#Galatic Patrol

[arwentrow]

BEEP BEEP BEEP A NEW CHARACTER APPEARS! AND IT'S ANOTHER LIZARD (simps rejoice)!

This handsome boy is Borealis, Amaranth's childhood friend.

Growing up, he was inspired by the Galatic Patrol and how much they helped people in his life

So naturally, he studied hard to become one.

[snuh]

Howard V. Brown: Galatic Patrol - Astounding Stories, October 1937

[pleasantspark]

DBZ Human AU

I made King Cold's name is King, and here's some things.

Pride Troopers and Galatic Patrol are rivals here.

[nem0c]

replaying mass effect and thinking about lensman. one thing I wish they had stolen is the way second-stage lensmen (and woman, singular) are visually distinguished from first-stage lensmen since it would help differentiate your ultracool superspy council spectres from the regular military grunts that make up much of the supporting cast

being militarised galatic police, first stage lensmen of the galactic patrol wear a fitted dress uniform in all black, with silver trim, shiny shiny ray pistol, and a gold meteor pin on the collar that glows in the dark and plays the star spangled banner

the second stage, or grey, or unattached lensman has fully internalised Civilisation and no longer requires it’s external disciplinary apparatus. Theoretically answerable to the galactic patrol and civilian government, they in fact go wherever and do whatever. This is reflected in their outfit: simple grey leather fitted breeches, knee-high boots, grey leather short jacket, newsboy cap and driving goggles. Also works to your advantage as 30s sf writer because every mechanic and motorist in the country already has the materials to cosplay your character.

[windsofredemption]

💫~ABOUT MUSES~🌙

💫 Zamasu 💫

This version of Zamasu is the one erased from the present timeline, before he was able to murder Gowasu and start his Zero Mortal Plan-

Brought back from Erasure by the Supreme Kai of Time, he was given a second chance at life by working in Conton City as a mentor for Time Patrol trainees- Much to his distain.. Not that he has much of a choice, though... if he doesn't cooperate, he will be erased from existance again.

Despite the Ex-Apprentice's hostility towards Mortals at first, he's slowly adjusting and starting to change his views on Mortals and life overall, but it will take time.

🎃 Pumkin 🎃

A Saiyan from Universe 6, Pumkin was a pirate that once wandered the stars with a crew of her own, leading a good life of thievery and brawling... until the Galatic Patrol finally caught up with her after one botched plan- resulting in her being locked up.

Luckily for her, it seems some have noticed her above average skills , and a deal was struck with the wayward saiyan- she would either serve her time as a time patroller, fixing history before irreversible damage was done to the timeline... oooor Stay in her cell.

Pumkin decided to take the first option, obviously. The deal was too good to refuse!... Although she didn't realize just WHAT she got into...

🖤 Oswyn 🖤

A mysterious Kai that was once one of the Supreme Kai, but now wanders, with no universe of his own. Has a bit of controversy around him...

🌸 NON DB MUSES 🌸

⚔ Kite ⚔ (.Hack//)

(I'll write my own description later on him, for now, have the Wiki description lol)

[ramrodd]

Did Matthew & Luke use a lost gospel Q? (The Synoptic Problem)

COMMENTARY:

