Beyond - Legends ~ The reason I didn't update...~ finished on ff.n, part II started

Thrawn loves playing with you and pushing you to your limits, does he not? What a naughty cat!



Oh by the way, thanks for the postcard all the way from Asia.

 

Loved every word! More, please!!!!

 

You know, as hot and uber-droolworthy as Thrawn is, he's an ass. But a hot ass. Figuratively speaking, too.

I think I missed a few parts where the Prince Admiral came up the first time but the bit I read here...he seems to be an interesting character.

I like your imperials, I really do.

And picturing all of them in their uniforms...ah yes, makes the fangirl start to giggle.

 

"How considerate of you to wait for my return," Thrawn said taking my arm and to the floor again.

Well you left me here without transportation.

Even if I had had the mind to protest it would have been unthinkable. Oh yes, he sure was making a point here. I entertained the fantasy of kicking his shin in public for a while.

Him and his points.


But it was too late now. The memo was out and whatever else, I was sure off limits. I felt tired suddenly. Cold, disappointed and unhappy followed as they always did when I was overtired.

Cinderella probably got a little upset to at some point.

Shoes do make the girl. We have to have our accessories. That is what makes us so flashy.

 

*whacks Ale* I will make you read prom until you die, if you do not behave.
What did you expect? He's Thrawn! Wouldn't be him if the ball was just for pleasure.

He does, Azure. But everybody needs a hooby. And really, is it his fault that I don't think far ahead and see things coming?

As requested, Katharina.
Sorry for it being on the short side.

Figuratively speaking, huh, Cei? But I agree.
You didn't miss the Prince Admiral much, just mentioned him as a guest before; him and his prosthetic hand... You can draw them if you like? Hundreds of mess dress Imperials.

Charming as ever, isn't he serenity?
Cinderella only got down the stairs and a first dance. I think then she was kicked out by scheming-political-stand-in.
Shoes - blessing and curse. Maybe I can keep them. And the dress...

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[u]One-Hundred and Forty-Three[/u]

Sulking proved to be difficult when you were dancing with one determined Grand Admiral who was focussed not only on your countenance, but also your mood. "What commenced the sudden change in mood?" he wanted to know.

"I am just overtired, sir," I replied, showing just how tired I really was with this slip. Luckily I had said it very softly.

"I see."

For a moment I pondered the possibility of sleep-dancing but it seemed just too impossible. The same was true for my fangirl's Idea of getting swept off her feet and carried away by his Admiralship while happily nodding of with her head on his shoulders. Of course that presumed he wouldn't just collapse under my weight. The image put a genuine smile on my face.

"'A penny for your thoughts' I take is the correct linguistic offer in cases like this," Thrawn said. "But seeing the scope of your smile, I doubt a penny would be adequate payment."

I grinned even more. "That's right, -" I bit down on the last word hard. "But I doubt you'd find it amusing anyway."

He raised an immaculate brow, telling me to let him be the judge of that. Fat chance. I shook my head slightly.

"But I must insist." He sounded like a Victorian novel. Of course I appreciated foolishly and unthinkingly.

I wondered how to phrase my answer. "I was calculating the force necessary to effect elevation of my entity and results of rather rash and inaccurate implementation."

There was a tell-tale flicker in his eyes and I suddenly wished very much I had lied. Why hadn't that occurred to me? "And, of course, you immediately came to the wrong conclusions as you are want to do."

"Possibly." I shrugged. There was no way in hell I'd find out about that now. The realisation was comforting. I wondered if there was something I would want to find out. In a way this was the perfect opportunity because he could not go anywhere. He caught me looking at him which made me look away again quickly. There must be something I should ask. I was pretty certain of that.

Before I made up my mind the music came to an end. Scattered applause was audible from gloved and ungloved hands. I found mine among the latter. And then people started to disperse among polite well wishing. Attached to Thrawn's arm, I got through the motion just fine. Before I knew we were on our way back through the corridors of the Moff's palace on Yaga Minor.

