Kuma Lisa pov
It took Ezra two days, TWO FLIPPING DAYS, To learn how to eat like an actual person, he used his hands for pasta. Dear God I pray he was doing it to insult Thrawn otherwise the Ascendancy is in trouble. Ezra's antics and escape attempts were a near constant forcing me to stay within an hour of Thrawn's penthouse apartment on Nar Shada. Luckily I was stationed on Hutta so it wasn't a long trip in my little Tie style jumpship. The hardest part of the whole deal was listening to Ezra's sarcastic comments every time I kicked his rear end in. He is lucky Thrawn needs him intact, otherwise his hand or tongue would be hung up with in my ship like a lucky rabbit's foot.
But other times like now is fun, where I get to see my master, Thrawn, give the brat the torture he deserves over the security broadcast. For about half an hour Thrawn has been chasing the rebel around the room trying to pin him down long enough to make him change into a black underbust corset top, green skirt, and black tee Nyra had forgotten on one of her overnight stays.
Ezra, forgetting his restraint went for the door when one of the guards got curious and opened the Bedroom door about the commotion of shouting and scampering feet. Thud. The energy restraint did it's job and he fell flat on his face, Thrawn immediately took advantage and planed his knee firmly in the boy's back.
"Bind 'her' feet!" He shouted to the guard at the door.
Soon as that was done the two men picked Ezra up and sat him down on the foot of the bed. With the guard holding Ezra's arms, Thrawn maneuvered the billowy green skirt up to his thighs before having Ezra stand so he could zipper it around his waist. Next came taking off the sweaty tank top which Ezra fought viciously, managing to give Thrawn a bruised lip and the guard a black eye. once off, Thrawn flipped the writhing mess of a boy face down and wrapped the underbust corset around his waist so he could lace it. Within moments the kid was being cinched in.
"Nope, no, not ghasp happening. I can't breathe" Ezra whimpered, but Thrawn only pulled the strings on the back of the body shaping clothing tighter around Ezra's waist and lower ribcage
"Good, just means you will be a bit slower to exert yourself." my master laughed.
the teen only scowled, no longer having enough energy to argue as my master, satisfied with the tightness, tied it off. Pulling a black push-up bra out of nowhere he threaded it along Ezra's arms and clasped it at the loosest hook. (Not how those work) He allowed Ezra to put the shirt on himself, dreaming the embarrassment he already felt was enough. All done with the big pieces, now came the details like hair. Ezra's hair was a short fuzzy mess, and Thrawn dismissed the guard. then decided to sit Ezra down on his lap to brush it with the comb he left on the hope chest at the foot of the bed, the boy was squirming from being picked up at first, but eventually Ezra settled down to catch his breath…
"Kuma! Where are you?" Vixen, the team brute yelled.
I shut down the broadcast quickly before popping my head out of the top of my jumpship. "In here!" I called "What's up?" I asked innocently,
Vixen gave me a huge smile, "Team meeting! We found some leads on the Padawan's disappearance, Angel, Sekhmet, and the others are already waiting at the table!"
Thrawn won't be happy about that. Time to knock them of the trail. I jumped out and followed Vixen into our house.
Thrawn POV
Thrawn POV
(BTW Thrawn is in his workout clothes)
The comb slid easily through Ezra's hair, although I could feel 'her' tense with every stroke. "Doesn't that feel better than your filthy pajamas? You do still need to take a bath though Ezra." I asked my little rebel. "You haven't had one since I picked you up."
"You had no right to sponge me down like that, or make me dress like this" Ezra hissed, yanking at 'her' skirt.
"I might let you pick your own clothes if you behaved, such as not punching me in the face. How about a deal, I will let you change into PJ pants early if you take a bath." I tried bargaining, but almost lost Ezra as 'she' tried to scramble off my lap.
"You won't try and watch,"
"I've already seen your body. If you want you can take a bubble bath so even if I did walk in on you, I wouldn't see a thing."
"And no girly panties. Hera made me do laundry. I will not wear something that folds to fit in my palm."
Lucky for him I don't have much of anything to give 'her', so far I've had problems with finding suitable underclothes. Although my ex left some outfits, only the one bra remained in terms of lost underclothes that fit adequately. And it's not like I could shop for such things alone, but I did find something fun.
"That reminds me, I just bought you some, special bits of underclothes," I said, doing one last stroke before letting Ezra off my lap onto the bed.
