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Escape Plan One - The Art Dealer Con

I had been caught. That was all part of the plan.
The man himself Grand Admiral Thrawn was standing in front of me, Kalkori in on hand, the other behind his back. His posture like he had a durasteel pole rammed up his backside. His office was spacious with art dangling from the walls like hunting trophies. I was freezing cold, at first I thought he did it on purpose to make people uncomfortable, a classic Tarkin-esque power move. But then I remembered he was a Chiss.

I kept my head down, looking afraid of the two Chimaera security personnel that clung to my elbows, Death Troopers. All that training and guarding one of the most famous men in the galaxy, and they were still about as bright as the lighting in Thrawn’s office. I had already disabled the stun cuffs right under their noses. They were essentially just bad jewellery at this point. I could take out the guards just as easily as the binders, but I'd rather they escorted me like royalty to the low security detention block. My heavily customised Headhunter z95 was hiding from the sensors in the ship’s own gravity shadow, with an R4 droid waiting for the signal to cut a hole through the hull.
I would walk right out. It was going to be delicious.

"She was attempting to take the Kalkori when we apprehended her in your office, Sir." The short sharp voice of a typical Imp bootlicker. They all screamed the same, whether you stabbed them in the chest with a viroblade or threw them down a reactor shaft.

Thrawn said nothing, but took a pace towards me, his red eyes glowing in the dim light. Not for the first time, I wondered what the kriff an alien was doing working for these homophobic assholes. He couldn’t be that smart if he hadn’t worked out they would kill him eventually. That’s if I didn’t. Depends how messily this ends. I’d be doing him a favour, really. I’m a lot nicer than whatever the Emperor has planned.

"How did she get aboard?" Thrawn's heels clicked on the polished floor he started to circle me. I faked a tremble, feeling like an actress in a holo drama. I was pretty sure Thrawn's reputation was all bluster, another Imperial with a mind tied by regulations. I was disappointed about how easy it had been. Where was the challenge?

"We believe she smuggled herself on board when Captain Pellaeon returned from Lothal."

Wrong and wrong. But I'd sliced the security footage to make it look like that’s what happened.

"Thief," the Grand Admiral finally spoke, his low voice filling empty air in the room. "Why did you choose this piece, I wonder?" His smooth tone seemed to have an effect on everyone on the room except me. The Death Trooper’s grip became unstable. I would have to save that information for later. Thrawn made all of his staff uneasy. Was it fear, intimidation? Or did they just hate being led by an alien?
Whether there was a tiny bit of resentment or not, they were definitely all afraid of the tall Chiss in his perfectly ironed whites. Their fear doesn’t bother me. I’ve never met an Imperial yet that wasn’t a coward, they all shivered behind the two psychopathic force users at the top.
Kill Vader and the Emperor the whole system would collapse. The Empire would be left with Tarkin, a guy with a ‘my weapon is bigger than yours’ kink and a perchance for shagging his stormtroopers....and this guy. Let’s see what you’ve got, Thrawn.

"It is not the most valuable in my collection. The ysalmari statues would fetch a higher price."

I did it to fuck with you Thrawn. It was stupid of me. I should have picked the expensive one, it fit the art dealer personae better. But my ego wouldn't let me.
I kept my eyes on the Twi'lek doll but didn't speak. The more information you give a man like this, the more weapons he has, accent, emotions all show in the voice. Watch the doll, let him think its about the art. Don’t worry about the reason I’m really here.
I had strategically put paint on my collar, a trace of pigment on my sleeve. Come on Thrawn notice the details. It's what you are famous for. I'm an art fanatic, harmless, here more by luck than skill. I headed straight for your office. 100% promise, swear on the lives of everyone on Alderaan that I didn’t do anything else to your ship. Put me in the low-level detention block.

"Speak, Thief" Thrawn commanded without raising his voice.

"She has not spoken since we captured her, Grand Admiral. We are not sure she can." The Death Trooper whined.

"She can," Thrawn took a step closer, his nose close to my long hair. He took a deep breath. "She is choosing not to. Take her to detention level 3a."

Kriffing yes!

Thrawn turned to look out the view port clasping his hands in the curve of his spine, his crisp white uniform showing off his broad back. Looks like you’re just a pretty face after all, Grand Admiral. Such a shame.

"Very Good, Grand Admiral."

The one of the Death Troopers awkwardly lifted my bound hands up in the air. The guard holding my left elbow attempted to move my elevated arms to manoeuvre me out the door.

Not bothering to turn around, Thrawn held up a palm calmly. “Wait."

What the....

"Bring her back."

Shavit.

I was bundled back towards Thrawn. I didn’t have the Force, but I had a really bad feeling about this. I attempted a pathetic struggle, staying in character.

"Hold her" The two Death Troopers took my shoulders.
Thrawn took off his impeccably white gloves slowly. Not rushing an iota, despite the fact his prisoner was ‘supposedly’ fighting for her life between two guards. He grabbed my hand at the wrist with bare blue skin, his grip was surprisingly firm for the upper echelons of Imperial Leadership. They normally preferred to hide behind a blaster or rows of stormtroopers, but then again, Thrawn was a Chiss. They weren’t infamous in the Unknown regions for being warm and fuzzy.

He ran my fingers under his nose, I could feel his breath on my fingertips. Then suddenly The Grand Admiral took my index finger in his mouth. His cool tongue wrapped around the length of the digit, eyes were closed as he did it, as if he were savouring the taste.
I didnt know how to respond. I wanted to slap him, but it would have been a bad time to let him know my hands were free. At the same time, the caress was gentle and something in me shuddered.

What the kriff?

Then he sharply dropped my hand as if it was poisoned. "Jogen fruit. The Kalkori wasn't her target. She's been at workstation 34 in the command tower."

The workstation had a kriffing sticky keyboard, the area had been a mess in general. Bits of ration pack all over the place. It looked like it had been used by a Gamorrean. Whoever worked there must have had a thing for Jogen fruit and had accidently dripped the juice on the surface. Thrawn had obviously written the guy up enough times to remember and had a sensitive enough nose to catch it on me.

Oh well. My cover was blown. I shoved the binders into the head of the man to my left. The Death Trooper dropped like a sack of bantha fodder. The other Imp had the shock of his life when the button on the console on his wrist failed to send me into painful convulsions, and the bracelets clattered uselessly to the floor.

One down, two to go. Getting off the ship was going to be a tiny bit harder than I expected. But definitely not impossible for a pro like me.

"Go" Thrawn pointed to the remaining Death Trooper. "I will handle this. Find out exactly what she has accessed."

I raised my eyebrows at the ego of the man. Okay, so the Jogen Fruit move had been…...okay. But hand to hand combat was another. He had no clue who he was dealing with.

"Sir."

"Do not make me repeat myself, Lieutenant.”

Thrawn's stance changed imperceptibly, his weight shifting to the balls of his feet.
The Chiss undid the top button of his jacket as if this was a friendly sparring session rather than enemies fighting to the death. "Do you mind?"
I shook my head in bemusement.
He continued to slowly remove the starched white tunic, each move purposeful, but not taking his eyes off me. "Thank you, it can be restrictive"
His tight black undershirt left nothing to the imagination, the long sleeves and stiff fabric had hidden his muscular frame. I had spent time in the Unknown Regions looking for a rogue Jedi Master for my employer (who frustratingly turned out to be right on our doorstep) and got to know the area well. Chiss generally didn't mix with other species, so I had no idea if they all came in this shape or if Thrawn had worked to maintain the form. Because he was disgraced I had assumed he was a less than adequate warrior, but I might have made a miscalculation.

"What is your name, Thief?"

Would you like the key codes to my ship, my genetic data and home world location as well? I glared back, waiting for him to make the first move. Staying silent.

"Very well, let us begin."

Thrawn exploded with speed I hadn’t expected from a man his size. I blocked, ducking trying to turn his height into a disadvantage, but he was sprightly on his feet and had no trouble getting out of the way of my attacks.
Giving up on that tactic I aimed to numb the nerves on his dominant hand, hoping that Chiss physiology was vaguely similar to humans. I tried forcing him to block using the same part of the arm each time, but he soon saw through the technique and switched. He clearly had trained with his non-dominant hand and I barely noticed the difference.

