to the chair. “Orders, sir?”

“Break out over Tepasi, check in with Armada HQ, then pick up Kenobi. I have a meeting with the core family tonight to go over the details. Are you sure you’re up for this? The Empire gave you a second chance.”

“TaggeCo gave me a second chance, helped me break free from the exploitations of the Youth Corps when Commandant Martal wasn’t able to. My loyalty is with my family and the Chimaera first and foremost, but the rest of it is with you.”

A warm smile. A loving look. “Good to hear. Lieutenant Agral, how long to breakout?”

“Thirty seconds, sir! Slowing down hyperdrives, stabilizing sublight engines.”

“Lieutenant Lomar, signal Tepasi Control, tell them we’re on approach. Request Drydock One and a full resupply.”

“Aye, sir. Tepasi Control, this is Armada battleship Levinbolt on final approach, twenty seconds to breakout. Requesting Drydock One and a full resupply. How copy?”

“Levinbolt, Tepasi Control. Good copy, Drydock One on standby.”

“Commander Hammerly, be on the lookout for any approaching vessels once we break out. We’re an Armada ship, not many have legitimate reasons to dock with us.”

“Copy that, sir. Sensors at full range, we’ll see them coming.”

“Sir, breaking out in five.”

“Captain Pyrondi, you have the bridge. Lieutenants Lomar, Agral, report to my office once we land.”

The two exchanged glances and sounded off their affirmatives. Artur left to update the family and get himself updated on other parts of the plan. A coup on this scale took plenty of moving parts, and therefore plenty of chances for something to go wrong. The key was quick, decisive responses to the thing that went wrong.

They were still in the delicate stages. One false step could send it all burning up. He needed to make sure that didn’t happen.

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Commanding Officer’s Office, The Levinbolt, Task Force Spearhead

“Lieutenants Agral and Lomar reporting, sir.”

“Come in you two. Take a seat.”

They did so, sitting with perfect academy posture. Artur stared at them. “I’ll get to the point. This is about your families. You two are already onboard with this plan, but we want to make sure that the Agrals and the Slicing Clan are with us too.”

The House was powerful, but not all-powerful. There were factions they didn’t mess with unless they absolutely had to. The Slicing Clan was on top of that list, and the Agral name was known throughout the galaxy for a reason.

The two looked at each other before turning back to him. “We can’t speak for our families, sir, but with permission we can call them. I think both of our families will agree to it.”

Artur nodded. Well within expectations. “Permission granted. Get an encrypted line and call them.”

Hopefully they were amenable to Titanfall. The Agrals would be a problem, but if the Slicing Clan turned hostile their best course of action was mutual destruction. That alone spoke volumes to their power.

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Tagge Armada HQ, Unlos Tagge, Tepasi

Thirty Hours Later

“So that’s why, even with the tentative agreements between us and both factions, King Jashin Agral Sr. and Matriarch Shiya Lomar want to meet. Should be a simple discussion on the finer details, nothing too complicated. How are things on other fronts?”

Domina leaned back in her seat as Artur finished his report. It was just the two of them in this room, catching each other up on things. Not even Lapin was there.

She scrolled through her datapad. “Neither Organa nor Mothma have cracked, not that we expected them to. The ISB is putting pressure on their families, Organa specifically has to worry about his daughter being charged with accessory to treason. As for Mothma, she’s been shown footage of Narkina 5, specifically what female prisoners go through. There are fates worse than death. We’ll let her stew in it for a few days then offer her a deal for information.

Ulric is doing his job, gaining allies and influence. Palpatine is getting delayed or outright falsified reports from all agencies. Orman reported that Vader is regenerating without issue, apparently the midichlorians are helping him along. We’ll take Coruscant when he is back and fully reacclimated. Should take another three days for him to fully form, then he’ll start the recovery process.”

Artur nodded. “I’ll prepare the fleets and inform Thrawn. What about the Spectres? Any news?”