I got up and grabbed a silver gift box out of my own underwear drawer. Stepping back to my prisoner, "Here, I didn't know how to give you this." I offered, dropping the box in her lap.
Ezra eyed me suspiciously, but 'her' curious nature got the best of 'her' as 'she' ripped off the lid and peered at the contents.
"The hell is this thing? Sabine has one of these, although it's a lot thinner" Ezra gasped, lifting the top item out. It was a soft two-lobed silicone that matched Ezra's skin perfectly.
"It's a stick on bra, a 'b cup' to be exact."
"Eww." 'She' groaned, dropping the offending silicon before picking it back up. "That's actually kinda hot", he continued, clearly thinking of his crewmate.
'She' thinks my brain is in the gutter, "good to know you like it, now how about the other thing?"
"Boxers? With padding, you got me fake boobs and bulky guy's underwear."
"Ordered them from the net. The boxers are called a flat-front, some crossdressers use them to smooth out any 'unwanted bulges' and this one adds a bit to your hips for a more pronounced figure." I told 'her', eyes slightly hooded from the image of a much more feminine Ezra sitting on the edge of my bed,
"Don't look at me like that, I'm still too young for you"
"Relax, I'm not going to force you into any more than a kiss Ezra." I paused for a moment, looking my pet over. "Ezra, it's a gender-neutral name, isn't it?"
"Does it matter? I'm already your dress up doll, but you can't mess with my name"
"I also can't marry a known rebel. The new identity I want to make for you is for documents and politics. I promise you will still be Ezra in private, although Bridger will probably change to Nuruodo or something."
"Mite'zr'auruodo? That doesn't work for me."
"Your pronunciation is surprisingly correct, but you're right about it being an inadequate fit. You look more like a Jasmine to me."
"No" 'she' stated
"Savanna?"
"Meh" a quick 'shug' flicked off 'her' shoulders
"Turquoise?"
"Would help if I could spell it." 'she' laughed
"Rose?" I asked hopefully
"Not a bad name, but not mine."
"Amber? Ruby? Sky?"
"Sky, short, easy to remember. Too color related. Why are they all colors?"
"Short, easy, not a color... Emma?"
"Least hated of the bunch. It's like my actual name so I guess it works for me." 'she' shrugged. Easier than I thought to get 'her' to accept a cover name.
"Now who is this Emma? She needs to pass general inspection as well as not ruin my career, and I am too old to marry a teenager. I want to say 28 or so but it doesn't suit you to be more than a decade older than you are now, so 21? I'm still older but not as inappropriate."
"So I can drink? That's fine with me. What else about me are you changing you blue bastard." my mate sassed, head resting on 'her' hand, currently amused by the idea of a new identity.
After a glare I continued, "I've been living on Nar Shada for a while, so meeting you here works"
"Except I know nothing about this planet and if I get caught in a lie I'm probably going to be executed. Hopefully with you in front of the same firing squad." Ezra joked with a wicked smirk.
"Morbid, yet a good point. The same home planet then. And a slightly less anti-imperial backstory. Does orphaned by fire work for you?"
"Try a gang, more realistic." Ezra added, a bit less humorously than when we were guessing names.
"You certainly hate the Empire... on a happier note, when is your birthday Ezra?"
"Mpr dy" 'she' mumbled to the floor too softly to be understood. 'her' shoulders slacked submissively
"Can you repeat that sweetie?"
With a burst of rage 'she' met my eyes, "Empire Day. Same day they took my parents away. Same day You took my family from me. Imperial Garbage." 'She' stood ready to attack.
I planted my hands firmly on Ezra's shoulders and sat him back down on the edge of the bed "I had no involvement with your parents. Although I must admit, you have the most ironic birthday I could ever imagine for a rebel"
"Ironic? Not artistic?" Ezra growled, no longer in 'her' usual joking tone.
"Ezra, I'm sorry. Please just, Ah! " I tried to reason with my pet, but I could feel the rage bubbling up until it climaxed and Ezra tackled me to the hard wood floor.
"I am not a piece of art for you to study so you can destroy my friends. I will never be a mindless tool of the empire like you." he yelled attempting to pin me down.
"Except Ezra," I said as I reversed the pin, now Ezra laid on 'her' back beneath me, "The Empire doesn't know about you, otherwise I would have simply edited your existing identity so you were no longer a male rebel, instead of paying splicers to make you a brand new one. And if we get caught, I WILL be tied to the post beside you for execution, like you said."