"Are you finding this enjoyable? Thief?"

I threw him a caustic smile. He could see in the infrared spectrum, but there was no way he could tell the flush of exercise from anything else. Its not like he was in perfect shape either. Sweat was beading on his forehead. Thrawn's perfectly upright hair was mused, one blue black lock had flopped in front of his face. He kept trying to brush it back between strikes. Smoothing a bare hand over his crown. Is that piece of hair particularly problematic, Thrawn? Did you spent a lot of time training it into place, only for our encounter undo all your hard work?

Yes, I was having fun. The fight was like a chess match. But I was still going to win, I always won

The back wall was getting closer. The Grand Admiral was using his size to herd me into a corner. I had to get out of this office, but the door was getting further away.
I looked up looking for an air vent, and that also was on the other side of the room.

Kriff.

"Is there a problem, Thief?"

Time for a gamble. I had been slow and cautious so far, he wouldn't expect it. I stepped close to him, and I felt his breath quicken, grabbing the material in my fist. I brought my right leg past his wrapping it around his knee so he came off balance. Forced onto one leg, with a push from the hand at his neck, he fell to the floor.

Well, that's how it should have happened.

As my calf made contact Thrawn leaned to the left and brought a flat palm to my chest. He stepped back and used his hand to expertly twist my body. As I fell, he came with me, his other arm cradling my head preventing it from colliding with the durasteel floor.
He landed on top on me. His red eyes were less than an inch from mine. "Where did you learn Teräs Käsi, Thief?"

Thrawn’s martial arts knowledge extended further than Echani, the fighting style taught to Imperials. He had recognised my move well enough to know what specific counter to use against it.
More importantly, where did you learn Teräs Käsi, Thrawn? It seems we were both learning about each other.
The Chiss hadn’t moved, his superior weight pinning me to the floor. Time to play dirty….dirtier.

"Rcisah, Mitth'raw'nuruodo" The first words out of my mouth were ordering him to stand in Cheunh. I wasn't fluent by any means, but I had learned enough for the mission purposefully to mess with his head. Just in case. I was (almost) genuinely caught now and as soon as they checked that console, it would be very tempting to shoot me. I needed to make Thrawn want to rinse me for information. Throw me in the cells. Go on. I dare you.

The words landed. This close to the Grand Admiral, I could see his eyes narrow. Let the games begin.

He grabbed the collar of my black fatigues and pulled me to my feet. "Who," he rolled each word over his tongue, “are you, Thief?"

I smiled, curling the corner of my mouth only, back to being silent. For now, he can stew on those two words. Besides, I didn’t take orders from Imperials.

There was a hiss as the door opened.

It was Captain Pellaeon, he looked very flustered. "She accessed everything sir, command codes, shield modulations, self-destruct codes, weapons specs. She used the Kalkori as a distraction to transmit the data packet."

Yeah, I did! Pellaeon looked like he was going to empty his bowels and stomach simultaneously, right there on Thrawn’s shiny black floor. It was worth getting caught all for this.

"How much of the transmission did she send?” Thrawn's voice was so soft that it was more threatening than if he had shouted.

I closed my fist and made a 'poof' action. The transmission had more time than it needed, half the point of this encounter had been to distract Thrawn. He had a habit of running unnecessary and unpredictable diagnostics on systems to keep staff on their toes. My employer was going to be very happy with the haul. Once I got out of here there would be a more than healthy sum of credits and a bottle of Whyren’s Reserve waiting for me.

"The transmission was completed sir. She bounced it through several relays, we're trying to trace it. But it may take several days." The signal went to Aphra’s ship and if she had any sense she would be out of the sector by the time the Chimaera calculated the location.

"Search her and take her to detention level 1a. Make sure she is watched at all times."
Thrawn picked up his jacket and began to dress while a group of troopers placed me back in stun cuffs "At all times Captain. Do not take your eyes off her."

I'm still going to escape, Thrawn. No matter how hard you make it. It just makes the game more interesting.

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Escape Plan Two - BOOM

The guy with ashen skin and a grey beard in a grey uniform had done a shit job of searching me. If I was Thrawn I would be livid. He only found one vibroblade, a sonic pistol and a thermal detonator. Pathetic.
I sat behind the force field while Grey scanned his datapad.
I wish there was a chrono in the cells, I wanted to get out just before my second surprise went off. First rule of breaking and entering (especially when it’s one of the most prestigious Star Destroyers in the fleet), always have at least three escape plans. Number one was in the trash compactor. I had two left. From the feel of the ship, we were in hyperspace, and that was bad news. I could not exit to my headhunter in the hyperlanes. I needed to time everything perfectly. Thrawn was going to be upset. I wander what he looked like when he was really crushed. The few Chiss I had encountered in my few years in the Unknown Regions for my employer never showed any emotion, but Thrawn didn’t seem like a typical Chiss. I couldn’t imagine any of them asking for permission to take off a jacket before a fight or wrapping their arms around my head as I fell.

Okay, enough screwing around. Time to get out of here.

“I need the toilet,” I asked in Basic. He wasn’t the Chiss. He couldn’t tell that my Corescanti accent was fake.
“So go.”
“Not with you watching.”

Grey let out an exasperated sigh and swivelled in his chair. Perfect. I felt under my armpit for a small piece of syth-skin, winching as the flap came up and a ball bearing sized ball of Baradium. Who needs a thermal detonator when you’ve got the explosive element? All it needed was a charge, from say….a force field.
I stepped back as far as the cell would allow and used my thumb and finger to flick it into the energy field and ducked.

The explosion was just a smidge bigger than I anticipated.

I pushed through a pile of rubble, it had not only taken down the barrier, but breached the ceiling. I could see into an empty corridor above, I jumped up through the gap, taking the opportunity to get to get to the unguarded turbo lift. I needed to go down several levels. There couldn’t be very long before my surprise forced the Chimaera out of hyperspace and then I could make my escape through the hull of the lower-level detention block as planned.
I’d stumbled upon the plans for the Chimaera when I managed to slice the Kuat Drive Yards. That hadn’t been the target, my employer had wanted accounting information, proof that they were cheating the Empire out of credits. Blackmail material.

But ever since then, I had been desperate to take a shot at it. My employer had held me back, telling me it wasn’t the time. I listened because my employer was the one person in the galaxy that truly scared the living shavit out of me. The Boss had no force sensitivity but kriffed around with Sith Lords and had even learnt how to use a lightsabre. If they wanted something, they were kriffing relentless. It was not a person I would ever cross.
There had been a meeting between the Boss and Leia Organa Solo. It must have gone well because as soon as she returned I was as given the green light. I was so kriffing happy, I went into planning mode, learned Cheunh, and got kitted up.

The tubo lift doors opened and I sprinted down the corridor to the cells. I was readying myself to tackle stormtrooper, but instead, standing at the station, was Thrawn, in the pose I had first seen in him, hands behind his back, shoulders parallel to the ceiling.

“I had expected you sooner.”
“Ezeboli hlusalu,” I replied in Sy Bisti. It was the trade language of the Unknown Regions and I was more comfortable in it. It wouldn’t take long for Thrawn to notice my Cheunh was dodgy if we kept running into each other. But I had faced down all sorts of underworld scum in Sy Bisti. A Grand Admiral would be no problem. It was just as rare in the core worlds.

Thrawn raised one eyebrow “Indeed.”
He thought the ‘premeptive strike’ comment was about his appearance on the detention deck. Nope, it was coming any minute. Hopefully.

The Chimaera rocked, nearly taking both of us off our feet.
“Report” Thrawn barked sharply into his com link.
I tried to dash past him as the reply came, hoping it would distract him. “We’ve dropped out of hyperspace, Sir.”
I wasn’t headed to my ship with Thrawn this close, it still hadn’t been discovered, hidden in the gravity shadow of the Chimaera, magnalocked to the hull. The sensors wouldn’t pick it up unless R4 started cutting through the durasteel. I’m not going to risk my escape route with Thrawn in spitting distance, he could order any number of counter-measures. I was aiming for a ventilation shaft. There was a network that spread throughout the ship. I could disappear, as well as have access to a number of very vital systems. I could cause a lot of chaos to cover my escape.

