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Incorrect quotes: Thrawn novels edition
Thrawn: You're smiling, Commodore. What happened? Karyn: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it? Hammerly: Ronan tripped and fell down the stairs today.
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Thrawn: That's ridiculous. Eli doesn't have a crush on me. Karyn: Yes, he does. Hammerly: Yes, he does. Pyrondi: Yes, he does. Eli: Yes, I do.
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Karyn: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Pyrondi: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Hammerly: Not when you’re playing with Thrawn, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”
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Thrawn: It's cold outside... perhaps it would be best if we hold hands? We shall stay close. Eli, blushing: Okay. Karyn: It's fucking summer.
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Ar’alani: *sees Thrawn and Eli together* Ar’alani: They're good for each other. I would put them on a boat. Karyn: You mean... you ship them?
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Ronan: I’m not stupid, you know. Eli: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!
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Vah’nya: Name something you believed in as a child that you no longer do as an adult. Eli: Myself.
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Karyn: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Ronan: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE KRIFFIN’ STAIRS!
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contentment-of-cats · 11 days
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Fun and Games
This has been kicking around in drafts for a few months. I was cleaning it out and...
With thanks to @shards-of-silver for getting me off my ass.
Upon promotion to senior lieutenants, there are perks.
Ensigns sleep a dozen to a barracks, junior lieutenants share a four-rack of bunks around a common area and share sanitary facilities. Senior officers of lieutenant commander or higher have their own private quarters increasing in size and amenities, and at flag rank a suite of rooms. But nothing beats the heady rush of getting your own room with a door that closes. Despite what the contractors say, those bunk partitions don't do squat to stop you from hearing every snore, fart, or wet dream from your fellow juniors. There's a corresponding increase in cubic storage along with the bigger room and one may trust the newly-minted senior loots to go a little crazy.
Thrawn as a new commodore aboard rearranged officers' quarters by duty station, so now all bridge officers are housed a literal thirty second run to the bridge or assigned six-man lifepod. Faro has always run a looser ship in terms of culture, and there are times when bridge officers' country is decorated for various holidays and observances. For example, observances of Longnight see small dishes of food and lanterns set out to guide and appease the spirits of those lost in the vastness of space. But today there is something new outside of Agral and Pyro's twofer.
A sign-up.
It's a datapad on a sticky at reading level with a stylus on a cord.
"Sign up for tabletop games night - Quests & Quarries, Pirates & Privateers, Hyperspace Hellscape, Ancient Lands Archaic Warfare, and other RP games coming to a horizontal surface near you!"
The list is growing fast.
A note above the hatch control says, "Game in progress. ENTER QUIETLY."
"Already the social hub," Faro mutters and then jumps out of her skin when Thrawn agrees with her. Even in boots, he moves almost silently. "Let a lass know, sir! You almost scared it out of me!"
Thrawn's shadow - Vanto - is not here or otherwise she'd have stood a better chance of hearing the approach. He is looking at the sign-up sheet and then at the door sign, then turns to her.
"These are not like Scrabble?"
Pyro's love of table games is legend. She even collects them.
"No, Commodore. These are, well, a kind of strategy game." Thrawn visibly brightens. His skin changes color, his pupils disappear as the nictitating membrane crosses them in a three-part blink. "Players create characters and ascend levels in different scenarios called dungeons. It's kind of like academy war-gaming, but more flexible and personalized."
"They will not mind if we enter and observe?"
"They'll snap to attention for a flag officer on deck or I'll have them cleaning the stormtroopers' urinals with ear swabs, but I do not think they'll object."
Faro taps the hatch open and as they step in Vanto barks, "Commodore on deck!"
The response is satisfyingly swift.
"Officers, as you were," Thrawn nods. "I do not wish to disturb the game in progress, only to observe."
Of course, the furniture is bolted to the deck, but there are an additional folding couch and two additional folding chairs added to the room and-
"Pyrondi, where did you get the holotop?" Karyn hasn't seen one in probably twenty years. This one replaces the low table normally issued to this accommodation, bolted down as per regs. "It's got to be a month's pay."
"I bought it at an antiquities shop on Coruscant. Lomar did the new innards, and then all of us wrote code." Us being - apparently - herself, Lomar, Hammerly, Barlin, Agral, Yve, and Carvia.
"Major Carvia, what is your part in this madhouse?" The man budges loots up the couch to make room for their captain and commodore in the armchairs. "Surely you're not a player?"
"I helped Pyro carry this up here and did the coding for groundpounder dungeons. No offense, but this bunch is all Navy." The major wags his finger at Pyro. "I will thank you, youngster, not to refer to items as 'antiquities' that I am old enough to have owned brand new."
"Everyone do a stretch, get some snacks, and we'll come back into it in fifteen?" Pyro asks and everyone agrees, getting up a little stiffly after hours gaming. "Sync and go."