“Yes. Kanan Jarrus was released from postop today. His body accepted the eyes seamlessly and he’s undergoing nerve therapy to reacclimate himself to sight.”

“Good. That’s good. Death Squadron?”

“Enough resistors to fill two ISDs, Vader deemed the rest to be loyal to him and by extension to us. The resistors are scattered in brigs across their fleet.”

“Shame, but expected. What do we do in the meantime?”

“You’re still on leave. As far as Palpatine is concerned, everything is normal. Keep it that way until it’s time to strike. Go prepare. Train with that new knee. Be with your girlfriends, which by the way, are you sure you can handle three, Artur?”

“Three?”

“Yes. Ilyana, Yissa, Merri.”

“Merri?! No, no, she’s… uh, I’m not sure, but-“

“Let me stop you right there. That girl has been crushing on you for years. I know because she was one of the scouting targets for the Armada. You took her virginity and left her to wake up by herself in a cold and empty medbay. Whatever you feel, make it clear to her. Don’t pussyfoot around like you did with Ilyana all those years ago. Be solid, be firm, make a tactical decision.”

Artur nodded. In hindsight, he could’ve at least taken Merri to his quarters before leaving for the bridge so that she’d wake up warm and with some privacy. Shit. “I’ll talk to her after my bridge shift. Thanks Auntie, needed that.”

“I know, kiddo. Go on, your fleets need you.” A chime on her comms. “On second thought, standby. Lapin just received code ‘High Ground’ over comms. Kenobi’s at TIS. Go pick him up. Put him on the Levinbolt while I arrange transportation.”

With a nod, Artur stood and left the room, mind still debating the Merri Barlin Situation. He needed to talk to Yana and Yissa. It was as much their say as it was his, and of course that was assuming Merri would even accept their little arrangement in the first place.

One step at a time, Artur. One step at a time.

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Arrival Gate, Tepasi Interstellar Spaceport

Obi-Wan was calm. He was on the right path and he knew it, it was just a matter of navigating that path. Said navigation now required him to get involve with the Tagges to get Anakin back, so that was what he was doing.

So why did he feel so exposed sitting here? Oh, right, security cams. He’d spent all of two hours on Coruscant. It was still strange being back in the Core, even if Tepasi had more nature. Not that it was a particularly high bar, every planet had more nature than Coruscant.

A man was approaching him. Even without looking, Obi-Wan knew who it was as the other man sat down next to him. That volatility and wrongness in the Force was unique to one and only one being. “Artur, pleasure to-”

“Don’t use my name, don’t say anything, just put this cloak on and follow.”

Right. A Tagge would naturally attract attention, especially here, and attention was the last thing either of them wanted right now. Obi-Wan took the offered cloak – gray and white – and slipped it over his head before following the scion to a speeder outside.

“We’re taking you to one of our ships in orbit. You’ll be treated as a guest, but try anything or be anywhere you’re not supposed to be and I’ll put your old ass in the brig myself, understood?”

“Understood. I’m just here to save Anakin and kill Sidious. That’s all.”

A silent nod turned into a silent drive. Obi-Wan took the time to meditate and tried to reach out to Anakin. He knew they had him in a blind spot in the Force, but he tried anyway, just to be sure. Eventually, they arrived at a private landing pad, where a TaggeCo shuttle and a squad of black-armored stormtroopers – SCAR Troopers – were already waiting.

Artur parked the speeder in the back of a nearby hangar. Obi-Wan tensed instinctively as one of the troopers – an officer with cropped brown hair– approached them. “All good to go, sir. Still as planned?”

“Still as planned, Revy. Kenobi, this is General Revy Maklar, my ground forces commander. You answer to me, her, and Ilyana Pyrondi, in that order.”

Obi-Wan was staring. He couldn’t sense Revy at all. She knew that too, judging by the knowing smirk on her unhelmeted face. “What’s wrong, Kenobi? Never seen a Force Null before?”

So that was what she was. He’d suspected, given that there was nothing in the Force where she was supposed to be. Not the blank void like what most droids were either, just natural air where there should’ve been a Human woman. He’d also noticed the scar on her neck, the surgical mark of a freed slave, but wisely avoided commenting on it.