We walked in silence. I didn't know how to start my string of questions. It felt embarrassingly wrong, especially since it started of with things like: When is your birthday? He escorted me all the way back to my room. I felt my feet more painfully with each step, but would not show. I have had worse. There was that one very awkward moment with nothing but the open door between us when I wondered - well, no. That was out of the question.

"Sleep well." He nodded and left.

I closed the door, leant against it with a sigh and freed myself of the shoes. There was more sighing when I put the burning soles down against the cool tiles of the floor. Heaven would be like this. I stand,

 

You're teasing!

At least he got as far as to unzip the dress.


"I was calculating the force necessary to effect elevation of my entity and results of rather rash and inaccurate implementation."

Say what? I had to read this three times to even understand what the hell she'd said.

Lovely update.

Looking forward to more.

 

He unzipped your dress.... Perfect reaction by the way, to choose to simply let her freeze. Very good scene - gave my the chills.
I surely would never be able to look at him again, without thinking of that moment (he and I alone in my room, it's dark and he opens my dress) - impossible. Never mind sleeping.
I'm sure he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. More, more, more! Romance...

 

Thrawn and Q in one update.

What a wonderful mind you have!

And what a great teaser you are, hon!



You give your loyal reader much to yearn for and ponder on!

 

For a moment I pondered the possibility of sleep-dancing but it seemed just too impossible.

Sleep-dancing! xD

The same was true for my fangirl's Idea of getting swept off her feet and carried away by his Admiralship while happily nodding of with her head on his shoulders.

Guess what ideamy inerr fangirl had at th end of the previous update. Although my idea was a bit different. It was more along the lines of collapsing from being so close to Thrawn and then having him carry you away....

Of course that presumed he wouldn't just collapse under my weight.

But Mel! You're not that heavy! Plus, I was under the impression that you had lost some weight during your training as well. You should be fine.

The image put a genuine smile on my face.

"'A penny for your thoughts' I take is the correct linguistic offer in cases like this," Thrawn said. "But seeing the scope of your smile, I doubt a penny would be adequate payment."

Goodness, he needs to know everything, doesn't he?
I though his last sentence was quite amusing.....

"I was calculating the force necessary to effect elevation of my entity and results of rather rash and inaccurate implementation."

No way! You told him!!! He should really pay you something for that!

I wondered if there was something I would want to find out. In a way this was the perfect opportunity because he could not go anywhere. He caught me looking at him which made me look away again quickly. There must be something I should ask. I was pretty certain of that.

Perfect opportunity! I would have lots of questions, too!

We walked in silence. I didn't know how to start my string of questions. It felt embarrassingly wrong, especially since it started of with things like: When is your birthday?

Actually, that is a good question. Unfortunately since no one knows the answer but maybe Timothy Zahn, it might be problematic if you actually had him answer the question. Like someone else already said: Everything is fine as long as you don't get into his head. But I'm afraid as soon as I started asking him questions and he actually answered them, it would reveal too much about his mind. .....I'm not sure if I'm making sense.

I closed the door, leant against it with a sigh and freed myself of the shoes. There was more sighing when I put the burning soles down against the cool tiles of the floor.

Smart thing to do.

I reached for the zipper at the back. And reached again. And then I tried to reach it from below. It stayed unattainable. Well, bother. Where were maids (or fairy godmothers) when you really needed them. I jumped around a bit which didn't help and pushed my elbow down so I could reach a bit lower which didn't help either.



I was losing my balance backwards, when the door suddenly opened.

"You should lock it," a calm voice said. And a palm steady me while he opened the zipper down to the small of my back! "Next time I will arrange for a maid to be available at your return."

Uhm......wow! That makes my inner fangirl go wild.
However, one thing: Thrawn, why were you hanging around outside her room??? And obviously listening for what she did? Otherwise, how could you have known she couldn't open the zipper? Did you plan for this to happen??? (you never know with this guy)

"Everything is possible," Q smiles at me.

OMG! It's Q!!!

"Too late." His mischievous grin is just as I remember.

Who is he?

I knew I should be more upset, more worried and for sure more attached to my old life.

I find it very interesting to read about how you're losing touch with your "previous" life. How it's slowly slipping away.



