Star Wars: Imagines

The Ghosts (Admiral Thrawn)

"My friends will make sure your Chiss husband gets what he deserves," she continued, hoisting you up into her arms as two men quickly followed her and landed in the clearing. One had silky brown hair that was tied into a rough pony tail, and the other was a tall, lean Lasat.

The Lasat, who smelled like the dankest, dirtiest cantina dumpster to ever grace the galaxy, got right in your face, his teeth bared, "You got any idea what your boy toy has done to the galaxy? You should be ashamed, and better yourself."

You couldn't help but flinch as the humanoid man who they called Spectre 1 called in to their Rebel base, claiming they gotten what they needed, and requested pickup. You were inwardly cursing at Thrawn for not leaving you some form of Stormtrooper protection during this trip.

The Lasat hoisted you into his grip; his sharp claws digging rough wounds into your shoulders as he held you still. You could hear the ship approaching, and you couldn't help but begin crying. The Lasat, who they called Spectre 4, just rolled his eyes irritably at your actions,
"Would you shut up and take this like a woman? God, you're acting pathetic."

"Spectre 4!" Spectre 1 urged, a frown on his face, "She's just a woman. Act like this when we capture her husband. She hasn't committed any crimes."

The Lasat growled angrily, but listened to the man. He still didn't handle you very well.
Shoving you into the ship, which had just landed strategically beside some trees to hide itself, he fell into the arms of a skinny, tall Mandalorian. What is up with this ragtag group of misfits?

"Get her in bindings and then work on contacting the Empire," the Twi'lek commanded as the brightly-coloured Mandalorian forced you down the hallway, "Thrawn will give himself up one way or another."

You gulped; your hands beginning to grow sweaty. You turned to the Mandalorian,
"Please... don't let them hurt me. I'm pregnant."

"I'm just doing my job, lady," she responded, shoving you into the damp, cold room that appeared to be the prisoners' quarters. She swiftly worked on the bindings over your wrist, latching you to the large support pole. You shivered as your exposed arms made contact with the freezing metal, "Don't make too much noise: it'll do all of us better if you just stay quiet."

You couldn't believe the treatment you were receiving from these Rebels. They claimed to want to help restore 'peace' to the galaxy, yet here they are, treating prisoners of war like livestock. Fat wet tears slowly slid down your cheeks, and you couldn't help but blink them away.
Your wounds were burning, especially your fingernails, which had been nicked several times during the pursuit.

'She already looks pretty beat up,' the voice of Spectre 1 commented silently. You could barely pick up his words as he spoke to his companions, 'I think sending Zeb in there to throw around some more punches just for intimidation factor is a waste of time... and not to mention she's pregnant. You just don't do that to people.'

'With Thrawn's baby!' the voice of the Mandalorian responded sharply, deafened through the thick walls, 'This isn't some random pregnant lady we happened to pick up, Kanan. We need to do everything we possibly can to make Thrawn surrender: not just for us, but for the entirety of the Rebellion. This woman is our key to winning the war!'

You immediately frowned, and began tugging roughly at your bindings. You couldn't let these monsters get away with this!