Daily Stocking prompt for @jedifest‘s December Drabble Prompts. All completed prompts can be found bundled up in my December Bonbons fic on Ao3.
To the person who requested this prompt, I hope you like the direction I took this. It’s kind of a response to some recent shenanigans in the Thrawn fandom. I hope you enjoy!
Thrass stared at Eli Vanto with a look Eli was now familiar enough to realize was discomfort.
Frankly, it almost bordered on horror.
“As I understand it,” Thrass said, his immaculate appearance reflected in the glass of the viewport with all the clean lines and groomed perfection befitting a Syndic. “When you found my brother, he ….”
Thrass’ words trailed off as if he was at a loss as to how to continue. Eli tried not to smirk.
“He looked a bit like a barbarian,” Eli agreed. “Long hair. Torn cutoffs. Filthy. Given what he’d done just to get on our ship, I won’t lie. Thrawn was terrifying.”
“The actions he took to board your ship will surprise no one here,” Thrass said, extending his hand out to Csilla where it hung below. “But please tell me he began taking his appearance seriously again, once he was returned to civilization?”
“His hair was the first thing to go,” Eli said, amused.
“And the rags?”
It was difficult not to snort at the small edge of desperation which lined Thrass’ question.
“It was my job to get rid of them,” Eli said.
A small sigh of relief slipped from Thrass before he turned and faced Eli, chin lifted with glowing eyes as red as Thrawn’s.
“You’ve done a great service to the Chiss,” Thrass said. “And I thank you for aiding my brother in such a … rough time of his life.”
The urge to laugh was almost more than Eli could bear. Chiss. He’d met some strange aliens in his time, but Eli was just about certain this race of nonhumans took the cake.
Or, maybe it was just this pair of brothers?
“No problem,” Eli said, swallowing his laughter. “Happy to do it.”
“A great service to the Chiss.”
Yes. The Chiss don’t want to be represented by a metalhead. XDDDD
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