Here is it! The rescue (did I say too much?)
I hope it's not too quick ot to roughly done.
SilerWolf: Thank you again for your kind review. As to your wish not to end this...
you might want to read my afterthoughs at the end of this chapter
(AFTER you read it, ok?)
Robin: Well, well! I'm surprised! You like it although you're NOT a Thrawn-fan???
I'm impressed! I am one, you know and I thought you only read stories like
this if you're one. Oh my! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
And thanks for appreciating my name!
I had latin and greek in school, so ancient history is quite familiar to me.
INTO ENEMY HANDS
From: caius julius
Chapter 8: Imperial Rescue
Once more, Captain Parck read the reports of readiness of the "Grey Wolf"'s stations inside
his rooms. Everything seemed prepared to deal with Zaarin's frigate. Though he had tried to
bann any thought of Thrawn from his mind he returned to his friend's case more often than
he wanted to.
'Don't be a fool, Voss,' he thought. 'After all these days, how could you expect him
to be still live?'
But on the other side the medics had confirmed Thrawn had not been dead when Zaarin
took the skin and bone from him. If this despicable traitor was arrogant enough to
stay at the same location all the time and to wait with Thrawn's execution for so long -
well, why should he do it right now?
The longer Parck thought about it the more he became convinced Zaarin wouldn't kill the
Grand Admiral that soon. He'd rather hold him prisoner for some time, teasing and probably
tortuting him just for the fun of it.
No, IF the "Shamus" was still at Orias then Thrawn was there, either.
Thus convinced by his own thoughts Parck returned to the datapads.
He hadn't come far with them when there was a knock on the door and Commander Jovis entered.
Parck looked up and a thin smile cast around his lips.
"Ah, good to see you, Commander." he held up some datacards.
"I take it you read them as well?" he said and mentioned Jovis to take a seat.
The Commander did so and nodded.
"In my opinion we're perfectly prepared for a confrontation with the "Shamus"," he informed
his Captain. "The only thing to hope is that Zaarin hasn't any other ships in the Orias-system.
We have only Thrawn's word on it and our own scout-reports."
Parck nodded slightly.
"We've talked about that with HQ already. Zaarin's fleet is enganged nearly everywhere at
the moment. Chances are high we'll only meet the "Shamus". He'll hardly have an Interdictor
there, you know."
Jovis grinned. "And the precious frigate will have its problems against an ISD II..."
When the Star Destroyer entered realspace again, the "Shamus"'s Crew thought it to be
Zaarin's flaggship, the ISD "Glory".
Therfore, their shock was even greater when the Destroyer opened fire and the computer
identified the ship as the "Grey Wolf". Before they could react properly, the frigate was
surrounded by fighters and its shields were not far from failing.
On the frigate's brigde reigned total chaos as it became clear that the hyperdrive never
would be ready in time.
Captain Bennet ran a hand through his hair and covered his face in the other.
His ship was lost.
To hell with Zaarin. Why hadn't he ordered to jump to another location? Why had he been so
arrogant?
Bennet shook his head. Too late now. The Empire had found them.
"Sir?" a young officer called. "Sir, they ceased fire! They're hailing us."
The Captain looked up. Of course! This was Thrawn's flaggship. The imperial Captain didn't
seek to destroy the "Shamus".
He activated his commlink. "Sickbay, this is Bennet. How's the prisoner's status?"
"We were able to keep him alive." came the immediate answer. "His status is no longer critical."
"Thank you." Bennet deactivated the comm.
He turned to the officer and mentioned him to answer the call.
"This is Captain Bennet of the frigate "Shamus"."
The screen in front of him showed the "Grey Wolf"'s bridge.
"Captain Parck," the man in front identified himself. "Captain Bennet, I want you to surrender
immediately. You do not have a chance against a Star Destroyer!"
Bennet hesitated. There was none, was there?
Zaarin would never approve surrender, Bennet was sure of that.
The Captain thought about the prisoner. Of course, Zaarin would want him executed right now.
But his superior wasn't here. His arrogance had been the cause for their current situation in
the first place.
The Captain cleared his throat.
"We surrender, Captain. No conditions."
