The Official Thrawn is ALIVE fanfiction

Here ya go. The first fanfiction (to my knowledge) to say without a doubt that Thrawn is alive and well and preparing to kick some threat to stablity, peace, and HIS Empire's butt.

Decide here how to bring him back and expand and SHOW how the universe is different because of it.

Will he make peace or kill those rebel scum.

Your choice in this call for authors!

 

Uhmmm...wasn't this done a while ago?

 

Whether or not it was done is a matter of semantics. It has an interesting premise, and I hope you get some writers to work on it. I'm kinda busy at the moment, but I'd like to read what comes up...

 

I love Grand Admiral Thrawn! He rocks! Call out the writers!

Trika Kenobi

 

In this thread I think people should feel free to give their opinions on Thrawn, ideas for his survival, and 'mini fictions' in the meantime as we hammer out the details. Sort of a Archive within an archive is my idea.

Despite Purp's best efforts. I feel a marked need for good Thrawn fiction on this board.

Now onto the important question...

How to ressurect the poor old blueboy?
or how should we go about the fiction.

* Did the orginal survive Rukh's blow?
What if he did?

* What if the Clone had emerged unscathed from the pit of Mara/Luke (or they never killed him)?

* What if Thrawn had suceeded in counquering the Republic and the question of his death was never raised. Etc

 

I started a what if fanfic with this topic a while ago, but it wasn't successful. I have a few ideas I'll try to post later.

 

Interesting idea. I know the whole time I was reading Vision of the Future, I was wondering if Thrawn was really alive.

I'd love to see some fan fiction that brings everyones favorite blue skinned admiral back in the spotlight.

 

Of course Thrawn's alive! (An article of faith for any true Thrawn fan. Whatever.)
I'd love to read any fan fiction with Thrawn inside. Which brings me to...A question I've always wanted to ask is: What did happen to Thrawn's body? Rukh stuck a knife in him and that was that. Was there a funeral? If there was, how come Pellaeon didn't mention it in Vision of the Future?

 

The opening salvo of fanfic. Even if it's a bit short........

***

Rukh died momments after Thrawn did. The Imperial fighting core led by Major Tierce comming in guns blasing. Even the Noghri couldn't dodge the dozens of precise bolts that cut him to ribbons.

Tierce and everyone onboard stared at the fallen form of Grand Admiral Thrawn, Pelleaon included. All seeing the death of the Empire in his still, lifeless form. The retreat had been sounded and they were soon in hyperspace.

"Fan out!" Tierce shouted with a haunted look in his eyes. Thrawn had other Noghri bodygaurds and they might be trying some sabtoage before they were captured.

Captain Pelleaon of the Chimmeria touching at his throat like a man who was being asphysinated by the Dark Lord staggered over to the computer readouts of Thrawn's battle station and stared at the monitors as they glowed blue about him.

"It's finished Major."

***

The funeral for Grand Admiral Thrawn was appropriate to the Lord of the Empire.

After being pronounced dead by Imperial medical droids away from the Captain of the Chimmeria's eyes, the call went out to every ship in the the fleet for them to meet together.

Only the Grand Admiral's armada replied. The others did not even bother showing up to reconsilidate and appoint a new leader. The Captains in the Armada knew that everyone of them was no scrambling to secure as much of the regained territory as possible for their own personal empires.

A new "Ruling Council" had appointed itself in dominion over the military overnight and were screaming Pellaeon and the rest to come to the Deep Core for an attack on Coruscant.
One had even refereed to the Admiral as "a disease that has run it's course".

The New Republic would win. Pellaeon knew and the Empire would not survive the Grand Admiral's defeat. They'd fight to the last man but it was fitting it burned as Thrawn's pyre.

Thrawn's metallic coffin was silently lowered by the Chimmeria's tractor beam before the Generals, Majors, Captains, and even Lietenants that Pelleaon had allowed to attend the service in person.

The last true hearted Imperials left.

Captain Pellaeon refused to allow the Admiral's body to be gawked at some memorial. This was a proper funeral; there was no family, no friends, no past but Thrawn's glorified present.

The Tractor beam sent the coffin flying into the sun of the system Thrawn had first contacted the Chimmeria from.

The Imperial March played in it's entity as the Captain watched Thrawn's coffin detonate seconds later.

As surely as he had appeared, Thrawn was gone from the Empire...this time forever.

