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I feel for someone like Ar'alani, whose whole life was dedicated to the Ascendancy, the fall of homeworld would be a reoccurring theme of her nightmares.
"Young men and women, ready to give their lives to protect their homeworld. Noble and honorable…and a sacrifice, if it was ever required, that … would be a complete and utter waste."
happy possible birthday to the blue guy i think maybe. idk i remember hearing today was his canon birthday once and it was literally in my calendar so god strike me down if i’m wrong
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While we're looking up at the Artemis II astronauts journeying to the Moon, they're looking back home at us.
In this image, Earth peeks through the capsule window, reminding us that a view like this relies on the ingenuity and hard work of countless people back home.
In the second image, we see our home planet as a whole, lit up in spectacular blues and browns. A green aurora even lights up the atmosphere.
Follow the Artemis II astronauts on their journey to the Moon:
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Twenty years ago, even ten, I would have said the destruction of the Chiss Ascendancy would be a straightforward exercise. No longer. A new generation of military leaders has arisen, warriors who cannot be trusted to walk recklessly down the well-worn paths of manipulation set before them. Supreme General Ba’kif, Admiral Ar’alani, a few others—they think and plan outside the normal patterns. Unpredictable.
If you are willing to do a Thrass×reader where he is still alive and he meets Thrawn again on the Chimaera and he becomes smitten with one of the officer on the bridge. I would love to see the two brothers reunite again and Thrawn helping his brother find some kind of happiness, maybe?
Thraaaaaaaaaaaaaass TT.TT I don't care what Tim says, he survived the crash!!!!
art by @jorrmund
Thrass x GN!reader
Tags: short, fluff, sweet, reunion, intimate discussion, the two bros are finally reunited, (Y/n) is only mentionned
Mitth'ras'safis sighs in front of the large bay window, twirling his drink in his glass lazily. Before him expands the never-ending night of the universe with its constellations and moons.
A night he used to look at with a silent question: will the Chiss rescue squad come in his lifetime, or after?
He isn't so full of himself to think the Ascendancy will send an entire squad for a single lost chiss, all syndic he might be.
But for the Outbound flight… They will come!
And they would save the Chiss lost on this rock by the same occasion.
His saviors did come, more than a decade later. And they were as surprising as completely unpredictable!
His younger brother, now a Grand Admiral of that former Republic, now a Human Empire… And with him, a flock of humans in green uniforms looking at him and his brothers of misfortune with silent pity and disdain.
A mix Thrass always hated to stir in others, Chiss or aliens.
"Are you comfortable?" A deep, musical voice rises behind Thrass' seat in the large sofa.
He doesn't even bother to turn his head, a tight grin stretching his lips as he takes a sip of his wine.
"Very comfortable, Thrawn, thank you."
His brother sits down next to him, in his neat white uniform and golden epaulets.
How funny is it that both species' uniforms share the same colors for the highest officers? Despite the distance, both species shared the same idea…
For several minutes, the two Mitths remain silent, enjoying the dark view with their wine, no other officer coming to disturb their peace. They clink their glasses and drink slowly, appreciating this floating moment.
Serene
Calm
Rare
Too rare…
"So." Thrass speaks at last, "'Grand Admiral of the Empire', mmh?" a hint of playful mockery in his voice
"Indeed." Thrawn drinks a sip, unbothered.
"I did not know your disagreements with the Syndicure ran so deeply as to resort to desertion to an alien society." Thrass eyes his junior.
Thrawn stops mid-movement, lowering his glass to his lap, red eyes getting lost in the void in front of them.
"I'm sorry, Thrawn. My humor is a bit rusted after all this time." Thrass admits going too far.
"No… It was meant to look as such if Chiss ever came to cross paths with me after my exile…" Thrawn pensively responds.
"Your secret mission, you mean?"
"Of course, of course, dear Brother…"
Thrass observes his dear younger brother, seemingly as lost as he was for more than a decade on that desolate planet with the rest of the Outbound flight crew and passengers.
"You will not be remembered as a traitor, Thrawn." Thrass declares solemnly, "Soon, your true mission will be revealed, and all Chiss will be forced to admit that you ever acted in favor and protection of the Ascendancy and its population. All the Syndics who congratulated themself in your exile will kiss your hand in reverence when we return with a proper army to protect the Chaos."
Thrawn simply sighs.
"May your words be true, Thrass."
"I am always right on political matters, remember?"
"Yes… I always wondered about the legacy I left in the Ascendancy. Did I leave our worlds to agonise? Did I motivate the warriors to protect our civilisation? Will I be remembered as an exiled traitor or as someone who always tried to do good by the Chiss?"
