Reverse Robins AU!

Obsessed with Neil Gaiman's new Tumblr bio

Anyway here’s a good boy and some smug asshole

I have a vision,

And it will probably never be realized.

Taking from Legends, Nuruodo is a family name. In this case it defines what we as humans think of, instead of a political family. A surname.

There is a planet near the Ascendancy, so close some would mistake it for being a part of it. Our world, Earth. During this time, it "discovered" by the Chiss and recognized as a colony.

Humans are as we know them, no remarkable traits, but with key differences from the Star Wars humans. They're thought to be cousins genetically.

The humans begin to integrate into Chiss society, though many are unhappy about it. The story focuses around the humans fight to be recognized as equals by the chiss. And their victory.

It also examines the joys and hardships of a interspecies marriage between a chiss and a human. And their eventual success.

I have one scene playing on repeat in my head:

It has been decades since humans first began the fight for equality, and progress has been made. The MC and her husband stand on a balcony in the Aristocra's Hall, with their three children behind them. All clothed in burgundy red.

An usher announces every being who enters the room. They are there to witness the induction of new merit adoptives into the Family. His loud and clear voice reads over their names on the list.

"Presenting, of the house Nuruodo, honored by the Great Family of Stybla,

"Raw'nuruodo, Grand Admiral of the Empire, Agent of the Acendancy.

"(Y/N) Nuru, Syndic of the Ruling Family of Mitth.

"Their sons, Mitth'icra'nuru, cousin of the Family, Junior Commander of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet. And Mitth'ras'nuru, cousin of the Family.

"Their daughter, Mitth'aia'nuru, cousin of the Family, Lieutenant of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet."

*Thrawn was sent to the Empire for 8 years, he was rewelcomed into the Acendancy as an Agent and retained his rank of Grand Admiral, it is a complicated ordeal. His wife, is Syndic Prime of the Mitth, and combined chiss and human tradition for her name. Thicran is their eldest son, and an officer of the CEDF. His sister Thaian, is three years younger and followed his footsteps to become an officer. Their youngest brother Thrasn, was named after their uncle, he was born ten years after his sister and is not of age at the events of the scene.

The Arrival

Warnings: none

Chiss delegates were coming to the Empire. When Governor Arihnda Pryce had first heard the news she had scarcely believed her ears, but no, they had not tricked her and neither had the secretary that had brought her the news. Arihnda grimaced, she almost felt sorry for what she had done to the poor girl. But surving in the Empire was a dangerous game, and one could never be too careful. So she didn't let her mind dwell on it. Still, she couldn't believe that she was here at what appeared to be a regular, old, run of the mill gathering of the Coruscant elite. There was dancing, party drinks, colored lights strung from every eave, the only oddity from any other high-class party was that this one was held at the forefront of a landing platform. Currently empty, but as the night went on the whispers of people began to rise, the whispers that tonight's gathering was in fact a welcoming party for the Chiss....Aristocra who would be joining the Empire.

Ah yes, the Chiss. A remarkable species, tall and lithe, with few exceptions, in her personal experience. They all possessed a blue palor, ranging from a powdered baby blue, to a deep midnight. Their eyes shone bright red, glowing even in the daylight. And they all sported a series of strange markings across their foreheads, it was unique to each Chiss and she often caught herself wondering if the patterns continued down to other places on their bodies.

The most important aspect of a party, Arihnda had decided years ago, was the people. And that night the small square they had carved out, was certainly not lacking. Some of the most important men and women in galaxy had gathered there, including but not limited to: Moff Jerjerrod, Moff Adelhard, Moff Delian Mors, Grand Moff Tolruck, and even Grand Moff Tarkin. As well as a number of ISB officers and lesser goveners and senators, Arihnda Pryce herself included. But none of them concerned her tonight. Any other night her eyes would sought him out, but tonight he was impossible to miss.

The Chiss stood only twenty feet away from her, engaged in conversation with Colonel Yularen, an expected occurrence. His white uniform was buttoned up the neck, his golden shoulder bars neatly polished, and his Grand Admiral's plaque shined in the diming light. His blueish-black hair that had grown long enough to curl slightly, was tucked under and pinned, giving the allusion that it was shorter than it truly was. In his un-gloved hand he held a flute of some dark red alcohol. Swirling it gently and taking a sip every once in a while, he would have come off as completely impassive, undisturbed by the prospect of tonight's meeting, if his red eyes hadn't kept flicking over to the spaceport every few moments or his neck hadn't been tightening against the pressed colar of his uniform. To the untrained eye he seemed as calm as ever, but Arihnda could see that he was nervous.