Thrawn hadn’t fallen for the feign and reached for me as I passed him. His hand clamped onto my waist like a vice and refused to let go.
“Thief, what is in this detention block that you find so fascinating?”
I grappled with the wall trying to pull myself free as he wrapped another arm around me. “What is your name, Thief?” His low voice was so soft that the threat could have been a whispered sweet nothing in a lovers ear. “I do not like repeating myself.”
Tough, Thrawn. I’m not one of your minions.

“You are intelligent,” the Chiss let the words linger, “for a saboteur.” But not smarter than you, Thrawn. That’s what you think. You’re in for a shock.
He kept talking, enjoying the sound of his own voice. “You avoid speaking in your native language or Basic to prevent me from determining your homeworld with traces of a lilt or dialect. You do not engage in idle chat, presumably so you do not reveal unnecessary information about yourself. I take it, then you are aware of my reputation.”
I snorted derisively, wriggling in his grip. This man’s ego was so big, it wouldn’t fit through the hole I had just blown in his ship.
“But your expressions,” he was still holding me, still too close, To maintain the cool Chiss internal core temperature, Thrawn’s skin worked overtime dumping his excess heat, generated from the struggle. I could feel it prickling through my combat fatigues. He leaned in, his face pressed against my hair “And your scent, they give you away, Thief.”
I flushed, cursing myself since I knew full well it would be like a bright red flag in Chiss infrared vision. What the kriff was that supposed to mean, Thrawn?
Then it seemed as if half the crew of the Chimaera flooded onto the detention floor. Thrawn took a step back and I was back in stun cuffs.

“I believe my orders were to ensure she was watched at all times.” Thrawn’s voice remained level, but a muscle in his jaw flexed. He was irritated. I can’t wait until he heard the damage report. I know how much detonite I strapped to the hyperdrive. I had a nasty habit of overdoing it when it came to explosives.
“Since she has escaped from your custody twice, I think it prudent that she be taken to my quarters. I do not wish to have to recover her a third time.”

WHAT?

“Sir” Thrawn’s lacky looked as shocked as me.

“Let me know when you have assessed the damage from her latest escape and report back. That is all.” Thrawn started to walk down the corridor, and I was shoved behind him. This was not the plan. I had memorized every everything above and below all of my targets, the detention block, the hyperdrive, Thrawn’s office, and the command tower. I could walk it blindfolded in a haze of blaster fire. Thrawn’s quarters were on the other side of the ship. I was going onto his turf. I ran through plans of the ship in my head, trying to recall any details. I knew the general layout, but I wasn’t on a par with the Imperials there. The nerfherder had done it on purpose.

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Chatting With A Chiss

We reached the door and Thrawn punched in a keycode, his fingers moved quickly but I managed to catch the last few numbers and make a good guess. A logarithmic spiral, real cute.
His quarters were as dark and cold as his office. Functional, a large imposing desk with a lit work display, a small recreation area with a plush grey sofa and armchair opposite, a black shiny table in the middle. There were two doors which I presumed led to a washroom and bedroom. There appeared to be a few art pieces on the walls, but it was too dark for me to make them out. I’m sure they were great if you can see in infrared. I had expected more from a Grand Admiral’s chambers, but then again, I suppose space was at a premium on a Star Destroyer. A Death Trooper magnetised my binders so they stuck firmly to the table and as Thrawn indicated for me to sit on the sofa.
He dismissed his faithful guards with a wave, they looked as uncertain about leaving him as I was about them going. The door slid shut with a hiss behind them and we were alone.

“Please” He said as if I was a guest. “Would you prefer a change to the lighting level, I have it set for Chiss biometrics, but I am aware that it can be uncomfortable for humans.”
I shook my head and immediately regretted it. He could see better than I could in this light and my pride had just handed him another advantage.
Still, my night vision was good enough to see the ‘Damage Report” alert glowing from his view screen. Thrawn tapped a few buttons, but positioned his body in between me and desk so I couldn’t read any further. It didn’t matter, Thrawn’s spine straightened as he read. Lit by the glow of the screen, his silhouette gave away the subtle rise and fall of his shoulders in a regular pattern. A Chiss calming exercise.

Modulating breaths.

Oh yeah. It was bad. I had used a lot of explosives. I shouldn’t gloat. It could cause another slip up, but it was too tempting. “Tsuntahn?” I asked sweetly in Cheunh.
Thrawn paced silently on the carpet over to the highbacked armchair opposite me. I noticed that at some point during our fight and coming to his room, he had fixed the lock of hair that had been bothering him. “Problem?” He repeated my question in Basic.
“The hyperdrive has been extensively damaged, and there has been a hull breach that has spanned three decks. We will have to travel at sublight for seventy two hours to reach a dry dock where it can be repaired. It will prevent us from meeting up with the Fleet and delay the commencement of a very time sensitive operation” He gripped the back of the chair without sitting, his eyes boring into me. “Have you now achieved your goal, Thief?”

Oops. Literally had no idea. I’m sure I’ve made a rebel cell on some backwater world very happy. My only orders were to get the data and leave. Trashing the ship was probably overkill, but my employer was never too worried about how I got the job done. I tried to figure out where the Chimaera had been kicked out of the hyperspace lanes so I could estimate where he would be heading. Bastion? Urgh. Hardly a holiday destination. I’d rather skip it.
“I’ll let you know when I’m finished, Thrawn” I slipped back into Sy Bisti.

“Indeed.” He let a pause hang in the air for a brief moment, as if he was considering a course of action. Even in the dim light his white Grand Admiral’s uniform cut a striking figure as he posed next to the chair. “Appearing in my office, speaking my language suggests a personal vendetta. Has one of my campaigns inadvertently caused you loss?”
He held the strong form behind the chair, showing off the control he maintains of his body. I bet all the credits I’m earning on this job he practices power stances in the mirror. “Yes, Thrawn, you bombed my favourite restaurant, the chef was so upset, the slime yeast was never the same.” I stayed in Sy Bristi, it sounded so good laced with sarcasm.
“Not that,” Thrawn's inflection rose in amusement. He began pacing back and forth, stroking his chin with those ridiculously impractical white gloves. “Despite the data you stole, perhaps are not with the rebellion? At least not until recently”
I shrugged as if to say, maybe I am, maybe I’m not.
“If the rebellion had someone of your skills, they would have used you insipidly. Your face would be well known to the Empire” He moved around the chair, sitting down on the edge of the seat. He thinks he’s on safer territory now. “You are a mercenary, for hire. Distasteful, but this could present an opportunity for us both. The Empire could make you quite comfortable”

Comfortably dead.

“Nah” I declined emphatically in Cheunh
“No?” He tilted his head like a confused child. Not the answer he was expecting. Thrawn’s opinion, (like most Chiss) of anyone who did that kind of work was clearly low. He probably thought I would at least enquired about the size of the pay off. Like we could be bought at any opportunity for the most credits.
I was back in Sy Britsi for a harsh retort, a little insulted. Pirates and smugglers knew so many better ways to insult people than the uptight Chiss. I’d like to see him try that shavit with the Mandalorians.

“How many languages do you need to hear it in, Thrawn? Or have you been a Grand Admiral for so long that you are not used to being told no?”
Thrawn blinked rapidly three times. “It might be best to speak Basic, there might be unforeseen consequences otherwise.”
“I’ll take my chances with the Sy Britsi.” There’s nothing you can throw at me that I won’t see coming, Thrawn.
“Very well.” He took a deeper breath, letting the air escape through his nose slowly. Modulating breaths again. Am I getting to you? Having problems figuring me out? “So, if you are not here as a personal attack, for profit or for the rebellion, why did you come?”
I bit my lip, and considered whether to answer him “I was bored”. The Sy Britsi sounded smooth rolling off my tongue. It wasn’t a lie, I had wanted to go head to head with Thrawn to see what he was made of.
Thrawn leaned back in the chair, his legs opening slightly in a hyper-masculine pose that men of all humanoid species seemed to know. “And are you now entertained?”

