I think I may have become Thrawn trash, and waiting for the canon novel is taking forever. Why can Timothy just hurry up!? *Wines* Anyways, I also totally didn't notice that there aren't any reader inserts with the Grand Admiral, so here's some stories of this Art freak himself. Enjoy the butchered language that I totally didn't just make up. It's in the canon guy's. HE'S FINALLY CANON BITCHES! WOOOoo! (Oh and this is totally just for the celebration of him being canon, I wasn't hardly that into the EU/Legends books. I have read one in High School and it was good.) Let's ruin the fandom one more time! ;) Oh by the way, before I let you go. I will be making a few parts to this story, so don't expect the sex to come soon. Heh...enjoy!

Day 1

You had no idea how late you were, and it was your first day too! You wake up to the loud beeping noise of your alarm clock, you're pretty sure you'd pressed snooze way too many times. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" You yelled into a crescendo repeatedly as you only had five minutes to get to your main post. You left your bed a mess as you quickly got into your uniform. The tired baggy eyes, and messy make up was all you'd hoped for. You looked at the mirror with your faded black eyeliner, messy mascara, and sort of imperfect face. You didn't look your best for everything anyway, like, who was even gonna judge for what you looked like anyway?

Your uniform was a tidy as it could be, as well as your hair, which was in a nicely tight bun. The Empire really likes their strict dress codes, so they were fine with the way you presented yourself. Early and up to continue your work like a soldier. One of your assigned dress code officers was this bitch named Tyrillia! She even believed that you could defeat the Rebel Alliance one day. That was of course sarcasm. She seemed to be pretty invested in the art of avoiding logic and reasoning.

The reason you were so tired, was that you had stayed up all night til 2 in the morning, trying to come up with some way to destroy the Rebel Alliance, but to no avail sadly. The sleep you had on the way here was way worst. You only got a few hours of sleep before you had also wondered who was going to judge you for your tardiness and disappointment. That and you didn't have any idea's to destroy the freedom fighters. You've had some idea's pop up in your head, but quickly latched onto it as a failed attempt for them to rise in full force. Plus, you didn't know who was going to be the Grand Admiral assigned to you. You also heard rumors that he's kind of a art geek, and one of the best Navel Officers in the field, but you brushed it off. You repeated to yourself that all Superior Officers were well respected, and filled with the blood lust for control of the galaxy. This didn't strike you as very accurate to what you were about to witness later on.

In the final moments of going into your assigned room for roll call, you ran as fast as you can as the final ticking moments seemed to go slow, you pushed the button next to the door open and saw that there was no one present. All of a sudden, a stampede of young and old Imperial officers ran at your direction. You moved out of the way with as much of the reflexes you had left, the room began to instantly fill as each of them stood in a line formation on the right of the wall. "Huh?" You walked dumbfounded and walked awkwardly next to one of the officers who was also new aboard the ship. Everyone was shaking as you hear the rest of the officers pile through at the last minute. They stand next to you, drowsed in sweat and regret. So, what the galaxy was going on? You weren't the only one huh?

"I'm guessing you got the memo to, did you?" A young officer, who seemed to be an Ensign. So he was one rank below you.

"Yeah, I'm still super tired. Did like, no one ever had coffee? Or?"

"No, all of us we, uh, didn't realize that this was so important." He said with some shiver. You've also guest he didn't get that much sleep, and his room was below cold.

"Huh? What was so important?"

A high ranking officer comes into the room as you see who it was, you stood looking at whomever was coming through. With the rest of the officers in silence, It was Admiral Gilad Pellaeon. Thank goodness. An officer you knew and respected. He was actually one of the only higher ranking officers you trusted and talked to. He fixed some of your problems and you could never be thankful enough that he was here.

"Attention officers!" His ever so famous lines to start the day. It rang with waves energy into your ear as you stood in attention alongside the different officers.

"Your jobs today, is to make a good impression for your new Grand Admiral, I'm sorry he can't be here to present himself." He started to sound a bit off "He's doing his, usual, battle planning, but anyways." Stuttering a bit to clear his throat "Don't mess up your first impression, and don't be intimidated by him as well. He means no harm to any one of you, and want to see your full potential. Even you Commander Tilts!" He points at him.

He smirks while some of the other officers chuckles. Ah, typical Yaaris Tilts, you had somewhat of a crush on him, he was a few ranks above you, and has known you for two years even thought he was older than you. You tried to have the courage to ask him out a few times, but you didn't think he'll love you back. That, and it also sadden you that he's already in a relationship, that, and you've heard he's getting married. With that, you were still tired, that goes the same for all of the officers in the brightly lit white room. This just didn't help your composer. You stood like the soldier you are trained by the Empire to be.

