boxofmisfits | So a Sith and a Chiss Walk Into the Same Warlord's Ship--

The Force was a capricious thing, if not straight up malicious.

War had broken out once more between the Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic and Altair had been on the front lines, working to ensure safety and stability for his people. Onderon, Mek-Sha, their assault on Corellia and the Meridian Complex, and at the end of it all, he had chosen to make his Alliance an official member of the Empire, and reclaimed his Sith title.

He had welcomed the Imperial presence on Odessen, had flown the flag of his nation where the flag of the Eternal Alliance once hung, and he had been happy. He had been home.

Then that artifact- he had been working on a tip Lana had gotten through her contacts, that there was an artifact that would serve Altair and the Sith Empire well.

It hadn't been a trap. Only the Force working in mysterious ways.

For a while after he'd been dragged to the future, he'd seethed. He'd lost his home, his title once more, and worse than that, he would never get to see his loved ones ever again. Not the people of the Alliance, nor Lana, nor Theron. He had been truly alone, for the first time in a long time.

But he couldn't stay angry forever, couldn't refuse to function.

He had made himself a new life on a new planet. He worked making his art, and he made friends. Occasionally, he traveled, too.

A year into his new life, tragedy struck, and his anger found a purpose once more.

That anger was why he was on this ship- the Warlord and his people had taken his friends from him. Altair would now take everything from them.

Blood splattered across the floor as he sliced a man in half, another one falling to the floor and convulsing as he threw a bolt of lightning. He finished him off my snapping his neck, and then lunged forward to dispatch a third.

He turned his head to look back at the dimly lit hallway, the blood of his enemies painting the scenery red.

No time to hesitate.

Altair continued moving, masking his presence, making himself damn near invisible. Coming upon more panicked guards trying to get a handle on the situation while also moving to get their leader out, he stopped in the shadows and listened. Escape pods. So that was their plans.

He turned and slipped through the darkness, popping out here and there to dispatch of anyone who seemed like they could be trouble, and by the time he made it to the escape pods, the Warlord was rushing his people to get ready- voice catching in his throat as the Sith stepped out.

With a few simple flicks of the wrist, Altair deflected blaster bolts back at the ones who thought that shooting at him would be a good idea, and two men who tried to flee were yanked back and slammed into the metal floors hard enough to break their heads open, a bit of blood splattering over the Sith's dark boots.

His head turned to the Warlord himself- the man who had ordered the attack on the place Altair had called home. Killed his neighbors, his friends, people who were innocent and deserved better.

"And then," He spoke, reaching out with the Force and warping the metal around the escape pods so they couldn't launch, "There was only us..."

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"It might be more useful to the both of us if we know more about each other, actually. For now, you may keep your secrets." Altair would open up to him eventually. "Until then, we must resume our mission to bring order to the galaxy."

"If so, then you'll have to be my guest and share more about yourself first. You know who I am, and you know some of my accomplishments, and the sort of person that I was, and am. And you've seen my art now, too. Yet I know next to nothing about you, besides the fact that our goals align."

It was difficult to tell if he was just joking, or if he was speaking in all seriousness. And he wasn't interested in making that clear, either. Thrawn could draw his own conclusions about whether Altair truly wanted to know him better or not.

"And yes, that we must. I assume you need me to do something, then. What is it?"

"If you wish to know more about me, you need only ask." Thrawn wasn't the sort to talk about himself, or give out personal information, but he trusted Altair not to say anything to his enemies.

Thrawn tapped a button on his console and brought up an image of a humanoid alien with colorful, iridescent skin, yellow compound eyes like those of an insect, and dark grey hair. "This is Nuso Esva, he is a warlord I have been battling for some time. We may have gotten a new lead on where he will strike next."

"You say that now, but why do I feel like I could ask a million questions and still not figure out of a thing about you?"

Of course, the same could be said about him. They'd worked together for some time now, and still they were more or less strangers. They didn't technically need to know each other, of course, their arrangement didn't rely on it, but the longer one worked with someone else, the more curious one got.

At least it had always been that way for Altair and all the people he knew.

He tilted his head at the image, though the fact that this alien was a warlord more than told him what he needed to know. It meant that this alien needed to die- for peace could not reign where chaos still ran rampant through the galaxy.

"I see. Whatever you need me to do, you need only ask. So long as your cause stays just, you know that I am your blade."

Altair was pretty sure that Thrawn was the only one who knew that, really. Anyone else still seemed to think of him as some loose cannon who could go off the rails at any moment.

"When it comes to Nuso Esva, we must proceed delicately, for he is very intelligent." Probably as intelligent as Thrawn himself. They had been playing their game for years now, constantly outsmarting one another. Even if Thrawn would usually obtain a victory, it would still result in Nuso Esva getting away and going into hiding.

"We have the advantage against him in that he doesn't know about you. I would prefer to keep that advantage for as long as possible. For now, we may just pass you off as a simple advisor. He will also be too focused on me to pay attention to you."

"Is there something about my known history that suggests I'm the reckless sort?" Altair asked, with an ever so slight smile. Caution had never been his strong suit, of course- rushing in, flailing, then coming out on top anyway had been his style for most of his youth.

Being a little older and a lot wiser had made him less inclined to rush in of course, but still.

"Shall I hide my lightsaber and pretend to be blind while I'm at it?"

That was mostly a joke, though of course, it would result in them getting even more of an upper hand. It would out him as an alien- he couldn't pass himself off as some blind advisor while wearing a full suit of armor. But a blindfold or a veil could hide that he too was Chiss, and he could pass himself off as a Pantoran or other blue alien. He knew for a fact that it was a deception he could pull off, as he had done in the past.

"Honestly, you don't need to worry about me going off the rails. I know a thing or two about intelligent adversaries and the need to plan so that they don't gain an advantage."

He had faced Zash. Thanaton. Malgus. Revan. Arcann, and then Vaylin. And worse than all of them, he'd faced a monster in his fight against Vitiate. If Thrawn said this Nuso Esva was dangerous and to proceed with caution, then Altair believed him, and would act accordingly. He had faced too many dangerous people in his life to underestimate an adversary he had been warned about.

"I should hope so. We may not send you out unless we are almost certain it would be useful to do so, and ensure us a victory." More than once, he and Nuso Esva had played their game where they had predicted each other so well that they outsmarted one another. It was just a matter of Thrawn out-thinking the warlord in a way that he wouldn't see coming. And he wouldn't see someone like Altair coming.

"Now then, I will leave you to your artwork and meditations," Picking up his datapad, Thrawn nodded at Altair and made to leave his quarters. "This has been a most enlightening discussion."

He'd been so sure Altair was a clone. But he could not have predicted the truth in a million years.

"Enlightening for you. Eventually I will have to even the score. Until you have need of me, may the Force ever serve you."

The Force did, after all, flow through all living things, and could serve and favor even those who were not Force-sensitive. And Altair truly did want the Force to favor Thrawn and his cause, very much considering it a just one. But Thrawn knew that already, of course.

Or they wouldn't be working together at all.

Before the door closed, however- "In the near future, I may need to ask a favor of you. I will let you know what that is when the time comes."

So a Sith and a Chiss Walk Into the Same Warlord's Ship--

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