"You want to be remembered as a hero?"
"I have no such ambitions. I want my memory to be used for the betterment of our people, may it be in the glory of my victories, or the disgrace of my exile. I am no hero, but I hope to be a catalyst for the survival of our species and culture." Thrawn explains, a hint of… Sadness in his tone, "I would be… disappointed that all my efforts go to waste in sterile and immobile political squabblings instead of uniting us all against our enemies."
"I see…" Thrass nods slowly.
Thrawn takes a big breath, straightening his posture like he realised he was opening himself up.
"Anyway… This crosses my mind sometimes when I am bored." He clears his throat.
"I object that it crosses your mind more often than that, dear brother." Thrass retorts, "It is perfectly natural to hope your sacrifice was not in vain. And when we return together, you will see that you were the spark of a glorious movement in the Chiss population to take the threats seriously. And you will be remembered as a hero." He promises with a reassuring grin.
"We will return, but not together, brother." The younger Mitth takes a large sip, moistening his lips.
"Pardon?" Thrass asks, wondering if he heard right.
"I will send you back, but I won't follow. My work is not yet done. I may not yet return home."
"But… You are a Grand Admiral! You order entire fleets! We can go home together."
"No, I am not yet completely free of my movement. I have yet to see the Emperor fall to seize full control of all the fleets. Your return is more critical, Thrass, as a missing member of the 8th and a member of the Syndicure, I will make sure you return to the Ascendancy safely and in record time."
"Thrawn, this is nonsense. We just found each other, and you expect me to abandon you behind?" Thrass demands, outraged by the Grand Admiral.
"Only me?" Thrawn eyes his fellow with a lopsided grin.
"Who else?!"
"Mmmmh. A certain officer… (color) eyes, (color) skin, (color) hair… A sharp tongue and a swift spirit?"
"(Y/n)?! What do they-" Thrass closes his mouth shut, realising he spoke too much.
"Yes, (Y/n)… I had their name on the tip of my tongue, thank you, Thrass."
Thrass keeps his mouth shut, boiling inside.
How could he spill the tea so easily like that? He was becoming too rusty for a Syndic!
True, he found the human officer cute.
Very much to his taste.
But he remained firmly in the bounds of modesty and politeness with them! He remained discreet!
Yet Thrawn noticed him making doe eyes to one of his officers?
Urgh, such a hassle…
"You always had good taste, my brother." Thrawn simply muses, amused at Thrass' muteness.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Come on, my brother. We are both too old for that game. You can be true to me, and admit you found your dearest in the ranks of my subordinates."
Thrass reluctantly agrees in his mind, but it is not that simple…
"If only they were not human… Or me not Chiss…" He slouches on the sofa, abandoning all his bravado.
"That's what worries you?" Thrawn notes, rising a single blue-black eyebrow.
"As it should!"
"Not necessarily."
"How so?"
"We both spent a decade with aliens, getting to know them. Their ways. Their thought patterns. Their weaknesses, their strengths. Did you not start to affectionate them?"
"Did you?!" Thrass choke.
"Not really, but I started to take comfort in the presence of some of them. I made allies. Even some friends. I have their support and loyalty. I know them. They are no Chiss, but they are no less honorable."
"By the Warrior, what are you saying, Thrawn? This is nonsense…" Thrass combs his fingers in his long hair.
"I am simply pointing out that we both are way past the pettiness of race and species, by now. What if you are a Chiss, and they are a Human? You are both strong, good people, and this is all that matters in our unmerciful circumstances."
"I did not abandon all dignity!"
"You mean your Chiss pride?"
Thrass looks black at his junior, who only shortly chuckles in return.
"I see you did not."
Thrass exhales with frustration.
"How could I even justify that at home?"
"You do not have to justify anything. Interspecies marriages were recorded in our archives." Thrawn finishes his glass, elegantly putting it on the tea table.
"Millenia ago! And incredibly rarely!"
"So you agree? Interspecies marriages are recorded in Chiss archives." Thrawn grins tightly, getting comfortable among the cushions.
Thrass refrains from a tssk.
Of course, Interspecies marriages were recorded; there have been deviant Chiss in all ages!
But that is not him! He isn't deviant! He is better than that!
Or maybe…
Not?
"Did you speak to them?" Thrawn finally inquires after a moment of silence.
"No…"
"Do you intend to?"
"… I do not know. I…" Thrass hesitates, "I do not want to hurt them…"
"You won't. Invite them for a caff in the mess hall, chat with them. You will be surprised by what you might find."
