Hitchhiker (Young Thrawn, Wynssa Starflare, Piett, Vader, Sebulba) AUTHOR'S NOTE 5/4 !,

A spider bit you? OMG!!! That would be my personal nightmare. Hope you get better soon.

Greywolf

 

Darth Black Widow Spider? Like, a real one?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!

You poor thing? Where was it? Aren't they supposed to be in glass boxes or something? Like, a zoo? I would SO freak out! Did you have to call an emergency service? How are you now?

 

Greywolf - thanks, and I am doing better now (symptom-free).

Shezan! The doctor and I have NO idea when exactly it happened, or where I was when it occurred. THAT, to me, is the scariest thing. I could have been one of four places so now I am on spidey-alert looking for any others that may be lurking.

The bite occurred at some point between Sunday (June 16) and Monday. By Monday afternoon, I was starting to have serious problems functioning, and had been trying to get an appointment with the doctor, but no one answered the phone there. I finally got them in the evening and set an appointment for the next morning.

By Monday night, I thought I was going to die, no kidding, I was in so much pain and couldn't breath very well, and my throat was swollen up (even though I'd been bitten on my lower back).

The doctor got me into her office and while it was too late to administer the anti-venom injection (since we didn't know when and I wasn't mentally all that swift by Tuesday morning), she prescribed Prednisone.

So there I was, on Tuesday - my freakin' birthday, no less - layed up in the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking, "I wanted the day off, but not like this!"

It took a few days to get over the toxins and whatnot, but I'm OK now. Thanks for asking, too!

I've jokingly taken to thinking of this incident as "The Attack of the Yuuzie Spider." Sending some highly toxic critter to do their dirty work is their modus operandi to the hilt. But, since I didn't die and am not permanently damaged, I am now flipping Nom Anor and Tsavong Lah off with both hands and cackling in their faces: "Hey guys, I lived through it! Your gods love me, so...BACK OFF!!"

[Yeah, OK, so that's corny...LOL...but it's better then dwelling on it and crying about it ;-) ]

 

Hey! Wheres the rest?

 

Inari: What a horrible experience! Especially having to wait two days before seeing a doctor!

CmdrMitthrawnuruodo: I still gotta write it... and since I am late for a RL work assignment, this may take a little longer than planned... but thanks for the interest!!!

 

Up!!!

We want more !!!

 

Okay, a tiny little post...

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Thrawn threw her a shrewd look. "Second thoughts, Miss Starflare?"

Am I so transparent? "No. If you don't. When did you have in mind?"

He smiled, but did not take the bait. "Tonight would be a bit late. How about tomorrow, 19:00?"

"You're a fast operator once you've made up your mind, aren't you?"

He inclined his head slightly, with an odd formality. "It's always good tactics."

And how's that for a deadpan? "Very well, tomorrow it is. How shall--"

"It's not that easy to find - the "Revenge" is a large ship. I could meet you here, and escort you."

Well, that would take care of one problem - her suite was distressingly close to Corlag's ready room. Still--

"I would also suggest that you dress more - neutrally than when you visited the bridge. If such a suggestion doesn't offend you."

She had to laugh at that. "And where would we be if it did? Now let me guess, you'd want me to wear technician's overalls? Possibly with a cap?"

"You understand me so well, Miss Starflare."

When he grinned like that, he looked very human after all, she reflected. "The thing is, I'm not sure I've packed something that will look enough like your standard Imperial mechanic's outfit."

"That's what quartermasters are for." He looked at her appraisingly. "Why don't you hang on to your locker's key overnight? When you come in tomorrow evening, you'll find the overalls inside and you can change here."

And that would take care of any question as to her whereabouts; she'd already established an exercise routine in the few days she'd been on board "Empire's Revenge." "That's very clever," she said.

"Very simple."

"And you're not worried someone will track the missing overalls to you?"

"Not unless they're looking for a sliced line of code which could, or could not, have been a request form."