Moving through the crowd, swiping a glass of some yellow sparkling drink from a busdroid, she made her way towards the Grand Admiral and Colonel. As she approached she could discern that they were in deep conversation concerning the Grand Admiral Thrawn's Tie Defender project. A smile tugged at the corner of her lip, she had long since convinced the Admiral to station that project of his on her home planet of Lothal, and so far the arrangement had paid off wonderfully for the both of them.

Due to it, Lothal remained the center point for all military activity in the Outer Rim, providing it with an unchallenged position of power with the lesser systems and a direct connection to Coruscant itself, meaning a communications hub. And for the Admiral, virtually free testing grounds, supplies, and labor. The deal wouldn't get any sweeter. From what she had been told the Tie Defender project was proceeding at a satisfactory speed and continued to produce the most efficient fighters the galaxy had ever seen. As she neared the end of her musings, she stepped to the edge of the two men's conversation range, just as Thrawn was finishing his sentence.

"...even pilots of mediocre skill are aces behind the controls of a Defender."

"They will surely be a great asset for the Empire." Arihnda stepped forward, hands clasped behind her back, she inclined her head to the two men. Yularen took a step back, allowing her intrance into their circle while also distancing himself. His critical eyes took in her modest uniform for the occasion. She had opted to remain in her grey Imperial jumper, instead of dressing up for the night. From her side she could feel Thrawn eyes burning into her. She had long since become accustomed to his...intensity, but she had not yet learned how to be comfortable under it. Nor did she think she ever would. It took all of her willpower just not to squirm.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, Colonel Yularen," she greeted them both.

"Governor Pryce," Thrawn's deep melodious voice rose to greet her in turn. Yularen bowed to them both, before turning and striding off to find company in another group. Arihnda's lips pressed into a thin line. He had never exactly agreed with Thrawn's choice of companionship with her. She turned to look up at the Chiss, he towered over her, his presence was both comforting in a way and intimidating. She was aware that he could as surely be a powerful enemy as he was an ally. Though, she thought ruefully, she didn't know what he would do without her on the political field.

Glancing at him, she wondered if he understood the political significance of the Chiss sending delegates into Empire space. Maybe that was why he was so on edge, maybe it was only because it had been so long since he had been among his own people. Watching as his hand tightened around the neck of his glass as he once again glanced towards the landing pad, she decided to broach the subject.

"When do you expect them to arrive?" she kept her voice light, nonchalant. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip, his gazed still fixed forward.

"I am not sure what you mean," she smiled slightly, he would bluff his way out of a confrontation with a bloodcrazed enemy and mislead even the brightest tactician. But this man was a horrible liar when it came to casual conversation.

"Oh?" a slight eyebrow raise, "I thought it would be at the forefront of you mind."

He gave her a poor imitation of a quizzical expression, and she internally sighed.

"The arrival of the Chiss delegates?" he paused for a moment before his shoulders dropped a few inches.

"It has crossed my mind once or twice," he admitted, and by "once or twice" she knew he meant that he hadn't stopped thinking about it once.

"Are you ready for their arrival?"

"I had hoped so," he paused and she gained the faint sense that he was speaking more to himself than to her, "I had hoped that I would have more time before facing the Aristocra again." A puzzled expression took over her face.

"Again?" Thrawn turned to face her, his own face blank, a slow blink took over.

"I am cavpet for a reason, Governor Pryce. The Aristocra are an army of their own right, their fight to protect the Ascendancy from within. They proclaimed me a danger to our world and they had every right to do so." She stayed silent for a moment, mulling over his words in her head, she could understand his fears to face his people if they thought he was a danger to their society. But surely they must recognize that he would not intentionally endanger them? If he was even a fraction as loyal to the Ascendancy as he was to the Empire than there was no doubt that he would give his life to protect them. A word he had used snagged at her attention, she twisted her tongue around the foreign pronunciation before turning to face him again.

"Cavpet?" The word was strangled in her mouth, but understandable as she forced it out. He hung his head, his lips pressing together and the skin around his eyes tightening. She leaned closer, unused to such displays of emotion from him, as he spoke.

"Exile."

Arihnda barely managed to keep the look of shock off of her face. She had heard rumors of him having been found on a desolate, uninhabited planet, but she had never even heard a rumor that he was outcasted.

