Prompt:
Thrawn forces his wife, (Y/N), into hiding when the war begins to thicken. Now, she's being tracked by the Rebels.
Requested by TwincessAhsoka
She/Her❥
2nd POV
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Honestly, the only things you despised about being married to Admiral Thrawn is the fact that every time you kiss his soft lips goodbye as he goes into work, there's a risk he may never return to you and your unborn baby, and the fact that you could be held hostage to get your husband to stand down to the Rebellion. The thought of Thrawn having a weakness is unconceivable, yet it's true: if the rebels find you, it's game over for your husband.
You had argued for days about this plan. The war was starting to get thick and heavy: many Imperial casualties and surrenders. Thrawn was planning on getting far more serious with his destructive techniques, and didn't want you in the fire fight, nor did he want you to see him committing these acts. Some things are just meant to be unspoken.
So, the Chiss personally dropped you off on your home world of Alderaan, and disappeared with little more than a hug and a kiss.
Now, Rebels were on your tail: hungry for any form of stability in this war.
Cradling your stomach, you ran through the pouring rain. The impossible had happened: the rebels had discovered you and your whereabouts. And now, you are being chased. Sweat mixed with polluted rain fogged your vision as you dodged another tree. You could hear the voices swarming around your ears as the Rebels continued; their only goal is to capture you.
Mud began to accumulate on the earthy, moss-covered ground beneath your feet. Unfortunately, this made the Alderaan forest floor a death trap for a fleeing pregnant woman, and the Rebels would use this to their advantage.
Stumbling and slipping, you slowly pulled yourself through the gunk. Course dirt and moist mud accumulated underneath your finger nails as you pulled yourself around uprooted weeds and fallen trees. Alderaan was a mess.
"She went over there!" the voice of a female Rebel choked up above the sound of your gasping and sounds of tiredness. They wouldn't stop until they had you, and likely that wouldn't take much longer considering there were many of them and only one of you. Not to mention, you were heavily pregnant, and none of them were.
Soon, you could run no further, and collapsed on the backside of a tree. The humidity was beginning to swell, like a bruise on an injury. It was so aggressive that it made you want to lay down and take a nap. Your eyes sagged low; your hands never leaving your belly,
"Thrawn~"
You could hear multiple sets of footsteps approaching, but you couldn't care less. Your only concern right now was your baby's health, and if you kept going, there would be problems,
"I found her!" the same female voice from before shouted, gaining her friends' attention.
You cracked your eyes and saw her. A green Twi'lek with a never-ending frown etched on her face,
"Please... Please don't hurt me!"
"Hurting you would be the nicest thing I could do to you, you monster!" she responded angrily. She seemed familiar to you, like you'd seen her before. It was quite likely considering Thrawn's power stretched over the whole galaxy like a set of claws.
You couldn't wrap your head around why this Twi'lek was so inclined to hurt you. You were heavy with child, and you hadn't lifted a finger in this war. You just happened to fall in love with an Imperial Admiral: it wasn't your fault,
"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!
You stopped tugging immediately the second the door to your quarters shifted open. The Twi'lek and a young boy you hadn't seen before walked in with a com link,
"Hope you're comfortable," the Twi'lek started, setting the com link up beside the door so it could have a perfect angle on you. You couldn't tell if the Twi'lek was being serious or not. Rebels hardly sympathized with those who belonged to the Empire.
The young man stood protectively beside you as the green Twi'lek pinged in some codes. He had a hand on a lightsaber hilt. A Jedi?
Your mouth immediately went as dry as the sands on Tatooine. A Jedi was involved with this capture? Your husband was in more danger than you could've even imagined.
The second the Twi'lek finished pounding in the codes, a familiar face appeared on the com,
'State your business!' he shouted, honestly surprised anyone outside the Empire retrieved these codes. It was Yogar Lyste. Of course the Rebels would know this... Lyste reports directly to your husband.
"Hello, Lieutenant," the Twi'lek commented, pulling you up by your bindings, "I'm sure you recognize this woman."
He was silent for a moment, "So little (Y/N) got mixed up with the great Ghost Crew. This is unfortunate."
"Put Admiral Thrawn on now, or else your little friend here gets hurt," the young Jedi shouted, obviously wanting to get this whole conversation over with.
Lieutenant Lyste looked rather shocked by the Rebel's behaviour, but nodded, "Just a moment."