“Pleasure to meet you, General. Obi-Wan Kenobi, at your service.”

She shook his hand and motioned for him to follow. The trip up to the Levinbolt was as silent as the trip from the spaceport, Obi-Wan growing increasingly unnerved sitting between a Force Null and the non-Sensitive Apprentice of Darth Vader. They said nothing to him besides the necessary instructions as the shuttle landed in a hangar bay. Artur escorted him personally to his quarters, bigger than anywhere he’d slept in before, even Satine’s chambers.

“This will be your room for the duration of your stay here. We’re arranging a transport for you to Anakin on Byth, but until then you’ll be confined to this ship. Here’s your access card, don’t lose it. Any questions?”

Obi-Wan took the card and turned it over, tucking it into his robes. “How is Anakin? Have there been any reports?”

Artur’s expression softened. “He’s fine. Should be fully formed within the next few days, then he’ll need to go through the recovery process too. Uncle Orman’s with him – best bioengineer in the galaxy. He’ll make sure Anakin is stable, but you’ll need to be there for your old padawan, both physically and emotionally. We need the Chosen One at his best for what’s to come.”

Obi-Wan sighed, relieved. Anakin was stable and would recover. The severe damage he’d done to him on Mustafar would be healed. “Thank you. For doing this. Helping him. Thank you.”

“Wasn’t exactly for altruistic reasons, but you’re welcome regardless. Get some sleep if you want, there’s food and drinks in the preservation unit under the countertop, spare clothes are in the closet. Call for help if you need anything.”

Obi-Wan thanked him one last time and was left alone. He tried to sleep off nerves but couldn't, so he got a bite to eat. Good food, better than anything he had on Tatooine by far. Then he took advantage of the shower – hot water on a combat ship was a ridiculous level of luxury – and the clothes being provided. Different stuff, different styles ranging from casual sleepwear to formal suits.

He settled on light gray robes that he recognized as belonging to the Tenno, the Tepasi religious sect in the Temple of Lotus, just without any of the regalia denoting title or achievements. They were light and comfortable, airy yet warm, just like Jedi robes. He hesitated before throwing his robes into the washing cycle but did so eventually, clipped his and Anakin’s lightsabers onto the leather belt, and left for the bridge.

….

Where was the bridge again?

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Thirty Minutes Later

“Master Kenobi. I trust you had no trouble finding your way around?”

The teasing smirk on Artur’s face told them both that he knew damn well otherwise. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “You really are Anakin’s apprentice.”

“I’m Vader’s apprentice. Get it right.”

“Apologies.”

“Accepted. Your transport arrangements will be ready in an hour. Until then, there’s a meditation room and a dojo onboard.”

“Dojo please. I need to practice before we take on Sidious.”

“Right this way. Captain, you have the bridge.”

“Yes, sir.”

Obi-Wan noted the distrustful glare from the captain, Pyrondi if he wasn’t mistaken, and almost shrunk away. He followed Artur out of the bridge as the tiny captain turned back to her datapad.

A shiver shot through his spine. Small Brunettes.

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The Stinger Mantis, Tepasi Sovereign Space

Sixteen Minutes Later

“Unauthorized shuttle, power down and stand down immediately. This is your final warning.”

So obviously some mistakes were made.

That was an understatement actually. Many severe mistakes were made.

Cal was locked in probably the most powerful tractor beam he’d ever encountered, with more firepower than he could’ve imagined aiming at him, and no backup to speak of. He was kriffed.

“BD, open a channel to that ship.”

“Beep boop?”

“Just trust me on this, buddy.”

“Boop boop bah.”

“Thank you bud. Tagge battleship Levinbolt, this is captain of the Stinger Mantis speaking. I’m not here to cause any trouble. I’m here to see Obi-Wan Kenobi. I know he’s here, so don’t bother denying it.”