She threw up her hands. "With this kind of ingenuity just to organize a dinner date, I wonder that you're not a general already."

She'd sat down on the exercise mat to unhook her zoneball sneakers, but looked up when no answer was forthcoming. The alien lieutenant hadn't moved and was considering her with those strange glowing eyes. "That's for tomorrow night's conversation," he finally said.

 

Short, but good!

 

CmdrMitthrawnuruodo: Thanks!

 

I have to agree with the Commander here! Thank you very much for posting. The new part was worth waiting for.

Needless to say (but I'll say it nonetheless) I am extremely interested in how the "rendezvous" will turn out. Somehow, Wynssa always manages to say something Thrawn rather doesn't want to talk about.

And this is just one thing which makes your story so enjoyable!

Greywolf

 

Thengyewww, Greywolf! It's so nice to have attentive readers!

... buit it will be a full day before the actual rendez-vous.... [eg]

 

Up!!!

 

Young Thrawn...Young Thrawn getting a date?? O Blasphemy!!



I like the dialogue the most...not too wordy,but not too abrupt. Thrawn sounds cultured, but there's a definite edge to him--you sure captured the "coolness" factor.

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"That's for tomorrow night's conversation," he finally said.


That seems to be the perfect line for Thrawn.

 

The Butler: Young Thrawn...Young Thrawn getting a date?? O Blasphemy!!

Heh, heh. Well, why wouldn't he? Especially as he must be extremely lonely as the only non-human on a SD. I still have no idea how far this date will go (plus TFN has some ground rules, I think...) - or whether anything will happen between now & the following evening to prevent it...

I like the dialogue the most...not too wordy,but not too abrupt. Thrawn sounds cultured, but there's a definite edge to him--you sure captured the "coolness" factor.

Gee, thank you! I'm very glad you read him that way - that's exactly what I was trying to convey.

 

PROPHEToftheCOUNCIL: "That's for tomorrow night's conversation," he finally said.
That seems to be the perfect line for Thrawn

Thanks! I wanted to show him almost always in control, and yet as a younger man sometimes very close to boiling point inside.

I must say that I've worked with every available Zahn source on Thrawn, including the West End Games Star Wars: Adventure Journals in which the early short stories were published: "Mist Encounter", "Command Decision", "Sidetrip"; as well as with the gaming character notes published in those, because Zahn did see them (whereas he said to one author, Jennifer Quail, at conventions that he didn't see the gaming notes published on the Chiss more recently.)

Anyway, the notes for "Mist Encounter" describe Thrawn (Mitth'raw'nuruodo) as "very passionate", which I think makes sense: you have to really believe passionately that you are right in order to brave banishment and exile rather than give up your ideas. I would imagine this story takes place perhaps two years after "Mist Encounter".

 

Anyway, the notes for "Mist Encounter" describe Thrawn (Mitth'raw'nuruodo) as "very passionate", which I think makes sense: you have to really believe passionately that you are right in order to brave banishment and exile rather than give up your ideas. I would imagine this story takes place perhaps two years after "Mist Encounter". >>

Yeah, the cool exterior by no means rules out inner passion...I would think a man of Thrawn's convictions and intellect would surely be. But an officer has to cultivate that detatched air of professional calm and sense of perpetually being in control of the situation.

Glad to see you updating this again, Shezan!

-Tim

 

Darth Tim: Yeah, the cool exterior by no means rules out inner passion...I would think a man of Thrawn's convictions and intellect would surely be. But an officer has to cultivate that detached air of professional calm and sense of perpetually being in control of the situation.

'Zackly!

I mean, this guy has been walking a tightrope all his life. He's almost as much of an oddity in his own world as in the Empire. If pushed, I'd almost say he must be dependent on the adrenalin - he thrives on it. (In "Command Decision", Zahn writes he'd been playing political games at the Imperial Court "with zest and a certain degree of finesse.")

Glad to see you updating this again, Shezan!

Thank you! Now when can we expect more "Unforgiven", hmmmmm? 0

 

Yayy! a postie!