Ian, you and Robyn Walsh and John MacDanald are so close to the actual origins of all written Christian literature, you are liable to sit on it my mistake. Thre are two euangelion's: the euangelion that Pilate transmitted to Tiberius that is cited by Tertuallian in Book V, Apology and the euangelion after Acts 10 that leds in Mark 1:1 and is the basis for the oral and writtenn traditions of the Gospels, Acts and the 19 citation in the Episltes of Paul, ' Pilate's euangelin consists of the harmonization of Mark 15:1 - 16:8 with the Gospel of Peter. The Talking Cross, which is the ratification of the unilateral covenant between the Jewish God in Genesis 1:1 and Revelation 4:2 and the centurions of the Italian Regiment represented by Cornelius, the Command Sergeant Major of Caesarea and Pilate's Chief of Staff, is the Tidings of Joy Pilate conveys to Tiberius Caesar that compels Tiberius to nominate Jesus for the Roman Pantheon. In addition, there is the harmonization of the 7 seals the Roman soldiers afix to the stone they rolled infront of the tomb with the 7 seals of Revelation being generated in the spiritual realm of Palestine as a ocnsequence of the selection of the anti-Christ  and rejection of Jesus that first becomes manifest by the weather phenomena that turned noon into ight as Jesus was lingering on the cross. The connection of the 7 seals of the soldiers and the 7 seals of Revelation is something you will never make under the creative glass ceiling of the critical historic method of Post Modern Historic Deconstruction, but is a bare naked lady dancing for all to see on the stage of the critical literary method of Post Modern Literary Deconstruction of the academo of liberal arts before 1968. The eurangelion of Mark 1:1 after Acts 10 includes the confession of Peter in Acts 10:34 - 43 along with the harmonization of Pilate's euangelion.. Peter's confession becomes the narrative arc of the Synoptic Gospels that is combined with the intelligence archives of the 10th Legion generally understood to be Quelle that is not only accessed by the three Synopitic writers but also by Josephus is the writing of his accounts of the destruction of Jerusulem in the company of the 10th Legion, which occupied the Mount of Olives during the seige and patrolled the territory from there up to Capernaum during the time of Jesus, Both Jesus and Josephus grew up with the 10th Legion and Josephus probably surrendered to them after betraying his command, It is at the Acts 10 briefing that Cornlius conveys the cntent of Pilate's euangelion to Peter, which is the source of the Gospel of Peter. The Mark 1:1 euangelion becomes the existential anchor of the vetting process of Paul by Peter in Acts 15:7 and the template of the 19 citations of the euangelion in the Epistels. The Gospel of Mark was composed by Cornelius in Latin and transmitted to Theophilus in Rome by the time of Claudius' accession in 41 CE. Matthew is a polemic written in reapose to Galations and in support of Judaism by 50 CE. It should not be lost in the scholarship that Rome converted from the Egyptian 8 day work week to a 7 day work week at the same time Rome adopted the numerology of Jesus and hellenism In 50 CE, Luke begins to include a real-time eye witness record of Paul in his working medical journals as they form a partnership for infiltrating Jewish congregations. When Paul is arrested and held by Felix, Luke draws on this journalism to begin an amicus brief in support of Paul's pending defense in Rome, but, after being introduced to Cornelius, begins the research for the Gospel of Luke and Acts of the Apostles as an agent of Theophilus, the Biship of the secret Roman Church of the Legions. The 18 books of the Gospels, Acts and Epistles become Theophilus's bibliography for Hebrews, which is the military manifesto of Christianity summarized by the Apostle's Creed. The authority of the centurion in Matthew 8:9 is the necessary connection between Romans 13:1 - 7 and Hebrews 13:17. The Mithra cults whereever the Roman legion is based is the front organization for the Roman Communion of the Talking Cross. The thesis of the Jesus seminar that the Gospel of Mark is in any manner dervative of Pauline Theology is purley the consequece of the characteristic distortions of history by the Post Modern Historic Deconstruction, Whether intentional or circumstantial, the critical historic method is a mechanism of the disinformation of Project 2025 and the Pro-Life Total Depravity doctrine of Christian Nationalism. And, just for the record, Papias was padding his resume.

[bylightofdawn]

WIP SUNDAY

Okay so I'm cheating a little, this was written earlier this week but honestly, I love this entire scene. Jango and Plo are scouting ahead in the tunnels because Vau had said he spotted a Death Watch patrol and they were concerned they might come across them while Mij is working on stabilizing Vau.

So Plo and Jango get to go hunting Death Watch as a sort of awkward boyfriend takes his boyfriend's kid on a hunting trip...but it's Mandalorians so they're not hunting animals. :P Earlier, there was a rather tense stand-off between Jaster and Kyr Ordo who is the representative of Clan Ordo who is...your typical hidebound Ordo. As always, it is super rough and unedited etc. etc.

