Incomplete and a mix of canon and legend characters.
XO = Pallaeon or Faro
Sensors = Hammerly (Female, Human)
Weapons = Pyrondi (Female, Human)
Communications = Lomar (Male, Human)
Helm / Navigation = Agral (Male, Human)
Chief hanger master = Xoxtin (Female, Human)
Engineering= Geronti (Male, Human)
Security = Tibbale (Male, Human)
I’m sure this joke has been done a bajillion times before but i was feeling super unserious yesterday
Last year, I participated in the 2023 SW RarePairs Challenge. It was a ton of fun! I was thinking we could have something like that on a smaller level for Thrawn fandom specifically.
Potential rules:
If we want to make it an exchange, that can be done. Otherwise, I was gonna create a moderated collection on Ao3 that accepts works up to a certain date.
Like/Reblog if interested! Let me know if you have any suggestions.
By a bare plurality of votes, Thrawn RarePairs Challenge 2024 will be a month long event! It shall begin on April 2nd, 2024 and end on May 1st, 2024. As May 1st is the day that Heir to the Empire dropped in 1991, it works as Thrawn's birthday. What better day to end the challenge on than the 33rd birthday of our fandom's namesake!
More information will be forthcoming regarding official submission instructions and optional prompts. Thank you to everyone who voted and I hope to see all of you participating in April!
There should be a line in Outbound flight in which Thrass threatens Thrawn into not capturing Outbound Flight by saying that he'll call their Mom
LOL
Thrawn low quality in the new comic.
A new interview with Zahn. :)
“Maris Ferasi works for the Rebels now and then her old flame Thrawn returns as an Imperial“
Here you go @ouradmiraldaala !
No béta reader involved? Sorry for any typo
Maris jumps over the barrier with ease, she crouches as she comes closer to the edge of the building. She inspects the ballet of ships and peoples on the ground. Plenty of imperial but she’s here for precise targets. She takes her watch and sends a ping to her partner staying in the ship. That’s their code.
She takes out her backpack and starts to assemble her precision rifle. Her head is full but strangely calm at the same time, she doesn’t know the name of her target, only the ship they’ll use and their rank plaque, in case they get caught it is vital information she won’t risk confessing to her captors. She understands the logic but a name or a face could help sometimes. She never shot the wrong target until now but a little hint would be appreciable. She shakes her head, all of this is useless. She will do her job as usual and go home, take a well merited cold drink and relax far away from the chaos she would have created.
She interlocks the silencer and hears the typical “clic” telling her everything is in place. She lays down on her stomach and places her rifle at the edge of the concrete, taking a look. Her ship’s target isn’t here yet. She got big cheeses to shoot today, a grand admiral and a governor if her memory serves her well, not nobodys. She’s well aware of the daunting aspect of her task but she worked hard to see herself entrust those missions. Whoever will get to the other extremity of her canon is as well as dead.
She recoils on herself as a massive ship passes over her. That’s them. She relaxes her muscles and observes the landing strip through her sight. The footbridge slowly goes down and people start assembling at the feet of the ship. She snarls, a piece of metal is right between her and her target, impossible to aim in these conditions. She watches as her targets start walking down the footbridge, slowly revealing themself. First the black leather boots, then an elegant white uniform, the plaque, aaaaaaaand…
…
Wait…
What?
She blinks and rubs her eyes, she surely has dust in her there. She replaces herself.
…
Impossible…
Him?
“What…”
She can’t believe what she sees. How is it possible? He’s supposed to be on the other side of the galaxy. Not here! Not with… them!
Thrawn
Her breath got stuck in her throat as she observes him discussing with two other governors. No! Between all the imperials, why him? And why her? She moves backward from the edge trying to breath, to calm herself. She feels her palms getting wet and an icy feeling spread through her spine. She feels her watch vibrating as her mate sends her pings after pings, urging her to get done with it.
She understands now, the recent victories of the Empire, even against all the odds. With him at their side everything is possible. He’s even more dangerous than any other imperial she has already killed, he’s even more worthy to be one of her targets. She grates her teeth and replaces herself, eye on the sight, finger on the trigger.
She aims at his head, breathing deeply to calm her pounding heart. She gulps, she can’t believe she’s gonna shoot one of her old flames. But it has to be done. It has to…
She looks at her dignified appearance, his hautghy expression, his inquisitive glowing red eyes and time stops. Her finger froze on the trigger.