Thrass lets his hand fall on his stomach, feeling suddenly very tired for no reason.
"It sounds so easy when you say so…"
"It is, I am sure of it." Thrawn encourages gently.
"… Thank you, brother." Thrass whispers.
Thrawn's crazy plans always worked until now… Maybe this one will work as well.
"You are welcome, brother."
"So am I to let both my dear brother and the dearest to my heart behind?" The syndic laments.
"You may bring them to the Ascendancy; the more human supports in the Ascendancy, the smoother the collaboration may unfold. I am sure they would love Sposia's beaches."
"I am only half relieved…"
"I know, I am sorry. I wish I could return sooner, but I must do it properly. I need to remain still."
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Hello ☺️ If you ever have the time and energy, would you maybe write something with Samakro x reader? She’s a human working as a navigator on his ship, and love starts blooming between them. I think you might’ve written something like that before—if so, could you maybe continue it? I miss that grumpy Captain☺️ I seriously love your stories, you’re insanely talented🤍
The human navigator was a Thrawn story, but I can cook you something for best boy Samakro, dear, no problem!
art by @jun-c
Samakro x F!reader
Tags: short and sweet, fluff, first kiss
[Part 1]
Samakro silently observes his monitor, lost in his observation.
He has been watching the tapes of the assassination attempt on repeat since this morning. Something's not right here… A piece of the puzzle is missing, but he intends to find it.
And he will find it.
He barely reacts when a mug is placed next to his screen. He raises his gaze to meet Thalias'.
"Still on that?" She asks with a mug of her own in her hand, "Did the frames change since you started to watch obsessively?" She playfully asks.
Samakro barely groans in response, not in the mood for funny jabs, and grabs the cup to drink a sip. Thalias' little laugh immediately dies down in an embarrassed cough.
"Sorry…"
"Something is bugging me." He explains, "And I know my answer is in this video…" He fixes the screen intensely.
He starts over, slowing the video's speed down.
"Well, do not lose sleep over it. Captain Thrawn wants you ready and alert for tomorrow." She lets him know, heading out to Che'ri.
"Mmmmmmh." He barely answers, eyes noticing an odd detail.
Your reaction…
You jumped in front of Thrawn to protect him from the fire too… early.
Almost like you could predict their action, like you could see 2 seconds in the future.
Almost like…!
"Caregiver! Please remain and review something with me!"
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"That was the last test." The Springhawk head scientist says as she takes off the helmet from your head.
You let her do, leaning slightly forward for easier access, lying in your medbay bed, still bandaged all over.
It is good that it is the last one, Samakro judges. He would have stopped the experiment after this test, you are still weak with blood loss, and he doesn't want to exhaust you.
He cannot stop worrying for you, it seems, like Thrawn playfully put under his nose in that conference room with an amused tight grin. Samakro mentally shakes his head.
"When will we know the results?" He demands regally.
"Soon, this evening probably." She answers, tidying up her measurement tools.
"Good."
He steps to the side to let her pass before turning to you.
"Are you all right? Are you tired?" He asks with concern.
You cannot help the mocking smile.
"Are you worrying about me Mid-Captain Samakro?"
"Am I not allowed?"
"I thought you hated me." You explain with a painful sigh, readjusting your position on the bed.
Samakro considers you silently.
Him? Hating you?
It should be the other way around! He was tasked to watch over your shoulder since you arrived on the Springhawk, putting you through tests and trials every day.
Yet, in accordance with your own words, you do not hate him.
So why would he hate you?
"My sentiments toward you are not the question : my mission is to make sure you are in good health." He retorts.
"I know… For your UAG thing." You sigh again, sadly this time.
How can you know about the UAG? Who snitched that to you?
Samakro silently growls.
"If the tests are positive, you won't have to visit the UAG, or not for long." He lets you know.
"What are we testing by the way?" You ask, with a more cheerful tone, your natural curiosity peeking through.
"I cannot reveal it to you if the results are negative. But if they are conclusive, I promise I will tell you everything, (Y/n)." He lets you know.
You smile tiredly and close your eyes for a good nap. Your wound still exhausts you so much every day, no wonder why you sleep so much.
Samakro delicately caresses a strand of hair behind your hair before mentally slapping himself.
What is he doing?!
He jumps to his feet and exits your room to run after the head scientist.
"Ma'am!" He calls.
She stops and turns to him.
"I was wondering when you would decide to follow me." She notes placidly.
"I know you already have a good guess about the results. What do you think?" He immediately demands, reaching her side.
"I cannot say without running the results."