Parck nodded. "Very well. Where's Zaarin?"
"He left the "Shamus" a few days ago. I don't know where he went, though."
"And Grand Admiral Thrawn, is he..." Parck stopped and Bennet saw how much that question must
hurt him.
"He's alive; he's momentarily in sickbay."
Parck didn't even try to hide his relief.
"Very well, Captain. We'll send boarding parties. Hold your current position and don't do
anything stupid. Parck out."
Bennet ordered the comm-officer to shut down and fell back into his commandchair.
Suddenly he felt very tired and exhausted.
So, that was it. The only thing left to do was damage containment.
Once again, he activated his commlink.
"Sickbay, this is Bennet. Prepare the prisoner... Grand Admiral Thrawn," he corrected himself,
"for transportation. Imperial boarding parties will arrive soon."
"Understood, Captain." came the confirmation and the comm went silent.
Commander Trolls stepped to Bennet's side. His face was full of barely controlled anger and wrath.
"Sir, what in hell are you doing? Have the prisoner executed as long as there's time for it!
Once the Imps have him back everything's been in vain. You have to-"
"Commander!" Bennets voice was low but the more dangerous. "You don't have to tell me ANYTHING!
I am in command here and as you might have noticed: the Grand Admiral is our only chance if
we don't want end up being executed ourselfs."
That didn't seem to calm Trolls down, not at all.
"Grand Admiral Zaarin would never-"
Bennet cut him off, again.
"First: Zaarin's not here, and second: it was him who did this mess to us. Who knows what this
Captain Parck does if we kill Thrawn now. Do you want to take the responsibility for the whole
crew's death?"
Trolls just snorted. "You're a fool, Bennet. I'll never understand why you joined Zaarin in
the first place."
He shot the Captain one last angry glance, turned around and left the bridge very quickly.
Inside the sickbay, Jonin Perolha exchanged a look with his fellow medics.
The Imperials had to arrive here any moment now. Only minutes ago an officer had reported the
boarding parties had entered the ship.
The medic looked at the former prisoner in front of him. Thrawn was fast asleep now.
Soon after Bennet's order, Perolha had freed him of the bounds which confined him to bed.
After that he had informed Thrawn of the "Grey Wolf"'s arrival and his newly won freedom.
Thrawn had just stared back, astonished and grateful.
Perolha had smiled at him and had administered several sedativa to make the transport more
pleasent for him.
When the door finally opened, Perolha was interrupted from his thoughts.
Stormtroopers enterd the sickbay followd by two imperial medics.
"How's the Grand Admiral's status?" one of them asked while the other examined Thrawn.
Perolha sighed and showed them his notes.
Some minutes later after the they made sure the Admiral was moveable, the imperial medics and
their patient were back on their way to the Star Destroyer "Grey Wolf".
TBC... (It's up to you!)
Alright!
Thrawn's save - finally!
But that's not the end. Ok, the title says "Into Enemy Hands" and that is over but...
Zaarin's still out there, Parck hasn't seen Thrawn, yet,...
IT'S YOUR TURN!
Tell me if you want me to continue.
Like I said, my story as I planed it when posting the first chapter is over but I'd like to
do some more - IF YOU WANT IT!
Thus, tell me, will you?
(Tell me to stop, if you like, but I want to know.)
If that's the END, then a very warm THANK YOU to everyone who's read this fiction.
And thanks for accepting my very 'special' kind of english,
it's only my second foreign language...
A VERY, VERY, VERY big hug to my reviewers throughout it:
SilverWolf: I said it before, you're my most frequent one and I was so glad to have
someone like you reading this fic and sending your comments and all.
And you were reviewer NO. 1! I was so glad back then.
Romashka: See, he's not dead (simply could't do it!) and I DID finish this one!
HA!
Robin: I am glad you liked it; I tried hard with this one, you know.
Thanks, fellow Gladiator-fan!
Vanessa: You said there weren't enough Thrawn-fics... well, now there's one more!
(I won't say a good one, but I like it!)
Elizabeth Rouseau: Thanks so much! Maybe I should try a Harry Potter-fic next time?
Crystal: I said it before: So far the only one to add my fic to a favorites-list.
