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Life in exile is not exactly easy, especially when confronted with the many dangers of Peridea and with an always curious daughter to keep safe…
In the blink of an eye you're confronted with a new reality - exile. (or in Thrawn's case exile from an exile lol) You quickly realize how dangerous Peridea is with the amount of troopers getting killed by faceless bandits while out exploring.
Since then Thrawn only sends out scouts when absolutely necessary and keeps most of the crew aboard the Chimera, safe for those in search of food. Otherwise you couldn't sustain the entire crew for much longer.
At first you're mad at your husband. You blame him for being exiled with no way to contact your family and friends, and you're not the only one.
You try to shield your daughter from the cruelty of the exile. There's a designated safe outpost for your crew where you spend some of your time. Catching fresh air and going for a walk under Peridea’s cloudy sky can lift the spirits.
She loves flying her hand crafted kite on the outpost’s rocky plateau. One time she actually put her little ysalamir on her kite. It survived, but what followed was a reprimand from her dad, telling her not to needlessly put lives at risk and that the lizard certainly didn't have any fun clinging for dear life onto that piece of fabric in the air. She never did it again.
Since there is no holonet connection on Peridea you and Thrawn teach your daughter everything she would usually learn at school in your quarters. That can't replace actual lessons with other children though. You soon realize that your daughter misses her peers from her holonet classes.
Not just the lack of friends her age but the entire situation affects your daughter’s behavior. She becomes less playful and more serious, leading to her being eager to learn more self-defense in her father’s dojo. Thrawn thinks it's a good thing. You are worried though.
Another thing you're worried about is the presence of the nightsisters. They claim that they're able to contact someone from your Galaxy, so Thrawn insists on working with them to return back home. You don't trust them though and keep your daughter as far away from them as possible.
Look, the perfect marriage doesn’t exist. Even your marriage with Thrawn has its ups and downs. You argue quite often during your time in exile. Thrawn never raises his voice though. This maker-forsaken planet weighs down on everyone’s mood, including yours.
Makeup sex helps a lot with that. Thrawn leaves more marks on you than usual. After so many years your sex life is still going strong. It's the perfect way to let out the pent up frustration with your unfortunate situation.
You’re not the only ones using sex to cope. Among your crew a few women end up pregnant and some not so secret weddings are taking place.
Meanwhile your daughter finds joy in learning how to ride a howler. She's not allowed to leave the outpost unaccompanied, a rule she doesn’t like at all. She still has this neverending thirst for knowledge and thinks the death troopers joining her on her trips through the Peridean wasteland are just slowing her down or disrupting her studies of the local flora and fauna.
One day she actually leaves on her own and gets captured by bandits. Fortunately your husband is a strategic mastermind able to track her down before it's too late. To say Thrawn was mad is an understatement. He reprimands her in a dangerously low voice and grounds her for an entire month. He was actually as scared for her safety as you.
Tbh Thrawn feels guilty af since you’re in this exile because of a mistake he made, and during that incident with the bandits he felt he let his family down again. He orders his best people to take out those bandits once and for all to make this place a little safer for all of you.
At the point your kid is 10 years old she's super interested in collecting and documenting rock fossils she finds on trips through the rocky wasteland. Thrawn thinks they are beautiful, telling her that nature is truly the greatest artist. A few fossils even find their way into his art collection.
Most people would consider a 10 year old too young to use a blaster. Thrawn on the other hand thinks it's the right age to get her used to the weapon. He takes it upon himself to teach her to shoot and gifts her her first blaster. He sleeps better at night knowing she can defend herself from a distance. The circumstances make it necessary for her to learn this skill this early, at least that's what he tells himself.
You take your daughter to the outpost almost every day at this point and show her how she can help out. You both help wherever you can. Collecting firewood and herbs for tea, cooking stews, building shelter, and even taming wild howlers.
Thrawn doesn't join you at the outpost, he's busy keeping everything running. Even in exile he takes his job as seriously as ever.
When you and your daughter return to your quarters at nightfall you can barely keep your eyes open. So when Thrawn returns after a busy day of keeping his troops motivated, and finds the loves of his life cuddled up on the sofa waiting for him, he feels at peace. He knows wherever his life takes him, you will follow.