Ezra went quiet for a moment, "what the? They don't know about me?" He whispered, his sapphires staring deep into me in confusion.
Loosening my grip on Ezra I sat up straddling 'her' waist, "No, my little rebel, only my personal staff knows about you."
"Explains why I haven't been interrogated, unless you count almost drowning me on day one." 'she' sighed, "Still doesn't change what you did or what you are going to do in the name of the Empire."
"I told you I was testing the inhibitor bracelet. Not to forget I have to keep up appearances, but let's make a deal, I can allow up to a third of any enemies to escape me, I'll further minimize civilian casualties, and I promise to Never ask you about the rebellion or your crew sweetheart, all I ask is that you play along in public. Will that work for you?"
"I still hate you" 'she' grumbled with a nod
"Understandable. We should get started with today's lessons, I have a gala coming up in a few weeks that I want to bring you to." I said getting up the rest of the way.
In hopes of mending what little trust we had made in the last couple days I offered my hand to Ezra, at first 'she'refused, adjusting 'her' position so 'she' sat cross-legged and stared up at me, sapphire eyes swirling with a typhoon of emotion. Ezra doesn't seem to know what to think of me now that he has seen me to be more than just his enemy. My pet now has to depend on me for every little detail of life. I cook for 'her', clothe 'her', I'm the only one Ezra has been allowed to converse with as long as 'she's' been in my care. I have done as much as I can so far to have Ezra feel like 'she' needs me, although I'm lucky I don't need sleep as much as Ezra does because getting Ezra to sleep willingly on my bed beside me is a problem. Although it was adorable to watch her snore in the little nest she made out of comforters last night on the floor.
"Living with you certainly will be entertaining Ezra, how about today we study an overview of one of these subjects, Chiss society, class systems, or politics?" I asked, my hand still held out to help Ezra up
"I'm exhausted today, can we just sit in different rooms for a while?" Ezra grumbled accepting my hand after slipping on the skirt.
"No Ezra. I'll go easy on you today but I have only so much time left on leave before my staff has to continue your lessons. Politics is the most immediately necessary so we will start there."
Still thoroughly irritated 'she' responded: "I don't get along well with politicians, nor have I ever seen it all that useful for anything but slowing us down."
"That, for the most part, I agree with, but it is essential nonetheless. I made a visual presentation to aid your lessons, so fetch your datapad while I pull up the lesson on the holo-player."
"You made a slideshow?" 'She' inquired with the rage mostly drained from her voice, replaced with the familiar sass I've come to enjoy, admittedly a bit sharper. "So I can just watch you yap your head off for the next hour or so." 'She' said as 'she' started toward the pair of chairs and coffee table I added to the room as a lesson space.
I caught 'her' shoulder and had 'her' face me. "No, you still are required to take notes child. I would rather avoid you nodding off while I'm teaching again. You still have some sauce on your face my pet from last time" I said gently wiping off the smudge.
"I'm bored already. Worse than meditating with Kanan." 'She' growled while searching 'her' things for the bright datapad, making a mess
"Ezra..." I sighed, watching the rebel fall into our usual conflict. How the hell does Kanan and Hera put up with his indignance? Not once has 'she' simply obeyed without threat or bribe.
"Bug off and leave me alone."
"Know what? I was just going to skim the theoretics but you are learning posture today too if we don't start this lesson in ten minutes. Where is your datapad?"
"Think I threw it in here somewhere my love." 'She' said with all the sarcasm 'she' could muster, digging through 'her' dresser leaving clothes everywhere.
"I see it on my desk, Ezzy," I chided Ezra, lifting up the datapad he insisted on having me paint 'rebellion orange' "keep it in your nightstand from now on"
"Fine" 'she' grumbled as 'she' tried to snatch the pad indignantly, but my grip stayed firm on the pad
"Rule one of politics, be calm and polite, so what do you have to say to me?"
"please give me my pad" Ezra hissed, still trying to tug the pad from me.
"Not quite. Try again my pet" I cooed leaning into 'her' personal space
"I'm going to bed." 'She' sighed, releasing 'her' grip on the datapad before moving beneath the covers on her side of the bed
I moved the screen to the foot of the bed before laying beside Ezra, remote in hand. 'She' tried to scurry away but failed to do so before 'she' was trapped in my embrace.