I wasn’t going to feed that inflated Imperial ego. I’m choosing to ignore the Chiss was splayed in front of me. His nails digging into the arm of the grey armchair like its his kriffing throne. I shrugged, dismissing him in Sy Britsi “I don’t know, Thrawn, you got lucky with the Jogen fruit.”
The edge of the Grand Admiral’s lip twisted ever so slightly. “Quite. I stopped your departure from my office to inspect your bindings. I had been curious when you would release yourself from them and attack my Death Troopers. Did you think I hadn’t noticed they were inactive?”
It literally hadn’t crossed my mind. Thrawn had seemed too focused on the Kalkori. “You didn’t seem too bothered.”
“You had plenty of opportunities to free yourself before my arrival. What was your escape plan?” Thrawn’s eyes sparkled, he paused, touching his fingertips together, watching my reaction as the information to dropped. “My staff are currently searching the ventilation systems in detention block 3a.”
I did my best to keep a straight face imagining Imperials in pristine ironed uniforms crawling on their bellies in dusty ducts for absolutely no reason. “Good for them. Why did you decide to fight me yourself?”
Whatever reaction Thrawn had wanted, he hadn’t gotten, he pulled back almost disappointed. Still, he answered my question. “Purely research. I initially believed you to be rebel. I’m still not sure you are not. Sparring with droids can only teach me so much.”
“I thought you said I was too good to be a rebel?”
“I do not believe I said that” He corrected me raising a single gloved finger. “I said they would have used you insipidly. However if you were a recent recruit, that would not be a factor. I prefer to consider every” Thrawn stopped to wet his cerulean lips, “angle.”
“You are trying to get me to give something away. I’m not going to” I was still in Sy Britsi. I’m not sure if the purpose of the conversation was to see how much of the language I knew, if I would slip back into Basic. But I could go all night if need be.

“Why the Kalkori, Thief? There were other pieces that would have been more fitting for your purposes.” He asked me the question for a second time. I’m forcing him to repeat himself. But his observation was true. It was a bit of a Kriff up. It was the closest thing to Thrawn’s desk. I thought it would irritate him, a stranger messing with one of his favourite pieces. But it got under his skin more than I anticipated. I shrugged again, a difficult move considering how my hands were fastened.
“Did you know about the Kalkori’s associations with a rebel cell on Lothal when you attempted to take it?”
By the twitch in his jaw that rebel cell was obviously a sore spot. I wanted to poke it. I tilted my head and blinked innocently. “Are they causing you problems too? Maybe you are not as good as you think you are?”

Thrawn leaned forward with his hand resting on his fist, not rising to the bait, his red eyes glowing with excitement, I thought I had him, but this massive ego had switched it back on me again. “Did you steal it for them? No, I don’t think so. You would not have let it go so easily. I think it was to get my attention. But did you know about its importance before hand. Have you been studying me, Thief?”
“How does your ego make it through those small Star Destroyer doors” My bravado was probably not covering the fact I was turning a bright shade of vermillion. Thrawn had nailed me. I would have been a nerfherder to go into this job unprepared, but the slight smile on his face was as close to a shit-eating grin as a Chiss male could stretch to.
“It is nothing to be ashamed of Thief. It is always wise to know your enemy” He stood up in one fluid motion without needing to push off from the arms of the chair. “Now, back to business. I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive me, but since you have managed to get explosives past two of my colleagues’ searches, I am going to have to conduct a more…” His voice was as smooth as shimmersilk, he spoke deliberately. Thrawn knew exactly what he was kriffing doing, “thorough examination.”

Shavit.

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Escape Plan Thr.....Nope....Nevermind.

“That is not necessary” I spluttered in Sy Bisti. I had a lot of hardware still left on me. Enough to take out the other half of the Chimaera.
“It is absolutely necessary. You have shown a level of ingenuity beyond the usual” He clicked his tongue searching for the word I had used “bored passenger.” Did Thrawn just crack a joke? “With your propensity for destruction, if I am not careful I will have no ship left with which to hold you prisoner.”

That’s kind of the point, Thrawn.

The Grand Admiral stood and was around the obstacle of the table in three long strides, I tried to move away, but I was pinned by the kriffing stun cuffs. I had another strip of wire that would short them out and free me under a synth-skin panel at the back of my neck, but the only time I hadn’t been under constant observation, I had been too busy watching his rear view.
I needed to focus, to get it together. The fuzzy feeling in my head and nether regions wasn’t going to help me get out of this mess.
Deliberately, standing in my eyeline Thrawn pulled off his white gloves one by one, pulling the ends of each finger first before the material came off in one swoop staying the right way round and in shape for its next use. Like everything Thrawn did, it was efficient, and a little bit theatrical. “I will try and make it as brief as possible” He sat on the edge of the glass table opposite me, his knees gently capturing mine, both hands posed either side of my head, fanned out.

“Ktah.” I swore at him in Cheunh but he only looked bemused as if my knowledge of the word impressed him.
“I will begin.” His fingertips touched my scalp, starting at the crown and working their way to my ears. Kriff, he was going to find….
“Ahh.” His long fingers stopped when they felt a light bump. The left hand joined the right to expertly part my long hair. I kept still, kept my eyes closed. “What is this?” He asked, gently unwind the individual strands, doing his best not to tug.
“Microjammer,” I switched back to Sy Bisti, not knowing the words in Cheunh. “Fools your scanners into thinking I’m not carrying a blaster, and keeps me off your sensors entirely if I turn the power up.”

“Hmmm, interesting.” The Grand Admiral unclipped it and examined the small gadget. He was too close, I could smell café and the scent of his soap, it wasn’t the standard issue. Camba fruit and Corellian leather. His probing fingers resumed their search.
“That is all,” I whispered in Sy Bisti.
“You are lying.” His words fell on my forehead in shivery breaths. I needed him to stop, not just because I needed the weaponry, but it was starting to send electric shocks down my spine. In a second, blood would flow to the capillaries on my face and chest for anyone in the room with infrared vision, I would like up like Coruscant during Ascendancy week.

But technically I wasn’t lying, that was the only thing left in my hair.
His arms guided my head into his hard chest as his hands drifted over the top of my skull down the back of my neck. He inspected the edge of my hairline like he was flicking through a stack of flimsy, slowly, one at a time. My head rose and fell in a steady pattern as his chest bore it’s weight.
Modulated breathing again. Thrawn was regulating his breaths, struggling to maintain control. What did he have to be rattled about? It was my skin he was petting, like was I was his tame pet Durni. His finger started to trace further down the ridges of my spine barely making contact. Just enough to raise goosebumps on my neck. “So that’s how you did it, Thief.”

He had spotted the synth-skin. Why wasn’t I moving, why was I laying helplessly in his arms? Letting him discover my secrets. I needed to stay in control, I had one more plan, one more escape plan. I needed to stay focussed to implement it.

There was something magnetic about his voice, it was relaxing, hypnotic. He started easing the edges of the synth skin up. I’d been ripping them off under the noses of his subordinates, leaving a red mark. But he was so much more careful, considerate, peeling it back tentatively.

A clink as the small piece of metal hit the table. “To free yourself, perhaps?”
I nodded into his stiff uniform, managing a groggy affirmative in Cheunh. “Mar.”

“I can see I will have to inspect every inch of you.”

Both hands slipped under my collar, exploring the bare skin of my shoulders. He’s made me so sensitive now that I respond to every motion. I feel the weight of Thrawn’s head balanced on mine. He surrounds me, he is sending me a message with his body. I have you, it is useless to resist. “Your hair has the faint chemical smell of being washed from a refresher rather than water. You spend most of your time in space. But there’s an aroma of orakny bloom which you’ve added yourself. Why did you choose it?”

I didn’t answer. I could barely speak. But Thrawn’s mind had already moved on. His hand paused on the crest of my left shoulder. “Ah, another. I will need to remove your garment to access it properly.”
I didn’t question him, I didn’t point out I could reach it with no problem. I hadn’t placed any of them in places I couldn’t get to in a hurry. He was ready, I could use escape plan three. I’d not expected to need it, but it’s a poor thief that doesn’t prepare for every eventuality.
He moved back and lifted my head with a hand under my chin, giving me longer to protest before reaching for the zip and sliding it down until the fabric parted. The jacket would go down was the elbow, the cuffs preventing it from falling any further, but it left my breasts covered only by a thin camisole, in blue, in that colour blue.
Thrawn’s eyebrow snapped up.