I also managed to sew up Chapter 32. So I'm calling it good here and I'm going to go watch an episode or two of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries before bed.

“Jango? Can I ask you something?” Plo Koon asked after a couple of minutes and another two turns. They definitely seemed like they were walking some parameter and Jango was beginning to become worried it would turn into a square and the Death Watch patrol would stumble upon Jaster and the others from behind.

“Uh…sure?” The teen murmured a little distractedly.

“Before, when Kyr Ordo told your father that they would ‘deal with this later’ did that mean he was planning on challenging Jaster? Because that’s how it sort of looked to me. But I know when it comes to your father and duels, it’s…a little more complicated than just a dispute of honor, correct?”

Trust the Jedi to pick up on that very real anxiety that Jango holding at the back of his mind. They had more pressing matters at the moment, but he’d certainly thought the same thing if he was being honest with himself.

“If you’re asking if Kyr Ordo is planning on challenging Jaster for Mand’alor then I’ll be honest. I don’t know. I hope not, he’d be a terrible Mand’alor.”

“Really?” Plo made no attempt to mask his surprise.

“Yeah, he’s a hide-bound traditionalist who can’t see beyond the tip of his nose and has zero interest in letting anyone else into Mandalorian space. We’ve had dozens of Mand’alor just like him, and where has it gotten us?”

Jango’s insight surprised the Jedi until he remembered who the boy’s father and mentor were.

“Sadly, I don’t think everyone shares that viewpoint.”

“I know, and maybe I am a little bit biased, but we’ve had hundreds of years of exclusionist policies, and we’re in a weak position on a galactic scale because of it. Until Jaster came along to unite the Clans we were easily exploitable to outsiders. And they used it shamelessly to keep us in our space and to prevent Mandalore from making any real economic growth or gain any real power in Galatic politics.”

Plo knew in his gut that if Jaster had heard those words from his adopted son’s mouth, the man would have been over the proverbial moon.

“Which is why I really hope Kyr Ordo wasn’t being serious about challenging Jaster. Because if he does? We can’t do anything or interfere in any way. Even if he beats Jaster or kills him.” The teen’s face was hidden by the T-shaped visor so it was impossible to read his expression. As always, he was equally hard to read through the Force.

Where Jaster blazed in the Force, and the Force seemed to react to him by seemingly radiating outwards in shimmers of visible waves, Jango was the opposite in so many ways. It acted almost like light being sucked in to a black hole, inextricably drawn in slowly and inevitably.

He’d never figured out if the Darkside touched the boy or if it was something else. He wasn’t a Force Null, but he was definitely a curious aberration and one Plo had never had the time to puzzle out fully.

“I mean it.” The boy repeated softly. “You can’t interfere, no matter what happens.”

“I understand, I won’t.” Even if he did find this bloody practice of challenging one another to potential death over a title to be unbearably savage.

But Jedi were taught to respect other species’ customs, even if they did not understand or agree with it.

“Good, because even if he were to win if a Jedi interfered, it would shatter any trust my people would have in him. As it is, he’s already in a precarious enough position, thanks to you.”

The lad’s words had a lance of pained guilt flash through Plo because he definitely didn’t want his relationship with Jaster to endanger what had become his life’s work. A part of him also wanted to ask how Jango felt about the possibility that his adopted father might fall in a duel. He couldn’t imagine the trauma of losing a second paternal figure would do to the lad, even with a support system he had among the True Mandalorians.

“Yet, for some reason, he’s willing to accept that risk because I guess you make him happy, and I’ve given up on trying to talk some sense into him.”

The Jedi knew that was as close to tacit approval as he would ever get from the prickly teen and wisely held his tongue.

[mrssaiyanprince]

B A N G 💥🔫

[op-dbz-ladies]

“Freeza? Frost demons? King Vegeta? The only thing I can think of that sounds like those first two things is the Fridgidarian Galatic patroller Frost. While I’ve never heard of a King Vegeta.” Caulifla replied with Kale following up. “I-Ive only heard tales of the legendary King Sadala the first and how his family still rules the capital today. They’re the ones who instated cutting off tails at birth.”