He clears his throat with this fist next to his mouth this time. "You have your assigned jobs listed in the bridge, and you'll see an officer who'll bring to you your assignments for today."

Yes sir! Everyone in unison said. Then afterwards, he give the jester to be dismissed. "Then good luck today. Don't disappoint the Grand Admiral." The crack in his voice leaving as he left the room with the rest of officers.

You're job that you got the memo before was to bring new datapads that are the newer models, to the new recruits, that and you should have listened to the Gilad. The tiredness was really getting to you, that you couldn't pay attention to your surroundings. So after some time of walking around to see anyone you needed to one. You see one of the recruits from the room that you were in. You handed him from your full hands.

"OH, hey, thanks. Are you heading to the bridge now?" He spoke as you wince your eyes to make you stay away. It didn't also help that the eyeliner was making it worse, it made your eyes small and droopy.

"Huh? Who am I supposed to meet?" You said as you feel a bit of your (E/C) coming to a close. Too bad you didn't have time to see if they had any coffee or any other caffeinated substances. You've also heard some have said that the ship ran out of coffee beans cuz of the shortage crisis that's been going on in Corellia. It was your favorite type of coffee, and you couldn't have any, you just wanted to head to your room and sleep like a dead Ewok dammit.

"You'll figure it out. I got to meet him, he's one of the best Grand Admirals in the entire Empire, isn't that cool?" He said with glee. "You'll love him, don't worry, just don't mess up your first impression. If your feeling nervous, just say some random philosophical stuff. Trust me, that happened to me. In fact, he's given me some pretty good advise for my resources plan."

You yawned short yawn "Oh, sweet. I'll be short to see it when I believe it." As you smiled. He was pretty young for his age, you dismissed him and headed your tired butt to the bridge to hand out the next on your list. You had the images in you head on who you were suppose to bring them too. It's a pretty short list, so this should be a piece of cake. Although, your slump stature made some of the rest of the higher ups think you're not a very good lieutenant. So, you kept your chin and shoulders up to think that you're proud of your job, and for the better good of the galaxy.

After a few seconds of picking back up your posture, you were greeted on the bridge with someone who looked as if they weren't part of the galaxy. He wore a beautiful white uniform, fit for his body. It's voice sounded smooth and baritone that it could easily make you fall asleep, It made your eyes even more droopy. He seemed to be busy with a task with another officer, it looked like another high ranking officer whom you realized it was Fleet Admiral Roch, he was the one to recruit you along with another few lower ranking officers. You walked a bit forward to see who it was that he was talking to.

You had also got your Lieutenant promotion yesterday, and it was a big day for you, along with some of your friends whom congratulated you on your new ranking. Then, you were on board another star destroyer which was named Chimaera to continue your work.

His voice just gave that dream like escape to it along side with the rest of the nicely constructed ship. Listening to him speak was just beautiful til…

"Are you one of the new recruits, lieutenant (L/N)?" His voice rang out of your trance looking at you, and what you saw was no human, but rather, something out in the Unknown regions. You'd forgotten those species in your studies, and never really knew there was someone who wasn't human running this ship. You didn't think they would exist in the Empire. The man and everyone that you ignored were all right.

Your face became a light shade of red with your mouth in a small shock as you stared at him, but also interest. That is was what you looked like, but rather intimidated, and embarrassed at the sight of him in his dashing white uniform, and the way he presented himself.

"Soldier?" He makes a simple hand gesture to dismiss, Roch as you stood like a statue in silence. Roch also looked like he felt your pain when he first meet him. Maybe something to sympathize with.

What in the galaxy was going on? the stories that were told from your friends were true. That you were going to be on board with a tactical genius. It was him, why the hell would he choose you? Out of all the Admirals out there, you had been assigned to Thrawn! You felt as if you weren't worth your presences, so you slowly moved out of the bridge in embarrassment as you walked fast into the left hallway, hearing the datapads clicking against one another.

"Whoa, wait a second- where are you going?" His voice laughed a little when he knew that you were embarrassed as fuck. You hurried as you hear his voice echo in the hallway. Your legs couldn't hurry up since you were so tired, so you started to pick up the pace. You hear heavy footsteps as you instantly run to a nearby closet.

"I don't want to have to find you, now do I? I can find you without warning, you do know that? Or are you new to my instincts." You hear him say in the muffled tiny room. You squirmed yourself into the tight space as you feel a little claustrophobic. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest that might be heard in the small room itself. The footsteps get a little closer.

"I am very busy, and I don't have time to look for you. So, I'll just have to know you."

