Do You Ever Remember That Thrawn Gave That Twink His Personal Diary. As A Parting Gift. Thrawn. Star

I'm glad I could be of service.

I just finished watching Transformers Prime (haven't watch the movie yet) and...when Bumblebee killed Megatron my heart just dropped, and I think that Optimus's did too. When it just panned over to him with his wide optics as he watched the light go out of Megatron's...I saw a glimpse of Orion there.

And with all honesty, I don't believe that he will be able to live without him. Megatron was his mission, in the beginning the war, before it was even a war, Megatronus was there, they fought together, they were brothers. Then the betrayal came and it became about saving his friend and his planet. Eventually Optimus started to just seek revenge, for his brother and for his home. But at the end, I think that Optimus still had hope that he could save him. He wanted to save Megatron. And that chance was taken away from him.

And for the past 4 million years! Optimus' every waking moment has been consumed by Megatron. How would he live once the mission was over? Who would he be? I don't think he's ready to find the answer to that, and I don't think he'll survive to find out. I don't think he can.

Excerpt from The Last Command by Timothy Zahn (1993):

 “But…It was so artistically done.”

Thrawn’s last line starts with the word “but,” almost as if under normal circumstances he would be furious that his plans had unraveled so spectacularly and without him knowing it. Instead, he says “but,” and he says it calmly, with a smile on his face. He can’t be mad, because to him, his opponent beat him with the same level of attention he put into his plans. Because it was masterful and because even he could not have predicted the genius of turning the Noghri against him and then silently infiltrating Wayland.

The irony here is that our heroes actually didn’t put that much thought into his defeat specifically. I would argue that Thrawn’s true opponent was Leia, as it was her skill in politics, negotiation and empathy that both turned the Noghri against Thrawn and got Mara Jade to reveal the location of Wayland. In a way, it was Leia’s art that Thrawn didn’t account for.

This line alone also makes me ask – what does Thrawn really care about? Looking only at Zahn’s Thrawn Trilogy and no other material, it is clear that Thrawn likes to win. He also likes to prove his worth, becoming one of the few high ranking, non-human imperial officials. But more than that, Thrawn loves art and psychology. He craves knowledge, surrounding himself by other cultures’ art in order to learn, to improve and to win.

So, did Thrawn really care about the Empire at all? What was his true motivation? There is little evidence in the trilogy to suggest that Thrawn cares a lot about ruling the galaxy or in reviving the Empire. In fact, Pellaeon even states at one point that Thrawn has created a new empire, different than the one before, with his ingenuity and proportional punishments for failure. So why is he doing it? Truthfully, I don’t think this question really answered in the trilogy, leaving it up to the readers to decide. But from his last line as he dies, I’d hazard to say Thrawn doesn’t care about the empire or superiority or anything of the sort. He cares only about the art of war. To him, war is a chessboard, a game for him to play. Sure, he loves to win but he can appreciate when he loses. And that is why he can’t be mad at his defeat. Because it was so artistically done.

So after having some time to collect myself and rewatching the movie a few times I've come to a few conclusions. The first being that I was absolutely correct in my analysis that Optimus would not be able to live without Optimus and I firmly stand by that thought. It was solidified as soon as I saw Optimus not even taking a moment to celebrate the rebuilt world of Cybertron, or celebrating the growth of his friend, he jumped right back in to the work, choosing missions that would consume his entirety, all of his time, and nothing else mattered except for the mission. The second being that Megatron is truly stronger than Optimus was in this regard, it was beautiful seeing the conqueror be conquered, to see Megatron remember why he took the name he did, to see him remember what it is to be oppressed and what he was fighting for. Megatron had lost sight of that and Unicron reminded him that he is only a gladiator. I think that it's interesting that he left before Optimus sacrificed himself to the Allspark, it's an interesting parallel, Optimus watched and could not let go, and Megatron did not watch but he let him rest in peace. I think that Megatron wanted to have that final image of Orion in his head, the approval and love and kinship, the acceptance. The final acceptance. But he couldn't watch him leave again. Not like the first time, he couldn't be left again. Megatronus knows how to live without him, but Megatron does not. And that's a very interesting and complicated balance. But at the end they are neither the revolutionaries they started as, they are not Megatronus and Orion Pax, but neither are they Optimus Prime and Megatron, they are something new, they've evolved and they've grown, and this is the third step of life for them. Where they've realized that they can't continue on without the other, and that they will never truly leave. The will always be there for each other, in some way.