A beat of silence. “Power down and stand down. I will not repeat myself again.”

A woman, the same one that identified herself as the captain of that posh ship keeping him trapped. She had an edge to her voice, a cold sort of fury that told Cal he’d better obey or she’d erase him from existence.

“Copy that. Powering down now.”

The first thing he did was cut comms with the Levinbolt. “BD, send a signal over the encrypted line. Request backup and extraction for two, then hide in the floor.”

Some arguing and beeping later, BD was finally squirreled away in the hidden compartment under the caf table and Cal was ready to fight his way out if necessary. The Mantis was reeled in via tractor beam and he tucked himself into the little corner next to the boarding ramp.

The plan, as stupid and suicidal as it sounded, was to fight his way through the initial boarding party, find himself either a set of armor or uniform, find and disable the tractor beam, then fly out. Simple, right? Cal split his saber in two, prepared to deflect blaster bolts and ready for a fight from all angles as the Mantis settled into the hangar bay and familiar bootsteps approached.

He wasn’t ready for them to pump gas into the ventilation system.

BD squeaked in alarm as Cal slumped, unconscious. He tried to fight back as troopers in black armor flooded the main cabin. The droid managed to shock one of the troopers before another one turned and shot him point blank with a restraining bolt. BD felt his programming freeze and locked up as they scooped him up into a durasteel box.

After years of fighting, running, and hiding, Cal Revano Kestis, one of the last Jedi Knights left alive, was finally captured.

His comlink chimed and was promptly turned off. On Tanalorr, Merrin frowned, told Greez to babysit Kata, and took her fighter to Naboo. ‘Quick check in’ her ass, her idiot of a husband was probably captured or on a suicide mission somewhere.

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TaggeCo Veteran Rehabilitation Centre, Tepasi

Kanan, or Commander Dume as he was registered here, had been diligently going through every exercise they wanted him to. Some were very useful in helping him regain hand-eye coordination, which had atrophied over the past year, while others were useless to him on account of Force sensitivity. He went through all of it regardless, being with Hera in their dorm after every long day.

It was a wonderful thing, being able to see her again. She was as beautiful as the day he last saw her, perhaps even more so now. He got to watch, and listen, and feel, as the child, their child, grew more and more in her womb.

Life under the Tagges had restrictions and he knew there would be plenty of compromises in the future, but at least his family was all safe and any new additions wouldn’t be born on the run.

So of course, in typical post-Order-66 Jedi fashion, he felt one of his old creche-mates, his best friend of all people, appear over orbit and almost immediately dulled. Not dead, but unconscious.

He went through his day, went back to his dorm, and immediately grabbed the comlink next to his bed. Lapin had given him their personal comm code for emergencies. “Lapin?”

“Is this about the Jedi we just caught?”

“Uh, yes. I think I know him. You got Cal Kestis right?”

“Yep. If you wanna talk to him, I can arrange that.”

“Please do. He was my best friend back before.”

“Keep your inbox open. I’ll send details after I’m done eating.”

“Thank you.”

They ended the call right as Hera walked in. Kanan filled her in on what happened, which led to a long conversation about his time in the Temple.

Kanan didn’t sleep that night. If there was one thing he knew for certain about Cal, it was that the man could be more stubborn than Master Windu, and just as good with a lightsaber.

It was going to be an interesting conversation.

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Residential Wing, Tagge Manor, Tepasi

Lapin rubbed their eyes and sighed. How many kriffing Jedi were still alive!? And why was half of them suddenly their problem?

They called Artur and told him to tell Kenobi about what just happened. They had three Jedi right now, all of them connected one way or another. Might as well put them all in a room together and see what comes out of it.

#star wars #star wars rebels #sw fanfic #pyrondi #star wars empire #hammerly #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #cal x merrin #obi wan kenobi #domina tagge #lapin tagge #hera syndulla #scar trooper

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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 8 months

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𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦… 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡… 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏.