“It’s not what you think” I garbled in Sy Bisti, suddenly coming to my senses.
“That you planned to steal all the vital functions of my ship, damage it, and then leave, all while secretly mocking me?”
“Okay, then it’s exactly what you thought.” I grinned using the alien language. “I expected to be lying on my bunk wearing only this with a cafe in hand by now.”

He leaned back in, his face pressed to mine as he went back to his work, easing the synth skin from my shoulder. “Did you believe my reputation was unjust? I assure you it is not.” I’ve made his ego even bigger, I could feel his chest puffing up against mine. “I caught you, you did not best me.”
The synth skin came away and he showed me the small vial, prompting me to give up its contents. “Xenoboric acid” I confirmed in Sy Bisti.
“This is not wise,” Thrawn chided me like he was telling off a new recruit for kriffing up the hyperspace co-ordinates.

Yes, I was crazy enough to have that on my body this whole time. It could eat through people, but also locks, durasteel, pretty much anything. The vial was re-enforced so it hadn’t broken in the fight, but I can’t say I wasn’t a little scared. I had made sure the shoulder didn’t take the impact when I fell back.
“By removing your,” he paused again, choosing his words, “toys. I am teaching you a lesson in self preservation.” His hands snaked down my back under the blue camisole, there were no more patches down there. But I doubt he would take my word for it.
“And what is your lesson, Mitth'raw'nuruodo?” I changed to Cheunh. It seemed to unsettle him more, and it was a light enough quip that I could pull it off.
Thrawn took my shoulders, his red eyes blazing, “I warned you. There will be consequences if you do not speak in Basic. I only have so much restraint.”
“Are you finding it challenging, Mitth'raw'nuruodo? I stayed in his native language, seeing how far I could push him.

“It has been an exercise in restraint. So you have a choice, Ch'eo vir. Stay as you are and see how far my willpower stretches, or speak in Basic and give me the information I crave and hope that sates me. Although I cannot guarantee I have not already past the point of no return.”
All the oxygen seemed to disappear out of the airlock. Thrawn was getting turned on by the Cheunh and Sy Bisti. The window of opportunity for escape attempt three had just got larger. So I made a daring move and turned my head and kissed him. Thrawn caught on quickly, His tongue swept my mouth possessively making me breathless. “You are trying to distract me from my task.”
Okay...maybe I would delay escape attempt three, just a little. Just a few moments.
“I still intent to finish.”
“I will not stop you,” yet, I will not stop you yet. I made myself look more meek and mild than I felt. I doubt Thrawn fell for it, but he had bested me in combat and was confident he could do it again. That was something I was going to fix when I got home.

Thrawn turned and pressed his thumb print into the stun cuffs. They sprung open. “Good, then we do not need these”
I shook my arms free and the unzipped top that had been resting on my elbows fell to the floor. Great, out of the cuffs.
He watched me for a second, the red eyes almost phosphorus in the dim light. Seeing if I would spring into action, if I would fight. But I’m not that stupid. I need to pick my moment. I should make my exit now, before things went too far, got too heated.
“There is not adequate space here to finish inspecting you properly.”

Thrawn placed an arm behind my head and one under my knees and lifted me close to his chest. Two competing instincts fought inside me, one hating being captured, disliking the possessive nature in which he held me. The other enjoying the feel of his body, his hard chest, the smell of his so obviously black market soap. It sent a thrill through me that the prim and proper darling of the Imperial navy would break regulations. I wonder what other rules he stretched.

He predictably walked me through to the bedroom. Again it was sparce. A grey metal wardrobe, a chest and set of draws in the same metal. And ofcourse a bed with grey sheets. Why is everything on a Star Destroyer always grey? Would it kill them to have another colour? Maybe a red feature wall?
“I will need you to remove your clothing. You may keep.” He touched the hem of my chemise “This on, for your modesty”
Right, Thrawn, for modesty. Absolutely not because it makes you hard seeing a woman in your bed, wearing your colour. Despite darkness it was impossible to miss the bulge in the white of his uniform. I had no idea what he had down there, whether it was a tentacle or another arm, but the shape suggested it wasn’t small.

I did as I was told, and Thrawn watched my every move. When I was only left with the blue chemise he sat on the edge of the bed and took my left arm in his.
Slowly he worked down from the shoulder, lightly caressing with his fingertips. He took his time, not rushing, making sure he covered everything from my bicep to my wrist in long sweeping motions.
Tingles were spreading through me at an alarming rate. I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take. Thankfully he found the patch on my forearm.
“Another, Thief?”
He placed my arm in his lap, dangerously close to the large swell in his trousers. He draws circles around the edge of the synth-skin panel.
“What else do you have for me?” He purred.
“This should have been the first one you found, it is the most obvious” I teased him. “Your Death Troopers missed it completely.” It was a dataspike, a small one, but the round disc was still visible under the soft false flesh. I could have hidden it somewhere less conspicuous.

“I will have to educate them later, currently I have more pressing matters” Thrawn leaned down. His breath was warm on my forearm. Something was obviously raising his internal temperature causing him to radiate heat. I couldn’t restrain a gasp when I felt the slick wetness of his tongue slip under the edges of the synth-skin. He looked up at me, from his position bent over my arm and let his lips curl into a smile, pleased with my reaction and then used his teeth to pull back the fold.
“Hmmm, how did you intend to use this?”
It was a back up, in case slicing into the security system had been harder than expected.
“There are no more” I whispered in Sy Bristi
“Cease lying, Thief. We have seventy-two hours until we reach Bastion. We will achieve much more here if you are cooperative.”
The full seventy two hours? I heard you were ambitious Thrawn.
“There are no more” I left a slight pause, he was going to check anyway, it didn’t matter if I let him think he had a small victory. The more he puffed up the easier escape plan three would be….whenever I could be bothered to do it. “left on my arms.”

The Grand Admiral stood, he put one knee on the bed and swung his other leg over me. He held both hands above my head, even though he had already thoroughly searched one, and ran a hand down the smooth skin of each. “Good girl.”

Heat bloomed in places in it shouldn’t be. Thrawn’s infrared vision would definitely be picking that up. I should move, I should move. Thrawn was ripe for the picking, I could enact escape plan three right now and be on my way home. But none of my limbs seemed to work.
There was only one more panel for him to find, another piece of Baradium on my left ankle. I could just hand it to him. It would end this, then I could kriffing think again, use my escape plan and get home. But it maybe time to admit that thought of thought of the Grand Admiral rubbing down my thighs was making me wetter than a rainy day on Mon Cal.

Thrawn slid a hand in between my legs just above the knee, guiding them apart. He starts at the edge of my chemise, playing with the hem. The room is chilling but his hands are burning and the difference in temperature is another thing that is frying my senses. They move down at a glacial pace, the hands splayed together, fanning out over the surface of my right leg. There’s nothing for him to find, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Look at me, Thief” Thrawn commands. I didn’t realise my eyes had drifted shut. He moves to my knee, lifting it slightly to reach the sensitive area at the rear, cradling my calf. “Hmmm, disappointing.”

He switches sides, to my left, starting at the ankle and immediately finding the last patch. “Ah, I do believe I have found another”. Thrawn rises from a seated kneel to and erect one the bed creaking with his movement, bringing my obedient leg with him. With one hand on my calf and one on my ankle he takes it to his mouth again, licking with a burning hot tongue around the edges of the synthetic glue, probing the edges loose. A careless thumb strokes my calf as he plays. He takes longer this time, watching me for any reaction, I refuse to give him one, but that damn infrared vision of his I can’t do anything about. Then I feel the nip of his bared teeth as they come in to pull the syth-skin free. The Baradium falls to the bed and he picks it up.
“I take it this is what caused such a large mess in Detention Bay 1a.”
I don’t reply, I’m not sure I have the capacity to. He puts the Baradium down on the bedside cabinet and runs his hands up the remainder of my leg, tracing each and every sinew. Finally, he is finished.