For a momment the Captain thought it might be otherwise....Intelligence officers spoke of clones, the body being faked, his alien physiology allowing him to survive the blow and then escape the Chimmeria to return to the Unknown Regions to reconsilidate his forces.

The Captain breathed and shook his head.

"If only it were true."

Now the Chimmeria had work to do. It would make it's stand out in the Outer Rim, away from the heart of the Republic and destroy as much as possible....but it would be among the ones that took Imperial Center and the Captain would personally erect a monument to the Admiral there.

Though in end it would bring only carnage.

'Pity us Admiral'

 

*Weeps in a hysterical fit*

 

Just then a familure voice broke the hallowed silence in the Chimaera's hanger bay.
"Well Captain, I think it's time this cherade ended, don't you?" Pellaeon's head whiped around and gasped in amazement at the figure emerging from the med station in the hager.
"It's not possible." the stunned Captain stamered. "I was there. I watched you die."
"Yes, a clever trick, but in can be explained. If all of you would join me in my chambers." said Grand Admiral Thrawn.
The stuned group of loyal imperials, although normaly trained to imediatly respond to such a command, were numbed beyond belief at the apparent resurection of their beloved leader.
"Come now," said Thrawn, "everything will be explained, but for now, we need to discuss matters at hand." Moved to action by the words of the Grand Admiral, the imperials followed their leader into the Amdiral's quaters on the Chimaera.

A few minutes latter, they were all seated inside Thrawn's command room.
"I gather you all would like some more information towards my apparent rebirth. Well, the truth is, I never died. Some years ago, I became aware of a highly talented confidance artist known as Flim. I contacted this trickster, knowing I may need his service at some time or another. Well, it didn't take much to realize something was wrong with the Noghri. Ever since that incidence with Khabarakh, I knew there was something more going on than they were letting on too. I had used Flim on many occasions, his skills at assuming the identities of others were second to none. But when it came apparent that they were planning something, quite possible a betrayl of the Empire, I thought it might be prudent. to have him assume my identity. Please, Major Tierce, don't blame yourslef," Thrawn said as the stormtrooper began to say something like "we should have stopped those kriffing Noghri" "The changes in the behavior of the Noghri was subtle, nothing any human, not even a royal guardsman could have picked out. Yes, I know about your former career, Major. That's why I picked you for the special project. But anyway, Flim assumed my identity on the Chimaera's bridge at Bilbringi. I knew that the Noghri were going to strike, but I didn't know when. For anyone present at that encounter, you will remembered that the decoy was quite agitated when those smugler traitors attacked the shipyards. He didn't have anywhere near the tactical talent to run a battle, good criminal skills notwithstanding. But now the traitors have been exposed, both among the Noghri, and those among the imperial fleet who would rather fight for their own interests, rathter than those of the Empire. And now, I belive that brings us to the subject of the said Imperial traitors, and how to deal with them."


[This message has been edited by Supreme Chancellor Thrawn (edited 01-01-2000).]

 

[OCC: That was meant as a stand alone fic but DANG this is a good opening shot let's roll with it!]

The Captain stared as he took a momment to salute his supreme commander.

"Sir...It's good to know your alive."

The admiral waves off his hand.

"It is nothing at this momment, great changes are afoot..." the Admiral's red eyes darkned.

"Great and dangerous changes. The cloning facility at Mount Tantis has been destroyed but I had the foresight to download the encrypted specifications of it into the Chimmeria's main computer. If it should become necessary we may begin the process anew but that may not prove necessary for some time."

The Admiral took a momment to wave away his followers. "You have done well and you are to be commended. Your loyalty is at least proved. I will give you a full report as I contact the necessary forces to regather ourselves for the storms ahead. Captain Brandei, Captain Dorja, Captain Renton..."

The admiral gestured to three Imperial officers. The Captains of the ISD Death's Head, Relentless, and Avenger respectively.

"You have demonstrated enough loyalty to be promoted from this day forth to the rank of Vice Admiral. You will be reporting immediately to Admiral Pelleon from this day forth."

The newly promoted Admiral stared. "Grand Admiral....I"

"General Tierce. Lead the men away I wish to speak with Admiral Pelleon privately. I'll be using you and several others extensilvy in the comming months."

Leading Admiral Pelleanon to his "private bridge" the Grand Admiral took a momment to wait for Admiral Pellaeon's response.

"Admiral...why did you order a retreat from Bilbringi...where were you hiding, what is going on?!" the newly promoted Pelleaon spoke as he stared at the scorch marks where Rukh fell and Flim's bloodstain.