Your daughter shows interest in helping babysit the offspring of your crew. Thrawn agrees, glad his little girl accepts that kind of responsibility. Soon she, and a few junior officers, look after a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. It keeps her occupied and playing with other children, despite them being eight+ years younger, benefits her mental health. She becomes more playful again and no longer feels like she has to grow up fast in this exile.
Thrawn is still busy working on a plan to escape Peridea. Seeing your daughter adapting to this exile makes you less worried for her. In fact, you get used to Peridea as well, without losing hope of returning home one day.
You know how much pressure lasts on Thrawn's shoulders, and you do your best to help him deal with it. He's so glad his family has his back at all times, and he knows that he's not really far from home, because his home is his family - you and your little girl, right there with him. As long as he's got you both, he is exactly where he needs to be the most. He's determined to return to your home galaxy though. He still has his mission that needs to be finished. Then, and only then, he will be able to introduce his loved ones to his homeworld and his people.
There is one more family life hc I'm planning. One thing we haven't explored yet is how Thrawn (+you) will deal with your daughter once she hits puberty. That will be the next and last family life hc coming soon.
Thrawn with a son named Thrass HC's because I'm bored waiting for my food:
This doesn't care about canon timelines or anything like that I just wanted to write some angst 🤷♀️ I wrote this all on my phone so I apologise for any spelling errors or issues in that regard
He wasn't sure he was prepared for a child. For so long, thrawn was ready to give up anything and everything for the Ascendancy, a baby would just complicate everything. But he wouldn't run, never. This was his burden to bear.
When he saw his baby boy for the first time his stoic facade cracked, his eyes welled with tears, he was enraptured with the tiny hands curling around his fingers as red eyes stared up at him.
His thoughts immediately turned to his brother, how would Thrass have responded to the news he had a nephew? He would have been supportive. Just like he was about everything Thrawn did. And that's when he knew that this little blue bundle of joy in his hands would carry on his late brothers legacy.
"Thrass..." he whispers reverently into the room, cradling the tiny boy in his arms while they both cried
When he's old enough, he takes him through the Mitth Homestead. Up the winding hills, baby strapped to his chest and bundled in clothing and blankets that will protect him from the Csilla cold.
His chest tightens as he makes his way towards Thrass' plot. The stones stacked neatly, but the pit in his stomach widens as he remembers that there is no body there. His brother wasn't able to come home.
He sits down on the cold ground, crossing his legs and holding his son tightly against him as he tries to find the words. The sick irony is that Thrass would know the words. He would know what to say and how to comfort him.
His son coos bringing him back into the moment.
"My brother... I wish that you were still here. So much has changed... and still continues to change. I long for your guidance" his voice is barely above a whisper as he holds his son close to him.
"I long to know if you're proud of the man I have become... if you would be proud of the father I have become"
"Your legacy lives on through me... through him..." he places the small boy on the ground, holding him up as his tiny legs are unable to hold himself up.
"I miss you brother..." the tears begin to fall, his face chilling from their dampness as he closes his eyes
He feels tiny hands wiping his face and opens his eyes to stare down at his son... his son Thrass trying to make him feel better as his brother Thrass always did.
Its a bitter-sweet thought. Causing so many more emotions to whirl around inside of him.
After a while, he bundles his son into his arms and turns to leave the grave. Glad to have finally introduced his son to his uncle and his namesake.
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Thrawn tells Che'ri a fairy tale. Yes, he does the voices.
CN: Che’ri mentions her isolated childhood and previous (emotionally neglectful?) caretakers. Also, this is based on the german original fairy tale of red riding hood and that story has themes of murder and sexual assault in it. obviously most kids don't read it that way but if it comes across to you as an adult that's no coincidence and the source material is peaking through. you are herby warned.
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Che’ri starred out of the viewport of the ship.
Stars, planets, moons… It was all the same to her. As long as she could remember she had seen the lights of space. All of her momishes had claimed that space was beautiful, that the abyss was terrifying, that it was a spectacular sight she should appreciate and cherish every chance she got.
The girl yawned, unimpressed by the panorama.
It had been weeks since she and Thrawn had gotten here. Senior Captain Thrawn had asked her to go on a mission to lesser space. And she had been terrified and excited to go on a real mission without a warship.
But now all it turned out to be a lot of sitting and waiting. Where was her promised mission? Where was the action? The only thing she had gotten so far were reading tasks, flight lessons and a new set of color markers to draw with.
