Hanna Falk Cross (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
falkeditupagain) wrote2024-06-11 11:29 pm
falkeditupagain) wrote2024-06-11 11:29 pm
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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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Yeah? Man... I cannot believe you got to meet him. [He realizes though, focusing on his connection instead of Thrawn himself is kind of fucking rude, so he'll gather his fanboying up and shift back step.]
Anyways, your ship, you should tell me about it! You ever use the enclosure so you can walk through it? That'd be so cool... getting into space is like, really serious stuff where I'm from, not just anyone can do it. So it's totally rad you're just in charge of a whole ass fleet like that.
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[this is dour but Thrawn appears not to notice it]
My room here is the same as my officer’s quarters on the Chimaera, however. That will have to be enough for the moment.
Would you be interested in seeing the ship sometime?
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Oh man, did your whole ship go when you died? I'm sorry... I mean, I would, but not if it's going to just depress the hell out of you.
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[If Thrawn is upset, he doesn’t show it.]
The Chimaera will always play host to bittersweet memories. I would be pleased to show her to you.
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You got a list of crew members in your cabin?
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I have one here. Why do you ask?
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[Sitting back down on his stool he methodically unfolds the crane and pulls a marker from his pocket.]
I could just write some names down, 50 per crane? Cut it down to 1000? You can string them together...like this- [He pulls his comm out of his other pocket, pulling up the picture of the string of cranes he'd given to Laura recently.]
Then you could still have your crew with you on board, at least until you're able to see them again. Pretty doable, honestly.
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Whatever he's thinking, he doesn't share. Instead he picks up one of the cranes, turning it over with his fingertips, focusing his hard stare on this tiny, precious, worthless piece of paper art.]
You seek to commemorate my dead.
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I mean, unless you'd prefer me not to? I don't really know if you do that, some places don't so I guess I shouldn't have assumed, but they're military, monuments are pretty common in honoring the dead, this would be similar, just smaller.
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He looks at the crane in his hand, silent, brooding. His crew was loyal til the very end - to the Empire, yes, but to him especially, hand-crafting their uniforms to reflect the underside painting of the Chimaera in solidarity. He doesn't need the list of names; he could tell Hanna all of the ones he's interacted with at least once by heart.
This is a strange mourning ritual; something he'll need to look up later, more Earth-centric than anything either Chiss or Imperial space would have. On Csilla, prior to his exile, Thrawn would have had a monument of his own in the wake of his death, standing prominently next to his patriarch's. Doubtless Thurfian would have rejected it out of hand, now, but Thrawn never cared for being remembered or commended even when he was alive.
How to properly mourn his imperial dead? Hammerly, his chief sensors officer, who delayed outside Imperial officers to afford him more time at the expense of her career; Pyrondi; his weapons officer, who was always ready to try his unconventional ways of conducting battles; Xoxtin, his chief hanger master, who stood up to Darth Vader's own irritating First Legion death troopers without blinking. Rukh was already gone, pre-deceased him for some time. Fifty thousand others, just on the Chimaera alone. A devastating loss for the Empire, to be sure, but this is more of a personal acknowledgement. If he had the time, Thrawn would burn their names into the minds of those who were responsible for their deaths, chief among them himself.
At least he doesn't need to count Karyn Faro or Eli Vanto among the dead.
What to do with this delicate piece of paper in his hand? He could crush it in an instant; hardly a fitting tribute for those whose own lives were snuffed out just as quickly and easily.
He makes a promise, then and there, to bring them back. Bring them all back. His first deal has to go to the Chiss, of course. They must be protected or they'll die just as fast as the Chimaera's crew. But after that...yes. He will make certain that these flimsy memorials will not be necessary.
Thrawn glances up, his glowing red eyes refocusing, realizing he's sat in silence for far too long to be polite. In all actuality it looks like he's forgotten Hanna was even in the room with him.]
I thank you for your offering, but these will not be needed.
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He's smart enough to leave him to his thoughts for the minute. What he does instead is start scrolling through his comm, finding an instance of Thrawn's full name written out and writes it in bold, blocky text over the unfolded crane, folding it back up while he waits.
And when he's finally present again, remembered in his own room, he slides it across the counter to him.]
No problem. Just, take this one at least. So you don't forget you either.
I always find that's the first person I overlook.
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Thank you, Hanna. I will keep it in a place of honor.
[Thrawn stands up, crane cradled in his hand close to his chest]
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Maybe next time I can teach you how to fold one. I won't keep you though, you seem like the kind of guy who's always busy.
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For now, allow me to teach you something in return.
[Thrawn holds out the hand not holding the paper crane, indicating Hanna should do the same]
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Unsure of which hand to hold out, he mimics his hand choice, ready for what ever is next.]
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[he makes no acknowledgement outwardly of Hanna's joke. Instead Thrawn moves to shake Hanna's hand again, but leans further in, grasping his forearm instead]
Before, you had greeted me in the human custom.
This is how we Chiss greet one another.
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His own hand grasps Thrawn's forearm, not quite as far. His arm is decidedly shorter, but he tries.]
Cool, is this an every day kind of greeting or just some of the time?
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[in contrast, Thrawn's hand is colder, his species running altogether at a lower body temperature than humans. He releases Hanna's hand, without acknowledging the second half of his 'gift' - that he allows Hanna to know the name of his species]
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[Hanna, while definitely an idiot sometimes, is at least observant. He's still a detective, even if it's a self applied label, and info on different kinds of 'weird' are details he latches on to. He isn't going to make a big deal out of it though, and honestly...if Thrawn were more dry humor, less military? He'd remind him entirely of his partner, cool hand included.]
I'll read your report for next time too, maybe add some notes, corrections if there are any. Just don't ask me to make sure my grammar and spelling are correct, we can fix that in post.
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I believe I know where my initial dislike originated. You remind me very much of another young Jedi, one who I fought against, numerous times.
Thank you for helping me realize it.
[He lets go of Hanna's arm, satisfied]
Very good. Until we meet again.
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O-oh! Thats...I mean. That's super cool. Hopefully he didn't irritate you too much.
[Sliding off his stool, he walks Thrawn to the door even if he really doesn't need to, but figures if he's attempting to fix poor first impressions being polite is probably better than not.]
See you later I guess. Um, holler if you need anything?
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[He nods his goodbyes and walks away, the faintest hint of amusement on his face]