Know you? he doesn't know jack shit about you! Or did he?…

"If I were a young girl going through hormones, where would I be?" You hear him clearly mocking you. You felt butterflies in your stomach as the footsteps begin to pick up drastically. The adrenaline rushes all across your body as you accidentally dropped some of the new model datapads, fresh from the factory, that you were suppose to give to the other officers; fucking ruined and so was you're first impression. The clanking on the tile inside make you stay very still as the predator comes to look for you, you quickly picked them up and dust some of it off. The heartbeat in your throat made it hard to breath as well.

"You are a very young officer to receive such a rank, I'm impressed by your talents, and would like to have a proper conversation with you. I am interested in your abilities." He said with a calm voice, it was such a nice voice to hear, it almost made you wet and tired. This wasn't right. Were you attracted to your superior? No. No no no no, this cannot happen. How in the galaxy do you already have a crush, and someone who was an alien from the Unknown Regions? Already, so much was rummaging through your mind as you stood still with the datapads in your hands up to your chest.

You shut your mouth as tight as you can, you try to calm down your heartbeat as the footsteps begin to stop. It was at this moment you knew, you fucked up. The door slid open to a straight faced Chiss as you hold still in one place like a statue. You felt trapped immediately as if you knew what's coming. He stares into you (E/C) as his bright red eyes came to yours. He knew your reputation, but how? Oh no, you knew, the Imperial Hologram Data System. Fuck my life.

"Speak up soldier!" His voice commanded. The loud rush send you upright as you stood up straight and attention.

"I was nervous sir, you startled me and I figured I wasn't worth you're time, with you being busy and all!" You replied in your normal soldier voice. He goes up to you, really close, you can feel his breath pulsating on you. Your heart skipping a beat or two. Even more of your space was being invaded.

"All soldiers are worth my time, lieutenant." As he cups his hands on your cheeks, and slowly puts his thumb on your bottom lip. "Not only that, but such beauty should never be wasted." he whispers as he put another hand on your cheek. He wasn't cruel at all! This was such a shocker, and how in the name of the empire, was he flirting with you? You'd imagine him punishing you for disrespecting him in his presents, but this was clearly wiped away from your mind. All you thought about was how he works as a Grand Admiral. This made you really curious about him. How he worked, how he's won so many battle's that it was practically impossible for him to be defeated. What was it that made him tick?

"How about go to my quarters after your shift (L/N). I have some tasks I'd like you to complete. I'm afraid, I will be busy with some 'other tasks' that I need some assistance with. I'll help you find a job that suits you, deary. My other assistant sadly perished." Saying deary with such a smooth tone, and some apathy in his voice after saying about what happened to his assistant, you couldn't help that his deep silky voice was making you even more wet and drowsy. With that in mind, you snapped a bit and stood back up straight.

"Then I'll comply with anything you have for me sir." You said with your back straight, and shoulders back like the soldier you were trained to be.

His gloves on your face wasn't really the best place. You had no time to put on your make up, and some of that hard work was gone. You see some of the foundation on his gloves very lightly. He tilts your head with his hands as he looks from side to side. "Such beauty" He whispers making you shiver and slightly aroused. You moan lightly in with your mouth shut.

His wrist comlink rings, he picks it up to a distressed Pellaeon "Sir, someone wishes to speak with you, in private."

"I'll be on my way." He presses the top button to close the distress. "Sorry love, you will meet me after hours, will you?" As he slides his fingers on your (H/C) to brush some off of your face.

"Yes sir." In an very not audible voice. You're whole body was just surging with energy that you'd might have time to try and finish the day.

He took away his fingers from your face as he nodded and walked with his arms behind his back. You still stood in silence, contemplating on what happened. In a few seconds, you snapped yourself back to reality and headed to the post you had to hand out the datapads to. Cursing underneath your breath, again that you had to make a swear jar out of from now on, and you knew this was going be a long day. In the meantime, you couldn't just abandon your post so you could masturbate and get it off of your chest, but you knew that it would come soon.

K, Imma just leave this here and say. That was pretty fucking awesome! I didn't even know how to write Tharwn after I started reading Heir to the Empire (which I highly recommend, if you're starting to write Thrawn fan fiction). It's a great source of information on his character. How he acts, his battle strategies, how he presents himself to others, the works! It was a bit of a challenge, I had to rewrite some of the lines, but I made him simple so I don't accidentally go overkill and made it look like Timothy Zahn was drunk while writing this! Heh heh heee, anyway's the sex will come later, deary's. Patience is a virtue...and yes, Rukh is dead in this story. You'll never hear form him again, sorry EU fans...