TITLE: The Wrath Of The Jedi - Chapter I: Broken Circle
AUTHOR: Channy
RATING: R
SITE: http://d-e.diaryland.com
EMAIL: d-e@diaryland.com
DISCLAIMER: I own not Star Wars, Uncle George does.
SUMMARY: Obi & Xani attempt to take over the Imperial Remnant.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, there are many crossed timelines, but let's just sit back and enjoy, hrm? There's no slash in this chapter, and when there is, it's mild.
Grand Admiral Thrawn stood upon the 'Chimaera's' command bridge, his face knit with concentration as he gazed out the main veiwport. A few steps behind him, and off to the side stood Pellaeon. He drew a breath as he watched Thrawn, and he wondered with deep fascination just what the Admiral was thinking. Suddenly, Thrawn stirred.
"Captain, identify that ship," he said, pointing aft. Captain Pellaeon shifted his gaze to the incoming vessel.
"Yes sir," Pellaeon turned and conversed briefly with the officer manning the scan station. "Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless," he reported, "Moff- "
"Disra's ship." Thrawn finished for him, a tight smile creeping across his face. The Admiral's eyes remained undaunted on the veiwport.
"Admiral?" The comm officer shouted from the bridge. Thrawn turned and arched a blue-black eyebrow, mildly aware that the people around the station had gone silent. "His Excellency is hailing you sir," the officer continued, "transmission is marked as 'High Urgency'." He looked almost as confused as Pellaeon felt.
*'High Urgency'? That code hadn't been used since the Battle of Endor* Pellaeon stiffened and looked around the bridge. The more experienced crewmembers were either talking quietly among themselves or looking downright petrified. Pellaeon was snapped back from his hypnotic state as the Grand Admiral brushed past him and walked out of the large control room. As Thrawn reached the blastdoors, he turned around, glowing red eyes resting on each station before turning once more, palming the doors open, and walking out.
Captain Pellaeon hesitated a fraction of a second, "Transfer the call to the Grand Admiral's private comm frequency," he commanded with slight Imperial edge. He then turned on his heel, and started after his superior.
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Pellaeon keyed in his access code and stepped into the dark antechamber which lay before Thrawn's private meditation chamber; the door to the latter was securely locked.
The captain sighed, so Thrawn didn't want him interfering with this conversation, that was fine. Pellaeon walked to the far side of the antechamber, sat in one of the rather bland-looking chairs which formed a rough semi-circle, and waited.
Again, he found himself wondering about Thrawn. His history was sketchy at best, that much Pellaeon knew, but this was the man leading the Empire out of the ashes of Palpatine's New Order. Not even a man, an alien, Chiss. The fact that a non-human and risen to the rank of Grand Admiral was impressing, and spokes volumes about Thrawn himself, but that he had also evaded the Rebel-slaughter of high-ranking Imperials, well it gave people a reason to respect, if not fear him.
A flicker of movement in the far corner brought Pellaeon back from his thoughts once more. He followed the movement with his eyes a few heartbeats longer, until it disappeared. Pellaeon felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Rukh, come out." He called into the darkness. A short insectoid alien wearing a black cloak slowly emerged from the shadowed corner. Of course, it was Thrawn's Noghri bodyguard. "Must you insist on lurking around? It's not proper to stalk the captain of the ship you're currently a guest on," Pellaeon said, throwing every ounce of intimidation into his voice. He never was very fond of these creatures.
Rukh glared across the room to Pellaeon, and the captain held his gaze. A moment later, the Noghri lowered his gaze, and retreated back into the darkness.
Pellaeon frowned, what was taking Thrawn so long? Could that double- crossing, Hutt-slime Disra possibly have news of such importance?
A red light beeped to life on the wall-comm. Pellaeon rose and hit the receiving button, "Captain Pellaeon."
"Captain, join me in my quarters," Thrawn's voice cut through the static of their connection.
"Yes sir." Pellaeon switched off the comm just as the lock on the private chamber doors hissed open.