Sorry I forgot to comment on your last update.
This one was wonderful! I always wish your updates (non-updates?) would be longer, though.... I guess this means: More?

Oh, btw: How long has Melanna been in the SW universe by now?

 

Jumping around to unzip the dress.

What was he doing standing on the other side of the door?

Wonder if he had a big grin on his face when he left? No, not Thrawn like maybe after he went back to his room then.

Lovely update.

 

Thrawn stood in front of her door and thought about the evening once more, as he heard .... nothing. Why in the name of the Force hadn?t that woman locked the door? Was this an invitation ... or had she simply forgotten about it? Didn?t she realize ?.? His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard strange noises coming from inside. ?Oh for crying out loud, not now. Come on open up you kriffing...?
Well, this had not been planned, but it simply presented too good an opportunity to waste. A devilish smile cracked through the otherwise impassive mask. Well, why not? He boldly reached for the door handle.
?You should lock the door.?
?

What's what happened in my mind anyway

 

You guys are cracking me up!

My reasoning what he was doing would go somewhat like this: "I hope she remembers to lock the door. She didn't until now, what is she thinking? That girl just can't be left alone, thick as a brick wall. Still not locking the door. This can't be happening, do I have to tell her everything? Pathetic..."
And then, faced with the scene before him, and him being Thrawn he could not help but
1) do what he came for,
2) solve the immediate problem at hand
3) plan to avoid it in the future.

With those items on the agenda ticked off, there's no reason for him to linger.

 

Such a pragmatical man! I bet he has English roots somehow...

Wait he is blue!

A pragmatic Scottish ancestor perhaps?

 

I liked this reason for not updating. But then, I've liked them all.
I'm considering doing a reread I hate waiting for (non) updates.

 

No update this weekend? What a shame.

 

I've re-read all scenes with Thrawn and the Mandos.

Too bad there isn't an update.

More non-updates soon???

Now I want to know the reason why you didn't update....

 

Of course, Cei. What did you think? That I deliver already? C'mon. You know me better than that.
And brush up you educated English a bit, ne.

What else is there to do, Katharina? There's too many option to grab the right one in time. Of course Thrawn knows what he's doing. She's going to have unwanted flashes of Thrawn in inopportune moments from now on. I wonder how you arrive at the 'dark' part, but to each their own fantasy. I'd be constantly hitting my toes, knee and other bits against the furniture if I tired to get read for bed in a strange room.
Also, your account of things is killing me!
I can perfectly see that happening. Though with that kind of reasoning, things would have played out differently. Very differently. Let me go have a cold shower...
And, gosh, I didn't think I'd ever get an impatient comment like that. Hey! It's still Sunday even in the Philippines! And I was stuck without internet in a beach resort on Palawan. Beautiful and amazing - though not helpul for updating.

Yearn on, Azure. Sooner or later things will happen. I promise.
If yould write Scottish accent, I would be tempted to do a skit with Scots!Thrawn now. *lol* The idea!

Maybe you're right, Chilla. But she might not be thinking of how she changed since she arrived right then. Too much Grand Admiral on her mind.
Yes, her mouth is faster than her brain sometimes. And she did wish she had lied. Who had not?
He will have to answer some of them should he wish to create an atmosphere of trust and intimacy. I wonder if it works.
I see you tried to open zippers by jumping too. Good to know I am not the only one!
Well, he was waiting for me to lock that door. He knows I am stupid.
It should still be Q. Unless I used some telltale signals for Thrawn, but I don't think I did.
Not sure how long, six to nine months would be my spontaneous estimate.

serenity. I can see him suppressing that grin until he's in his quarters. Would be a perfectly Thrawn-y thing to do. What about him standing guard in case Krennel got untoward ideas?

Sorry to keep you waiting, lady_jedi. But I do need some time to write those updates. I do my best to keep up. Promise!

And now: Update, you bothering lot. Let me be alte once in a while I do have a life - sometimes.

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[u]One-Hundred and Forty-Four[/u]



[i]Good morning, Ms. Morrison.[/i]

I bolted upright in the bed, clutching the blankets to me and looked around in a panic.