Also I would like to thank you, @artificial-people-ai for all of your help. You are now my new favorite person on this app.

I just finished watching Transformers Prime (haven't watch the movie yet) and...when Bumblebee killed Megatron my heart just dropped, and I think that Optimus's did too. When it just panned over to him with his wide optics as he watched the light go out of Megatron's...I saw a glimpse of Orion there.

And with all honesty, I don't believe that he will be able to live without him. Megatron was his mission, in the beginning the war, before it was even a war, Megatronus was there, they fought together, they were brothers. Then the betrayal came and it became about saving his friend and his planet. Eventually Optimus started to just seek revenge, for his brother and for his home. But at the end, I think that Optimus still had hope that he could save him. He wanted to save Megatron. And that chance was taken away from him.

And for the past 4 million years! Optimus' every waking moment has been consumed by Megatron. How would he live once the mission was over? Who would he be? I don't think he's ready to find the answer to that, and I don't think he'll survive to find out. I don't think he can.

dancing in the dark

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Imagine Thrawn:

You are my flag, Y/N. You are my nation.

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Thrawn: You would not hold up well under torture.

Samakro: Oh, and you would?

Thrawn: I did

Samakro:

Could someone please draw this for me?

In the droid production facility on Mokivj...

Padmé: Hey, be safe

Anakin: Always

Outside in the ship...

Che'ri sarcastically: Cart ran'bin'he'ar (be safe)

Thrawn laughing: Ch'ah csarcican't cart cseo ran'bin'he'ar (I'll be so safe)

@rosheendubh I wish I knew how to organize. The best I can do is separate the text into three segments: beginning, middle, conclusion. Than separate those segments into scenes, like you would see in a movie. Then black out while writing because I honestly have no idea how to coherently organize in a way that makes sense outside of my own brain. It's like the guy from Sherlock with the thousands of papers and red string in here.

Imagine Thrawn being cast into the Unknown Regions with Ezra

Imagine Thrawn being found and rescued by the Chiss

Imagine Thrawn being taken back to the Acendancy and his home

Don't imagine Thrawn being taken in front of the Syndicure

Don't imagine them debating whether he should be accepted back into their society or returned to exile

Don't imagine Ba'kif and Ar'alani standing to the side knowing there is nothing they can do

Don't imagine the Syndicure nearly ruling against him

Don't imagine Thrawn standing up and speaking for the first time against them

Don't imagine him shouting at them that he has given his life for the Acendancy

Don't imagine him telling them that though he was ruled by the Empire his actions were for the benefit of the Chiss

Don't imagine Mitth'raw'nuruodo losing his composure

Don't imagine him screaming at his Patriarch

Don't imagine him calling himself a servant of the Chiss

Don't imagine him saying "I only want to come home"

Don't imagine the Syndicure stripping him of his titles

Don't imagine them turning him over to the Mitth

Instead imagine him returning home to his family and being granted a place in the Expansionary Defence Force

The Wedding

Warnings: long vows (like seriously a lot of vows), wedding, fluff, uses "____" instead of y/n

I used Buddhist vows for some of them, I thought they fit with Chiss culture.

I stand at the crest of the aisle. Long rows of pews line the edges of a path sculpted through the snow. My feet are bare, much to the chargrin of the man standing at the end. Anklets adorn each of my feet, strings of crystals connecting the chain to a ring on my middle toe. A long, a-line skirt reachs to the top of my feet, nearly obscuring the jewelry. It drapes across my hips, falling to the ground in ripples. The white fabric is thick and heavy, lifted with a petticoat, and embroidered with silver vines. Pieces of lace cover the skirt like a layer of snow, and obscuring a small pocket tucked away in the folds.

Above the skirt, a break shows skin, the skirt and bodice are not connected and the gap between the two pieces shows an ornate belly ring, layered with glittering diamonds. The bodice is lace, with silk sleeves that reach to my wrists where a double-ring rests between two fingers on my right hand. It's light and comfortable. And the scalloped neckline shows my collarbone. With each step I take, the dress shimmers as if frost is embedded into it.

Simple silver hoops adorn my ears, diamond studs climb up to my helix, and a chain made of glittering crystals and pearls connects a ring on my nose to the one on my ear. Faint blush tinges my cheeks, though I'm sure most of it is more natural now than makeup. A combination of the cold and the intense eyes of the man in front of me.

A pearl and diamond net wraps around my hair, pulled up safely and secured with half a thousand bobby pins. Resting in my hands is a small bouquet, constructed of various wildflowers collected this morning by the children and bridesmaids.

