boxofmisfits | The Lover and the Best Friend

The mission had taken the Chimaera near the very edges of the Outer Rim this time, almost within the Unknown Region. They'd gotten word of suspicious activity out in the area, from a couple of smugglers who claimed that strange aliens had taken his friends. The way they'd described the attack had sent a chill down Thrawn's back, even though it wouldn't show.

Thus, here they were, on the edge somewhere near where one left the Outer Rim and went into the Unknown Region, while still staying within Charted space.

Coming out of hyperspace had put them near a freighter that looked deserted, drifting in dead space. Before Thrawn could give orders, another ship came out of hyperspace near the freighter. One that Thrawn recognized.

He hailed the other ship, and got a reply in Cheunh. Just as he thought. After exchanging words with the Admiral of the other ship, requesting her and one other individual he knew would be on there, the connection closed and he got out his comm.

"Altair, meet me in hanger bay six. We are expecting guests."

Upon reaching said hanger bay, and the moment Altair arrived, he held out his hand, "I suggest you relinquish your lightsaber for the moment."

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Altair's life at Thrawn's side was possibly the calmest it ever had been. Even the chaotic moments seemed rare, a far cry from the complete and utter insanity his life had been in his own time. He enjoyed it though- being of use when his talents were needed, being in Thrawn's company when there was downtime, and spending his time writing, creating art, and studying the artifacts they'd recovered from the vault on Rishi when Thrawn was otherwise occupied.

That had been what he'd been doing, when the Grand Admiral called- studying an artifact he was 99.9% certain was either cursed with some ancient Sith ritual or haunted- or both. He couldn't be sure just yet, but was eager to find out.

Of course, as soon as he was told to meet the other Chiss, the artifact was put aside, and his veil was put on, and he headed out to meet him. An officer walked with him part of the way, grabbing him by the arm sort of without asking, though it was one he was familiar with- so he didn't mind so much. He could sense his concern for him going places he wasn't familiar with, after all. By the time Altair reached the hangar bay, the officer had said his farewells, and told him to be careful not to trip over anything.

There were a few who seemed to have their suspicions that Altair could see, but they were few, and none seemed entirely certain.

And it was hardly important right now, anyway, as he handed his lightsaber pike over to Thrawn once he was at his side, "Handle it with care."

A pause then, "... Is there any particular reason why I can't keep it on me?"

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