Thrawn looms over, and his deep voice lingers in my ear “You did well, Thief. I am impressed.”
He stands and walks over to the sink in the corner and washes his hands, he does it clinically, all the way to the elbow, and between the fingers, like a surgeon scrubbing up. It was confusing, but I was glad for the break in his attention. Despite still needing to use escape plan three, my senses were fried. I needed to think. I needed to come back down to the durasteel floor. Groggily I sat up.
“Remain where you are, Thief. We are not finished.”

Suddenly it hits me, despite The Grand Admiral’s pathological thirst for knowledge, during that strange display, he had not asked me a single question. Whatever else he had planned to get information out of me, it was to come.

Chapter Text

Escape Plan....What Escape Plan?

The Chiss finished drying his hands on a grey standard issue fleet towel and stalked back towards me “I have to conduct the internal examination”
I shuffle back towards the headboard. Its a pathetic attempt at resistance. “If I fight you”
“You will not. The other options are less pleasant. I would hate to have to call an interrogator droid” Thrawn returned to the bed. Crawling on all fours up to my lap, still in his unform. I had to admit, I didn’t mind seeing him on his knees.
“Liar.” I called him out in Sy Bisti. Thrawn was having too much fun, he thought he was breaking me down, playing with me like a Felinx hunts rodus. “You wouldn’t call a droid. Or any of your stupid underlings. You want to do this yourself”
Thrawn took a firm grip on my thighs and pulled me hard so I slid back down the bed. The move had gathered my chemise around my waist in blue shimmering folds. I could only see the top of Thrawn’s head as his gaze focused on the reveal.

“Let us begin.”

He inserted an exploratory finger inside me and I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of any sound. “Interesting, no additional lubrication is required.”
I take back what I said about Chiss not being smug. That was laced with it. Thrawn tried for a second digit and this time I could not help but gasp.
He lightly pushed against my walls. “All clear.” Then he began a deep rocking motion, fucking me deeply with his fingers.
“I thought you said it was clear. Are were done” I murmured in Sy Bisti, trying desperately not to moan, not to give him the satisfaction.
The Grand Admiral tutted, as if he was disciplining one of his subordinates. “I said that I had finished the internal inspection. I have yet to interrogate you, Thief.”

“Is this how you torture all your prisoners?” I hissed, Thrawn’s warm finger’s thrust into me deeper. My hips wanted to move with them, it was an effort to keep them fixed to his unyielding mattress. The Grand Admiral knew a human’s erogenous zones. He had studied too.
“Are you being tortured?” Thrawn raised an eyebrow, “You do not appear to be in any distress.”
Kriff you Thrawn. He was racing me towards my climax. He climbed on top of me and inserted a third finger, stretching me to the point of pleasure. With his head on my shoulder, the Chiss nibbled the lobe of my ear. “What is your name, Thief. I warn you. There will be consequences for denying me this time.”

There were so many pieces of information he could chase. Who I was working for? where had the data packet been sent? But he was laser focused on my name. He couldn’t know how revealing it was, how I would never hand it over.
End this, I thought. End it now. Escape plan three was still a go.

But I was so close to coming. He had me right on the edge. How many times would I get to orgasm on the Grand Admiral’s fingers?

And then he slowed down...pulling me back from the edge.
“I will not let you complete until you give me a truthful answer.” He thrust into me twice, while running his tongue around the outside of the shell of my ear. “But if you give me the information I require you will be richly rewarded.”
I couldn’t keep my hands off him any longer, I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into the rough fabric of his uniform to try and relieve some of the pressure.

Thrawn let out a small chuckle. “Your name, Thief. Let me finish this.” He made it sound so tempting.
Just as the heat relented between my legs his pace sped up, his mouth trailed down from my ear to the nape of my neck. Kriff, it was good. My head went back to give him better access. And then once again just before I crested, Thrawn slowed to a crawl. I whimpered in frustration. “We have seventy one hours until we reach Bastion, Thief. Do not make me waste them when we could be so much more productive. Tell me your name”

“Vah nah csuct’ah ch’ah” I spat in Cheunh. You won’t break me.

The Grand Admiral used his spare hand to stroke my hair. To sooth me as if I were a child. “Shhh. You already have. You broke for me the minute you entered my quarters. It was a delight to watch you crumble, piece by piece. Now I just await for you to realise the inevitable”
It’s a game Thrawn. Its all a game. The winner walks out of here with their ego enact. The data packet, the gaping holes in the Chimaera, its all window dressing. This here, on the bed. This is the real war. I’m not giving you what you want.

He took me to the edge again, to the point where I felt like I was about to crawl out of my skin unless I came.
“Your name. Such a tiny thing” He soothed “Inconsequential. It would be so easy to give in”
No Thrawn, it is not nonconsequential, not at all. You can’t have it.

I’m not even trying to hide my groans now, and Thrawn’s red eyes are like tracking beams watching every time I writhe in his sheets. Judging when I am ready for a change in tempo. I’m no Imperial, I’m not just going to lay here and take it. There’s more than one way to skin a nerf. Removing a hand from his corded shoulder I put it between us and thrust it in his waistband.

Thrawn’s eyes widened in shock. He had not been expecting that.

I had been curious about large bulge down there. It wasn’t a tentacle or a third arm. From what I could tell, it was very similar to a human cock. Except for ridges running along the shaft, and the extra size. It felt very girthy. I did ponder what those differences would do to a human during sex. I’ve got an inquisitive mind……that’s all. Thrawn’s member thickened even more as I started to move back and forth, restricted slightly by those tight regulation trousers.

His mouth pursed. “Is that supposed to distract me, Thief? I am a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Army. This is not the first time a woman with loose morals has tried to use her body to try and persuade me out of my goal. You will not be successful. It is beneath you to use such a basic tactic.”

Oh Thrawn was really pissed. Shoving a hand down his pants got a bigger reaction than blowing a hole in three decks of his Star Destroyer, stealing all the technical specs AND breaking into his office put together. The Chiss are such prudes.
This was the first time I had seen him rant. I moved to the head to check if it was sensitive similar places to a human cock and his jaw twitched. Yup.
The pace of my strokes fell in to match his pulsing fingers. If the Grand Admiral slowed down, so would I. Let’s see how he liked that.
It took him all of two seconds to work out what I was doing. This time when he took me to the edge he moved quicker encouraging my hand to speed up and down his cock. I could feel his chest heave against mine.

“Enjoying yourself Mitth’raw’nuruodo?” I whispered in Cheunh. The power between us had switched now, and he could feel it. The thought of him on top of me, a crumbling mess was enough to make me come all by itself.
“I prefer subservient, obedient women,” Thrawn snarled as I squeezed his growing erection tighter.
“Weak Imperials who simper with at every word, and secretly look at you with disgust because of your skin? I don’t think so.” He was bored too. It had been obvious from the moment he had stuck my Jogen fruit covered fingers in his mouth.

“I assure you. There are many who will debase themselves for me in private, even if they will not do so openly. My needs are well taken care of.” Thrawn manipulating anyone with any power into his bed behind closed doors. That I could believe.
“You are a hunter. A conqueror, Mitth'raw'nuruodo” I said in rough Cheunh “Once the chase is done you are bored. I am only extending your pleasure by denying you.” The Grand Admiral’s eyes flared like twin red stars. I had kriffing nailed him. Had he not realised this about himself?

We were both panting. I wondered if he would stop this time. I could feel myself ascending to the peak, every muscle in my body tightened in readiness but at the very last second, Thrawn stopped his hands dead as if to demonstrate that I was still his prisoner. I did the same, relaxing my hold on his swollen cock. He gave me a fierce look, proper anger, not hidden behind Chiss deference.

“You are wrong.” His denial had taken too long. I didn’t believe him “Your name.”
“Nah” I said in Cheunh enjoying baiting him. It was as much of a turn on as anything he was doing to me.
He took his hand out from inside me, leaving it still throbbing for release. In one move, Thrawn flipped me, pushing my face into the pillow, pulling my hands away from him. Finding it all too much, Grand Admiral?