She leaned back in the pilot's chair, her feet dangling from the height. It was Che’ri’s task to watch the cockpit while the senior captain worked out. It was supposed to teach her something like patience. But it felt like a pointless chore considering that they just could use the autopilot. A very adult chore. A very boring chore.
The door to the little room hissed open and senior Captain Thrawn strode in.
“Good evening, navigator Che’ri.”, he greeted formally as if they hadn’t constantly seen each other the past weeks.
“Hello” she called back.
“Thank you for doing guard duty and allowing me to attend to my other duties.” Thrawn continued as he sat down in the co-pilot's seat.
“It’s okay.”, Che’ri said, “I don’t mind. It’s no difference if I sit here or somewhere else on the ship.”
The senior captain eyed her thoughtfully. It was one of those gazes most adults used on her before saying something like ‘go to bed’ or ‘sit up straight’ or ‘watch your tongue, young navigator’. But the senior captain just looked at her as if he needed to solve a particularly hard math question before opening his mouth.
“You are bored.”
She shrugged and turned to the viewport again. Boredom was a constant. She was used to it.
“Would you like to hear a story to pass the time, navigator Che’ri?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want any more reading exercises. I already did mine for today.”
“Pardon, I misspoke ” The captain continued “I mean would you like to be told a story? I liked to listen to stories when I was a youngling. Maybe that would elevate your boredom?”
Che’ri’s head whipped around in surprise.
A story?
The momishes hardly ever read her tales and even Thalias was so busy that she only managed once to sit down for a bedtime story.
Her head spun at the prospect of getting entertained by the senior captain like that. And it downright spiraled at the thought of a past senior captain Thrawn youngling. Che’ri could not imagine the adult man before her being a child at all.
But she could imagine him as a storyteller.
Enthusiastically she nodded.
“Alright, navigator. Grab yourself some light cocoa and wait for me in the lounge. Let me just check the instruments and engage the autopilot beforehand.”
Che’ri jumped off the seat and fought the urge to run through the ship.
“That’s not proper behavior for a navigator” she remembered one of the especially preachy momishes. A strange instruction now that Che’ri considered it. She wouldn’t be a navigator forever and yet she hardly saw any of the adults and not-navigators run on ship. Still, better to stick with that instead of compromising the chance of getting the promised story.
In the kitchen she pushed one of the magnetized stools to the cabinet to climb up and get the powdered cocoa for kids. The senior captain had packed the treat just for her. It was a lighter sweeter version of the bitter cocoa leaves the adults used for their drinks. The colorful package with birds on it and lot’s of kids smiling at her as if inviting her to play with them. She would never do such a thing. Not unless she stopped being a navigator.
The thought both terrified and pleased her.
Quickly, she climbed back down, got herself a cup, stirred the powder in - a bit more than necessary to make it extra sweet - and got hot water from the dispenser machine before strolling to the lounge.
Thrawn was already there. Sitting on one of the couches. No questis in hand. How was he supposed to read the story out to her?
Unsure she took a seat.
Was this another lesson instead? Not a tale?
“Are you sitting comfortably?”, the captain asked.
She shuffled a bit around and placed the hot drink on the table before her and nodded.
“Alright, let me tell you my favorite story when I was a child.”
“You were a child once?”, Che’ri asked, surprised by her own boldness. That’s it, she had lost her chance to get a story for being so audacious.
Thrawn’s eyes twinkled with humor instead of anger for her interruption like most of the adults had done.
“Yes. I was a child once too”, he replied.
“When was that?”
“Not as long ago as you might think”, The unspoken laughter resonating in his words, “For me those childhood memories on Naporar are but a blink away even if that was decades ago. It might not make sense to you right now but one day you might think about this moment and understand. Shall we continue?”
“Yes.” Che’ri said, not understanding what the old man ment but eased by Thrawn's reaction.
"Alright. Interrupt me about anything you don’t understand. Until then lean back and close your eyes if you want. Let’s see…” Thrawn's voice became the only thing she thought about as she closed her eyes. He really was about to tell her a story! By himself!
“There once was a little girl who lived with her blood family in a forest. She-”
“What’s a forest, captain?”, Che’ri squeaked, unhappy about having to interrupt so soon.
He paused.
“Do you know what a tree is?”