Thrawn looks over the table, at first studying the current dungeon, but then with more interest at the leather-bound manuals of flimsi, and beautifully made sets of dice and other paraphernalia.
"Please, Lieutenant, explain." Thrawn settles in one of the armchairs, accepting one of Pyro's fruit teas and a packet of sweets.
"Well, first these are the handbooks for players and dungeon masters. These others are for aspects - beings, arms, character classes." Pyrondi takes a small bag and empties it into her hand. "These are my dice."
"Is a gambling chip counted as dice?" Thrawn looks intently. "These are thystine and aurum leaf, correct?"
"If a binary decision is needed, yes, it counts. They are thystine, but as you can see, every player has their set and aside from the chip they can have sets of seven to fifteen, it depends what games they play."
Vanto's set is doonium, which makes Thrawn smile fleetingly. Carvia's is some kind of bone or ivory. Agral's is synthetic fireopal. All sets are as individual as the player.
Oh, no. ART.
"And what about the crystal ball?" Karyn asks. It's a perfect sphere set on an elaborate base.
"Oh, that's a toy I picked up from a junk dealer. He said it didn't work, but when you ask it a yes-or-no question it gives you a nonsensical answer. Watch. Is the mess going to serve hash for firstmeal again?"
The sphere roils with smoke and then shows a wavering answer in its center.
Better not tell you now.
"See? It gives positive, negative, or non-committal answers. To be fair, I don't want to know if we're having hash again."
The players filter back in and take their places as Thrawn is given a rough crash course in play. Pyrondi looks around, sets up a triptych screen to hide her materials and plans, and then asks if everyone is ready. Snacks and drinks to hand, all affirm and the game resumes. Karyn watches her superior as he watches the game with eyes bright. Pyro is a force of chaos and order, handling players firmly but also throwing wild situations at them. The dice can't be rigged or fooled on a dice pad, holding them firm.
Thrawn reminds his officers that night phase is coming, and they have watch coming up. The party breaks up with others putting the room back to order and bidding good rest.
"If you do not mind, Lieutenant, Captain Faro and I will join for the next game."
"Please do, sir. The more the merrier."
Karyn almost groans but holds it in.
"As I remember, you said the same thing before you wiped the walls with me at Scrabble."
Pyro only grins. "Good rest, sirs."
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admiral-arelami · 7 months
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Here's what I want to know after the Ahsoka finale: What happened to Chief Hangar Master Xoxtin??!! I don't think she would approve of the way Thrawn and the Great Mothers are f'ing up her hangar bay. 😆
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mayhaps-a-blog · 8 months
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Started posting my Thrawn in the Unknown Regions, Post-Rebels fic! Starring a very tired Pellaeon, a gremlin Ezra, and of course, the Blue Man Himself.
It's up to chapter 2, and I'm planning to post new chapters on Tuesdays or Wednesdays after Ahsoka, or just Tuesdays or Wednesdays once that's finished coming out. I might make some edits as my beta readers send me comments, but I just couldn't wait :)
This is NOT Ahsoka compliant; I plotted and wrote it before the show came out, so it's purely Rebels and books based, including Legends!
Summary: Stranded in the depths of the Unknown Regions, Thrawn and the Chimaera are slowly limping their way home. But they may find that the journey takes longer than expected, as old enemies have their own plans for the region… and even Imperials may find it hard to turn their backs on new friends.
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darth-memes · 2 years
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darthcatboy · 2 years
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we stan the only valid karyn
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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 7 months
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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.
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sternutaries · 11 months
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Possible situation after Star Wars Rebels S4 Ep15:
Ezra: So we're stuck in this together, maybe we should lay aside our differences for a sec-
Thrawn: I owe you, Commander Bridger. The Emperor wanted to talk to me after my victory over Lothal and I'm quite sure I would've died.
Ezra: ohhhhhh, did the great grand-admiral Thrawn fuck up?
Thrawn: I guess you could put it that way. I ignored explicit orders just to help my people and see a treasured friend again. Also provoked a fight with another Grand Admiral. And made another man leave the Empire. You know...daily things.
Ezra: ...
Ezra: You have friends?
Thrawn: ...frist of all, how dare you?
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ibrokeeverything · 8 months
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Where are Pyrondi and Hammerly??? Are they alright? Are they safe?
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gloria-van-puncake · 2 years
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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. 
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hydr0phius · 8 months
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I'm so sorry to everyone who followed me for gay witches and is now being blasted with the ISD Chimaera crew, Grand Admiral Thrawn, and the Chiss Ascendancy.
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The Noob Session
There is a great deal to be learned in observing the strategic games of his weapons officer. Pyrondi is an occasional player, but is most often present in the role of Dungeon Master - directing the chaos. It is chaos, in the sense that one's plans may or may not survive the first engagement with the enemy. To have the best possible chance ahead of said engagement, Thrawn studies Pirates & Privateers and is interested in how the narration of the Sith Wars differs here from the teachings of the Ascendancy. He chooses to be a Privateer - a ostensibly civilian ship's captain flying under 'letters of marque and reprisal' - official sanction for a private vessel to capture enemy ships of commerce or war.