"I...I am sorry," what was she meant to say? There was no way that she could relate. Thrown out from your land, separated from your people, your family. Having everything you loved and knew stripped away from you and being trust into an unknown and dangerous land filled with people trying to stab you at all corners. Wait, maybe she did know how it felt.

But even then, having to stand still and greet the people who threw you out. Acting as a diplomat for the people who showed you no mercy? It was cruel. She could almost feel sorry for him.

"It is no fault of yours," he stated it simply "I do not blame the Aristocra, I understand their reasoning, and I am aware that my exile had to happen so that I could continue to the next stage of my life." She stared at him for a few seconds, that was not how she would have felt if she was in his shoes. He turned his head to hers and a small smile graced his lips. It was exquisite.

"I had hoped that I would be able to construct a viable ground for the Ascendancy to accept me back by the time I came to meet with the Aristocra," melancholy filled his eyes, "I find that unlikely to happen." He straightened and stared down at Arihnda for a second, before nodding and turning to walk away from her.

"Ms. Price," she muttered a goodbye and went her own separate way. Not commenting on his misuse of her title.

Arihnda lingered around the edges of the party for hours, interacting and conversing with various diplomats here and there while she waited and watched. Thrawn had not yet rejoined the socialites' circle. She had suspected that he had run off somewhere to discuss battle tactics with Colonel Yularen, until she spotted the Colonel in vigorous conversation with his own ISB agents. And Tarkin was still in his place, standing almost completely still, allowing suitors to come to him rather than chase them out. There was no one nor anything out of place that could have pointed her towards what Thrawn had disappeared to.

The night dragged on, and as it grew later, some of the politicians began to wane out. Dragging bejeweled skirts and feathered headdresses behind them, they made their way to the exits and out into the cold Coruscant night. It wasn't uncommon for these kinds of parties to last until the very break of dawn, and sometimes continue after, but many of the politicians and military leaders were becoming impatient.

They would wait nearly two hours more, before a sleek spacecraft appeared.

Long and slinder, the vessel gave the appearance of a large bodied snake. Swirls and straight lines of engravings traced the walls of the ship. And it grew closer, three legs popped from the belly of the ship and allowed it to land on the small platform. As it did an outrageous cheer went up from the surrounding socialites.

Looking around Arihnda Pryce could see the curiosity and wonder spreading across the faces of the men and women around her, she listened to their cheers as if in a far away chamber, busy trying to dissect the alien ship, trying to learn what she could before the Chiss, she knew where inevitably inside, exited the craft. There was nothing that she could see beyond the outside design and artistry. She wished there were books that held the secrets to Chiss policy and political intrigue. But unfortunately and excitingly, this was first contact, she would have to learn as she went. As she finished her meager observations, the hatch door at the center of the ship slid open.

Arihnda's heart stuttered. She stared at the ramp leading from the ship to the ground floor, waiting with baited breath as the thuds of people's footsteps became audible from within the ship. She felt herself unconsciously leaning forward, when from the edge of the doorway she caught a glimpse of dark fabric. And two Chiss exited the ship.

They were both of them male, standing at around six foot, one was an inch taller than the other. The one on the left was a deep azure in colour, his eyes remarkably bright against his darker skin, his mouth was pulled into a tight line, and his brow was furrowed. He scanned the area in sync with the Chiss to the right, the closest colour she could think of to describe him was cyan. Not a bright blinding blue, but lighter than any other she had seen. He looked younger than his companion as well, and his eyes seemed to shine a bit more. They both had dark blue-black hair cropped close to the tops of their ears, along with wearing dark grey uniforms, striped along the edges with burgundy red and sporting twin blazing suns on their shoulders. Arihnda didn't mistake them for the Aristocra for a second, she had been among enough military personnel in her lifetime to recognize a uniform where she saw one, and they both had rank plaque on their chests, though she couldn't decifer their meaning.

Her observation was comfirmed correct as the two soldiers positioned themselves at the two sides of the door. And while neither of them carried a visible firearm, probably as a sign of good-faith from the Aristocra, she had no doubt that they could hold their own.

