J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

Incorruptible

You're completely and utterly

disgusted.

You're sitting in silence on the witness bench of the trial, seething as the time goes by. If you needed another proof that Nather was influential you had a whole display today.

Confined at residence.

That's all.

You look at him in disbelief, comfortably seated in the dock, fanning himself with a satisfied smile, he looks like he's enjoying himself. A single scar across his cheek is the only proof he got a bit shaked by the interrogators. You dig your nails in the fabric of your pants, fixed on him. Saying that you want to throw your fist in his jaw is an understatement. The media renamed him the butcher of Tyrahn, which appears to amuse him tremendously.

The church pushed back, lamenting that they didn't know about the situation on Tyrahnn, that such conduct was against all they stand for, that it was an heresy. The Beleg was quickly covered by the community and cleared by trial. Maybe the church as a whole was not a fuckfest of degenerates but each member of Nather's little playground is also a church member. At the start of the trial, the population was outraged and the backlash against the church was huge, in return it started its own defense movement. A lot of families and members left the cult either to create a fresh new church or to cut ties definitively. Other stayed and tried to salvage the honor of the church, denouncing the acts of Nather and his inner circle. In some weird way it actually strengthened the bond between the members, and they started huge protests to defend their faith.

Concerning yourself, this faith is dead.

You're a witness in this trial, not a victim. You quickly understand via Tarkin's agents that the trial would be about the damages he has done to the Empire as a whole and not to his victims, his "collaterals" as they called you. And despite that, he just lost his position and is consigned to residence, which basically means vacation under the sun for him. Oh, all the other members of this traffic are punished, the mere underlings will be sent to prisons like Narkina 5, but the instigators just got a slap on the hand, protected by Nather Satlove. Your only hope is that the lawyers of the plaintiff are not happy about it and will surely appeal that judgment.

But for now you're sickened by the verdict, you feel it down your stomach, the inner turmoil bubbling under the surface ready to spill out. You're so angered you feel a cold sweat down your spine. You wipe your forehead with the back of your head when you feel a burning gaze on your neck. You turn back to see Thrawn looking at you with an inquisitive stare. He exposed his testimony in an earlier session some days ago, as you did. It was clear and concise, exposing the fact of the matter, but even a grand admiral testimony was not enough to bring Nather's down, and you had the disagreeable impression it's because Thrawn is an alien. Not only that, the lawyers tried to remove his credibility by bringing his gestion of the attack, that he recklessly threw his troops against Nather's, creating a massacre. You have full trust in Thrawn's strategic abilities and know this to be untrue and grotesque, but the judges don't know him like you do and are sensible to suggestions. Nather's lawyers attacked him on his supposed attempts to raze the city to the ground for a "lowly Lieutenant Commander" much to Thrawn's confusion, he didn't understand the political repercussions this could have and the political trap he just stepped into. For an awfully long moment it became Thrawn's trial until the judge put the court back in order.

But the Empire is supposed to bring peace and justice, surely it can't contempt itself with such condamnation.

Surely it can't...

But for now you're witnessing this joke under your eyes, and you're not sure you can take much more of it.

You silently rise from your seat and squeeze yourself between the different witnesses to get out. You feel two pairs of eyes on you as you discreetly exit the room.