Gine let out a small groan as she slowly pushed herself up off the ground. She was expecting the pits of hell when she saw the massive ball of death heading her way. But, ironically enough, like her husband death didn't wait for her when she was engulfed, instead she woke up on what looked to be planet Vegeta, only a lot more primitive. It reminded her of Sadala back in the day, but it didn't seem like she was in the past. She groaned as she slowly flew around the planet. Trying to find some source of life, though to her surprise she found the planet filled with Sayians. At least, what she thought were Sayians. They were smaller. More slim and nimble rather than bulky and brawny like what she was used to. And they didn't have any tails. She rubbed the back of her head as she made her way into a local bar, her tail curling around her waist before her eyes landed on Caulifla. She slowly made her way towards the girl and tapped her shoulder.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you but I'm a bit lost. Is this Planet Vegeta?"

“Huh Vegeta? What did you bonk your head or something?” Caulifla was thin if a bit pudgy in the middle and sagging a bit in the chest. She looked Gine up and down confused before her eyes locked on to the object around her waist. “Wait is that a tail?”

[merusdivineanddeadly]

Merus and Kikaza’s relationship in a nutshell

Merus : Excuse me, ma’m, but I do believe that you’ve dropped your wallet.

Kikaza: Doesn’t look familiar to me.

Merus legit stares at her before raising an eyebrow: What? But  I just saw you drop it, here.

Kikaza: Nope, its not mine.

Merus: It IS yours, I’m trying to be nice and return it to you.

Kikaza: Return what to who?

Merus: .......UGH....Aren’t you, Kikaza Ru?

Kikaza: Uh-huh

Merus: This is your ID, correct?

Kikaza: Yup!

Merus : I found this ID, in this  very wallet, and if that’s the case, this must be your wallet....

Kikaza : That makes sense to me!

Merus : Then claim the wallet.

Kikaza : But its not my wallet, Merus!

Merus :......Are you joking? Please tell me you're pulling my leg here. Kikaza: But I’m not pulling your leg though...

[otakuradiance97]

[Galatic Patrol staff meeting]

Jaco: Someone has been beating up all our prisoners. Any idea who it is?

Goku: [cracking his knuckles] probably someone pretty strong.

[stalkerkyoko]

Cheelai- I stole ship from Galatic patrol

TBH the way Galatic Patrol is run sounds easy

If Jaco is any example. “I’m a super Elite  things get dicy “NOOOOOOOO WAYYYYYYYYYYYY

[angelesewe]

Galatic Patrol Wife/God of Destruction Husband

So does Jaco never age or it that how his spieces is? Forgive me if ‘ve never read the manga he is from. Or is it all people who serve under the Galatic Patrol just live forever one of the perks for working with them.

It got me thinking since he did say that it was basically a shame that he always thought Bulma would join them, especially with her skills in bascially everything. Wouldn’t it be cool if she did join? With Vegeta being the God of destruction. OMG! 

I didn’t forget Trunks or Bulla. I figured when there kids were a little older they still visit it them frequently, of course. Or maybe they could take their children with them “Take your children to Patrolmen Headquarters or God of Destruction Planet with Whis” Lmao! 

OMG I can see a spin off of this. THAT I WOULD WATCH RELIGIOUSLY!! The many adventures of the Briefs /Vegeta Family (Ok shitty title but you get the idea) Great I just ruined my self, now I want this for Christmas. *cries like a spoiled child*

[freeza-emperor-of-the-universe]

Freeza in the Galactic Patrol Prisoner arc!

Thanks to @lilfriezatyrant​ for bringing it to my attention! From a bonus section in Volume 12′s manga release.

Credits to pipoaroi & JaredHendrix6 on twitter for English translations!