"This is comfortable for me, now listen and take notes, this will take at least an hour if you cooperate, longer if you don't," I said turning on the first slide to begin my lecture.
"Kriffing kill me already"
~~~~Time Skip~~~~
Now 'she' nodds off, maybe I should start focusing the lessons to before bed. I already had to shake Ezra awake twice before deciding a more hands-on approach would be more effective.
"I have only a little more leave left, and although watching you sleep is cute, it's not productive." I stated flatly to the half-conscious padawan. "How does your master get you to listen?"
"He throws stuff at me. Usually an empty carton or some things from the junk bin" 'she' shrugged, "or has me balance on the top of the ghost while it's flying. Stuff like that."
"And you are certain they were not trying to kill you," I said trying to hide the shock of how careless the ghost crew seem to be "none of the Jedi texts I have read have such techniques listed."
"You have Jedi books?! Kanan and I would have killed for one of those!" he shouted dispute me being only a foot or so away
"Please don't yell." I sighed, "We can look at one pertaining to this lesson later, but for now let's try some practice scenarios. I need to see if any of my lessons is getting through to you."
"we still have time to go sit in separate rooms today, I'll take the kitchen where there are knives and food." 'she' said licking 'her' lips
"I'll order food if you're hungry, but we have work to do. First scenario, we are at a nice restaurant ordering food, how do you tell Me, the nice waiter what you want?" I asked, hoping hunger would win over 'her' cooperation.
Per usual my hopes were worthless. After thinking for a moment Ezra summoned up a horrible imperial accent "Servant! Fetch me a large medium rare bantha burger and fries loaded with enough cheese to kill me," he paused for a moment to stop himself from laughing before adding "please?"
"Again. This time without the accent or the deathwish."
"But those are the best parts!"
"Do you want lunch or not. And since you are a civilian you would call him sir, not servant. Please just cooperate, brainwashing is expensive and results in a disinteresting mate."
"Fine, but I want a burger and Chinese food*" he sighed before sitting up, I nodded in favor of the request Chinese food* was what I have been craving anyway "Sir, may I please order a burger without cheese, fries, and a variety of Chinese food, preferably mild?"
"You have been paying attention," I smiled, "I'll come in the orders quickly then we will do a couple more."
"I'm not uncivilized, it's just you're fun to torture. My turn to make a deal, if I 'behave' and play along for 5-6 rounds, I get access to the Jedi texts whenever I want."
"Make that all 15 and you can spar with my training droids using one of the practice sabers I recently acquired too." I bartered. "Or me if you want a challenge."
"Deal, so long as we take a break when the food gets here."
(A/N it's the space equivalent of Chinese food at least. I want to say it's actually something else but that's what I'm visualizing)
~~~~Time Skip~~~~
The pair had moved into the dining/sitting room where the food containers sat on the table, they were laughing after the Chiss spilled half the soy sauce on himself during their 14th scenario,
"Ok, ok... I guess we are good on that one, although next time offer the person who spilled something to clean themselves up with rather than laughing."
"Unless it's you, fine. What's next after dealing with a drunk..." 'she' paused to correct 'herself' "someone who is intoxicated, at the gala."
"It's amazing how mature you can be when you see fit my little rebel, lastly we are going to rehearse how you are to react to meeting my superiors. I'll play Tarken for a moment, then possibly Lord Vader. It's unlikely you will meet Emperor Palpatine but he knows you as a lowborn alien so some formalness is all he will expect from my lover."
"I'm not an alien or your lover though. Other than the blue hair I look completely human?"
"We will find a solution, but your alien status is the only reason I can keep you. Human-Alien courtship is illegal in the military. And the lover part will come when you're ready my love." I said, sealing my statement with a kiss on Ezra's hand.
"Oh," Ezra blushed, pulling back 'her' hand, "so meeting your bosses, that's going to be absolutely terrifying."
"Just keep your back straight, answers simple, and be respectful. Even if things do go wrong I should be a big enough chess piece to protect you."
"Alright kebiin di'kut, I'll play angel for a little bit longer." 'she' said straightening into proper posture. must watch Kallus or someone, looks like I can cross posture off the list. "So set the scene already, I want to check out your spar-bots!"
"kebiin di'kut? I am not a blue idiot." I chided to Ezra's bewilderment, "Don't look so shocked Ezra, I was stationed on Mandalore for some time."