"It was necessary to fake my death Admiral because we have enemies beyond our current ability to defeat. An enemy that exists in the Deep Core...."

The Admiral turned around with a glass of blue liqueor in his palm. "An enemy that I have only recently BECOME AWARE OF."

Admiral Pelleaon "Sir to my knowledge the Deep Core is a private retreat for Imperial special prodjects and resorts for the Emperor's busy bodies. Tactically useless due to it's abudance of suns."

Thrawn took a momment to let his hand slowly slide over the art counsel.

As art from Mount Tantis filled the chamber. Rich, gaudy, and occasionally filled with hideous scenes that Pelleaon was shocked at despite his years of service.

"Sir....what is this?" Pelleaon got a cold shiver.

"The Emperor's private artwork. You see Admiral, the Noghri's timming may have something to do with the fact he's alive and has decided to usurp my command."

[hehe this might prove interesting. Thrawn's assaisination in no small part to Palpatine's tampering...and Dark Empire just about to occur]

 

Hehe strictly off topic I wonder what Thrawn's opinions on the Emperor were once the man's insanity and Dark Side abilities became apparently obvious...sure he was needed to combat the threat...but...if he was diverting resources...

Hmmm I've also always wondered what the galaxy would be like with Thrawn running it.

 

I'm going to jump in here and try to write something. Hope it's good enough/

The Imperial transport Typhoon was a captured Mon Calamari cruiser. The Rebellion had reported it destroyed after it failed to report in during the battle of Bilbringi.

The crew of the ship had been briefed with as little knowledge as possible. They only knew their objective, and that their mission would bring glory to the Empire. They were operating under the orders of Pallaeon.

The stormtroopers that descended the ship's ramp wore dark green armor plating. They had been chosen from the ranks of Palpatine's troops, those who were skilled, yet for some reason or another had been denied the right to become Royal Imperial Guards. Assembled and trained by Thrawn, but it seemed the Grand Admiral would never see their first mission.

The ship had landed cloaked, in the wilderness near what had once been Thrawn's Mount Tantiss cloning facility, on the world of Wayland. Before the ship recloaked, the half-dozen soldiers fanned out across the wilderness, made their way through the trees, each working alone. They all had submissions- disable a Rebel sensor unit, find an entrance into the mountain's cloning facility, find a hiding place. While the rest remained hidden, covering them, four of the soldiers entered the underground networks of the cloning facility, through tunnels opening into the forest.

They traveled through the complex chambers, descending. A few passwords entered into the computer system disabled security networks without a trace, temporarily.

Finally, the soldiers came to a small room. Inside was a solitary cloning cylinder. The man inside was young, appeared dangerous, somehow, even unconscious. Most noticeably, he seemed to jump in the tank, disturbed, as the stormtroopers came within a few meters of him. Or, more accurately, the ysalamiri carried on the stormtroopers' backs, held in nutrient frames.

The stormtroopers, working quickly, deactivated the cloning chamber. They removed the man, carefully pulled him to the floor. Two lifted his body, while the others covered for them. Going through Thrawn's passages hidden in the mountain, they carried him back into the forest.

Rejoining with their friends and the ship, they placed the body in a stasis field. Before leaving the system, their ship sent one transmission. "Mission Accomplished. Jerec C'baoth alive and well."

[This message has been edited by Dev Sibwarra (edited 01-01-2000).]

 

[Mount Tantis did have a underground section that perhaps wasn't harmed.....]

"The Emperor *ALIVE*?! That's IMPOSSIBLE my lord!" Admiral Pellaeon disregarded dignity entirely as the Grand Admiral sat down, oblivious to the death of Flim there less than an hour before.

Thrawn tapped his fingers.

"Of course...why do you think I insisted on retaining C'boath. The military advantages of a Jedi are unmistakeable true but a trump card needed to be played if the Emperor was to be dealt with effectively. The yssamari while useful would not protect against a force storm and C'boath is too insane to remember any loyalty to the fallen Lord."

"How....why?" Pellaeon had to ask, he had seen the Death Star detonate with only one shuttle, Skywalker's and Vader's according to reports,..leaving.

"I was recently made aware of it when the Empeoror attempted to contact me to reintergrate the Imperial forces into his personal armada. He informed me that the price of avoidence would be death. I normally would not be at all opposed to such an endeavor but the Emperor was also depriving vital systems of their protection from a most *unpleasant* threat..."

Thrawn lifted a finger.

