#unfortunately Luke Skywalker grew up in rural nowhere and can drink these two idiots under the table with a smile

[thought-42]

Proof of life for the Chissezra au

Also an accountability post for myself because I promised myself I'd have this finished by the end of the year. Every time I think I'm writing the last scene of this thing another scene pops into my head. But I swear to god we're almost done.

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“We need to talk to Vah’nya,” Tro’owmis says evenly. “Thrawn.”

“Why–” Thrawn begins, but Sacher holds up a hand.

“Laezra and I aren’t allowed to talk to Vah’nya because the last time we saw her we, hm , peer pressured her into, uhh, life choices that she may not have otherwise chosen.”

“Allegedly,” Laezra adds, pointedly.

“They got her drunk,” Za’lea says, with all the blythe glee of every child in the universe when presented with the opportunity to shame their caregivers. “She threw up in our bathtub.”

“You shouldn’t know that,” Sacher moans. Laezra blinks.

“Why shouldn’t she– Never mind. Anyway, Un’hee said she’d murder us if we called for the next six months,” Laezra continues. “And I am a little bit scared of her.”

“And I,” Tro’owmis adds, “have met the woman once in my entire life for approximately fifteen minutes.”

“I suspect she tolerates me in respect for her friendship with Thelivan,” Thrawn says, but when faced with the rest of them glaring stonily at him he caves. “Very well.”

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They all loiter just out of view of the comm terminal when Thrawn makes the ‘so you’re being forcibly recruited into the Jedi and we’ve already decided on your student’ call. Thrawn had argued for the efficacy of written communication, but Tro’owmis had met this with a five minute rant on the paper trail they absolutely cannot afford to leave.

“Someone tried to assassinate Patriarch Thurfian yesterday evening,” is the first thing Thrawn says. Laezra begins the slow slide from his chair to the floor under the table, which is where he’s planning to stay for the foreseeable future.

“Good afternoon, Senior Captain,” Vah’nya says, perfect professional courtesy.

“My associates were able to prevent the attempt,” Thrawn continues doggedly.

Faintly, from offscreen, Un’hee says “mistake.’

Laezra gives up on slow and hits the floor hard, curling himself around a table leg.