"You know Ryl too then? First time we met was on Ryloth." Ezra recanted.
"Yes. Back to the task at hand." I stated, standing up and backing away a few steps, "I've stepped away from you for a moment, likely to talk to one of the other admirals or General Veers, and Tarkin approaches you in hopes of trying to see if anything about you can be used to his advantage. So now I'm Tarkin, 'Good evening miss...?"
"Emma, sir. Emma Brigiet, and good evening to you too Grand Moff Tarkin."
"Miss Brigiet, I hear you caught the Grand Admiral's eye." I cooed, a bit excited to get 'Emma's' opinion of me.
Ezra feigned a blush and pushed a nonexistent bang behind 'her' ear "Yes, he and I have been courting for a bit. I do admit I do my best to stay back from his duties, they will always come first."
"I see, is that why we are only meeting now?"
"Partially sir, he was trying to protect me from being kidnapped or used against him by pirates or other rabble. But if we are to start discussing having a family then I have to leave the shadows."
"And how about your history? Where are you from?"
"I'm from Lathol sir. I've never done much, I worked at a food stand and supported myself for as long as I can remember." Ezra said convincingly
"Really? What did you sell?" I prodded, trying to get 'Emma' to prove consistency in 'her' story.
"Varied based on what was legally available but we almost always had fruit pies and nutri-packs. Although our best seller was Spiced Mynock Wings. We sold out every time." 'Emma' smiled, now fully enwrapped by the character we built. "We met when he was on shore leave and graced my stall with his business. Humorously we were out of wings at the time but I was so starstruck I offered to make him a special batch."
Thrawn's favorite street food. So that's how you won him over. Does your family approve?
That I landed an attractive, successful man like him? I think they would have.
So they are no longer with us?" Emma nodded solemnly "my condolences miss Brigiet."
"Thank you, I'm fine. How about you? Your family doing well?"
I'm surprised that was how Ezra chose how to change topics, "rather well, actually. Perhaps you would like to meet my daughter, she's about your age." I said, testing how Emma would react to such a curveball.
"I would love to! It would be nice to meet a potential friend. Just let me tell the Grand Admiral where I'm off to, he gets nervous sometimes."
"Don't tell him that, just leave me a note or comn me, and it's not your place to make him wait."
"Noted, but what if he leads me out of the ballroom and into someone's private quarters?"
"Stay 5 steps behind him and don't go in anywhere secluded unless you see the girl. And if anyone tries something like that tell me, I will do everything in my powers to keep you safe."
Back in character" Ezra sighed "I would love to!"
"She is just over here, Dianna!"
Hello! I'm Emma Brigiet, it's a pleasure to meet you! Then I keep the conversation to art, music, fashion and if I have to be political the 'love is love' movement level seriousness, no war talk or rebel speak." Ezra smiled before adding, "Lying to imperials is fun."
I allowed myself to smile at the remark, amazed at how bright a partner I managed to stumble upon. Softly shaking my head "situation over, we can skip Vader. He's the same as Taken but more submissive." I sighed adding "What a strange turn of events my dear...
Ezra scoffed sarcastically "A rebel speaking like a senator?" 'Her' eyebrow raised.
"No, my pet." I answered, most of the senators are also rebels "It's just that a human taught me all about the Empire's politics, now I'm teaching you. This human Eli and I were extremely close, he was my closest friend and ally, although I must have said something that sounded like we could end up as something else, in his eyes... something more. I couldn't handle when he finally confessed to me," he kissed me "because I held no such attraction to him or any man, and I told him such in an expressively shallow way. He left the navy as a result..."
"And now you are planning on marrying a guy" Ezra quipped.
"Technically, yes Ezzy."
So am I going to be dealing with a jealous ex or...
It's horrid that I wish you did, at least my aid would be around again. "Eli found someone new since then on a planet called Earth, a red-eyed Quiveran I believe." I tried to reassure Ezra that our situation isn't going to get much more complicated. "I miss having such a close...friend...around."
"I'm sorry" Ezra offered "I want to go hit stuff now. Possibly You?"
"I'll get the training room ready. Grab stretch pants from the bottom drawer of my dresser"
"Why? Don't think I could kick your butt in this?" Ezra sassed
"You can't even walk properly. Now get going, I need to calibrate the sabers and we are sparring in whatever you are wearing when I'm done."