As the com link went into standby mode, you turned to the boy with a frown on your face, "For a Jedi, you're quite aggressive. I can tell you're angry. I don't know much about the Jedi besides what my husband has told me, but I know you're not acting like one."
The boy was about to approach you when the Twi'lek, who has shown her authority many times over now, and you assumed she was the leader of this 'Ghost Crew.' She frowned and shook her head,
"Ezra, we can't touch her. Go outside and wait with Kanan. Tell Sabine to come in with me."
Ezra growled angrily but nodded. He knew better than to argue with his leader. He marched out and the door slid back behind him. Then, in walked the Mandalorian who was rather rude to you as well. Right as she was about to open her mouth, the familiar face of your husband panned into view. Your heart bounced into your throat,
'Hello, (Y/N),' he whispered; a neutral face meeting your scared one, 'This is highly unfortunate.'
"We want all your Stormtroopers to leave Lothal," 'Sabine' commented, cutting to the chase, "We want you to surrender as well, Thrawn. We will return her the second you agree to these terms."
The Chiss sat up straight in his seat, 'I will not abide to these terms.'
'Good,' you thought to yourself, smiling up at your husband, who didn't return it. He was trying to look tough around the Ghost Crew, and likely was pretty upset at you for getting caught,
"I will remove my troops from Lothal and Alderaan," Thrawn responded, folding his hands together, "If you do not agree, then I will bring pure hellfire down on the Rebels. Lothal will become more invaded, and we will resort to executing civilians."
The Twi'lek and Mandalorian looked at each other; fear evident in their eyes. Civilian executions? Even the Empire wouldn't stoop that low, but you couldn't help but feel like the Chiss was telling the truth. He would do everything in his power to get you back.
"Fine. But if a single Stormtrooper returns to Lothal or Alderaan, the next time we capture your wife, she will die," the Twi'lek responded, pulling you to your feet immediately, "You may pick her up at these coordinates."
Thrawn acknowledged the coordinates, then the call ended. The pickup and drop off point must've been on Alderaan, but far away from here, because the Twi'lek raced out and began flying the ship swiftly across the Alderaanian landscape. Trees zoomed by, and you couldn't help but feel excited about being in your husband's arms again.
After about half an hour, the Ghost Crew and yourself reached a pretty deserted, tree-filled land; very hidden from nearby pedestrians and ships. Perfect for a hostage drop off.
The Lasat hoisted you up off the ground, and began literally dragging you to the exit. He was so big and strong, it legitimately scared you to be around him. He had the body type of a grizzly bear and the teeth of a Nexu.
"Ship inbound," the voice of Kanan cried out, causing more excitement and anxiety to form in your stomach. So many thoughts were going through your head:
What if Thrawn decides to ambush the Rebels, and they kill him or yourself?
What if the Rebels plan on capturing your husband and using him as a leverage point in this war too?
What will happen?
You placed your bound hands on your stomach, comforting the growing baby inside. Mainly it was for yourself, sure, but anytime you're nervous or stressed, the unborn baby feels it too.
The second your foot touched the loose soil below the ship, a small group of Stormtroopers exited the Imperial escort vessel. You couldn't see their faces, but you knew they were mad,
'Hand over the woman, now,' a Trooper commented while holding his weapon up, 'The Admiral already told us the conditions. We will be gone in less than 24 hours.'
"Take her," Ezra growled while lightly shoving me forward, "If I see a single one of you bucket heads on Lothal or Alderaan again, I will not hesitate to wipe you all off the planet."
You fell into the Stormtroopers arms, and he swiftly began to undo your bindings, 'Whatever, kid. Just watch your back.'
As the Ghost Crew began mounting their ships again, you slipped into yours. Thrawn was standing there, waiting for you,
"Darling! I was so worried you'd give yourself up for me!" you whispered, crashing into his chest, "I never want you to risk our leverage in this war ever again."
The Chiss nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips, "You've gotta be more careful out there," he whispered lovingly, "I would die if anything happened to you and the kid. This war doesn't mean anything to me in comparison to you."
You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder, "I love you so much."
He smiled softly and placed his forehead against yours; his eyes slowly closing, "And I love you."
His hands went to your stomach, and his smile grew. His baby was okay. His wife was okay. No Rebel would ever take that away from him... ever.
April 2nd, 2022