Thrawn plans his dates like military campaigns... typical.

 

A tiny postlet to keep us going...

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Lieutenant Rory Mikam was stretched out on his bunk, trying somewhat listlessly to make sense of an astrogation problem, when, beyond the edge of the backlit datapad, his eye caught the movement of the dorm room door opening. The freak. Mikam had been curious enough, some months back, to follow Thrawn one evening, and had only been half-surprised to find out the alien junior lieutenant liked exercising alone, late in the evening. Figures, with the shape he's in. Thrawn was constantly scoring the best marks in training, and Mikam had once or twice even wondered if he wasn't holding himself back just a little, in order not to come too obviously first every time. He'd mentioned his feeling to Per Theel, who'd blown him off nastily, but Per's obsession with the freak blinded him altogether to too many things. Good thing Per was on duty right now, Mikam thought - he wouldn't have liked the uncharacteristic little smile on Thrawn's thin lips. Would've taken it personal. The fourth bunk was empty - their last roommate had been transferred to another ship, and hadn't yet been replaced.

" 'lo," Mikam mumbled as the other passed his bunk and started unbuttoning his uniform tunic.

"Hello," Thrawn replied after an infinitesimal silence.

Mikam glanced back at the datapad. "I, er, didn't thank you the other day--"

The red eyes fractionally turned to him. "Whatever for?"

You're gonna make me sweat it, is that it? "For not letting me fall on my face during review."

Thrawn paused briefly in the act of folding his uniform trousers. "Oh, that?" The thin blue lips stretched an additional centimeter. "Do you expect Captain Corlag would have made the difference among us three if we'd somehow messed up his bridge parade?"

Smug sonovanek. Not that he hasn't got a point. We'd all three have ended up in the brig for a week. "Ah," Mikam said weakly.

Thrawn took his time hanging his trousers into his locker long enough that Mikam had turned back to his datapad when he heard the smooth voice again. "On the other hand, I don't think I might have minded so much being disciplined if I could have seen Theel splattered into the starboard crew pit."

Mikam gaped up swiftly. Thrawn had spoken softly, almost dreamily.

"You've got a funny way of saying 'you're welcome'."

"Have I? But it's quite sincere."

This time Rory burst out laughing. He was still catching his breath when Per Theel strode in, and stopped in the middle of the dorm, glaring at his two roommates.

"What's so prakking funny?"

 

Wow...2 days, 2 posts. I could get *very* used to this. Heheh.

-Tim

 

Thrawn's sure showing his...er...human side. I guess I never pictured the Grand Admiral going through boot camp, chasing women, or cracking jokes with his roommate. I just figured that he was born with a uniform and his tactical genius.

Oh, dear. I'll never see him the same way again.

 

The Butler: Thrawn's sure showing his...er...human side. I guess I never pictured the Grand Admiral going through boot camp, chasing women, or cracking jokes with his roommate. I just figured that he was born with a uniform and his tactical genius.

Hehehehe... Let me quote Zahn in "Command Decision":

Thrawn had apparently turned out to be quite a competent tactician and strategist. He'd been given private Academy training, risen with dramatic speed through the ranks, and ultimately been made a command officer. The Emperor had tolerated his presence. Why, Niriz would never know. Others in the court - a great many others - had not...

[My emphasis.] I figured this left me a bit of scope to describe the start of this meteoric "rise through the ranks." Also, this is the very first time he does crack a joke in Mikam's experience - partly because Mikam himself just behaved half-decently in thanking him, because there's no-one else in the dorm, and also because I think he's a little lighter-mooded after setting up his dinner date...

Oh, dear. I'll never see him the same way again.

But isn't that the point of all fanfic? Or would you have preferred him fully-grown at once?

 

Darth Tim: Wow...2 days, 2 posts. I could get *very* used to this. Heheh.

Er... let's not get carried away, shall we?

 

And UP after tweaking of the last postlet (added 2 sentences).

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