Turning her gaze back to the door of the strange vessel, she was met with the gaze of an older Chiss decked in red, older than the two who had stepped out before, older than Thrawn. His gaze rested on her for two seconds, and during that time she could hear the blood pumping through her ears. His gaze was no less intense than Thrawn's, it must be a species thing then, but unlike Thrawn where she got the feeling he was picking her apart, laying her out on a medtable, and reading her strategies and tactics. It seemed as if with this man, just from those two seconds of study, he could (and would) strip her of every dignity and acomplishment, shred her every dream and hope until nothing was left but a breathing shell, scavenging for power at the bottom of the sea floor. She shuddered, and made a note not to anger him, he had the same look about him as Grand Moff Tarkin.

Looking closely at him, studying his patterns. She noticed that his skin was darker than any of the others, his blue-back hair was graying, pulled into long locks that coiled around his head, his ridges were more defined than those of Thrawn. And his regalia, she frowned as she got a closer look at it, it was the same colour of the other twos' uniform threads. Besides his black boots and gloves, he was draped in dark burgundy red. The fabric swung around him, and from his shoulders a caplet fell. It was decorated in a variety of fine threads that twisted into intricate patterns, but as he stepped down she caught a glimpse of the crest embroidered onto the back of the caplet, a blazing sun. Was it the sign of the Ascendancy?

The idea was pushed to the back of her mind as another male in black exited the ship, tucked under his arm was a holopad of unknown design and a bundle of burgundy fabric. This outfit was made of considerably more fine fabric than that of the soldiers, and the way he held himself reminded her all too well of the politicians standing around her. Though his suit was still striped with burgundy. The Chiss must really like red, she thought ruefully, observing the four Chiss who stood just outside of the vessel.

Grand Moff Tarkin began his approach to the elder Chiss leading the parade, when two more exited the ship. This time a woman cloaked in black striped with yellow exited, and a male of the same age and height with stripes of dark blue stepped off with her. And as Arihnda watched they turned in such a way that she could see they each wore unique crests, not that of the sun. Though looking closer she did begin to see that another patch was present on their opposing shoulders, what appeared to be a solar system composed of two rings, with a single planet in the first and three in the second as well as another larger circle connected to the one in the upper lefthand corner, looking at all of the Chiss she noticed that they all carried this crest, no matter the colour they wore. Last and finally, two more soldiers exited the vessel, both wearing the respective colours of the chiss who came out immediately before them. And these two she noted with a hint of surprise, were carrying blasters.

They filled out of the ship, two of the four soldiers standing at the back of the convoy near the doors of the spaceship, the other two stood at the sides, the three in striped finery stood at the center protected by the warriors at their sides, and at the front stood the one in full burgundy, with his hand now firmly grasped in Tarkin's.

"Welcome to the Empire, I am Grand Moff Tarkin. We were told to expect you tonight. Have a drink, rest yourselves after you long flight. Afterward we will travel further into the capital to meet the Emporer himself." Tarkin's smile was filled with joy, his words flowed like honey, but in truth it was all a test, it was always a test with him. Of course the Chiss were allowed and welcome to stay as long as they wished to mingle, but it would be impolite and improper to leave the Emperor waiting any longer than necessary.

A protocol droid scurried over and gave the fine dressed Chiss the translation in Sy Bisti. The Chiss watched Tarkin his face unchanging, his eyes blank as the protocol droid rattled on. When it had finished, he started himself and spoke. But not in Sy Bisti, not in his native tongue, instead he spoke in Basic. It was undefined and rough, but he knew more than enough to hold a short conversation and be understood.

"I thank you Grand Moff, for your seen hospitality. I and mine, will stay half of the hour. Then we will travel to city's capital to meet with your Emperor." Well played, it would be rude to reject a Grand Moff's invitation, thirty minutes with the excuse of the Emperor waiting for them was more than satisfactory. Apparently Tarkin believed so as well, if the quirk of his lips was any indication.

"And what do I call you?" The older Chiss smiled, a thin, knife like thing.

"I am Patriarch Mitth'urf'ianico. It will be easier for you to call me Thurfian." Once again Arihnda found herself frowning, so it was not just Thrawn's solution to shorten his name. And as for the Mitth, why was the first part of their name the same? Arihnda watched carefully as Tarkin bowed his head and gestured to those around.

"Please mingle, if there is anything I may do for you, speak it and it shall be yours." The Chiss, Thurfian, smiled at his proclamation. He tilted his head as if to think, though no seriousness was put into the gesture.

"There is one thing you may help with Grand Moff." his eyes twinkled as Tarkin promised "anything" as he brought his hand to rest above his heart, "Where is Mitth'raw'nuruodo?" The Grand Moff did not seem surprised by the question in the least. He clasped his hands as he opened his mouth to answer the very question she had been wondering the answer to.