A hand appeared either side of my head and he lowered his weight onto me, pressing me into the hard mattress. His erection digging into my buttocks with only a thin layer of silk separating us.
“You will learn to enjoy obeying me.”

He ran a hand over my rear, slowly, as if deciding what to do with it, but that obviously didn’t feature in the Grand Admiral’s plans yet. He wanted to break me before he fucked me. He had bent everyone on this ship to his will and he expected for me to go as easily. But, I think he found my exposed rump a little too tempting because he changed our positions again. He threw me onto my side and pulled me back against his hard chest. He wrapped his thighs around me, making it almost impossible to move….almost.

“I see your crew. They shake every time you speak. They don’t look like they enjoy you” I spat in Sy Bristi, I was on the verge of ending this and taking care of my climax myself. But there was no way I was going to let Thrawn off the hook. I would have my pleasure out of him.
“I will make you shake, Thief. We shall see if you like it” But this time, Thrawn stroked my nipples through the slick material. He was intent on leaving the garment on, at least for now. His other hand went back to fucking me.

But if he thought this new pose meant I couldn’t get at him, he was wrong. My hips moved against his hand thrusting him further into me, and pushing my rear into the head of his cock. I rutted back and forth making sure we connected forcefully, but letting his hand set the pace. If he denied me release again, then he would also be left hanging.

Thrawn let out a visceral growl and he tweaked my breast, hard. I didn’t mind. “Desist.”

The Grand Admiral had me in a possessive hold, trying to claim me, trying to show he was the one in control, but he was losing this fight. His cock was at full attention. His control went out the air-lock sometime ago. He might want everyone to quiver before him, but that wasn’t what turned him on.
“Scared you will come before I do, Grand Admiral?” I spoke in Sy Bisti but I used his formal title for the first time, just seeing what it would do. It was worth the foul taste that referring to any form of Imperial rank left in my mouth.

“Enough,” Thrawn jumped up as if he had a Rancor in his head. He stood with his back to me. I sat up on the bed just in time to see the Grand Admiral’s head crack from side to side as if he were reading himself for a fight. No modulating breaths this time. He even from behind, he looked wired, like he had overdosed on stim. “It is even worse than I feared. I believe you can be of service to the Empire, Thief.”
I snorted, but he did not turn around.
“However, you will need to undergo behaviour modification to become a productive member of society.“ Thrawn turned around slowly. He reached down for his belt and began to unbuckle it. “With your permission of course. I cannot help you, if you do not want to help yourself.”

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Escape Plan Three....Finally

Imperial protocols meant that on all naval vessels, contraception (and STI) drugs were put into the water supply, so all the crew was unwittingly on them. Pregnancies and babies on a warship were a big no-no. I didn’t have to worry about any unwanted problems. There was just one question. Did I want to fuck Thrawn? I’ve been on the edge of coming for so long, my body is starving for it. But weirdly, seeing the Grand Admiral’s hungry red eyes looking like they were about to devour me, seeing how unsuccessfully he was covering up his lust, allowed my executive functions to return. He was just a man. Those I can handle.

“You may proceed, but you will not change me.” I said in rusty Cheunh.

Thrawn’s lip twitched. He took off his white jacket and took a hanger out of the wardrobe. “We shall see”. He slipped off his shoes and placed them into a dark recess. “You are already changing, Thief. Reaching your potential. You are the canvass and I am the artist. Like any great work, There are many layers that have to be worked through, many levels. It will take time to become a finished masterpiece.” He folded his trousers and hung them on the same hanger as the jacket, keeping the set together. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you. Illuminated. It is spectacular.”

“Do you approve, Thief?”

Shavit.

Thrawn continued to strip, with renewed confidence, like he was the star attraction in a nightclub on the pleasure planet of Zeltros. I was surprised he could get a nail under the waistband of his black boxer shorts, they were so skintight (That was another thing that was definitely not regulation), but he managed, and slowly they peeled away. “It is a strange quirk of nature. That the Chiss have evolved the ability service the females of another species with more efficiency than their own males. Is it sheer chance do you think?”

Every time I thought Thrawn’s self-importance had reached its peak, he astounded me even more. Now he was one step away from claiming the Chiss had the best penises in the galaxy. Did he want me to give him another tile on his rank insignia?
I mean, it wasn’t bad. I’d guessed most of the differences from feeling around his pants. The head was slightly longer than a human’s, with a shallow slit in the middle, which I’m guessing is where the action happens. Irregular ridges in a deep almost violet blue spiralled up the shaft. It was also kriffing massive.

“I’ve had bigger” I lied in Sy Bisti, any larger would split me in two.

“In my experience, it has a profound effect on human physiology. I expect you to be quite compliant by the time we’ve finished”. Thrawn rounded the bed and came into full view beside me.
“Unless it shoots out spice, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I snarked. It wasn’t the first time a man thought his cock could turn me into a ‘good girl’. Just because the Chiss had the equipment to back up his brag, didn’t mean that he would be able to rewire my brain. He’s still not going to get the answers he wants.
The glow of the Grand Admiral’s eyes lit up his savage smile “We shall see.”

And then he fell on me, his mouth kissing mine hard, reminding my body that it had not yet climaxed, but I wasn’t going to let him spend too long there. That was the one thing that could put escape plan three in danger. Besides, he had other work to do. I pulled back and bit his bottom lip, drawing blood.
Thrawn ran a tongue over the puncture marks “I will punish you for that, Thief”. Despite his protestations, I felt his cock harden against my thigh. Well well, it appears the Grand Admiral has all sorts of kinks he is not aware of.
He pushed my legs apart roughly, causing ripples in the smooth grey sheets. “I had intended to be gentle, the Chiss have exceptional stamina and I had not wanted to make you sore inside.” Thrawn then slid a hand under my one buttock giving it a squeeze. He put his forehead to mine in a gesture that was supposed to be intimidating, but I had been on the edge of orgasm for too long, I just wanted him to stop talking and get the kriff on with it. “But I refuse to ruin you by spoiling you. I will give you what you require, no less.”

Then he pushed his full length into me in one thrust. The bed creaked with the weight of our two bodies in motion.

£^%$”&($!!!!!

I put my fist in my mouth to stop a swear in Basic from escaping my lips.

“Well done, Thief” He crooned softly, “see what we can achieve when we put our minds to it?” Taking something that big all at once, even when I was wet, had been a shock to the system. I lifted myself up to meet his chest and started to lay down gentle kisses on his neck, and then sank my teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.

Thrawn gasped, and grabbed me, pinning me to the bed. “Vicious creature. Like fucking a Loth Wolf” He hissed. His solid thighs began rocking like the motions of Kamino’s rough seas, pulling out of me almost to the depth of that thick head, and then thrusting through his full length. Making sure that kriffing hip bone of his crashed into my clitoris of course. Thrawn was efficient.

My brain turned to mush, again. Those ridges had found every single g-spot (some I knew I had and some I didn’t) as they moved back and forth. My pelvis moved in time with his, as my body reacted to the bursts of pleasure. I couldn’t keep silent, moans escaping my lips, but Thrawn’s face was a mask of concentration, the only noise he had made was when I’d bit him. I could feel his eyes analyzing me, searching for my weaknesses. The pressure built again, every muscle in my body tightening, but this time Thrawn didn’t stop, his width stretched me as his cock continued to grow inside me. And finally, I exploded. From the crown of my head to my toes, it whipped through me, as if I’d plugged my sexual organs into a power coil. Kriff, I came hard.

Not content, Thrawn pushed through my orgasm, pushing at my sensitive insides with his hard head as they pulsed. I threw my head back to call out but nothing came out, my voice had fully deserted me as a second orgasm ripped through without waiting for the other to finish. What the kriffing Sithspawn was that?

When I came to my senses again, Thrawn was staring at me. “Did I not tell you, Thief?”

So the cocky Grand Admiral had skills, but you’d have to put a blaster to my head before I’d admit that out loud. “It was okay” Time to change things up. I’m sick of being a prisoner. I hooked my leg around Thrawn and used gravity to flip him over. Sometimes there were disadvantages to being heavier. Thrawn grunted in surprise.
Now I was on top straddling him. “I prefer it this way” I said in Sy Bisti.

