Fortunate Happenstance
AN: Hi, welcome to my first fan fic for . While Thrawn's entrance into Star Wars Rebels is indeed thrilling, the icing on the cake would be the entrance of his Watson, Gilad Pellaeon, to work alongside him. If such a thing were to occur, this is one way I could see it coming about. Using Darth Vader since he has been seen before in Star Wars Rebels and Thrawn keeps mentioning how Pellaeon has a hard time not thinking of Darth Vader during certain instances of the Thrawn Trilogy, meaning that Pellaeon had probably served under Vader at some point and witnessed Vader's wrath for himself. The rank I just choose something that seemed reasonable. Reviews are welcome.
Within the dark hallway, outside the debriefing room door, a Imperial officer paused. He knew where his duty lay, but also knew the previous fate of others who had come down this path. But in the end, the weary one resigned himself to fate, pressed open the door, and walked in. His was the one most directly at fault for this disaster as a high rank officer, he was passing his prime, a ripe age to be thrown to the slaughter, and besides, he had drawn the shortest straw. The door clanged behind and the man walked towards the table, glimpsing briefly the questioning glare of the Grand Moff, the curious red gaze of the alien Grand Admiral, until finally resting his sights on the deathly mask of Lord Vader himself. "What report have you, Lieutenant?" The Dark Lord growled.
The room's silence echoed like that of a hospital as the Lieutenant gulped, "My Lord, the rebels managed to escape. We had them surrounded but they broke free of our tractor beams through a procedure known by my operators as Gambol..." Then his hands went up in an instinctual reaction to protect his throat, but the chocking hand as ten feet away, black gloved and slowly squeezing tighter.
"Such utter incompetence." Coldly stated the Sith, "To allow such a ordinary freight vessel to slip from your grasp. Have Imperial standards really fallen so low?"
"Would you really punish an experienced officer without hearing a full report? Perhaps you would find that the fault lay with a truly incompetent one that has managed to slip through the cracks by making sure his superior officers always accepted his blame." The squeeze stopped but remained steady. Dark spots swirled in the officer's vision. The calm, modulated voice continued, "We can't afford to waste good high-ranking officers, Lord Vader. If the fault really lies with him, then he's yours. But humor me, please, for now. I would like a chance to investigate before a death sentence is called upon."
"As you wish," decreed the dread lord. Then the lieutenant collapsed to the ground and knew no more.