[i]Assuming you have not completely stultify the Empire yesterday, as I would have heard of that...[/i]

By then I had ascertained that Seros was not actually in the room with me. I allowed myself to slump backwards and calm my pounding heart. Way to shock a girl awake.

[i]... keep that up or I [u]will [/u]hear about it. Carry on, that upstart![/i]

I must have missed a part ion my momentary panic, but when he finished I was already grinning again. Having something better to do than lining up voice talent to shout me out of bed, indeed, Arn. I was looking forward to tease him about it. I was also wondering what else he was planning. Then I made it to the freshers, though ma feet complained. They would be back in boots today, so I decided to ignore them. Wimps.

Despite its positively antiquated appearance, the Moff's palace on Yaga Minor was equipped with modern freshers. Or it was me who had no grasp of time here and freshers were somewhat antiquated in themselves and hung just around because of the convenience of not dripping all over the carpets after a shower. Still, the soft tickle of the sonic waves could never live up to the torrent of water pouring over one. I always felt as if something was missing. And it was.

When I pulled down the long tunic of my full dress (would those

 

OMG! The update is here! *squeals and dances and rolls on the floor, squeals and dances some more*

He will have to answer some of them should he wish to create an atmosphere of trust and intimacy.

YES! I so look forward to that!

I see you tried to open zippers by jumping too. Good to know I am not the only one!

I don't think I have yet, but it's a logical thing to do.....

Well, he was waiting for me to lock that door. He knows I am stupid.

Probably hanging around in case a man would try to enter. You hadn't locked the door, so that's a bit dangerous.

It should still be Q. Unless I used some telltale signals for Thrawn, but I don't think I did.

I realized that the 2nd time reading. me.

Not sure how long, six to nine months would be my spontaneous estimate.

That's what I guessed, too. Hey, I bet by that time I'd be running around and searching for you.

Good morning, Ms. Morrison.

I bolted upright in the bed, clutching the blankets to me and looked around in a panic.

Oh goodness, for the first couple of seconds I thought it was Thrawn, standing next to your bed and waking you up. I swear my heart skipped a beat.....

Way to shock a girl awake.

Way to shock your reader.....

Isard almost lost it when I winked at Krennel.

Nice!

Even his hands seemed huge. I had difficulty curling my thumb around his index finger in the proper way. A small flicker ran over his features because I had identified him as an ally close to a friend.

Interesting that you're giving him a Chiss greeting, but def makes sense!

And after having children, too. Four, I think?"

"Six," she corrected with a smile.

*starts counting off Fel kids on her fingers* Actually, I'm not sure if by that time, all of them were born. I think Wyn is too young and Cem might not have been born yet, either. Wyn was a young girl (12 or so?) in the NJO.

"Do you plan to have children?"

I glanced at Soontir, who nodded imperceptibly. "Future developments may necessitate it."

He seems to know about Thrawn's plans for you. But lol at your discomfort. That is an ackward topic....

I very much intend to love my child."

"And the husband?" We both looked at the baron at this unexpected intervention.

"If possible," I managed.

*fangirl chokes*

"The two of you," Syal chided. "Talking as if that was some kind of military operation. Shame on you."

Well, it sort-of is.

"With a knife ready." His glance went to my hidden weapon.

How comes everyone notices it? You're not very good at hiding it, it seems.

I opened my eyes to find Arn turned around on his chair looking at me.

Hey, Arn is there! I'm happy!

"Not to mention the priceless look when you saw the Grand Admiral. It was as well that you were all caught up in your won head, because I am not sure, I managed to suppress the giggles."

I love the banter between you two.

All in all it was very boring stuff. So I zoned out with a politely interested smile on my face.

Hmmm....somehow this reminds me of school....

And this is the reason I didn't update here.

I shall forgive you for your lack of updates.

Wonderful! Can't wait for more Thrawn!

 

Wonderful, the Fels!



"Baron Fel." Unthinkingly, I took a step backwards, extending my hands with the palms upwards.

