DARK FORCES (Thrawn x Reader)

2. He wears blue

Although the name sounds a lot familiar to you, you don't know exactly who is Grand Admiral Thrawn. In the academy, all of you are more familiar with the high ranks that usually visit it. And you can't remember him around here. You take the cylinders and the small card.

"He is in the Delta room, in the high officers of the Navy section. If you go from the dining area to the armory you will see two turbolifts. If you take just one of those and go up two floors you should find the offices just to the right" he explains, pointing to the door you left just before graduating.

You have to get off this platform to get to it. That won't take you long, but getting to the dining area will take a bit longer. You ask him about the Grand Admiral. You fear not recognizing him. And they tend to have a big ego to be aware of it. Your parents and Yularen give each other a quick look with a funny tone.

"Oh believe me. You will recognize him. He dresses completely in blue" the colonel says, provoking a small laugh from your father."Tell them that I send you if you have any problem"

You nod and leave. This conversation has lasted too long and you don't want to keep a high command waiting. You hurry up and go down from this level to get to where you were during the ceremony. You run towards the front door dodging people. You try not to attract the attention of any of the academy officials. Even if it is a celebration day, there is a protocol to follow. And although after explaining the situation they would understand you, you have no time to waste. You go through the door at full speed and head to the dining rooms. There are dining rooms on two different floors, so you expect him to refer to the main ones. There are almost no people around there and those who are there, are cadets. You take the liberty of speeding up without fear of being scolded. You adjust the cap without stopping, it is not fastened with clips, you didn't expect to have to move that fast today. It takes less than you expected to get to the dining rooms. Perhaps it is because of the imminent fear of meeting a pissed off Grand Admiral of the imperial navy because he has been waiting for a long time. You look at the signals on the walls and take the path to the armory. You should know it, but there are usually no practical classes after breakfast or after lunch. Doing those things on a freshly full stomach didn't usually end well. You meet one of your classmates, Pol, teaching the academy to his parents.

"Yes Pol, son. We see it" his mother says.

He must have shown them the portraits of every prominent officer that hangs on the wall. You greet him as you pass by and he smiles at you.
The armory isn't that far. You take a moment to catch your breath, you continue with the stiffness from the day before. You get back on your way and meet a teacher. You're glad you didn't run this section. You see a signal that warns you that the armory is two hundred meters away. The turbolifts must be about fifty metres away from here. You actually see the intermittent red light signal that indicates their presence not far from you. When you arrive you enter inside and mark two levels up. You take advantage of the micro trip to accommodate your uniform. You hope you don't have a red face, or at least not too red, because of the inesperated race. The turbolift doors open. You turn right and you see in the background a glass door with the initials that confirm that these are the imperial offices of the High Ranks. As you go through the doors, you meet a female officer looking you up and down, waiting for you to tell her what you're doing there.

"I've come to deliver something to Grand Admiral Thrawn" you say, trying to sound calm.

Then the woman's hostile face is automatically exchanged for one of extreme cooperation. If that man causes this reaction, you can assure that your delay won't go unpunished. You snort internally. You wish Yularen had come in your place. She gives you an authorization card and opens the door that leads to the different offices.