Faro, Marinith, and Hammerly have elected to join the game as well. There will certainly be worthy foes, so he studies the classes more likely to oppose him. System Forces, Republic forces, Sith Empire forces, other Privateers, and the criminal classes - pirates, smugglers, and criminal organizations that pull their strings. Within those forces are different character classes making up crews, non-playing characters, vehicles, and armaments. Thrawn studies as he hasn't studied since Taharim and pulls Eli along with him.
They are quite well prepared, he thinks.
Then he pumps Eli and Captain Faro for insight into Pyrondi. His weapons officer can be brash and mouthy, never backs down from a fight, and is one of the few weapons officers he's met in his career who routinely runs firing solutions in her head. Her familial name in Cheunh means 'dragonet' or little dragon, while her personal name is close to the word for blizzard. She is of small stature, just over the Piett Standard.
The sign-ups were plentiful and the venue needed to handle an expanded number of players. The senior officers' dining room - for commanders and above - will host six cadres of players. The parties will each form the captain, officers, and crewmen of a vessel or a platoon headed by a lieutenant and staff sergeant as basic units of play. The tables are pushed together, and additional holotops linked to Pyrondi's have been found for each party. Pyrondi asked the more experienced players to help the 'noobs' to roll dice for their character attributes or 'stats.'
Thrawn finds the element of pure chance to be intriguing. One must possibly presume a level of intelligence to pass one's training. However, he has met some phenomenally stupid people in his career who one might think would have been eliminated from the gene pool via their own actions. They also rolled for wealth, and from that stat were able to buy ships, equipment, weapons, food, medical supplies, and other supply chain items. His Ranger-class light cruiser was at the top of his budget, both for speed and armor class. Those from his cadre chipped in their own wealth to buy supplies while his letters of marque are also letters of credit that allow him substantial buying power.
The players filter in, all of them in civilian clothing, then start taking their seats and talking to their cadre. The feel in the room is one of battle preparations, and perhaps it is so. Pyrondi has been working all week on her plans, and is the last one to come in. She sets up the graceful triptych screen, places the crystal ball, and then sets up her materials.
"Good evening, I brought dice sets and pads for the new players." Thrawn is rolling with one of Eli's sets, while he heard others commissioned new sets from the hobby crafters aboard. "All right, everyone get comfy, breaks will be each hour for ten minutes. Commodore Thrawn will banish us to bed so that we don't zombie on duty. Now, the campaign I've put together is based on the Battle of the Lemmil Cluster. It's a lesser known battle, but one for very high stakes since it was a rich source of raw materials including doonium, accelerite. and clouzon. The Lemmil Alliance played both ends and got richer than a Tagge doing it."
Everyone took out a personal data pad as Pyrondi distributed the scenario. Since nobody opted to play either Republic or Sith, those two were playing out their historical roles.
"Finally, Major Carvia will be co-modding with me for the ground campaigns. Now. we'll start this in a bar on Corellia. The White Star was a known hangout for privateers flying under Corellian letters of marque for the Prince-Admiral and Princess-General. It was also a hangout for the scum and villainy-"
"Hey!" Indignantly from an engineering lieutenant.
"You wanted to be a pirate, Ashbough. As I was saying, for the scum and villains of the Core are attempting to bend ears for a likely target-"
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irn-bru · 2 years
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in my two hours of sleep last night i had the strangest and most stressful dream of my life. i was just at my regular job, doing the office work, except darth vader was my supervisor. and im aware of this in my dream, but he rarely comes into the office so it doesn't matter. except today he did decide to come into the office and just. watch me. just stand there, breathing heavily, and watch me work. it's all i could hear the entire time i am slowly and sluggishly making my way through my work, and im just kinda expecting him to launch me into the wall at any given moment but before that happens i woke up. i think i understand exactly what it was like to work under him
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thrawns-backrest · 9 months
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Thrass lives AU where Thrass is so angry about Thrawn's exile that he just up and leaves with him, exiling himself voluntarily
now the Empire has two Chiss envoys: a brilliant politician charming his way up the Senate ranks and an outstanding tactician making a name for himself in the Navy
the Chimaera crew know Thrawn has a brother of course but they've never met him. until one day they get orders to escort senator Thrass on a diplomatic mission and everyone freaks out because this is the admiral's brother
that day everyone puts on their best uniform and the ship is scrubbed spotless, the crew is on their best behavior and everything is running smoother than butter. by midday Karyn Faro has held several motivational speeches hyping the crew up because this is Thrawn's big brother and Thrawn always gets this goofy happy expression when he talks about him and they'll be damned if they don't make a good impression-
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stealingpotatoes · 1 month
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Which members of the Chimaera crew do u think like cheese sticks?
all of them otherwise thrawn would've kicked them out
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