"The problem is that while not only would billions die needlessly to weaken the Republic of it's hold...it would be a strategically awesome blunder. Not to mention my death was sealed either way, I could detect he did not particularly care for my...popularity."

The Admiral cut off Pellaeon.

"As to the how...the mystery seems to be solved in small cloning experiments recorded in the main computer of Mount Tantis. The Emperor apparently experimenting on his own D.N.A to create replicas of himself with improved mentality, physical attributes, and I believe force ability. Whether these are mental templates used or the Emperor possesed some means of transferring what the Jedi call the spirit...I neither know nor care."

"You can't expect us to go to war against our fellow Empire...and the Republic can you sir? Even you..." Pellaeon was staggered by the news.

"I have different plans entirely. Currently in motion...I wil explain them...if you desire..."

Next?

 

Guys to show our appreciation of Fanfic of the blue skinned one I thought in addition to writing the official (perhaps more than one) thread we'd share threads on where thrawn is still cooking...

Even off site archives...

In the "Thrawn lives" thread we have...
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Which is by Wattowatta@aol.com

"After VotF but Before VP, A Corran Horn Story"

We have the first fanfic epic on the list
"The Morton Chronicals"

which starts with "What if Skywalker had been Captured by Darth Vader" and has ol red eyes taking a prominent role...
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For starters...

 

*Cheers like a maniac*

Trika Kenobi

 

I often wondered, if Thrawn had survived, would he have willingly gone back to serve the Emperor? Especially after al he had achieved. I think not. I dare say he'd have become the sort of rebel scum he harrassed during his campaign and opposed that crazy clone -- which as Mara suggested in VotF, was probably what the Emperor Reborn really was (nice fix there Zahn).

Keep up the great work. And may the Grand Admiral be victorious in all his endeavours.

 

thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou for writing a Thrawn story! Love it so far. It could answer a lot of questions from VotF.

One request-please please please write about the whole Baron Fel joins Thrawn story.

[This message has been edited by Jedi Jen (edited 01-03-2000).]

 

[Anyone who wants to join in-your welcome indeed]

Pelleaon shook his head "Grand Admiral I would *VERY MUCH* like to know exactly where we're going and what your plans are. I think I have been kept in the dark long enough."

The new Admiral was a dutiful captain but enough was enough.

"I've entered coordinates for the Chimmeria to rejoin the rest of my fleet near a small unamed world where I have been assembling the necessary needs of my fleet for the upcomming conflict."

Admiral Pellaeon stared. "The rest of your fleet sir. You arrived with but a single star destroyer..."

"I trust you more than perhaps any other fleet commander Admiral however it is necessary to keep certain factions in BOTH my armada's unaware as to avoid division and overt curiousity. I have a fleet of 100 star destroyers and 3 minor Imperial shipyards among the worlds I have conscripted in the Empire. I cannot remove them but the show of strength will allow us to reconsidate..."

Thrawn gestured.

"Suffice to say all will be revealed when you take the rest of the Armada to regroup with Admiral Parack and Baron Fel....at the Hand of Thrawn, my personal "abode" and our replacement for Mount Tantis. I already have the code slicers of my people decrypting the files I moved from the cloning facility and Emperor's master database."

Admiral Pelleaon angry beyond all belief he had been kept this in the dark but now his Naval curiosoity was overriding the urge to shoot the Admiral himself for his manipulations. Certainly he had heard of Parack, Soonitor Fel though? At last report he'd been summarilly executed as a traitor 3 years ago....Thrawn's glint gave him the impression the Admiral wasn't so unaware of goings on at Imperial Center after all...

"There Admiral I want you to make a call to Mara Jade..."

Pelleaon shook his head.

"Admiral that is insane...the traitor is..."

"Necessary to contact the New Republic." he practically hissed the name.

***

Emperor Palpatine stared into the Jedi holocron as he clicked it away; fresh in a new clone body...in a matter of months this one too would fade away...it was the PRICE of his power.

Looking about his throne room, covered in clones and surounded by his sentinels...he for a momment contemplated indulging his baser instincts with some of his harem or some torture...but decided not to caress his depravity...knowledge would better serve his power in the Dark Side.

"Sedriss...come." he spoke as his Supreme Executor walked forward. A pupil of Vader's.

"Thrawn is alive Sedriss."

"My plan did not work my master?" he asked, it had been Sedriss who had manipulated events to use Vader's Noghri.

"You need not offer you life up for now. Continue carrying out the attack on Coruscant. I want that planet punished for it's INSOLENCE!"