(Also the one at the sides are Hammerly (dark skinned) and Pyrondi (blonde) I couldn't find canon designs for them so this is my own, sorry if they're wrong ^^;

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itsagrimm · 2 years

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Chimera crew: „sweeeeeet Caroline“

Pyrondi, Xoxin and some newbie from engineering: „FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Faro & Eli: *covering Thrawns ears like 2 protective caretakers*

Thrawn: *hearing anyway and gearing up for a string of uncomfortable questions about human behaviourisms*

#thrawn #senior captain thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #isd chimaera #eli vanto #Karyn faro #pyrondi #ensign vanto #isd chimera #chiss

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mayhaps-a-blog · 7 months

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You know something I noticed?

There is not a single other Imperial officer shown on the Chimaera.

All we see is Thrawn and stormtroopers. Even Enoch looks like a trooper - he's in armor, not uniform. Usually, you'd see at least one officer supervising things like loading a cargo bay - so where are they?

We know Ezra's attack at the end of Rebels cleared the bridge - we see the evacuation, see them fleeing. Did they all escape before the ship was dragged to hyperspace? Are they so low on personnel that they're all up in the command deck, keeping the ship together?

Ezra having focused on the bridge...

Are they dead?

I don't think we'll be seeing many of our favorites from the books...

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empress-violetlight · 25 days

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To everyone whining for Tales from the Empire "Oh, I want to see Eli!" "seeing Faro would be cool!", step back, and think for a moment:

Do you really want Filoni getting ahold of more book characters?

The Hat Man can barely keep his own OCs straight, and tried to make Thrawn into a generic, 80s saturday morning cartoon villain! Why, exactly, is beyond me, considering they have THE BEST voice actor for that kind of character literally on speed dial! He really should have just made his own OC for Rebels, and left one of the few characters with any nuance in this franchise the hell alone!

The less said about the Ahsoka series, the better.

Eli, Faro, Pyrondi, all the Ascendency Chiss, Talon Karrde, Mara Jade -- he can keep his slimy claws off them!

Timothy Zahn is 1000 times the writer and creator that Felony will ever be! And if that means we only get to see his creations in books and comics, that's a price I'm willing to pay. Better that then to see them ruined.

#Tales from the Empire #Star Wars #Thrawn #in case you didn't realise the voice actor in question is Mark Hamil #His protrayal of the Joker and Firelord Ozai are legendary!#and he voices SKELETOR - basically the blueprint for over-the-top cartoon villians - in the He-Man remake #A Hamil villian would have been PERFECT for Rebels!

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contentment-of-cats · 7 months

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The Card Game at the End of the Galaxy.

They got the Lady as repaired as one could hope. The damned whales apparently used the refined Clouzon fuels to come back here to die after spawning. The Chimaera's crew had been too busy dying or with damage control to see the beasties having it off in hyperspace. Grace and Little Gods only knew if she'd hold together making the jump, but with the materials of other crashed ships, they'd been able to put her back together.

Shipwide Communication: All Hands

ALL ESSENTIAL PERSONNEL INDICATED FOR COLD SLEEP HAVE RECEIVED THEIR THORACIC PORTS AND BACTA TREATMENT.

PREPARATION FOR NON-EMERGENCY COLDSLEEP:

Your groups will be called by MOS and rank. Do not wait in the medbay corridors.

No food after 00:00 - clear liquids only. Take the intestinal prep at the same time.

At 06:00 leave your quarters wearing the hooded jumpsuit provided. Your possessions will be stored away for you.

In the staging area wait to be called with your group. Please do not bring anything with you such as datapads, reading material, or your personal comlinks.

We will soon be home.

They will soon regret it.

Long live the Empire.

CMDE Albus Marinith, ISD Chimaera FLAG, 7th Fleet,

GADM Mitth'raw'nuruodo, ISD Chimaera FLAG, 7th Fleet

They were good soldiers and sailors of the Empire, and rather than await a lingering death from starvation and thirst - or eating dead whale meat (barf) - his Humans got to work. Thrawn, of course, didn't know this. He was in and out of coldsleep, medbeds, bacta tanks, and surgery. His Humans were as determined to save him as they were to get home. They were shocked silly when three crones suddenly appeared on the auxiliary bridge, and the Three Mothers almost joined their sisters before Thrawn stopped them.