"He is here." Tarkin took a step back and gestured high, to a balcony where Thrawn stood, his hands perfectly clasped behind his back as he gazed down at the scene below. From his vantage point he would have had a perfect view of the landing platform and the entire yard, he could keep an eye on everyone simultaneously. From high above, he inclined his head ever so slightly in the Patriarch's direction before beginning to make his way off of the balcony and down the stairs to meet with those below.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, and the company of socialites parted to make room for him as he slowly walked his towards the eight other Chiss. His pace was slow and calculated as he approached them, he eyes the one in front warily. With good reason Pryce believed, he reeked of danger. He passed her side, and she could see him glance at her from the corner of his eye as he strode past and continued down the aisle. He reached his destination quickly enough, beside Grand Moff Tarkin, directly in front of Patriarch Thurfian.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn." Tarkin aknowledged. He automatically spaced his feet, and squared his shoulders, coming to attention and staring ahead. But even from where she stood so many steps back, despite his attempts to hide it, and remain as stoic and calm as he could. She could see his fist clenching, and the sweat dripping from his neck.

The elder Chiss took him in with one sweep of his eyes.

"Thrawn," his lips curled in what Pryce could only describe as an automatic reaction of disdain. A trained reaction to his name. Thrawn, for his part, remained unphased, staring straight ahead.

"Thurfian," Arihnda was almost certain that he was breaking some sort of protocol there by excluding the Patriarch's title. That same nasty smile crossed his lips, and he leaned forward.

"Grand Admiral," Patriarch Thurfian snorted and stepped back, he looked Thrawn up and down once again. He raised his hand to shoulder height, two fingers raised with the others curled inwards. And made a sharp gesture towards Thrawn. Without hesitation the two soldiers with the red accents charged forward, they gripped Thrawn by the shoulders and pushed him down, one of them kicked in the back of his leg forcing him onto his knees, as they roughly grabbed his long hair and pulled his head back so that he was glaring up at Thurfian. Tarkin took a step forward, his mouth opened to protest, but the soldier in yellow quickly moved to intercept him and pushed him back.

Arihnda jerked forward, a protest if her own catching in her throat as watched the Patriarch take the step back towards Thrawn.

Thurfian clasped his gloved hands behind his back, one brow arched as he glowered down at the other Chiss. He appeared satisfied at Thrawn's position, kneeling in front of him. His hair had come undone and fell across his face, giving him an almost wild appearance. Thurfian's mouth curled as he opened it to speak, a language she did not recognize came from his lips. It floated with a melodious cadence, hard consonants were replaced with vowels, glottal stops such as those found in their names passed without the speaker lingering on them, it was overly filled with "ch's," "ce's" and "s's" making each word flow into the next. Arihnda found herself unable to decern where one sentence ended, and where another began. Bordering frantic, she searched for the translator droid, only to find it standing off to the side, its head cocked to the side in what she would describe as confusion in a human. Distantly, she heard it mutter:

"Curious, I have no records of this language in my database." Karabast. Her one chance to understand what they were doing to him, thrown away. She locked her eyes on Thrawn, hoping that by observing him she could determine what they were doing. How they were punishing him.

Even kneeled on the ground, forced below his station and disgraced, he held himself with the same stoic grace that he always possessed. His expression was unchanging, the only visible sign of any discomfort the clenched fists at his sides. Thurfian shouted a long winded sentence in Thrawn's direction, it was accusatory, this time she caught one word cavpet. Thrawn's own response, in contrast, was short and direct, one word from what she could tell. Thurfian barked a laugh, and Arihnda found herself glaring at the side of his head, wishing that she could tear if off for mocking the Grand Admiral, when he moved forward and tore the plaque from Thrawn's uniform. An outcry rose from the crowds around. Each of the Chiss's faces remained impassive, the only movement the flicker of the blue accented Aristocra, and Thrawn's head bowing down, not reacting to stop the Patriarch in any way.

Thurfian bent down, his face mere inches from Thrawn's and spoke in a voice so soft she wouldn't have believed it had come from him if she hadn't heard it herself.

"Nah cavpet," Thrawn's head snapped up to meet his gaze, shock evident in his eyes and...that was hope she saw. More words were exchanged, this time in a commanding voice again. She could not discern any their meanings, they were all too closely related and unlike anything she had ever heard before. Then he gestured to the Aristocra who stood beside him, and the young man presented him with the red caplet.