I'm so proud!
I hope it's not too quick ot to roughly done.
SilerWolf: Thank you again for your kind review. As to your wish not to end this...
you might want to read my afterthoughs at the end of this chapter
(AFTER you read it, ok?)
Robin: Well, well! I'm surprised! You like it although you're NOT a Thrawn-fan???
I'm impressed! I am one, you know and I thought you only read stories like
this if you're one. Oh my! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
And thanks for appreciating my name!
I had latin and greek in school, so ancient history is quite familiar to me.
INTO ENEMY HANDS
From: caius julius
Chapter 8: Imperial Rescue
Once more, Captain Parck read the reports of readiness of the "Grey Wolf"'s stations inside
his rooms. Everything seemed prepared to deal with Zaarin's frigate. Though he had tried to
bann any thought of Thrawn from his mind he returned to his friend's case more often than
he wanted to.
'Don't be a fool, Voss,' he thought. 'After all these days, how could you expect him
to be still live?'
But on the other side the medics had confirmed Thrawn had not been dead when Zaarin
took the skin and bone from him. If this despicable traitor was arrogant enough to
stay at the same location all the time and to wait with Thrawn's execution for so long -
well, why should he do it right now?
The longer Parck thought about it the more he became convinced Zaarin wouldn't kill the
Grand Admiral that soon. He'd rather hold him prisoner for some time, teasing and probably
tortuting him just for the fun of it.
No, IF the "Shamus" was still at Orias then Thrawn was there, either.
Thus convinced by his own thoughts Parck returned to the datapads.
He hadn't come far with them when there was a knock on the door and Commander Jovis entered.
Parck looked up and a thin smile cast around his lips.
"Ah, good to see you, Commander." he held up some datacards.
"I take it you read them as well?" he said and mentioned Jovis to take a seat.
The Commander did so and nodded.
"In my opinion we're perfectly prepared for a confrontation with the "Shamus"," he informed
his Captain. "The only thing to hope is that Zaarin hasn't any other ships in the Orias-system.
We have only Thrawn's word on it and our own scout-reports."
Parck nodded slightly.
"We've talked about that with HQ already. Zaarin's fleet is enganged nearly everywhere at
the moment. Chances are high we'll only meet the "Shamus". He'll hardly have an Interdictor
there, you know."
Jovis grinned. "And the precious frigate will have its problems against an ISD II..."
When the Star Destroyer entered realspace again, the "Shamus"'s Crew thought it to be
Zaarin's flaggship, the ISD "Glory".
Therfore, their shock was even greater when the Destroyer opened fire and the computer
identified the ship as the "Grey Wolf". Before they could react properly, the frigate was
surrounded by fighters and its shields were not far from failing.
On the frigate's brigde reigned total chaos as it became clear that the hyperdrive never
would be ready in time.
Captain Bennet ran a hand through his hair and covered his face in the other.
His ship was lost.
To hell with Zaarin. Why hadn't he ordered to jump to another location? Why had he been so
arrogant?
Bennet shook his head. Too late now. The Empire had found them.
"Sir?" a young officer called. "Sir, they ceased fire! They're hailing us."
The Captain looked up. Of course! This was Thrawn's flaggship. The imperial Captain didn't
seek to destroy the "Shamus".
He activated his commlink. "Sickbay, this is Bennet. How's the prisoner's status?"
"We were able to keep him alive." came the immediate answer. "His status is no longer critical."
"Thank you." Bennet deactivated the comm.
He turned to the officer and mentioned him to answer the call.
"This is Captain Bennet of the frigate "Shamus"."
The screen in front of him showed the "Grey Wolf"'s bridge.
"Captain Parck," the man in front identified himself. "Captain Bennet, I want you to surrender
immediately. You do not have a chance against a Star Destroyer!"
Bennet hesitated. There was none, was there?
Zaarin would never approve surrender, Bennet was sure of that.
The Captain thought about the prisoner. Of course, Zaarin would want him executed right now.
But his superior wasn't here. His arrogance had been the cause for their current situation in
the first place.
The Captain cleared his throat.
"We surrender, Captain. No conditions."
Parck nodded. "Very well. Where's Zaarin?"