They had something to offer - and they wanted something in return.

A way to communicate with the galaxy far, far away. A way to rally the resources needed to return home. The hyperlanes were purgill migration routes, the purgill one of the oldest species not just in the galaxy, but in the universe, and a species eating itself out of existence. They came here to spawn, then die, their bones filled with Clouzon, the ships that ran on it the only way for them to get home. With a ring based on the old Jedi fighter hyperspace rings, the Chimaera could fly again. It would take the Mothers back to Dathomir, and the crew of the Chimaera back home.

It was go time.

They found a way to mine the bone belt, then vaporize the bones in a plasma engine, collecting the gasses. The Chimaera's chief engineer's last act had been to shut down the core with his bare hands in a breached engine room. In the weeks that it took to minimally refuel, the air turned stale as vital systems starved. Then, nursing the core back to full power - and holding their breath - engine by engine, they fired the Gemon-4 ion engines and moved slowly into the atmosphere.

Thrawn awoke just in time for the descent.

More devilry, but it could not be helped. Three rickety old hags weighed against the remaining Chimaera crew.

So they are here now, his loyal crew. Almost all sleep in their stasis units in the catacombs. The Chimaera is vacuum tight and as spaceworthy as possible. Bridger will be stranded.

Hammerly shuffles the cards, the chrono counting down to 00:00. Pyrondi has a pile of worthless chips and heckles Lomar and Agral that she's cashing in when they get home. Yve doesn't do goodbyes, and is sitting this one out. Marinith is finishing his last commands and a glass of his Corellian whisky.

Thrawn brings a bottle and takes a seat. "Deal me in, Flag Captain Hammerly."

"Ready to lose your pension, sir?" Pyrondi chirps with her characteristic confidence.

"Hold onto your chips, Commander Pyrondi." Card games such as Five Card Fool Me involve strategy as much as luck. "Remember last time."

She tried to bluff the table with a pair of deuces and fooled everyone but him.

They talk about what they're going to do when they get home. Some of the acts involve improbable uses for Bridger's head, but most are typical leave activities. They talk about visiting family, partying, indulging in food and drink, or hobbies.

"What are you planning to do, sir?"

"Apparently, Commander Lomar, I need to plan on posting your bail." Thrawn let a small smirk flit across his face, making the others eye their cards nervously. "Don't worry about the courts martial. I've had enough of them that I can talk you through."

The runup to coldsleep has seen some remarkable behavior in the name of stress relief, and Thrawn has long looked the other way on fraternization. Waking up in a pile of warm and naked Humans has been comforting these past months. They have never disdained his injured body, and many bear scars from horrendous wounds of their own.

Five minutes to 00:00, Hammerly puts the cards away and kisses them all farewell. Lomar and Agral follow. Marinith looks in and bids him goodnight. Yve's farewell is personal, warm, and heartfelt. Pyrondi tidies the room and Thrawn can feel her reluctance to leave.

"I'll look in on you in a few hours."

She nods, not trusting her voice, and goes. Thrawn would never betray her confidence that coldsleep terrifies her. They've all had the drills, starting with the academy, but this is going to be for a very long time. They don't have enough consumables for the length of time they'll have to wait. Thrawn and a core of stormtroopers will remain awake, with a few officers and specialists to wake when the Eye of Sion arrives.

The prep for non-emergency coldsleep is unpleasant, but he noticed them cutting back on rations and increasing fluids. When he looks in on Pyrondi, as promised, she's pale and fatigued in the aftermath. A weak smile from her and he enters, placing the do-not-disturb on the doorway. He's going to miss her as she sleeps. He will miss all of them. His Humans.

He stays until 06:00, going to medbay and finding everything ready. He nods at the medic to begin.

"Commander Agral, report to medbay."

