Stalking the rebel padawan out of a seedy market was not how Thrawn planned on spending his shore leave. The boy seemed in a daze, led through the crowd by a lilac alien in an extravagant cloak, he's likely with a companion or another rebel Thrawn thought as he fixed his dark green sunglasses.
The closer Thrawn gets to this woman, the more problems he sees before him. he's close enough to see Ezra's dumbstruck smile as she slips a deceivingly simple pendant around his throat. The Chiss finally recognized the cloak, covered in fine platinum chains and ombre dyed linen.
Valeran high court fashion. She must be looking for new slave boys. Ezra's hair and eyes are likely exotic enough to get him targeted for the 'high end' markets.
Rebel or not he couldn't leave the young padawan to a life of being treated like a pretty pet or bed warmer, stripped of all that made him a person until only a doe eyed puppet remains.
So against his better judgement he follows the Valerian slaver as she drags the young rebel through the seedy parts of the market, yet she never looks back.
This must be her favored hunting grounds if she feels so comfortable Thrawn thinks to himself, sneaking behind her into a warehouse older than the emperor himself, unless…
"Hands above your head and walk forward" hissed the droid behind him, a blaster pressed to the small of his back.
She (if he remembers correctly most val Droids are programed with she/her pronouns) led him deep into the rusty warehouse until he saw a large shipping container filled with unconscious people, mostly young males, of all kinds of species, including a handful of young humans still in their cadet uniforms and a stormtrooper stripped to his under armour. All wore similar silver pendants to the one the slaver had put on young Bridger.
How had such an operation not have been caught before this? Thrawn hissed to himself, before meeting the woman's sinister orange eyes. "Lady Tycsa, Of the fallen court, I must say it is to my greatest displeasure that we meet." He glared.
The lilac Valeran, Tycsa gave a cold laugh, "You must be the Mighty Grand Admiral Thrawn" she purred, pushing Bridger aside so hard the boy landed flat against the duracrete floors, his pendant skittering away until it hit a small storage crate.
Thrawn winced at the hard fall, but any empathy he had for the boy was pushed to the back of his mind when the slaver waved him and the droid closer, until he was face to face with her, practically standing on top of the young rebel…
The boy still has his blaster and saber… if i just…
As she reached up to stroke his face, Thrawn dropped to his knees and reached for the rebel's blaster. But the slaver must have expected his plan, landing a solid kick to his face that knocked off the dark sunglasses and had the chiss sprawled onto his back.
Seconds later her foot was on his throat and she looked to the droid, "His blaster, please" she asked with a cruel sweetness. The droid handed Lady Tycsa Thrawn's own weapon, who pointed it so the imperial was staring down the barrel. "It would be a waste of such a fine specimen to kill you now, but I can't have you running to your masters about my operations can I Grand Admiral?" She sighed, shifted her aim, and fired so the bolt of hot plasma left a deep gash across his side, then again along his outer right thigh.
Thrawn screamed in pain as she fished something out of her pocket "That was to remind you where you belong," she pulled a syringe out and plunged it into his neck, "And that is to have you dreaming until I know what to do with you."
_time skip_
"It wasn't long after that until I was blacking out while they loaded me up." Thrawn said, "Once I was out they likely started processing us. Blood work, bioscans, assigning a serial number, inserting trackers, among other things."
Ezra rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief that he was sitting on a bed next to a prone Grand Admiral, both of them wearing nothing more than underwear that was not theirs, a silver collar with some mark embellished on, and bracelets on both wrists and ankles made of a silvery metal with a blue gem on each. "What...How… Why does your story make you sound like a hero when all I remember is her asking me to sample… perfume I think? Or maybe a stim?"
Thrawn gave a huff of laughter, "I am more concerned with why we were paired together, especially this early on, and thus far I have no idea. Bridger, perhaps you might?" The chiss sighed, "The only times they pair slaves up is either for entertainment, breeding, or if the master doesn't have room for each to be isolated during taming. None of them fit. Two males, likely to hate each other, and both of enough value independently that she could afford to make room."
Ezra stared at the chiss with wide eyes. "I don't like any of what you just said one bit" he said softly, pulling his knees up to his chest. "What do you mean by 'entertainment' Thrawn?"
The chiss screwed his eyes shut, trying to find the least traumatizing answer possible.
"Entertainment pairs have their every moment broadcasted to anyone who is willing to pay, lovely." Cooed their kidnapper as she stood in the doorway. "But that's not what I have you here for. But before I tell you that, you both need a little checkup."
(More next time! Next chapter may be disturbing for some)
(Also Ezra and Thrawn are still docile/passive from the sedative that Lady Tycsa gave them, neither have even thought about fighting, and Ezra is slow to attack a helpless person, even if they are an enemy.)
Also thank ThrawnLover19 on Wattpad for reminding me to continue this story.