The Grand Admiral glared angrily, “This process is not about indulging your whi…” I sat down on his cock and began rocking back and forth, and shut up.
His hands went to the chemise in his exact skin tone that I chosen so meticulously. It had ridden up on my hips and he bunched the material in his fists, trying to guide me into a rhythm. I ignored him, and put my hands on his shoulders, pressing him into the bed to give myself better purchase. Thrawn’s head went back and I heard a low growl start to rumble in his chest. That was new. “Having fun, Mitth'raw'nuruodo?” I said in his native tongue. I deduced that Cheunh was his idea of dirty talk.

Thrawn didn’t reply, he had his eyes squeezed shut. There were no more grand monologues but his blue lips were parted, exhaling short sharp breaths. His fingers were turning in the fabric of the chemise like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Watching him fall to pieces was bringing me close to another climax. His cock felt GREAT in this position too. “Surrounded by unimaginative Imperials, no ideas of their own, no debate, no argument, no challenge. I bet I’m the best time you’ve had in years”
I bounced down harder on his cock, making our thighs slapping as they collide and he shudders. Getting braver, I take one of the hands from his chest and reach around behind me and give, what I assume is his balls a hard squeeze.
His eyes fly open and the growl turns into a roar. His hands dig into my hips and he throws me into the bed.

“Ch'eo “ He snarls into my ear as he enters me again. Mine.

His arms fully envelop me as he thrusts into me at a merciless pace, pushing with a force that borders on the cusp of pleasure and pain. The bed frame hammers into the metal of the wall, it’s not silent fucking anymore, both of us are crying out into the decks of the Chimaera. I don’t recognize this Thrawn, there’s no smooth vibrato, no deliberate touch. It’s all beast and I’m the prey. I’m revelling in the fact I unlocked it.
Thrawn is close to climax. I can feel every muscle trembling as I through him every time I scrape fingernails down his back. Sweat is dripping from him and that guttural growl vibrates from his chest to
“Who are you?!” He shouts in my ear. There’s no illicit metaphors now, just rage and desire.
I shake my head
“You will tell me everything, Thief!”
His lip come to my shoulder, nipping the skin, marking me as his while his hips pump faster chasing his end. I don’t mind, I’ve shredded his back, left bite marks on his shoulder and his lips. His body is an artwork I’ve painted. I guess I was an art dealer after all.
I’m on the edge now, so close to the peak. I’ll allow myself one more of those powerful mind-bending orgasms and then it’s finally time for escape plan three. Thrawn, you like it better when you lose, when you’re denied. I’m not giving you what you want, I’m giving you what you require, no more. Just as you said.

Explosions rip through me and I see the birth of the galaxy, the Unknown regions, all of it. My toes curl and my fingers dig into his back. Shavit.

“Mitth'raw'nuruodo” I call him by his full name to get his attention. The Chiss removes himself from my shoulder, pushing himself back up to look at me. There’s more than one lock in Thrawn’s eyes now, his hair is mused in all directions, but it appears that he doesn’t care. “Ch'ithe'umi'aco. Nah ch'ithe'umi'aco. ” Sorry. Not sorry.

I bite down on the false crown on my wisdom tooth and kiss him hard, making a tight seal so he can’t escape, as the Silva Thorn powder seeps from my mouth to his.

I see Thrawn’s eyes rage when he tastes the sweet herb. His arms grab my shoulders hard, digging in with his nails as he tries to hold onto consciousness. His red eyes roll back in his head and I guide him gently down to the bed.

You missed one of my toys, Thrawn. Chiss have different reactions to anesthetic than humans. Silva thorn was a plant I stumbled onto in the Unknown regions. Your species have done a good job at keeping it under wraps, but when you hang with smugglers and thieves you learn things. I’m going to have wicked pins and needles but you’ll be out cold for half an hour or so at this dose. Plenty of time.

The rules of this game are that we have to one-up each other, so I pulled the chemise off my head and left it next to him. One last power move to drive him crazy. This job didn’t exactly go to plan, I never normally like having to go down to the wire, plan three is always a last resort. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it this time.
I check Thrawn’s pulse, I’ve never used Silva Thorn before and my intention wasn’t to kill him. Those weren’t my orders. And after what we just did, that would have been plain rude.

I walk through to his living area and put my fatigues on quickly. I grab the loot that Thrawn had taken from me from the table and the bedroom. It was only really the microjammer I needed, but no sense in leaving the rest behind.
Looking up for a ceiling panel, I found the hatch to the ventilation system and crawled in. The Chimaera staff would be done with their searches by now. They’ve given me a nice clean set of passages to crawl through. It was great to meet you, Thrawn. I wasn’t disappointed, but it’s time for me go home.

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Thrawn's Final Words

“Sir, Sir” Pellaeon’s mustache too blurry, too close. Everything was hideously bright. “Light controls set to...” My salvia was thick on my tongue
“Sir, the environmentals are as you left them. The girl. She has escaped. She breached the hull in the detention block. It appears she had a one-man fighter waiting for her. She jumped to hyperspace before we could pursue.”

Of course she did. Clever, clever Thief. I sat up, my head pounding from whatever she had drugged me with. I suspected from the sickly sweet taste of the kiss and the fact she had walked away unharmed that it was Silva Thorn. Even within the Unknown regions, knowledge of its effects is reasonably rare. My Thief’s knowledge of Sy Bitsi was extensive, she knew local slang that is unlikely to have come from a tutor or datapad course. Her Cheunh was....less impressive, but I would have enjoyed teaching her. If I had more time to correct that abominable attitude of hers.

“Not a word, Captain Pellaeon ” I held up a finger, trying to act in control even though I was naked and still as hard as steel. Chiss physiology was different from humans. Once she had started me, it is very difficult to relax unless the matter came to a completion.
“Yes, sir.” Pellaeon’s lips threatened to bend into a smile, but he thought the better of it. He cleared his throat to cover it and hoped I didn’t notice. I did, and I was going to make him pay for it later by running the whole ship through every kind of drill I could think of. It wasn’t just my defenses she had walked through. “Do you need medical assistance?”
“No, that will be all” I need a shower and some cafe, and some time alone to deal with the erection that she left me with. I will not demean myself by going to the med bay for Bacta for the scratches and bites. If they scar then it will simply be a reminder to be more careful in future.

Pellaeon leaves. Thankfully.

I put my hand out to get up, and touch something soft, cool. The blue chemise that looked so delicious on her pale skin. She left it crumpled on the bed beside me as a gift. I picked it up and inhaled it. It wreaks of my Thief, of orakny bloom and her pleasure. If I had taken her fully, there would have been my seed upon it as well. I would have ensured it.

My member hardens to the point of pain at the sight of the shimmery blue silk. I take the chemise into the fresher, not wanting to leave more humiliation in my bed.

In the small durasteel box I grab myself, pumping roughly with one hand keeping the garment pressed against my face trying to suppress the groans lest the sound of my desperation carries past these walls.
Is this what you wanted, Thief? Your Grand Admiral hard and in need, fornicating over your memory?

She did not beat me. I will not have it. It was the opening salvo in a war, and I learned so much. She could have left so much earlier but she wanted me to dominate her. In the end, she will get her wish. The Thief was wrong. I do not like to be denied. Ever.

To have an unoccupied mind is a curse, it can either be left to rot or can cause one to gravitate towards that which is unwise. I am always busy, always planning. And yet I am hardly ever stretched. My Thief, although not as brilliant as I, has the same struggles. She will be back, she will not be able to help herself. The temptation will be too much.
The bite on my shoulder balks as the muscle beneath it works, it feels as if she has sunk her teeth into me anew. I feel her nails in my back as I flex the scratches she left. The next time we meet, I will be prepared for her. Our next encounter will not end with me alone in a refresher. She will be on her back, begging, offering me whatever I desire to fulfill her. Purring my full name in Cheunh to please me.
The image caused me to explode, my seed spurting out uncontrollably in long white ribbons. The war cry that came with it rattled off the metal walls.

Better, not sated but improved.

See you soon, Thief.