"He left the "Shamus" a few days ago. I don't know where he went, though."
"And Grand Admiral Thrawn, is he..." Parck stopped and Bennet saw how much that question must
hurt him.
"He's alive; he's momentarily in sickbay."
Parck didn't even try to hide his relief.
"Very well, Captain. We'll send boarding parties. Hold your current position and don't do
anything stupid. Parck out."
Bennet ordered the comm-officer to shut down and fell back into his commandchair.
Suddenly he felt very tired and exhausted.
So, that was it. The only thing left to do was damage containment.
Once again, he activated his commlink.
"Sickbay, this is Bennet. Prepare the prisoner... Grand Admiral Thrawn," he corrected himself,
"for transportation. Imperial boarding parties will arrive soon."
"Understood, Captain." came the confirmation and the comm went silent.
Commander Trolls stepped to Bennet's side. His face was full of barely controlled anger and wrath.
"Sir, what in hell are you doing? Have the prisoner executed as long as there's time for it!
Once the Imps have him back everything's been in vain. You have to-"
"Commander!" Bennets voice was low but the more dangerous. "You don't have to tell me ANYTHING!
I am in command here and as you might have noticed: the Grand Admiral is our only chance if
we don't want end up being executed ourselfs."
That didn't seem to calm Trolls down, not at all.
"Grand Admiral Zaarin would never-"
Bennet cut him off, again.
"First: Zaarin's not here, and second: it was him who did this mess to us. Who knows what this
Captain Parck does if we kill Thrawn now. Do you want to take the responsibility for the whole
crew's death?"
Trolls just snorted. "You're a fool, Bennet. I'll never understand why you joined Zaarin in
the first place."
He shot the Captain one last angry glance, turned around and left the bridge very quickly.
Inside the sickbay, Jonin Perolha exchanged a look with his fellow medics.
The Imperials had to arrive here any moment now. Only minutes ago an officer had reported the
boarding parties had entered the ship.
The medic looked at the former prisoner in front of him. Thrawn was fast asleep now.
Soon after Bennet's order, Perolha had freed him of the bounds which confined him to bed.
After that he had informed Thrawn of the "Grey Wolf"'s arrival and his newly won freedom.
Thrawn had just stared back, astonished and grateful.
Perolha had smiled at him and had administered several sedativa to make the transport more
pleasent for him.
When the door finally opened, Perolha was interrupted from his thoughts.
Stormtroopers enterd the sickbay followd by two imperial medics.
"How's the Grand Admiral's status?" one of them asked while the other examined Thrawn.
Perolha sighed and showed them his notes.
Some minutes later after the they made sure the Admiral was moveable, the imperial medics and
their patient were back on their way to the Star Destroyer "Grey Wolf".
TBC... (It's up to you!)
Alright!
Thrawn's save - finally!
But that's not the end. Ok, the title says "Into Enemy Hands" and that is over but...
Zaarin's still out there, Parck hasn't seen Thrawn, yet,...
IT'S YOUR TURN!
Tell me if you want me to continue.
Like I said, my story as I planed it when posting the first chapter is over but I'd like to
do some more - IF YOU WANT IT!
Thus, tell me, will you?
(Tell me to stop, if you like, but I want to know.)
If that's the END, then a very warm THANK YOU to everyone who's read this fiction.
And thanks for accepting my very 'special' kind of english,
it's only my second foreign language...
A VERY, VERY, VERY big hug to my reviewers throughout it:
SilverWolf: I said it before, you're my most frequent one and I was so glad to have
someone like you reading this fic and sending your comments and all.
And you were reviewer NO. 1! I was so glad back then.
Romashka: See, he's not dead (simply could't do it!) and I DID finish this one!
HA!
Robin: I am glad you liked it; I tried hard with this one, you know.
Thanks, fellow Gladiator-fan!
Vanessa: You said there weren't enough Thrawn-fics... well, now there's one more!
(I won't say a good one, but I like it!)
Elizabeth Rouseau: Thanks so much! Maybe I should try a Harry Potter-fic next time?
Crystal: I said it before: So far the only one to add my fic to a favorites-list.
I'm so proud!