My feet fall into the soft snow, with each step my breath quickens, my heart starts to race. He stands before me, mere steps away.

His own appearance isn't much different than any other day. His skin a dark cerulean, a start contrast to the white uniform he wears, his rank plaque though absent. The two-piece is fitted to him perfectly, it is reinforced with extra padding for warmth, as well as tall black boots and a cinched belt. He does not wear his gloves today.

Tall and lean, he stands a head taller than me. His stature is intimidating, his broad shoulders squared and his stance proud, his hands clasped infront of him. But his eyes are soft.

They shine brighter than they normally would, red and intense as they gaze into my own, watching every step I take closer to him. The faint pupils are dilated, and I can almost see the anticipation.

He's handsome, and in the winter light of Rentor; ethereal.

When I reach the small dais the groom and Ar'alani stand on, he reaches out a hand to help me across the small step. I take his hand gratefully and swing my skirts behind me. I stand facing him for a moment, before releasing his hand to turn to the officiant and he does as well.

The ceremony would be held in Sy Bisti, so that both of our families could understand, but our vows would be spoken in our native tongues. Ar'alani smiles slightly at the two of us, as an Admiral of the CEDF she is licensed to officiate weddings, and we did not have the time to find another officiant willing to marry a human and a chiss.

"Welcome all who have come to witness the union between this man and woman, ____ and Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Are there any who oppose this wedding?"

The pews filled with only our closest friends and family, gaze up at us, joy kindles in their eyes and none speak against us.

"Very well then, let us commence with the vows." Ar'alani gestures for the two of us, I sink to my knees pillowed by the soft dress, and out of the corner of my eye I watch as Thrawn kneels, we are turned slightly to each other. With a breath Ar'alani begins the long vows,

"Do you Mitth'raw'nuruodo and ____ pledge to help each other to develop your hearts and minds, cultivating compassion, generosity, ethics, patience, enthusiasm, concentration, and wisdom as you age and undergo the various ups and downs of life and to transform them into the path of love, compassion, joy, and equanimity?"

Smiling, on my knees I turn to Thrawn for a moment.

"I do." I whisper and an echo, "Ch'ah k'ir."

"Recognizing that the external conditions in life will not always be smooth and that internally your own minds and emotions will sometimes get stuck in negativity, do you pledge to see all these circumstances as a challenge to help you grow, to open your hearts, to accept yourselves, and each other; and to generate compassion for others who are suffering?"

"I do." "Ch'ah k'ir."

"Understanding that just as we are a mystery to ourselves, each other person is also a mystery to us, do you pledge to seek to understand yourselves, each other, and all living beings, to examine your own minds continually and to regard all the mysteries of life with curiosity and joy?"

"I do." "Ch'ah k'ir."

Ar'alani smiles at us, her hand reaches for my own and holds it up as she asks the questions again, this time directed.

"Will you take this man?"

I turn to look at Thrawn, to find him gazing at me, a kind of intensity to his eyes. I smile slightly before turning back to Ar'alani.

"I will." I say confidently. and turning fully to him I say my portion of the vows, "I will take you as you are, to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the foreknowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun."

Ar'alani nods a small good whispered beneath her breath before she repeats the same question to Thrawn, pointed and direct.

"Ch'ah k'ir." With a nod from Ar'alani, he reaches forward and unclips the chain connecting my ear and nose, he twists it in his hands, before connecting it once again this time to the opposing ear and a small stud. "Bah sea csei Ch'ah cart vim sea csei Ch'ah viz, Ch'ah ch'avsat'cah vah veah vah cart. Ch'ah vun'ur vah veah ch'a ch'etecerci. Ch'ah bun'zan'i to sascasi nah bah to carcun'co sir Ch'ah cart ch'eo ch'acico ch'aah vim ch'eo ch'acico cart ch'eo."

"You may now kiss the bride," she grins and as she cross behind me to give us privacy she whispers "he's yours now."

Ar'alani gestures for us to stand and a small Chiss girl comes running to the front of the aisle who holds a small fan in her hand, she offers it to me and I take it from her hand with a quick "bin'vi" and giggle from the girl. I turn to Thrawn, he has a small smile on his face and his eyes are filled with love.

"Ch'acah." I face Thrawn and with one powerful stride, he closes in on me, I hardly have enough time to click open the fan to cover the kiss.

Thrawn's vows: "With all that I am and all that I have, I accept you as you are. I honor you as a woman, as an equal, and as a warrior. I welcome the uncertainties of the future for I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."