AU where Thrawn gets captured

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Being a prisoner who has not tried to escape in at least a decade does give one several . . . . privileges. At least they are sold as privileges, and Thrawn supposes he will take that.

They've opened up access to additional files on his datapad, which gives him things to think about.

He is allowed to put holos of art on his walls, which also gives him things to ponder.

It's something. He does not, however, receive many visitors.

And Thrawn does not have it in himself to mourn that. So.

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[for_everyone]

Again, Hera waits, her face impassive.

And then, she says simply -

"I asked because I wanted to hear your perspective."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"And so you have, I think. Unless there is a particular point I failed to cover."

This is entirely possible, he supposes. His brief description was certainly . . . brief.

[for_everyone]

Finally, Hera does smile, very faintly.

"You haven't told me how you would respond."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Seek their grievances. See if they are being fomented from within or by agitators from without. Make your decisions then, when you know more."

He looks beyond her, for a moment, watching the flickering of a holo from one display of statuary to a light-sculpture shimmering in violent and blue.

"It is what I have done before, at any rate. Though I imagine you will find a great distaste for non-humans from out-system in amongst them. They've also taken pains to purge any contribution to style and form from schools of thought that did not originate among human cultures."

[for_everyone]

Hera, again, is silent for another moment, maybe thinking this over, or choosing her words.

Then, she looks back to him. "The Republic wanted to reduce its fleet, so I resigned. I was never elected to any position in it. Ryloth isn't a member of it."

Shaking her head very slightly, "You might not be talking to the right person."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"No? But you are better positioned than I to know who to talk to."

He raises one eyebrow just the tiniest bit.

"Or, perhaps, to suggest who else I might wish to talk to, to express my concerns to a useful party."

[for_everyone]

Hera finally looks down, her eyes dropping to the table. She takes another deep breath, let's it out.

"I think," she concedes, "I'm the most likely to listen to you."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

His smile is thin-lipped and humorless again.

"I thought that went without saying."

[for_everyone]

Her arms still crossed, Hera softly taps her fingers against the table. "I can talk to others who are in a position to respond."

After a pause, "And who may face less... resistance."

Or in other words, are human.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"You can, certainly," Thrawn says mildly. In this, at least, they agree.

"But will you?"

[for_everyone]

"Yes."

She gets that out of the way first.

"Why wouldn't I?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"I can think of no logical reason."

His shoulders twitch in what may seem a hastily-aborted shrug.

"I have also learned that this does not always mean very much."

[for_everyone]

"I'm not a politician."

If nothing else, the last decade or so has definitely taught her that. "But they usually need someone who can be truthful with them."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn tilts his head the tiniest fraction.

That person will never be him, not for any politician or government, not now.

He remains not particularly sorry about that, except -- a little, when things like this are brought to his attention.

"Perhaps more than one person, in a world more ideal than this one."

[for_everyone]

"I don't think I'm the only one."

She pauses again. "But I'm not worried about others finding out my source, if that's what you're thinking."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"No?"

His smile is faint.

"Then I suppose I shall not worry overmuch, either. Though if those you tell do wish to speak to me . . . a comm message from you telling me so would be much appreciated."

[for_everyone]

She straightens slightly, moving her arms to fold her hands.

"I think I can do that."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"I thank you," Thrawn says, after a quick moment of silence.

"For the consideration."

[for_everyone]

Hera leans back in her chair again, and she glances up to the art holos.

"Was there anything you wanted to ask me?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn merely studies Hera as she looks at the holos.

"Not at this time, I don't think. Though if you could see your way to letting me know how your messages are received . . . I would appreciate that."

He is still never sure which things Hera is likely to do and which she will not. It is -- less frustrating, these days, than it used to be.

[for_everyone]

"I don't know if I'll be able to come in person," she says, her eyes returning to him.

"But I'll get a message to you."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn inclines his head in the tiniest of nods.

"And if you would, at any point, like additional information from me -- do let me know."

[for_everyone]

Hera also nods, in a nearly mirrored movement.

"All right."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Thank you," Thrawn says, after another short pause.

"And for the visit, as well."

[for_everyone]

She waits for a long moment. But there's nothing more Hera wants to say, no questions or courtesies or lingering truths.

Instead, she nods again, and rises from her chair.