"You tested thousands of potential skywalkers, we both know you can detect them without running the results. So?"
She sighs, looking around them before lowering her voice.
"This is conclusive."
Samakro takes the news in.
"So she is like Navigators?"
"Yes. She shows all the signs and talents."
Samakro is flabbergasted.
Humans can be sensitive like Skywalkers and Navigators? He must warn Senior Captain Thrawn immediately.
He spins on his heels and heads towards the bridge with long, solid strides, gaze straight ahead…
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Samakro almost gulps, but he remains in control of his body.
You are talking to Senior Captain Thrawn, your suitcase at your feet, hands clasped in front of you.
He remains silent, on the side, with his questis.
Your sojourn in the UAG was short but packed, to prepare you for your new role in the CEDF.
A human Skywalkker… Samakro thought he saw everything, and yet, you managed to surprise him!
Thrawn respectfully bows his head to you and walks away after giving you his regards. Samakro lifts his gaze from his screen only to realize you are looking toward him with quiet… Hope in your eyes?
He moistens his lips and takes a step closer to reach you.
"Skywalker (Y/n) (F/n)." He ceremonially greets.
"I am Skywalker (Y/n) (F/n) to you know?" You laugh, "No more 'human (Y/n)'? Wow, what a promotion!"
Samakro cringes. Calling you 'human' at every turn was very clumsy of him… And he kind of regrets it now that he sees you shining like that.
"Yes. You are now to serve the Ascendancy like all of us." He responds.
"Yes…" You answer.
And for a split second, he sees regret flashing in your eyes. Old memories bubbling to the surface of your mind.
"You will return to your home, one day, (Y/n). I am sure of it." He tries to comfort you like he can.
"I hope. But I also hope you will come visit me there!" You smile brightly to him.
Samakro feels his heart jump in his ribcage for an unknown reason. You are just so… Radiant in this instant.
"Maybe. My agenda is quite full." He tempers your hope.
But…
"But that would be a pleasure to meet you again, Skywalker (Y/n)." He lets you know in a breath.
"Then… Why wait that I get home? When is your next leave?"
Samakro is taken aback by your forwardness all of a sudden.
No
Not taken aback
Impressed.
"In 2 months."
You nod.
"I'll try to be here, then! Let's meet at the workers' canteen of the Blue Dock in 2 months, okay?" You aks, again, full of hope.
Samakro cannot help his heartbeat accelerating with joy.
"Why not a bar?" He proposes, "I know a cosy one near the dock with good alcohol and nice music."
"Works for me!"
You take out your brand new comm and look up at him, expectantly. He takes out his and you exchange numbers.
"Then, I wish you a safe travel at your new post, Skywalker (Y/n)." He says with a tight grin.
But his smile doesn't reach his eyes.
Because now, it will be hard to see each other regularly, unless you are signed into the Springhawk for a few missions…
He realises that he already misses you even though you are standing right in front of him.
He will miss your bubbly personality, your comforting smile, and your intricately alien perspectives… All the things that annoyed him at the beginning, he now regrets them dearly already…
The Warrior and their sense of humor…
"Thank you, Mid-Captain Samakro." You respond, fidgeting with your fingers, "I wish you the same."
But neither of you 2 moves away.
You remain still, looking at each other, you with a shy smile and him with a longing sigh.
And then… You take him by surprise.
You raise on your tiptoes and kiss the corner of his mouth so brazenly that Samakro feels all the air escape his lungs in surprise.
"Good day, Mid Captain." You say, a warmth spreading in your cheeks, visible in his infrared vision.
You grab your suitcase and head out, but…
By instinct, and way before he can analyse his own actions, Samakro grabs your wrist to force you to stop and spin back toward him, and captures your lips before any of you 2 realize what is happening.
He feels you gasp in the kiss and readies himself to receive a slap across the face.
But the slap never came.
He hears the drop of your suitcase and feels your arms circling his thick neck to press him tighter against your feminine curves.
You both close your eyes to savor the kiss, not caring for the Chiss around you.
Samakro can hear the whispers and the indignant gasps, but frankly, he does not care right now! Feeling your lips on his is such a high and worth all the indignation in Csilla!
He presses you tighter in his embrace, losing his breath in the kiss until he has to release you to allow you to breathe too…
You pant in each other's arms, looking into each other's eyes.
"See you soon, (Y/n)…" He pants, heavy with desire, "I look forward to our date."
You gulp, visibly flustered.
"Y-yes… See you soon, Samakro."
He pecks your lips and releases you, letting your hands brush as you walk away.
With the absolute certainty that you would see each other again!
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