[lilfriezatyrant]

（▽д▽♯)

[djadins]

aurora glow | thrawn x f!reader — part two

warnings: if you squint there is fluff

rating: T

word count: 2.8k

Thrawn requested your company through the rest of the day in order to have you available for any questions he might have. You trailed behind him as he ordered his men around effortlessly. Some were scrounging in the woods around you, some were working on repairs. Others were guarding the perimeter that had been set up. The plan was to shut the backup power on the ship off at night when work had ceased and only to turn it on when work began again at daybreak.

You warned Thrawn that it got dangerously cold at night in the fall in this part of the country, especially now after the flare.

He did not seemed too concerned at this, as his men would return to their bunks at night unless they were on perimeter patrol. He mentioned that there was a place for you, too, to sleep on the ship and refused when you offered to sleep in the warehouse instead.

“Absolutely not. You may not be one of my men, but you are under my protection now and I will not have you sleeping out here alone.”

You wanted to mention that there in fact would be troops outside and that you may feel slightly more comfortable in semi-familiar territory (as you had been used to sleeping in whatever abandoned buildings or caves you could find) but you decided not to say anything. You had a feeling if you said what you were thinking, he would insist that you sleep in the ship anyways.

The sun was soon setting and your stomach groaned. You only had a breakfast of some foraged berries this morning and although you were used to eating light, it had been at least 12 hours since your last meal. Thrawn turned around to face you, chuckling slightly. The man he had been speaking to looked like you, but was not from Earth. He was in a greenish gray uniform, one of the men who had been working on repairs inside of the ship. “This is Ensign Eli Vanto, my translator and friend.” Thrawn gave Eli your name and he bowed slightly.

When Eli excused himself, you looked up curiously at Thrawn. “Translator?”

He hummed in response. “Yes, in the part of space I am from, we speak a language far removed from the common tongue. Although I was vaguely familiar with Galatic Basic, Eli was from a planet near to mine and we both could speak a different, common language. He then was assigned as my translator.”

You assumed Galatic Basic was like English, because you had been communicating with Thrawn this whole time without Eli.

“Once the ship is repaired and we are back on mission, I will do my best to tell you all about the galaxy. Eli will be able to fill in whatever I cannot.”

You murmured a thanks. “I would like to learn about your planet,” you said softly.

Thrawn seemed surprised at your statement. “I’d be happy to share it with you.”

You both walked in silence the rest of the way to where some men where preparing dinner. There were at least 10 fires going with large cauldron-like pots balanced on top of them. A thick, delicious smelling soup was inside, although you already knew that you would be unfamiliar with the ingredients. Thrawn had ordered all perishables to be used for dinner.

You were impressed by the efficiency of the men. They were clearly used to feeding a ship full of people, but still. Multiple tables had been moved outside of the ship to hold trays, plates, bowls, silverware as well as foods you did not recognize. What you assumed was fruits, vegetables and other side dishes.

Thrawn must have noticed how wide your eyes had become because he gently put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t realized how cold the end of the day was becoming until you felt the heat radiating from him. “Don’t worry if there is something you try and do not like. It took me a while to become familiar with my food preferences.”

You realized based on his last comment and this one that his part of space must really be separate from the Empire that he talked about. You had seen other men in his crew that did not look human-like, and more of what you had imagined aliens might look like, but there was nobody else so far of those you had seen that had looked like him.

At one point, he had gone through the same thing you were going through now.

Thrawn led the way, being the Captain allowed him the first meal. You being an honored guest meant you got to follow behind him. He passed you a tray with an empty bowl, plate and silverware on it. “If I may make a suggestion?”

You nodded in response. He hummed approvingly. “I’ll pick out your food based on my own personal preferences. If you see something you take interest in that I’ve missed, please add it to your tray.”

You nodded again and Thrawn’s lips curled upward. You followed close to him as he loaded both of your trays up with the same exact meal. You saw something that looked like raspberries that you added to you plate. At the end of the lineup, one of the workers filled both of your bowls with the chowder.

