You land in the main docking bay. You can't wait to get off the shuttle and go to your room. In fact, you would go to work even with a hangover just to get away from the chiss. One of the stormtroopers hands you your luggage and you thank him. The hatch opens, revealing an officer and two more stormtroopers waiting at the base of the ship. The officer is indeed Karyn Faro, she hasn't seen you yet.
"Sir, your ship is almost ready to exit torbit, it needs only two more minutes" she says kindly "There are still about twenty members of the regular crew on land"
"Thank you, Commodore" he answers descending the ramp "Whoever is not already on board will stay on Coruscant then"
You do the same and you follow him. Your appearance surprises not only the Commodore, but a group of ISB members who are disembarking from another shuttle. Unfortunately, of the four that conform the group, you are the superior of three of them. Phinn freezes as he descends the ramp. His friend, Heren, is also confused. But the one who seems most interested is Jerso.
"Agent" Karyn Faro greets you.
"Commodore" you answer with a half smile.
You wonder if she's been able to spend any time away from this ship. Being locked up for so long drives anyone crazy, even a commodore. Though not Thrawn, he is passionate about being on his ship... maybe too much. You look at the chiss sideways, waiting for directions.
"Agent Assari, you can retire. Indicate to your subordinates, who are observing us in the distance, to go do their jobs. We are going to prepare to exit to orbit" he says under the watchful eye of his subordinate. You nod and take a few steps to the right to get away. "Commodore, calculate coordinates to jump for lightspeed. When we leave Coruscant I want to head for Lothal"
You disappear from there not wanting to hear the conversation. You don't care what Thrawn wants to do in Lothal. The Chimaera and the Seventh Fleet are supposed to have already dealt with the rebels on that planet. Although the spirit of rebellion is difficult to extinguish. The first to approach you is Jerso.
"Everything just got a bit surreal. I was having a cocktail on my balcony and a stormtrooper appeared at my door" he says, making you visualize the situation "Not a call on the holocom or a message on my datapad. I went out into the hall in my underwear. Anyway, what a short vacation "
Phinn disapproves the effusiveness of his brother. You are glad that at least it makes the moment funny. Heren raises his eyebrows. He is considering whether to speak or stay quiet.
"What were you doing in the shuttle with the Grand Admiral? Earning another promotion maybe?" He asks. He was trying to be funny, but not disrespectful. He realizes his mistake "Oh god no, I was trying to be funny and I was just a fucking jerk. Forgive me."
You know his apologies are sincere. You just pat him on the shoulder and guide them out of the hangar. You direct Heren and Phinn to go to their jobs. You simply tell Jerso to follow you. He insists that Heren wasn't trying to make you feel bad. You reassure him, he hasn't bothered you. You know the poor boy was just trying to liven up the moment and it got out of hand. There is quite a hustle and bustle at the Chimaera. They had to remove those they had brought precisely to replace you on vacation. There have been personnel with whom it hasn't been possible to contact. Groups of Stormtroopers run through the corridors. Officers are in charge of taking to their posts even those who aren't their subordinates. Returning from vacation is always a mess, but even more when it is unexpected. It takes you a little longer than usual to get to your job because you have to dodge other people all the way. When you enter your room at the ISB you see an exorbitant amount of people around the table. Your supervisor runs to you.
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DARK FORCES (Thrawn x Reader)
FanfictionIt is the year seventeen after the establishment of the Galactic Empire. The death star is almost finished. The Royal Imperial Academy has introduced the new members of the Navy, Army and ISB to the Coruscant elite. You are nineteen years old (this...