Force Awakens AU-verse

[grandadmiralartcritic]

There's never enough time to prepare for a war you didn't (quite) know was coming. But given Milliways tends to stop time while a person is in it, Thrawn has taken his datapad full of files, after action reports, and star maps, and made his way into the bar proper.

And given that it is unwise to appear as if one is hiding, he chooses to occupy a table right at the heart of this multiversal cantina.

Caf is welcome, but food is most definitely secondary to absorbing as much information as he can.

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[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Perhaps," Thrawn allows, after a moment. "But no more than I am curious about what, in the end, might break me."

Thrawn's voice is cool, for he has had a great deal of time to ponder such questions, in his prison.

"A warrior does what he must to defeat his foes. And we are not on opposite sides now."

[for_everyone]

"I'm not sure that means we're on the same side."

Hera sighs, closing her eyes and pressing her hand to her forehead for a moment.

As she lowers it, "We also won't be using the the kind of tactics the Empire permitted."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"No civilian casualties, no terror campaigns, sacrificial troops to be used only at direst need and by calling for volunteers . . . "

He pauses, considering.

"I wonder, Hera Syndulla, if you have ever looked over the details of my battles against pirates before rose to my former rank within the Empire? If not, it might prove illustrative."

[for_everyone]

"I did, after the war."

She tilts her head. "But I'd like to hear what you'd say about them."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Only that the war with them is the type of war I can fight, even if it was not precisely the type of war the Empire preferred. And it may function as a better starting place for defining what is acceptable and what is not than . . . later battles."

Or so it seems to him, all these years later. Perhaps his memory is not as sharp as it once was. Perhaps it is nostalgia that colors his thoughts of a time when things were a little bit simpler.

(Probably not.)

[for_everyone]

"I can look at it again."

Hera doubts there's any tactic or military strategy she needs to remind Thrawn to review. But still, she considers this for a moment.

"I know you say you don't like politics. But the political situation is also something you should understand."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn nods, minutely.

"I shall do my best. Though I will say, your guidance in these matters would be most welcome. It is not only that I do not like politics, but I lack much of the instinct for them, particularly in this part of the galaxy."

[for_everyone]

Hera waits a moment, and then holds out her hand.

"Can I see your datapad?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn raises one eyebrow, that thin smile passing across his lips again.

"Of course."

He slides the datapad over to Hera, then folds his hands in his lap again.

Waiting.

[for_everyone]

Hera takes the datapad, flipping through it for a few minutes without looking up.

Then she sets it down on the table, and slides it back over to him.

"I've flagged some places to start with."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Consider it done."

He pulls it closer without looking at the screen. There will be time for that later.

"Shall we set a time to meet here again? To be . . . frank with one another?"

[for_everyone]

"Have you figured out a way to track time here?"

Hera hasn't, unless she doesn't leave.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Not as yet, unfortunately. I'm not overfond of chance, myself, but needs must."

Apparently.

[for_everyone]

"Then we'll have to wait and see."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

As they will for a great many things, apparently.

"I have nothing but time."