A/N I promised you guys a longer chapter, and I'll try my best! XD Also, this is THRAWN'S BIG DEBUT! YAY! Yahoo!
If Thrawn feels a little OOC in here, though, then I'm sorry! This is my second time writing about him and my first time starring him in one chapter alone, so I'm not sure if this exactly his character. So sorry!
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And to think that the day was going to be uneventful. Of course, Thrawn had to be wrong.
His fleet had been requested and sent to Lothal to help with Governor Pryce with her Rebel Problem. Thrawn himself was already IRRITATED and ANNOYED by the vile woman's complains, rages and rants about the Lothal Rebels and their Rebellious scams. He needed a vacation, or at least a couple of galaxies away from Pryce, so he volunteered to help Captain Slavin with an occupation in Ryloth.
Everything was going smoothly (as smoothly as things would go, anyway), but when Rebels are involved, things never run smoothly for long.
Captain Slavin was the worst company Thrawn had (even Pryce was more bearable than he was). Slavin was an idiot. He couldn't even recognize a Rebel, even if it was right under his nose (he really couldn't).
But alas, he was the one in charge of the operation, and Thrawn was only there to help, so he had to bear with the man, no matter how hard it was.
The moment the lift had closed after he and Slavin left it, Thrawn knew that they had company. Of course, the captain had no clue of what was happening, much to Thrawn's annoyance, but he pushed the rage inside and let his plan go into place.
At the end of the day, the Rebels were apprehended, with the victory of capturing of Hera Syndulla, daughter of Cham Syndulla and Captain of the Lothal Rebels, along with two fellow Rebels; one a clone and the other a boy. The clone was not much of a surprise, but the boy was surely someone that he never expected. He expected the Rebels to be older and more experienced with war, or at least have experience from the past like the events of Order 66.
But no, this boy looked too young to have been there before the Empire first took rise. He was young, immature, and innocent-looking, but what Thrawn couldn't shake off was the familiarity of the child to him. He felt like he had seen that sapphire hair and those reddish-brown eyes before. When those eyes glowed as red and as intensely as his when he rages (an occasional thing, really), it made him even more curious and suspicious to where he had seen him.
But he knew that investigation would have to wait. He still had to finish up his job in Ryloth before he could return to the Chimera, which was still hovering above Lothal with the rest of his fleet.
At the moment, he had retreated to his temporary office, the boy's backpack on his desk as he leaned back and observed the Kalikori on his hand. His eyes looked over it before pausing at the carved signature at the bottom.
The Kalikori wasn't even suppose to be in Ryloth. He remembered earning it and giving it to someone very, very special to him. Someone whom he knew he couldn't see anymore.
His only son.
Thrawn winced at the thought of his only child. The memories were flowing back to him faster than he could stop them...
{FLASHBACK}
"WAAH! WAAH!"
Cadet Mitth'raw'nuruodo jumped at the sound of a crying child. He ran to his husband's hospital room as quickly as possible, and when he got there, his eyes were wide to see his beloved on the hospital bed, rocking something in his arms.
"Shh, shh," Cadet Eli Vanto gently soothed the being he cradled, his voice soft and quiet as he began to sing him a sweet lullaby. "~Hush little darling, don't you cry
Mommy's right here, right by your side~"
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Thrawn's eyes slowly retracted before a small smile stretched across his face. He hesitantly took a step forward, and his footsteps alerted the brown-haired human, who turned his head towards him with a wide smile.
"Don't be afraid, Thrawn," Eli pulled out an arm and motioned the Chiss to come closer. "Come and see him,"
Thrawn nodded and went beside his husband. Eli moved closer, and the Chiss hovered over to see.
Wrapped around in a sky blue blanket was a healthy baby boy. He had light olive skin, just like Eli, and strands of sapphire blue hair, just like Thrawn. The child squirmed a bit before slowly opening his eyes. Thrawn blinked in surprise to see the baby's reddish-brown eyes sparkling under the ceiling lights.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Eli giggled, stroking their son's small strand of hair. "Hey, little one. Aw, you're such a wonder, aren't you?"
"He is, indeed," Thrawn smiled and nodded in agreement. "Our sweet little *En'tisan'sasi'at vn'ini ..."
{END OF FLASHBACK}
Thrawn stood up, throwing the Kalikori on the desk before turning to take a deep breath.
Giving up his one and only son was the worst decision and the biggest regret he had ever made. He thought he could trust Mira with him, but he was wrong. So, SO wrong.
Thrawn subconsciously growled under his breath, shutting his eyes tightly as he took another deep breath.
He was dead. His son was dead.
He had to keep reminding himself, no matter how much it broke him to remember. It had already broken his husband Eli's heart and spirit when he had told him the news. He was so broken up that he had to be sent to Csilla to clear his head and help his mental and emotional health get better.
Thrawn turned back to the Kalikori and picked it up, one question in his mind.
How did the Rebels get their hands on his son's Kalikori?
He set the Kalikori down and took the backpack, opening it to scavenge it's contents.
There were a few droid parts and some tools. Nothing too surprising or special. It only made him assume that the boy was either a scavenger or, if it made more sense, a thief before he joined the Rebellion.
He set the things aside and dug in lower, grasping something underneath before pulling it out.
It was a beige sack, stuffed up and tied up shut. It was honestly quite a familiar-looking sack. He felt as if he had seen it before... many, many years ago...
{FLASHBACK}
"Lieutenant Vanto,"
"Oh, hi, sir," Lieutenant Eli Vanto spoke, his accent thick as ever as he turned to his superior with a smile.
Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo entered the room, shutting the door behind him before walking beside his aid. He noticed something on his desk and grew curious.
"And what might that be?" He asked, pointing to the unknown thing.
"Oh, it's just a sack full of cloth, needles and stuffing," Eli took the beige sack in his hand and opened it to show. "I was thinking of making something to send to our baby boy. What do you think?"
"Perhaps, but I honestly disagree to that plan," Thrawn frowned. "Neither Mira nor her husband had replied to either of our letters, and it worries me..."
"Maybe they're just busy with our baby to reply. He should be turning three years old this year," Eli waved him off, a smile on his face that Thrawn couldn't resist but return. "I'm sure our little boy is LOVING everything we've given him so far, but what do you think I can make him with cloth and stuffing?"