The Patriarch held his head high and proud, the caplet draped across his arms, as the two soldiers released Thrawn. She expected him to rush to his feet, but to her surprise he remained knelt. He looked younger there, on his knees, his face tilted upwards, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes shining bright. The words he whispered were broken, and Thurfian replied. Thrawn's jaw set, and his shoulders straightened. He stared ahead, unflinching, as the other began to chant. Soon he was joined by the other Chiss who wore red uniforms. Slowly lifting the caplet high, he unpinned the clasp, and swung it around Thrawn's back. Fastening the burgundy fabric around his shoulder.

He spoke a few more words, before lifting the younger Chiss to his feet. They stared at one another for a moment, before the Aristocra behind them whispered one quiet word.

"K'ihn."

A smiled crossed Thurfian's face, as Thrawn turned to him with wonder in his eyes. He nodded to him and clasped his arm in his own.

"Bah to k'ihn Mitth," he handed the Admiral his plaque back, and Thrawn fastened it over the burgundy cape. Seeming as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders, a small smile lifting his lips. Thurfian placed an arm around the Admiral's shoulders, and began to lead him through the crowd of people, past Grand Moff Tarkin, to the building that Thrawn had exited from. "Come, we have much to discuss."

Arihnda craned her neck, trying to catch the Grand Admiral's eye as he traversed through the crowd once again. But his gaze remained locked ahead, his full attention on the Patriarch, both speaking in the twisting language of before. The Patriarch's arm never leaving Thrawn's shoulders. A red striped guard following them closely. She took a few quick steps foward, intent on following them, before she found her path blocked by the translator droid.

"Curious, very curious." Anger bubbled in her stomach, she reached out and twisted its shoulder so that the protocol droid was facing her.

"What is curious?" she snarled, shaking it a bit. The droid gave a startled squeal before straitening itself back out and answering her with a slightly shaky voice.

"If I have correctly identified a language with a common root as that of the Chiss, as I believe I have; interpreted their voice and mannerisms correctly; and reviewed the symbolism of the caplet, I may be able to give a rudementary translation of the ceremony." Arihnda Pryce stared at him for a second before gesturing for him to continue.

"Well then hurry it up." The droid shuffled back.

"Oh, forgive me mistress, I would feel much more comfortable in my assessment if I was allowed a few days to overview the gathered data and time with one of the natives of the species."

Looking around, the other Aristocra had begun to mingle with the politicians who had remained. Each Aristocra was followed closely by a soldier in the same colour as them. Grand Moff Tarkin had dissapeared with the Patriarch and Thrawn, Colonel Yularen had engaged the burgandy clothed Chiss in a vigourous welcome, to which he replied with an almost cold indiference. The yellow clothed Chiss made their way around the area, mingling with any and all politicians who came their way, she seemed to have a liking for the white frosted sweets that made their rounds. The one in blue, still stood back, closer to their ship, seemingly content to observe the party rather than join in the festivities. Clenching her fist around the droids arm, Arihnda began her march towards the last of the Chiss.

"Your request for additional time is denied; however, you may confer with a native of the species."

"Oh wonderful." The droid swung around and toddled after her, intriged to interact with one of the Chiss. Coming to a stop in front of the young male, she noted the mild surprise that crossed his face befor he masked it perfectly.

"Can I help you?" She could hear the grimace in his voice as the words came out clipped and heavily accented. The governor opened her own mouth to answer, before she was interupted by the protocol droid.

"Oh yes, I am RQ-O72 interspecies relations. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The droid held out a flat hand to the Chiss before them, he simply stared down the droid before muttering something under his breath that the guard behind him hummed in agreement to before turning to Arihnda herself.

"I am Syndic Clarr'obi'nero, Robin if you will." The alien inclined his head to her, in what she assumed was well meant greeting.

"A pleasure," she returned "I am Governor Arihnda Pryce. Governor Pryce will do." She noted the difference in the first of his name, and reminded herself to study it more in depth later. She opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to continue with the civilities, when protocol droid interupted her once again.