She can’t.
Not to him.
Not to the honorable man she once knew.
Even if it’s not him anymore.
She deviates her canon swiftly and shoots. The governor collapses. She doesn’t lose time here and jumps on her feet and starts running, her rifle in hand. She runs so fast to the point of losing her breath.
Next time.
She lets him go this time. But this time only. She promises herself.
Next time!
Wes Chatham as Captain Enoch? I like it! Let's hope we get Commodore Faro too. :)
Everyone was so busy freaking out over this image of Grand Admiral Thrawn that they didn’t notice something…
What is his destination?
Could it be Mount Tantiss?
5 minutes in and this poor man was already so done with all of them
Lars Mikkelson takes the stage at Star Wars Celebration. I guess that means he will be Thrawn! https://twitter.com/ahsokaofficial/status/1644661913140482048?s=42&t=C2KkG3aY8RPGntxPxfEcXw
I've started hearing whispers, about Thrawn's return, as heir to the Empire.
“Maris Ferasi works for the Rebels now and then her old flame Thrawn returns as an Imperial“
Here you go @ouradmiraldaala !
No béta reader involved? Sorry for any typo
Maris jumps over the barrier with ease, she crouches as she comes closer to the edge of the building. She inspects the ballet of ships and peoples on the ground. Plenty of imperial but she’s here for precise targets. She takes her watch and sends a ping to her partner staying in the ship. That’s their code.
She takes out her backpack and starts to assemble her precision rifle. Her head is full but strangely calm at the same time, she doesn’t know the name of her target, only the ship they’ll use and their rank plaque, in case they get caught it is vital information she won’t risk confessing to her captors. She understands the logic but a name or a face could help sometimes. She never shot the wrong target until now but a little hint would be appreciable. She shakes her head, all of this is useless. She will do her job as usual and go home, take a well merited cold drink and relax far away from the chaos she would have created.
She interlocks the silencer and hears the typical “clic” telling her everything is in place. She lays down on her stomach and places her rifle at the edge of the concrete, taking a look. Her ship’s target isn’t here yet. She got big cheeses to shoot today, a grand admiral and a governor if her memory serves her well, not nobodys. She’s well aware of the daunting aspect of her task but she worked hard to see herself entrust those missions. Whoever will get to the other extremity of her canon is as well as dead.
She recoils on herself as a massive ship passes over her. That’s them. She relaxes her muscles and observes the landing strip through her sight. The footbridge slowly goes down and people start assembling at the feet of the ship. She snarls, a piece of metal is right between her and her target, impossible to aim in these conditions. She watches as her targets start walking down the footbridge, slowly revealing themself. First the black leather boots, then an elegant white uniform, the plaque, aaaaaaaand…
…
Wait…
What?
She blinks and rubs her eyes, she surely has dust in her there. She replaces herself.
…
Impossible…
Him?
“What…”
She can’t believe what she sees. How is it possible? He’s supposed to be on the other side of the galaxy. Not here! Not with… them!
Thrawn
Her breath got stuck in her throat as she observes him discussing with two other governors. No! Between all the imperials, why him? And why her? She moves backward from the edge trying to breath, to calm herself. She feels her palms getting wet and an icy feeling spread through her spine. She feels her watch vibrating as her mate sends her pings after pings, urging her to get done with it.
She understands now, the recent victories of the Empire, even against all the odds. With him at their side everything is possible. He’s even more dangerous than any other imperial she has already killed, he’s even more worthy to be one of her targets. She grates her teeth and replaces herself, eye on the sight, finger on the trigger.
She aims at his head, breathing deeply to calm her pounding heart. She gulps, she can’t believe she’s gonna shoot one of her old flames. But it has to be done. It has to…
She looks at her dignified appearance, his hautghy expression, his inquisitive glowing red eyes and time stops. Her finger froze on the trigger.
She can’t.
Not to him.
Not to the honorable man she once knew.
Even if it’s not him anymore.
She deviates her canon swiftly and shoots. The governor collapses. She doesn’t lose time here and jumps on her feet and starts running, her rifle in hand. She runs so fast to the point of losing her breath.
Next time.
She lets him go this time. But this time only. She promises herself.
Next time!
