(If you learned more than one, pick the one you learned the most or took for the longest time or enjoyed the most or whatever. Pick the one most meaningful to you.)
Broken Keys, Locked Doors | Chp. 1 - Time Will Tell
The sun is unforgiving and the heat is unbearable. When Thrawn had been given the option to retire from the EDF, it had been less an free decision and more an ultimatum: dishonorable discharge or retirement. He had subsequently been given a position as a teacher and part of him had been okay with that. He could stay within the Ascendancy and craft young minds to think critically and always question authority. He had hoped he would be teaching at Taharim, but his political intelligence once again proved lacking. Instead, he was assigned to the Lesser Space outreach program. In an effort to ally with their neighbors, the Chiss decided that they would cultivate higher intelligence in these… Humans as their own kind has left them forsaken in the far reaches. They receive no funding, no supportive action from their own kind and while that may serve the Republic, it doesn’t serve the Ascendancy. If the Ascendancy is to thrive, it cannot ally with backwater yokels.
I’m working on the cowboy! Thranto AU, but I’m incapable of writing anything simple. Please accept this humble offering:
“Well, most folks work to survive around here. Education is just a waste of time.”
Thrawn turns to look at him fully. “You never received formal education.”
Vanto shrugs. “Nah. Never had the time or the need.”
“Can you read?“
Vanto recoils. “Course I can read! I ain’t illiterate.”
“Your manner of speech suggests otherwise.”
His face twists with anger. He steps closer to Thrawn and his blood runs cool, ready for a fight. “Look, folks don’t take kindly to those who are different around here,” he hisses with barely controlled rage. “I’d be careful who you mouth off to."
"Is that a threat?”
“No.” He steps back, temper evaporated. “Just a helpful tip. Have a good night Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” he says.
It is only after the screen door ricochets with his departure does Thrawn realize that he pronounced his name correctly.
every part of me is borrowed. My father’s rage, my mother’s empathy, my first girlfriend’s sense of adventure and wonder. My grandmother’s hope for the world. My little sister’s bravery. My boyfriend’s sharp wit, the little girl from my preschool class’s love of all living things. I’m not sure if anything is uniquely mine. When i was a kid i would sit and wonder if anyone was thinking the same thing as me at the same time, now I know that someone out there is. Maybe some find it sad to not be one of a kind, but i think it’s beautiful. We all lean on each other, strangers or friends. The impact people leave on each other is beautiful. Strangers in the grocery store with pretty smiles, old ladies in the park feeding the birds and squirrels, a father seeing his baby for the first time. The world seems so ugly until you squint and pay closer attention.
Ok from the side (first pic) it definitely looks like Ezra’s(their) lightsaber with added guards (or whatever they are called). I could see Sabine adding something like that for a modification. I’m getting more excited about it!