You followed Thrawn to a log not far away and were surprised when he sat on the ground, his back against the log. You both ate in silence next to each other, apart from the inquiries he had about the food’s taste. You were surprised at how much you liked everything on your tray, trying a bit of it all.

You became full rather quickly and knew that you should stop eating. This was entirely way more food than you had been used to in years.

“Everything alright?” he asked between bites.

“Very good, thank you. I’m just not.. not used to eating this much. I don’t want to get sick.”

Eli joined the both of you in that moment. He slid down on the other side of you against the log.

You listened as the men talked while eating about the state of the ships repairs so far. It sounded optimistic to you, but you knew that in reality you had absolutely no idea what most of it meant.

One of the soldiers started a fire in front of the three of you after the sun went down. Another man took your, Thrawn’s and Eli’s tray.

You looked across the encampment at your fellow Earthlings. They had been given a small tray filled with food to share amongst themselves, eating with hands bound in front of them.

Thrawn grabbed your attention when he noticed you observing them. “Do you have any suggestions on what we should do with them?”

You shook your head no. The laws of men no longer existed. “What would happen if they did this in the Empire?” you asked.

“They would be.. executed.”

You shivered, even with the heat of the fire and Thrawn’s body heat at your side. Though you weren’t touching each other, it was radiating off of him in a blaze against you.

“What would happen to them if your planet wasn’t in ruin?” came a voice from the other side of you.

Thrawn tsked at Eli’s carelessness even though he himself had admitted to you that your planet was dying just after meeting you. Thrawn noticed when you tensed up.

“They would probably be jailed,” you thought aloud.

The three of you looked over at your fellow humans. “We do have a brig, though I do not want them on the ship,” Thrawn admitted.

“We will watch them, for now. Depending on their behavior, we will let them go when the time comes for us to leave.”

You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or Eli.

You watched the flames of the fire while Eli and Thrawn resumed talking about the plan for leaving. At one point you shivered and Thrawn immediately stretched his arm out behind you on the log. He was barely brushing against your back, but it was enough to warm you a little more.

Eventually Eli left to get some shut eye, leaving just you and Thrawn. You both sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the night. If it weren’t for the bustling of his men around the various scattered fires or the patrols off in the distance, you might have fallen asleep out here next to him.

“Why don’t I show you to your room?”

You looked up at his eyes, shining and reflecting the fire. You nodded and he stood gracefully in one movement. He held his hand out towards you and easily picked you up on your feet when you gave him yours.

This time you walked just past what you remembered to be Thrawn’s office door. As the backup power was now off, he had to use one of those suction cup thingies to open your door. He waved you inside and you walked into the room in front of him.

The room was lovely and big. “Meant for any visiting dignitaries,” he explained, as if reading your mind. “I’m right next door if you need anything.”

Thrawn explained how to use the lantern and then left you to settle in. You unpacked what little you had in your bag — a few snacks (apples, nuts), a tattered, thin blanket, along with your rotating small pile of clothes. You had recently washed them all in a stream and folded them neatly to place into the dresser. You put your 9mm in between the stack.

Thrawn had noticed it earlier in the day and said that you wouldn’t need it while here, but if it made you feel safe, then you were welcome to keep it on your person.

You slipped out of your boots, putting the knife you carried inside under the fluffy pillow on the bed at the end of the room.

You pulled out your toothbrush and the plastic water bottle that you had filled yesterday and poured a little water on it. You swished the brush around your mouth for about two minutes and then put it on the sink top. You flicked your tongue over your teeth to make sure they felt smooth.

You refrained from looking at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, instead opting to change into the clothing you usually slept in — a light pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt.

You settled into the bed — it was surprisingly comfortable. Even with your blanket on top of you, however, the bedding provided little warmth. Now that you weren’t moving, you were starting to get very cold. You quickly slipped out of bed to put two pairs of socks on your bare feet.

It didn’t seem to help you much. Just as you couldn’t take it anymore and were about to put on every piece of clothing you owned, there was a soft knock at the door. Thrawn called out your name. “May I come in?”