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Thrawn's chamber was dark as always; what little light there was came from the dim, blue glow of dozens of holo-projections. All of which displayed rotating, three-dimensional images of Coriellian art and buildings. They were situated on stands, walls, and were levitated overhead. From the commander's chair in the centre of the room, each piece was visible. Seated in the commander's chair, of course, was Grand Admiral Thrawn. He tapped a key on its arm, and a large image of an old temple which had blocked Pellaeon's view of him, disappeared.
Thrawn smiled that menacing smile of his, "Tell me captain, how are things on the bridge?"
Pellaeon shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This question was unusual if not downright suspicious, as was the curious tone in Thrawn's voice. "Things are fine sir, calm." He finally managed.
The Grand Admiral nodded and entered a few codes into his arm-comm. The blue holo-projections which had flickered shadows over the room just minutes before, disappeared, plunging the two into darkness. Thrawn called out a key word, and the glow-beams installed into the walls of the chamber came to light, casting a dull orange glow.
Pellaeon was growing impatient and ever-more curious about Disra's visit. He clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat.
Grand Admiral Thrawn arched an eyebrow toward the captain, "As you may have guessed, Pellaeon, I've called you here to inform you of Moff Disra's arrival and that I have scheduled a meeting with him." He reached into the inside pocket chest pocket of his uniform and produced a small datacard. He held it between his fore and middle fingers, resting his outstretched hand along the large arm of the chair, "Here."
Pellaeon moved forward cautiously and accepted the datacard, stashing it safely in his own chest pocket.
"This contains the information you will need for the meeting. Oh-eight- hundred standard hours tomorrow," Thrawn told him matter-of-factly.
"Yes sir," the captain bowed slightly and walked out of Thrawn's chambers, his back being watched by the Admiral until the blastdoor slid shut behind him.
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Dirad Pellaeon sat at the commstation in his sleeping-quarters sifting through the files on Thrawn's datacard. Most of it was just the usual, protocal, Disra's records. *As if I didn't all ready know,* he though bitterly. There was even a menu file shoulder participate desire food or drink. Finally, Pellaeon uncovered the file he was searching for: the reason for the meeting. He wondered idly why Grand Admiral Thrawn didn't see fit just to tell him himself. Shrugging, he opened the file marked 'Broken Circle'.
AUTHOR: Channy
RATING: R
SITE: http://d-e.diaryland.com
EMAIL: d-e@diaryland.com
DISCLAIMER: I own not Star Wars, Uncle George does.
SUMMARY: Obi & Xani attempt to take over the Imperial Remnant.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, there are many crossed timelines, but let's just sit back and enjoy, hrm? There's no slash in this chapter, and when there is, it's mild.
Grand Admiral Thrawn stood upon the 'Chimaera's' command bridge, his face knit with concentration as he gazed out the main veiwport. A few steps behind him, and off to the side stood Pellaeon. He drew a breath as he watched Thrawn, and he wondered with deep fascination just what the Admiral was thinking. Suddenly, Thrawn stirred.
"Captain, identify that ship," he said, pointing aft. Captain Pellaeon shifted his gaze to the incoming vessel.
"Yes sir," Pellaeon turned and conversed briefly with the officer manning the scan station. "Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless," he reported, "Moff- "
"Disra's ship." Thrawn finished for him, a tight smile creeping across his face. The Admiral's eyes remained undaunted on the veiwport.
"Admiral?" The comm officer shouted from the bridge. Thrawn turned and arched a blue-black eyebrow, mildly aware that the people around the station had gone silent. "His Excellency is hailing you sir," the officer continued, "transmission is marked as 'High Urgency'." He looked almost as confused as Pellaeon felt.
*'High Urgency'? That code hadn't been used since the Battle of Endor* Pellaeon stiffened and looked around the bridge. The more experienced crewmembers were either talking quietly among themselves or looking downright petrified. Pellaeon was snapped back from his hypnotic state as the Grand Admiral brushed past him and walked out of the large control room. As Thrawn reached the blastdoors, he turned around, glowing red eyes resting on each station before turning once more, palming the doors open, and walking out.
Captain Pellaeon hesitated a fraction of a second, "Transfer the call to the Grand Admiral's private comm frequency," he commanded with slight Imperial edge. He then turned on his heel, and started after his superior.