Without hesitation he answered likewise, putting the backs of his hands over mine. "Ms. Morrsion."

Even his hands seemed huge. I had difficulty curling my thumb around his index finger in the proper way. A small flicker ran over his features because I had identified him as an ally close to a friend. whyever he hadn't seen that coming. He sure knew a lot about the future even if he didn't share with his wife.

"You keep staring at my wife, Ms. Morrison." Accompanied with the broad smile his tone wasn't much of a reprimand.

And even a long comment from Chilla to enjoy! Life can be nice at times! Still.

 

Maybe he stood on the other side of the door and thought damn was she wanting a kiss. What is the protocol on this? HMMM.....must go check my chisscyclopedia on romance. But wait have not heard the lock engage. Maybe I can turn it to my favor.

 

Author's note:
1.) I changed the cover. Tell me which you like better, if you can be boptehred to compare.
[image=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn128/wuehlkuschler/Cover%20Art/TRIDU01.jpg] [image=http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn128/wuehlkuschler/Cover%20Art/TRIDU03.jpg]

2.) Katharina_Vader's comment has spawned a completely useles AU PWP scene. If you want to read it, drop me a line. This goes out in pm only because it has nothing really to do with the story, is certainly not ToS-compatible and I am actually a bit embarrassed about having written it.



That's logical, Chilla? I always thought it was silly but predicatble.
Yeah, the only man to enter my quarters at night is him. I wish.
You and your imagination. Though the idea has potential.
There was no reliable dating for the kids I found so I made it easy on me and had them all out. *revives fangirl* You okay?
I really do like Arn. Even if he has little to do lately. *sigh*

Not sure tehy are, Azure. I will need to read up on so much canon for them. [face_lazy]

I had to look up 'suave', sinre. Serves me right. But I really like him. Even if he does look like another Ken. Sw-artists... *sigh*
The Empire does have to have social rituals like that. The Emperor had his own court and nothing works without rituals like that in a court. Good thing about such events is that they don't have to make sense.

Almost, serenity.
The qouted comment lead to - extras. As found above.

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[u]One-Hundred and Forty-Five[/u]

"I want a seat at the window," I proclaimed as we filed up to board the shuttle.

"What?" Arn shot me an irritated look.

"When we arrived I sat at the aisle," I explained as if it was self-evident. "So now I want to sit at the window."

"Mellanna," he didn't sound very patient. "There are no window seats in a shuttle."

"Somebody has to be able to look out," I insisted.

"It's a shuttle," he shot back. "You know very well that the only people able to look out are the pilots."

"But I haven't seen anything of Yaga Minor yet," I complained.

"You have seen the Moff's palace."

"The inside off," I grumbled. "There was not even a terrace at the ball."

"I understand that unsavoury things tend to happen in such places," Arn tried to explain the lack of fresh air away.

I fought the image of an unsavoury Grand Admiral happening to me on a terrace with little success. "Highly unlikely," I discarded the idea in the end. Looking at Arn I realised I had to add something making more sense to him. "That's not the point. I didn't see the planet, landscape or anything, not even the night sky. And there's two auxiliary station in the cockpit."

He rolled his eyes. Arn actually rolled his eyes at me in public. "You'll live."

Sure I would, but I would rather live [i]and [/i]see something of the galaxy I travelled. Seeing the insides of spaceships was boring in the long run. I was still pouting when I flopped down in my seat at the end of the row with Arn between me and the other imperials like a firewall. Some things never change. With a sigh I closed my eyes. There had been things to think about. Now would be a good time to do that.

So what had it been? Item the first - knifing Thrawn. I could not deny that the idea held an appeal to me. Depending on the situation and the current amount of manipulation involved quite a big appeal. Not that I could let my lower instincts get the better of me in such a moment. Satisfying as it might be. So no, I would not knife Thrawn from behind. Not literally and, as things stood, not even metaphorically. Though that might change. He had a knack getting on my nerves real bad.