“Yes. I have seen one in the atmosphere chamber of the springhawk. It’s a small little thing with a hard stem and lilac soft things growing on its top.”
“Yes, now imagine this tree tall like the ship.”
She tried.
“And now imagine many more of those tall trees growing together in one area, spanning over your head with their branches and moving with the wind. Animals live there too. Like the ones described in your reading exercise. Birds live up in the branches and build their nests there. Ground lions dig little hollows to sleep between the tree's roots. And night dragons stalk prey through the thick lush leaves and stems.”
Che’ri tried to see it all before her like she saw with third eye. It sounded magical, beautiful and terrifying. Like space.
“Our story is about a girl like you, living in a forest like that.” Thrawn continued, “One day she is asked to bring her elder some fresh black cheese bites and a bottle of cromas nectar. She packs her bag and leaves the house to walk through the forest to the elders house.”
“On her own?”, Che’ri wonders out loud. She could not remember being alone anywhere outside. Everytime she had been, it was just short stops on military fields or space ports with a momish or officer around.
“Yes, on her own.” Thrawn assures. “Remember, she is a girl like you capable of going on missions. She is careful and clever. Her family trusts her with the task.”
Thrawn pauses before continuing.
“So the girl takes her bag with the foodstuff, grabs her velvet coat against the cold - the forest is cold and soon the first snows will fall - and leaves the house.”
Che’ri nodds. She knows of snow, she has seen snow covered Csilla from space.
“As she walks the road through the forest, she sees flowers and leaves the road to pick them for her elder. Her caretakers had told her not to leave the road to stay safe. But the girl forgot. And those pretty flowers are so distracting. So she walks off the road.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes, Che’ri. As the little girl walks off the road, deep into the forest to collect her flowers, a night dragon appears.”
She gasped. She had seen pictures of night dragons. Terrifying big creatures with claws, teeth and dark furr to stalk for prey through the cold csilla night.
“The night dragon spotts the girl and thinks to itself ‘what a delicious little girl I could eat. But she has a bag with food with her. I can smell it. Maybe she can lead me to more prey.’ And so he steps out of the shadows of the trees and calls out to the girl ‘hey, girl where are you going to?’”
“Night dragons can talk?”, Che’ri inquires. Maybe she hadn’t read the right text yet to know about that.
“Only in stories.” Thrawn explains. “So the night dragon asks her where she goes and the girl answers him for she had never any reason not to trust anyone ‘To my elder deep in the forest right next to the 3 big trees just a click away from here to bring her black cheese bites and cromas nectar. The elder is sick and I’m bringing her treats so she can get well soon again’.”
“Why is she telling the night dragon about that? That’s dangerous!”, Che'ri cries out while unconsciously grabbing a pillow to hold onto. She opens her eyes and looks at Thrawn. “This is a scary story! My momishes never told me that one.”
The captain smiles mysteriously.
“Don’t worry, Che’ri. The girl is a girl like you. I would never allow you or a girl like you to be hurt. Not even in my stories. Patience.”
Che’ri squeezed the pillow in her arms before leaning back again and closing her eyes.
“Go on.” she ordered impatiently before adding a more appropriate, “Please, captain.”
“The night dragon is very happy about the news. ‘Perfect. A helpless elder AND a little girl I can eat’, he thinks to himself, ‘I will have the elder first and then finish with the sweet meat of the girl later’. And so he leaves the little girl and runs to the house of the elder. There, he knocks at the door and enters the house where he finds the sick elder and devours the sick elder in one piece.”
Thrawn pauses as if expecting Che’ri to object before continuing with a deep and dramatic voice. She squeezed her pillow expectantly, holding her breath.
“Meanwhile the little girl had collected all the flowers she needed and made her way to the house of the elder. There, she found the door open. She called into the house for her elder and a strange voice answered her. Confused, the girl stepped into the house and found her elder in the sickbed. But it was a strange sight. ‘Elder, dear elder,’ the trustful girl cried, ‘It’s good to see you. But tell me elder, why do you have such big ears?’”
Che’ri squeezed her pillow.
“‘It’s so I can hear better, young one.’”
Che’ri opened her eyes and sat up expectantly.
“‘Elder, dear elder, why do you have such big eyes?”
Che’ri opened her mouth in protest only to keep silent.