"It is of great interest to us what was said during the ceremony preformed with such haste," She sent a glare in the droids direction, as the corner of the Chiss's mouth twiched, and another offhand comment was made to his companion. "I have studied the intonation, and the sygnificcance of such a ceremony is not lost on me, I believe that the language has roots near the planet Exegol, a facisnating region, mostly ice planets. Which would explain your species' palor and inclination to run hot. Taking what I know of the lost languages of the Exegol peoples, I was able to cross reference..." The droid rattled on as Arihnda studied the young male, he had a faintly bemuused expression on his face as he, in turn, studied the droid. Beyond his base appearence, she couldn't decern anything of use from him. He was just as unreadable as the rest of his companions. But the waiting had gone on for long enough, her voice cut through the drooid's chatter.

"It was certainly a lovely ceremony. I wish only to know what it means." She paused for a second. "Grand Admiral Thrawn is a great friend of mine." Robin studied her for a second, a confused look blosoming on his features. He seemed to have exhaused his Basic capabilities. Arihnda turned to the droid.

"RQ-O72, relay everything that I just said into Sy Bisti." Another pause. "Exclude the last sentence."

"Yes, mistress." The droid launched into a long winded translation of her request in the chittery language. As he finished, Robin bowed once again to her.

"They certainly like bowing." She muttered. The droid opened it's box to relay that as well, before she quickly stopped him. The Chiss had mirth in his eyes as he straightened again and gestured to the protocol droid, and began his own chittery speach, speckled here and threre with the flowing words of his native tongue.

"The ceremony was indeed a hasty one, as it is of great importance. A wrong was done many years ago to Mitth'raw'nuruodo," Her impatience must have shown on her face, because he quickened his pace. "He was cavpet and now he is bun'zan'i once again." Bun'zan'i, it was one of the many words whispered by Thurfian before.

Looking up far above them all, the Grand Admiral and Patriarch stood face to face on the balcony, conversing in rapid speach, both cloaked in red burgundy, a significant colour she was sure. Her attention did not stray from them as the string of languages continued towards her. The Chiss bowed again, this time lower, and Arihnda gained the faint sense that he did it purposely. His smile twisting on his face. Thrawn's eyes alight with a fire she had never seen.

"He is bah to k'ihn, he is of the family. One with the Acendancy."

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Omg yay this is so cool.

How many times do you think Admiral Ar'alani rolled her eyes at Eli saying "Thrawn got court marshalled" or "Thrawn upset other political/military leaders" while he was recapping the past few years in the Empire to her after being stationed with the Ascendancy?

Rebels Thrawn: British Museum of Art

Books Thrawn: Refuses to take art even when it's offered to him.

Not even a name drop?

You fucking cowards!

Thank you for the tag @vibratingbonesbis 💙

I agree with your observations. 2017 Thrawn or Ascendancy is by far the best bet.

I'm not worried about Rebels Thrawn, any of the others could take him on and win. My concern is for Ahsoka Thrawn, he seems to be based at least loosely on the original Thrawn from the 1991 series. And he's a deadly killer.

Still I would choose 2017 Thrawn. Not only because of his connection to thea Empire and Ar'alani, but also because Ascendancy Thrawn is the past him. And he would best know that Thrawn's techniques.

That being said. I would like to spend the most time alone with Ascendancy Thrawn. Maybe a little one-on-one torture session? 😉

Alright, choose one for an adventure, the other three will try to kill you:

- Ascendancy Thrawn

- 2017 trilogy Thrawn

- Rebel Thrawn

- Ashoka Thrawn (I know I cheat on this one)

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Oh no... oh shit, I'm really screwed here 😂 let's be real, my only chance is if they decide it's a competition and somehow get in each other's way.

But let's give this a go: I need the most competent one to come with me so he isn't trying to kill me. I wanna have adventures with baby Ascendancy Thrawn but he's the least experienced one so he'll be on the killing list. Let's hope he's too busy getting harassed by the Syndicure and going to tribunals

Rebel Thrawn is scary af but the Ghost crew slipped away from him enough times so he's got the worst luck ever. That'll work in my favor.

Ahsoka Thrawn... idk he just looks tired man, dude just wants to go home at this point probably 😂 plus Ezra may have softened him up in their space wilderness adventure which is totally canon and totally happened. yes.

So that leaves 2017 Thrawn as my adventure buddy. 10/10 outcome as he's the most Sherlock Holmesy of the lot. Also if he brings Eli and Faro along, I'll die happy when the other three eventually kill me.

Thank you for the ask!! 💗💗You ramped the difficulty level up to eleven on this one ngl 😂

Hey do you guys think Thrawn even has a clear memory of what Thrass's face looked like. You know. Considering the time it's been since Thrass died.