What else? Krennel? Naw, there's always be the likes of him. There was not much I could do. And I had people like Getelles to make up for him - somehow. So what else? Child inconveniences? Well, I didn't want to think abut that. Full s

 

I prefer the second cover, but - to be honest - I think these two/three Thrawn pics are the best (he's really handsome in them), so I would use them.
http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=Thrawn#/d26t89t
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FydVhX1-yU/TdwtecwY-KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/srOUOLQsdyA/s1600/thrawn_starwars.jpg (same pic, different format)
http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=Thrawn#/d2ut82g
Nice update and I LOVED the little scene that was (at least partly) inspired by me. I think this is were TRIDU should lead to. *heavyhint*
Write more soon!

 

You and your imagination. Though the idea has potential.

Which one? The one where Thrawn gives you the wake-up call or the one where I'm looking for you?

There was no reliable dating for the kids I found so I made it easy on me and had them all out.

It's fine. It's AU after all, so all is fair.

*revives fangirl* You okay?

*fangirl slowly comes back to life* This chapter was a bit easier on my mental health. *fangirl instantly starts pouting* Where is mah romaaaaannnnceeee???

"I want a seat at the window," I proclaimed as we filed up to board the shuttle.

I always want a window-seat, too.

"There are no window seats in a shuttle."

What? No way.

I fought the image of an unsavoury Grand Admiral happening to me on a terrace with little success.

*fangirl stirs*

"Highly unlikely," I discarded the idea in the end.

Unfortunately the part of me who kows how Thrawn behaves has to agree...

Home! I almost jumped. That had been it. How could I forget? Actually, how could I forget again?

Suddenly I felt very bad. Not because I missed home so much but rather because somehow I didn't.

Possibly my fav lines in this chapter. Even though it's very sad, I can very much see it happen how she becomes more and more enstranged from her previous life.

Or just hoping I was a carcass in a ditch somewhere because that would be the easier way for everybody involved.

That's what most people will start to believe after such a long time.

I wished I could tell them to stop worrying.



Did it still hurt now, or came the pain from not hurting and feeling guilty? And which was worse?

Great line and interesting dilemma.

"Or does it show?" I asked turning to Rukh.

"You think of it being there. Your body-language shows if you know what to look for." He circled me slowly. "As long as it is a weapon separate from you, it will always show."

Ahhhh, that explains it!

Volle Punktzahl fürs Tanzen*, it echoed in my head.

OMG!!! *bounces* It's Final Fantasy, and my favourite FF game, too!

Only when he raised a hand to beckon me on, did I realise that I had stopped dead in my tracks. Not that sudden confrontation with one blue hand helped any. Something cold and shaky went up my spine.

You seem to be afraid of him. Like...more than usually.

"Krennel will need looking after," Thrawn most obligingly changed the subject. I had no idea what I would have done if he had insisted on discussing Imperial fashions with me. Something stupid, no doubt.

Woah, he actually did you a favor...

By the way, is she still cloned and around twice?"

Thrawn's face was unreadable. I'd never find out if I told him something new or if I just confirmed his intel. I didn't sigh and felt quite accomplished about that.

Hehe....I'd like to know if that was new for him, too.

"Krennel seems not to be immune to your manner.

A-hah! And Thrawn, my blue friends, are you immune to her manners?

Did I really want to know who had reported to him.

He might just have cameras everywhere. But from the first moment you met him, I was suspecting Arn to report every word of yours to Thrawn....

Oh, an interesting thing someone brought up in another Thrawn fanfic: It is possible that Thrawn did not know that Luke and Leia are Vader's children. If he had known, he wouldn't have sent the Noghri after Leia, would he? So I was wondering: Did Melanna tell Thrawn about their ancestry?



*two weeks later in the GFFA*
Captain Pellaeon is watching his crew perform the last checks before departing for another battle. He can hear the turbolift to the bridge approaching. That was odd. Everyone should be present already. He turned around - and stared. It was the same turbolift this Melanna Morrison had come with. Now, there was an even smaller girl standing there, glaring the entire bridge crew down a

 

Another great update to your non update. Of course I am liking the extras that are added from Chilla and Katharina_Vader.

I like both pictures. You are a very talented person. The second would be my first choice. Send me the PM with the extra.