“‘So I can see you better, young one.’”
Che’ri narrowed her eyes at Thrawn.
“‘Elder, dear elder, Why do you have such big teeth?’”
Thrawn’s voice rose to the growl of the night dragon: “‘It’s so I can eat-”
“NOOOOOO!”
Che’ri jumped up from her seat, nearly knocking over the cup in front of her.
“NO!”, she repeated, “It’s the night dragon and it’s about to eat her! She is supposed to be cleverer than this!”
Thrawn grinned at her as if he had asked her a trick question she had failed to recognize it.
“As the night dragon rose from the sickbed of the elder, dressed in the elders clothes and costumed like a chiss, the clever girl threw her bag at the night dragon right into his face and ran out of the house. She had seen through the night dragons schemes”, the captain finished with a triumphant voice.
“What?!”
“Of course the girl recognized the camouflaged enemy. What did you think would happen to her?”
“Oh.”
Che’ri sat down on the couch again, all the tension leaving her body, before grabbing her cup and sipping at her drink.
“Alright, captain. But that can’t be the end of the story, right?”
“Right. Are you ready for me to continue?”
Che’ri grimaced before putting her cup down again and leaning back while grabbing her pillow to hold.
“The girl escaped the terrifying night dragon”, Thrawn’s voice was now light and excited as if he too ran down the forest road, “‘Oh no, I trusted a stranger and told the night dragon about the elder and now I need to find a way to save her.’ the girl thought to herself as she ran through the forest.”
“The girl shouldn’t have told the night dragon about the vulnerable elder from the beginning.”, Che’ri judged bitterly.
“Yes, she made a mistake but those things can happen. It’s fine. And she never had reason to question someone's motives before. Most people are kind.”
Che’ri huffed but stayed silent.
“The girl ran and ran in the hopes of finding help for her elder. And help she found. A hunter crossed paths with her. Quickly she told him about the night dragon who ate her elder and the hunter agreed to help. Together the girl and the hunter traveled to the house of the elder in the hopes of finding the night dragon there.”
“The night dragon would be an idiot to stay on scene after the girl escaped.”, commented Che’ri drily.
“The night dragon was deep asleep and snoring with his full belly in the elders bed”, Thrawn continued.
“The night dragon isn’t too clever either.”
Thrawn paused. “You will make a fine tactician one day, Che’ri. Those were my thoughts as a kid too. Anyway-”
Che’ri didn’t dare to answer. It was too big of a thought to consider she could be someone like Thrawn one day. Someone as clever who could command a ship and know so many things like forest and fairy tales. Silently, she listened as the captain finished.
“-the girl and the hunter find the night dragon in deep slumber. They decide to cut open the night dragon to rescue the elder from the beast's belly as the night dragon swallowed the elder in one bite. Quickly, the hunter takes a scissor to cut the dragon and the elder emerges from the beast's guts. To teach the night dragon a lesson the little girl grabs a few stones from the outside, places them in the night dragon’s belly before sewing the beast back together. Then the hunter, the elder and the girl wait and as the night dragon wakes up from its digestive sleep. Scared from the hunter it tries to run away from the armed hunter. But the stones in the beast's belly slow the dragon down and so finally the night dragon is killed and punished for its crimes. The end.”
Che’ri sits up and puts away her pillow.
“Did they really tell you that as a kid?”
“They did.”, the captain’s voice sounds surprised. As if he had told her the most normal thing and she had refused to believe it.
For a moment they sat in silence. Che’ri listened to the humming of the ship's machines and sipped her now mildly warm cup of sweetened cocoa, thinking about the story.
“Was it too scary?”, the captain broke the quiet with a carefully inquiring voice.
She considered it. It was the bloodiest, weirdest story she had ever been told. But she hadn’t felt scared. Outraged maybe by the confusing actions of the well-meaning girl and the hungry night dragon. But Thrawn had assured her that in his stories little girls were fine and safe. And he listened to all her questions and comments without getting annoyed. So no, she hadn’t been scared. And she wanted more stories like that. She wanted the captain to keep telling her about things she didn’t know of yet.
“No”, she answered, “Can I have another one please?”
Thrawn smiled.
“Of course. Are you comfortable? Good. Let me tell you the story of a pair of siblings who got lost in the wilderness and found a house made out of meat-stripped fruit squares.”
