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[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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[Hanna looks back into his cabin, not a mess, but not the nicest place to hang out.

He shrugs, pushing the door more open with his foot and gestures him inside.]

You don't have to talk about it, but sure. Not trying to lay you out like a book for everyone to read in the middle of the hallway.

Come on in.

Thank you.

[He walks inside Hanna's cabin, arms crossed over his chest]

[Hanna's apartment is small, the plaster is peeling off the wall in places and there is a singular light bulb hanging from the ceiling to light up the room.

His new bedframe, assorted other pieces of furniture fill the room enough that it looks less pathetic than it had, Hanna grabbing a seat at the tiny kitchen island that doubled as a table, the kitchenette across from it basically gutted.

He gestures to the second stool if he wants to sit.]

I think I've got some soda kicking around if you'd like some, but anything else I'd have to go get hot water for.

[maybe he should ask his warden for an electric kettle...some more hot cocoa depending on how the next port went if he couldn't get it himself.]

[At Hanna's invitation, Thrawn walks over to seat himself on the second stool. He looks around the whole of the apartment, silent and observing. Thrawn tends to get wrapped up in his head upon entering a new place, so he doesn't answer to say yes or no to soda.

The answer is likely going to be no, regardless]

There's just the one exit, I don't think even I could fit through that window. [He points out, nodding to the tiny, useless window that's too high up for him to even see out of without a step stool.

A Dick Tracy poster is tacked up on the wall, his N64 pulled out and obviously paused in the middle of a Banjo Kazooie playthrough, the menu screen music gently playing in the background.]

You expecting anything different?

Uh, so. See anything

[he blinks, turning back to Hanna, eyes refocusing on him]

I was not expecting anything.

This is your apartment back in your world.

Not a lot of scenery to take in. Half this shits new, so it's never looked better honestly.

You ever been to Earth? I was thinking obviously alien, but that doesn't mean you've never been.

Indeed.

No. There is no Earth in my galaxy that I'm aware of. I understand most humans here are from that planet.

Gotcha. Well, it sure is a planet. Got a lot of shit wrong with it, but most regular people don't really get much a say in how that goes, we just live it.

But, I'm thinking that's not how you're used to operating. What's it like where you come from?

As it happens, that tends to be the case with most people.

[Thrawn falls silent, musing]

...Forgive me. Sometimes the simplest questions are the most difficult to answer.

[Hanna shrugs, not bothered by it.] I get it.

You could also just tell me to fuck off and talk to me instead, I don't have to ask questions. You got anything you think is relevant? Makes me understand better, have at it. I'm here to listen and learn.

[Thrawn considers this. Florian did say he wanted him to reach out to others who didn't have what he wanted. Did Hanna count? Difficult to say; Thrawn wants him to not turn the ship upside down ever again. Would that be a practical desire?]

You asked me about my military career. I have had two. And you asked about where I was from; I spent the first half of my life in one sector of my galaxy and the other half in another, albeit with interstellar travel, 'in one sector' can mean a vast territory with hundreds of worlds.

I still hold many secrets about both that only Florian knows, due to him having my file. I will try to answer your questions and establish common ground, because he seems to believe friendship is key to my graduation.

All I ask is that you respect when I say no. Understand that I do it in order to protect others.

Edited 2024-09-12 18:47 (UTC)

[Not that it would be penance to be someone's friend, but it was obvious they were very different people, Hanna doesn't mind attempting it so long as Thrawn was on board with it. That and he isnt sure this was going to be all that normal even with the thought that he was being asked to do this rather than wanted to be.]

Oh! So Florian is your Warden, you could have just said that. His magic is interesting. But I can do that. If I push, just give me a flick, I get too excited sometimes, forget my manners. And- [He supposes he can at least admit it here, give him something for his trouble.] I don't like talking about me either, so I get it. Some shit you just want to keep to yourself.

Edited 2024-09-12 19:17 (UTC)

[blink. blink]

I do not mind speaking about myself. The difficulty comes in when you ask questions such as where I came from. I could point my home planet out on a starmap, and thus reveal secrets of my people we have kept for thousands of years. Hardly ideal conversation.

If you do not wish to be asked questions in turn, I will respect your choices.

Oh shit, really? Well yeah I wasn't thinking that was that deep of a question but when you put it like that...how about we just say 'pass' when we'd prefer not to answer. Makes it easier, and it sounds a little less aggressive than plain old no. Less awkward in a more public setting.

[To which Hanna will hold his hand out to Thrawn.] deal?

[He gives the matter its due consideration, then nods and extends his own hand, shaking Hanna's with finality]

Offer accepted, Hanna Falk Cross.

Just Hanna is fine. Don't have to be so formal. I just figured you'd appreciate a handshake instead of just a spoken agreement.

[Hanna gives him a good shake anyways, dropping his hand back in his lap once they're done.]

Now how do you feel about nicknames...

I understand completely, Hanna. When one is meeting for the first time - or when we seek to establish a new agreement - we typically will say one's full name first, and the given name after.

[does no one understand DRAAAAMA on this ship?]

'Thrawn' is a nickname. A Core name.

My full name is Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

But I have been given many nicknames in my lifetime.

Oh...uh you probably don't want me trying to repeating that. At least not first try. Maybe later you can text it to me phonetically and I'll practice in private so I don't butcher it.

[He pauses a moment, considering.]

Now how do you feel about Mr. T?

You will not succeed. Human tongues are not particularly adept at my species' naming conventions without a good deal of studying.

I suggest you call me Thrawn.

[VERY MUCH SUGGEST IT]

Well, just sounds like I've got a lot of studying to do. No problemo.

And if you are absolutely sure I can't sell you on Mr. T then fine. Thrawn it is.

Thank you.

You should know that even my own species only uses our full names in certain ceremonies and upon meeting one another for the first time.

Incidentally, I understand 'Mr.' to be a civilian title. As you accurately guessed, I have been in the navy for the last thirty-five years.

Do you wish for me to address you with a nickname?

Oh...yeah that explains a lot. What was your rank then? Must be something impressive for a thirty-five year long career. That's eleven years longer than I've been alive.

Just Hanna is fine, but I am a little curious what kind of nickname you'd come up with.

If we were going by my species' names, your 'Core' name to me would be something similar to 'Shannafa'.

Not necessarily - some rise to the level of their ability and no more, while others are hamstrung by political maneuverings. Unfortunate cases.

Before I died, I was fortunate enough to be made a Grand Admiral. I do not know how that translates to Earth navies. Here it means I was in command of my own flagship - the ISD Chimaera - plus nine others of equal size and a host of smaller craft. To give you a sense of scale, the Chimaera alone was capable of hosting 50,000 officers, crew and stormtroopers - ground troops, should a land invasion be deemed necessary.

[he misses his ship. :( he misses his bridge crew]

Oh...is the S from the last letter? Kind of interesting that it's not like Nafalk or something, which definitely sounds alien to me, but I like Hanna just fine, so. No worries on that.

[He'd settled in to listen, leaning against the counter as he talks about space ships bigger than he's sure the biggest naval vessels could carry on Earth when a word catches him, perking up a little. Stormtroopers.]

Wait, what? Woah woah woah, back up. Are you telling me that you- Do you know what a Jedi is?

[You have a choice Thrawn, he looks way too excited about this. Answer affirmatively or unleash the geek.]

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