Disclaimer: *put copypaste disclaimer here*
Background: Hera's Heroes, Season 3
I feel like I should write something here... Oh right, again, I'm not actually bashing Thrawn. I think he's portrayed excellently in the show. But again, this fanfic just takes random aspects of the show to make fun of.
And whoo, two chapters in one day! Make sure you read both haha
"May I introduce Hera Syndulla, Rebel pilot, freedom, blah blah, daughter of your nemesis, Cham Syndulla." Thrawn read aloud from the script.
"My what?" said Captain Slavin, looking up from his own script.
"Nemesis."
"Who the hell is Ham Syndulla-"
"Cham-"
"Cham Syndulla and why is he my nemesis? I've never even met him!" exclaimed Slavin.
"I don't know, the script says so."
"Director, why is this guy my nemesis?" asked the Captain, turning to a guy standing some ten feet away, who was actually an assistant and was only temporarily in charge.
"I don't know, Disney said so, jut go with it."
"What even" Slavin threw up his arms, then regretted it because now he had to pick up the scripts he'd scattered.
"Director?" Thrawn called quietly.
"Yes?" the poor assistant turned to face the blue Admiral.
"Pages three and four of my script seem to be missing. Care to explain?"
"Ah, um," the assistant fumbled around the studio, picking up sheets of paper and whispering to other employees, "Oh there they are, um-" he handed the pages back to Thrawn as he continued to stumble on his words. "See, we- they- we were making some slight adjustments to that part of your dialongue..."
"What adjustments?" Thrawn asked warily. He preferred the version he read before the pages went missing.
"Riiight about... there," answered the assistant, pointing to a certain part of the retrieved pages. "It's not finished yet, the words are not fixed and it's, uh, a scribbled draft of the general events, I- we- would rather you didn't read it yet..."
He was silenced as Thrawn raised a hand and proceeded to read the scripts anyway.
This is what he saw:
Slavin: She's a peasant
Thrawn: Whatever
Slavin: She's a flipping slave
Thrawn: Sorry Hera
Slavin: Art is not my thing
Thrawn: Eh
Slavin: What's all this about
Thrawn: Eh
Slavin: That looks like shit
Thrawn: *grabs uniform, growls savagely and hisses like a vampire about to tear out the throat of its trembling prey*
Grand Admiral Thrawn slowly looked up from the page he was reading.
His mouth never opened, but his face said it all for everyone:
What the shit?