"What of Thrawn master?"

"Find him and destroy him! HIS ENTIRE FLEET! WIPE IT OUT! ALL OF IT! I want Mara Jade and the rest brought to me!"

 

Anyone else think Thrawn would join with the Republic or is he just maneuvering the Empire into position? Indeed is Thrawn actually not even under death warrant from Sedriss or is Palpatine playing them against each other?

 

It WOULD be interesting if Thrawn tried to join the New Republic. I suppose, after nearly conquering the galaxy, Leia and the rest of the NR hierarchy would want his head...but, good sense should take over. I doubt the NR would be able to muster the resources to defeat Thrawn, so the only option would be to accept an uneasy alliance with him. It's good politics. Oh, but they (the NR and Thrawn) would always be ready to eliminate each other...

The Emperor might be trying to play Thrawn and Sedriss off each other. He did that with Vader and Xizor (I read EU). But Thrawn, having worked for the Palpitine, would know that. Would he fall for it?

BTW, thank you Charlemagne et al.! I've always wanted to read more about Thrawn! Zahn hasn't written anything, but your story is a MORE than adequate substitute!

 

[Muchos gracias for your opinions. Though I won't be able to carry this fic on my own I think]

Coruscant...

Princess Leia Organna Solo stared at the parade which had been hastilly organized for the celebration of Grand Admiral Thrawn's fleet's defeat and the Imperial immediate withdrawal from the Bilbringi shipyards and the death of the warlord himself.

Leia was not saddened to see him go; Thrawn had threatened her and her children with enslavement to Joruus C'boath, he had enslaved the Noghri to serve in his war machine, and he had nearly brought the Republic to it's knees...all in the name of an obsession to restoring the Imperial's New Order.

Leia briefly went over to her daughter and son's crib and smiled picking Jacen up and cooing at him. Making sure of course no one was nearby to here it.

"Malay'rush." a voice behind her startled her as she saw one of the Noghri had crept in her room unannounced.

"Yes?" she asked, more than alittle uncomfortable with the tiny gray aliens skills despite being a Jedi.

"You are wanted in the Inner Council chamber....there is much...concern there over recent developments that I am not privy too on your mark." The Noghri spoke as Leia kissed her children on the foreheads. It had been considerably difficult getting the Noghri to stop listening in on the private meetings of Senators that she wasn't directly involved in.

"I wonder what they could want at this hour." she thought as she got up and walked down.

Her footsteps traced by the warrior Noghri as they moved completely silent behind her. Lethal in every way.

***

The Imperial Star Destroyer Decimator was the Supreme Executor's command ship. A fitting vessel until the first of the new Super Star Destroyers were released upon the Rebbellion.

"My Lord." Admiral Tingellius spoke, saluting the Supreme Executor as he came on bridge. Tingellius had been Thrawn's rival for decades and had even attained the rank of Grand Admiral but like all of them (with one exception) had dropped his rank as the Empire went into retreat, promising to restore it after the Empire rose again.

"Is the new Death's Head fleet ready for the attack Admiral?" Sedriss spoke as he leaned back in his chair, the warrior had studied under Tingellius and two other Grand Admirals, plus Vader himself. It wouldn't be Tingellius who commanded this fight but he.

"Of course my lord. The ships are primed for the assault. I have taken the liberty of planning an assault that corresponds perfectly with the information the Grand Vizier is providing from the Imperial Palace. We will come out guns blazing and likely decimate the fleet before they are able to get their shields up."

Sedriss grinned a smile of teeth sharpened to dark edges during his training to give the appearence of fangs.

"Good Imperial Center will be punished for it's impudence."

"Then Thrawn my lord?" The Admiral spoke with dark malice in his voice.

"Then Thrawn."

***

The Jedi master was young, intelligent, and strong....

Yet the clone had no memories before blinking his eyes...

Imprinted loyalty and ideals...

Nothing to the real world but what the Force provided....

Jerec C'boath stretched out his mind and saw the Galaxy, knowing it was good but it would not be for long.

Next?
Comments?

 

As the Thrawn man emeritus of JC fanfic (though I hope to soon emerge*, blinking, from retirement), I'd just like to say:
COOL!


* Yes, I know that was a split infinitive. So?

 

First of all I think we need a Thrawn Icon on this fanfiction board!

Second of all any ideas for flashbacks of what exactly Thrawn mightuv faced in the unknown regions?

Yuzzumn Vong, something else?

Feel free.