"Commander Yve, report to medbay."

"Commander Lomar, report to medbay."

"Commander- Commodore Marinith, report to medbay."

Pyrondi is last, and it is for his own selfish purpose. Marinith gives him a knowing look.

The body, reactivating from a cold start, goes through hell. Hibernation sickness can last for weeks if one is not properly inducted. First come the scans to make sure of an empty digestive tract. A protective drink goes down, eye and nose drops are administered, a mouthpiece put in place. Then the thoracic port is hooked up to the infusion pump. There is nobody to see as he takes Pyrondi's hand. She's a good officer, one of his very best.

"Anesthesia in three, two, one. Commander, count backwards from ten."

"Ten. Nine. Eight. S-sevix. Fi-"

Pyrondi's eyes haze, close, and are then delicately taped to protect them. The mouthpiece and airway tube are placed, then her exposed face covered with bacta patches. It doesn't look like her any longer. Thrawn starts to tuck her fingers into the mitt, then looks at the other four caskets waiting, lights blinking. It's not a Chiss custom, but he presses his lips to her warm fingers.

"I'll see you soon, Commander Pyrondi."

He tucks her hand back in, straightens and nods at the medic.

"Coldsleep prep dose underway… now." He can't see the warmth drain from her face, but he can see her in infrared when he blinks his nictitating lid. She changes until her body gives only a cold blue signal. "Patient is stable. Beginning induction."

He waits. She or one of the others waited for him - there every time he woke up.

"Induction successful for Pyrondi, Commander, Senior Weapons Officer, female, twenty-six years of age."

The casket closes, carbonite gas filling the space, the light flashes and then settles into a steady red.

Thrawn nods to the medic, one of the few crew members left awake.

"We'll take good care of them, sir."

"Dismissed."

When the troopers come to take the five caskets, Thrawn turns and walks away.

Now all he has to do is wait.

#thrawn #ahsoka #do i really need a spoiler warning?#isd chimaera #hammerly #pyrondi #agral #yve #marinith #chimaera crew

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twocrowssinatrenchcoat · 7 months

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Good day fellow mutual!

I've got a very silly image in my head of eli teaching thrawn how to do the macarena, maybe even faro in the distance staring at them like she's never seen something so completely unreal in her life, thrawn arguing that it is for *tactical* purposes, eli trying (and failing) not to laugh like "yeah we're taking this very seriously/professionally ofc"... thrawn with a deadpan serious face concentrating very hard to learn the moves like his life depends on it... i could go on but i think the *vision* is there (you may use this or ignore it at your convenience)

Also want to add that i really love the way you draw theeeeeeem akdjjsnsb

Thank you, I really appreciate it :>>>

This was kind of challenging to draw (because more dynamic poses are a STRUGGLE) but I absolutely loved the idea so I had to try djjsjsks

Bonus, Karyn and Hammerly, somewhere in the distance:

#Karyn and Hammerly are a MUST #someone needs to not-so-silently judge them #(I also need to draw Pyrondi and add her to this disaster group)#star wars #grand admiral thrawn #eli vanto #thranto #Karyn Faro #Hammerly #isd chimaera

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merry-chissmas · 4 months

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Merry Chissmas: December 22: From Bextia and Diamond Dove - Chapter 2!

Comfort food (4502 words) by Diamond_Dove, bextia Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Eli Vanto Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Eli Vanto, Karyn Faro, Sheev Palpatine, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Che'ri (Star Wars), Vahn'ya, Thalias | Mitth'ali'astov, Ar'alani (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Thranto, Family Restaurant, alien immigrants, hard beginnings, chiss food, Shitty day, unexpected findings, Sky-walkers Summary: Chissmass keep on rolling!! This time we go full AU mode, heading into a restaurant AU. At the end there is the translation of the sentences said in cheuhn

#karyn faro #thrawn #au #restaurant au #thranto #che'ri #thalias #vah'nya #ar'alani #hammerly #pyrondi

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ouradmiraldaala · 3 days

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