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Pellaeon keyed in his access code and stepped into the dark antechamber which lay before Thrawn's private meditation chamber; the door to the latter was securely locked.
The captain sighed, so Thrawn didn't want him interfering with this conversation, that was fine. Pellaeon walked to the far side of the antechamber, sat in one of the rather bland-looking chairs which formed a rough semi-circle, and waited.
Again, he found himself wondering about Thrawn. His history was sketchy at best, that much Pellaeon knew, but this was the man leading the Empire out of the ashes of Palpatine's New Order. Not even a man, an alien, Chiss. The fact that a non-human and risen to the rank of Grand Admiral was impressing, and spokes volumes about Thrawn himself, but that he had also evaded the Rebel-slaughter of high-ranking Imperials, well it gave people a reason to respect, if not fear him.
A flicker of movement in the far corner brought Pellaeon back from his thoughts once more. He followed the movement with his eyes a few heartbeats longer, until it disappeared. Pellaeon felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Rukh, come out." He called into the darkness. A short insectoid alien wearing a black cloak slowly emerged from the shadowed corner. Of course, it was Thrawn's Noghri bodyguard. "Must you insist on lurking around? It's not proper to stalk the captain of the ship you're currently a guest on," Pellaeon said, throwing every ounce of intimidation into his voice. He never was very fond of these creatures.
Rukh glared across the room to Pellaeon, and the captain held his gaze. A moment later, the Noghri lowered his gaze, and retreated back into the darkness.
Pellaeon frowned, what was taking Thrawn so long? Could that double- crossing, Hutt-slime Disra possibly have news of such importance?
A red light beeped to life on the wall-comm. Pellaeon rose and hit the receiving button, "Captain Pellaeon."
"Captain, join me in my quarters," Thrawn's voice cut through the static of their connection.
"Yes sir." Pellaeon switched off the comm just as the lock on the private chamber doors hissed open.
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Thrawn's chamber was dark as always; what little light there was came from the dim, blue glow of dozens of holo-projections. All of which displayed rotating, three-dimensional images of Coriellian art and buildings. They were situated on stands, walls, and were levitated overhead. From the commander's chair in the centre of the room, each piece was visible. Seated in the commander's chair, of course, was Grand Admiral Thrawn. He tapped a key on its arm, and a large image of an old temple which had blocked Pellaeon's view of him, disappeared.
Thrawn smiled that menacing smile of his, "Tell me captain, how are things on the bridge?"
Pellaeon shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This question was unusual if not downright suspicious, as was the curious tone in Thrawn's voice. "Things are fine sir, calm." He finally managed.
The Grand Admiral nodded and entered a few codes into his arm-comm. The blue holo-projections which had flickered shadows over the room just minutes before, disappeared, plunging the two into darkness. Thrawn called out a key word, and the glow-beams installed into the walls of the chamber came to light, casting a dull orange glow.
Pellaeon was growing impatient and ever-more curious about Disra's visit. He clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat.
Grand Admiral Thrawn arched an eyebrow toward the captain, "As you may have guessed, Pellaeon, I've called you here to inform you of Moff Disra's arrival and that I have scheduled a meeting with him." He reached into the inside pocket chest pocket of his uniform and produced a small datacard. He held it between his fore and middle fingers, resting his outstretched hand along the large arm of the chair, "Here."
Pellaeon moved forward cautiously and accepted the datacard, stashing it safely in his own chest pocket.
"This contains the information you will need for the meeting. Oh-eight- hundred standard hours tomorrow," Thrawn told him matter-of-factly.
"Yes sir," the captain bowed slightly and walked out of Thrawn's chambers, his back being watched by the Admiral until the blastdoor slid shut behind him.
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Dirad Pellaeon sat at the commstation in his sleeping-quarters sifting through the files on Thrawn's datacard. Most of it was just the usual, protocal, Disra's records. *As if I didn't all ready know,* he though bitterly. There was even a menu file shoulder participate desire food or drink. Finally, Pellaeon uncovered the file he was searching for: the reason for the meeting. He wondered idly why Grand Admiral Thrawn didn't see fit just to tell him himself. Shrugging, he opened the file marked 'Broken Circle'.