You told him to come in and slipped out of bed to meet him at the door. Your teeth were nearly chattering but you closed your jaw tightly.

“I wanted to make sure you were getting settled.. are you alright?!?” Thrawn’s tone went from calmed to what you imagined was worried soon after he walked inside. You hadn’t seen this much emotion on his face since you had met this morning. He walked up to you and you resisted the urge to bury your face into the heat you knew his body would be giving off. “Your temperature has dropped drastically since I left.”

You couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering when you talked. “I.. its.. c.. c.. cold.. in h.. here.” An uncontrollable shiver ripped through your body.

Thrawn immediately enveloped you in his arms. Your tense body loosened in the warmth of his grip. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a tight black shirt and black pants similar to yours. You could see that his body was rather defined now that he wasn’t hidden under all that armor.

“This won’t do,” he said under his breath. You shivered again, but no longer because you were cold. You let out a small yelp when he picked you up bridal style. With one hand, he closed the door to your room and opened the door to his, the other supporting your weight.

After closing his door behind him, he carried you through his quarters. Past his desk in the door you had seen earlier, was a short hallway. Connected was a training room, bathroom and bedroom that you could see in your quick pass through.

He sat in his bed against the headboard, with you still in his arms. He positioned you in his lap and then brought his blankets up and around the both of you.

“Apologies, I did not realize. You warned me it would be cold for you tonight and I didn’t know the extent of it.”

You shook your head. “I mean it as a warning for everyone, but.. thank you.”

“I hope this doesn’t bother you, but it was my.. instinctual response.”

You didn’t want to admit how nice it felt to be touched by another person again after so long so instead you told him that it was okay with you.

He had one arm wrapped around you, supporting your back and reached onto his bedside table for a small looking tablet. When you peered at the screen, there was a bunch of letters arranged in words you did not recognize.

“I usually update my daily log at the end of the night. If it aggravates you, please let me know.”

You were surprised at the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. Not that he had been rude to you at all today, quite the opposite, but his attitude and demeanor were entirely different than they had been all day. Although you had seen a little bit more of his softer side when you had been alone with him, he had remained fairly impassive all day. He was commanding when talking to his men (well, except for Eli).

Now here he was, hoping not to disturb you after carrying you into his quarters. Keeping you warm, in his lap, in his bed. It was unexpected to say the least.

“I don’t mind,” you told him.

He began softly speaking in another language and as he did so, writing filled his tablet. You were mesmerized by it even if you had absolutely no idea what he was saying. He would pause every once in a while, or erase a few lines and change something.

His voice startled you out of your stupor. “Feel free to ask me anything, if you have questions.”

You hummed. “What are your people called?”

“Chiss. I’m from a planet called Rentor, in the Unknown Regions.”

You nodded at his pad. “And is this your native tongue?”

“Yes, its called Cheunh.”

You settled against his a little more. “It’s very pretty.”

He turned to face you a little more. “Really? Most other species I’ve encountered think it is harsh to the ears.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

He paused for a moment. “Are you warm enough?”

You nodded against his chest. After a few moments of silence, he continued his entry. When you heard your name, you looked up at him.

“Just recording everything that happened today,” he explained.

You listened to him for a bit longer, watched the letters appear on the screen, before the drowsiness pulled your eyes closed.

“Thrawn?”

“Mmm?”

You paused as you thought how to phrase your question. “Are you the only one of your kind in the Empire? Chiss, I mean.”

“..Yes.”

You understood it a little better now. You were both alone in your own ways and he recognized that piece of himself in you.

You were curious as to what he was saying every time you heard your name brought up, but were too tired to ask. You weren’t sure if that would be pushing it either, however you had a feeling that he was willing to answer most of your questions.

Your breathing was starting to slow down, you mouth slightly agape. You hadn’t opened your eyes since you initially shut them. You heard a light clank as Thrawn reached over and set his tablet back down on the table beside his bed. He shifted you off his lap and over to the side of the bed that you both weren’t currently occupying. You were hardly aware of what was happening, as sleep overcame you.