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[for_everyone]

Hera had only traveled to Batuu a handful of times, and had never particularly liked it. Tucked just beyond the edge of the Outer Rim, it was far from anything else of interest. The outpost itself had its uses, especially as a launch point farther into the Unknown Regions, but there was nothing more interesting about it than any of the hundreds, maybe thousands of outposts and waystations she'd passed through in her life.

The planet itself had its charms, especially the petrified forests, and the towering stone spires that burst up among the trees. It wasn't enough to make the trip worth it.

But having Jacen along this time was also improving things.

They'd left Chopper with the ship, hidden among the trees not far from the spot along a wide river where they've chosen to settle for the moment. They'll head along to Black Spire soon, but there was no rush. They'd brought food – a few meeilooruns, cured and spiced nerf strips, kibla greens and fried walda blossoms. All a better meal than what they could get at the local cantina, Hera's sure.

Hera had helped Jacen through the challenging landing among the trees and high stone spires. In a way, she hopes, was helpful, and not irritating. Since he'd starting joining her in the cockpit, Hera had felt Jacen had some of her instincts for flight, her same curiosity and yearning toward the ship's controls. But this was a landing even most well-experienced pilots couldn't have made, one Hera chose in part because it was so unlikely anyone would bother scanning for ships in such a difficult spot.

And as long as she had known him, Jacen had been quiet, and resistant to telling her when, maybe, she was being irritating.

They'd made it through the landing. He'd helped her pack the food. But when they reached the river, he'd pulled off his shirt, and dived straight into the water.

It's a wide, black river, with a fast current that ripples the water's surface, speeds along the stones at the river's edge. But Hera doesn't call out to him, doesn't pester him to be careful. She just smiles, and starts setting out the food they'd brought.

She knows well enough that, out here, he can take care of himself.

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[for_everyone]

She takes another breath.

"It doesn't sound like more that would be useful to me."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"No? Then this Republic of yours cares so little for what lies beyond its borders? Hmm."

Short-sighted of them, but it's also likely that there is still a great deal of unrest inside its own borders.

Such as they are.

"Do you expect that situation to last much longer?"

[for_everyone]

Another attempt to bait her, and one she doesn't have to take this time.

"I already told you," she answers. "I'm not with the Republic."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

He raises his eyebrows.

"Are things so dire, then, that you find the fringes a safer place to be?"

Sadly, this is not at all unexpected. Or perhaps not sadly at all.

[for_everyone]

"That's not why we're here," Jacen snaps. Hera squeezes his wrist again, and he turns back to her.

"What?" he asks, his voice sharp. "He's one of them, isn't he?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"A greater precision in terms might be appreciated, but -- if you mean the former Empire, yes. If you mean the Chiss, also yes. If you mean something else . . . I'm afraid I have no idea to what you are referring."

What's incredibly unfortunate is that this is the truth. And that fact makes Thrawn very, very uncomfortable.

[for_everyone]

"The Empire," he answers.

Even ten years out from the Battle of Yavin, it's not easy for either Jacen or Hera to remember to put the 'former' in front of it.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"It would be largely pointless to deny it, so. As I said, yes. I am a former Grand Admiral, if that adjusts your anger to a suitable level."

His voice remains mild.

For Hera, at least, this is probably not a surprise.

[for_everyone]

"Very former," Hera says, her voice quiet.

"And I don't think you have anything more to say to us."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"I imagine you would prefer that," Thrawn says. He's looking toward Jacen, now, and the bag that he keeps hesitating to reach into.

"Though I do know the location of a few Force users, if your young man could use more training. They seem rather thin on the ground, these days. The Inquisitors certainly aren't what they once were."

[for_everyone]

Hera knows that even if she could control her reaction enough to fool Thrawn, Jacen certainly won't be able to. She drops his wrist, and her eyes never move from Thrawn as she hears Jacen call the lightsaber from the bag up into his hand, and ignite its white blade.

Jacen steps in front of her. "Get out."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Or you'll kill me, I take it?"

One eyebrow is raised, and the rest of Thrawn remains unflinching.

"Even though I've threatened neither of you? I hadn't thought that the Jedi way, but times have changed."

[for_everyone]

Hera speaks now, loud enough to be heard over the murmur of Jacen's blade.

"He's not a Jedi."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Ah, that's right. Not all Force users are Jedi, though it is a simple mistake to make."

He smiles, very faintly.

"Tell me, are you planning to use his talents to navigate the Unknown Regions? This is not a terrible staging ground for such a mission, as I have cause to know."

[for_everyone]

Though he doesn't lower his weapon, Jacen looks back at her. She returns his glance, her eyebrows just slightly raised.

It's likely very apparent they weren't planning anything like this.

"Why?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"It is the only truly safe way to make it through, as at least one former Jedi had cause to discover. I'm sure I cannot speak for anyone else."

He is still smiling, though it remains faint.

[for_everyone]

For the first time, some of Hera's anger and frustration slips.

"To make it through the Unknown Regions?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Into and then through, yes," Thrawn agrees, inclining his head in the faintest of nods.

"Should the need for such a journey ever arise."

[for_everyone]

"On-" Jacen begins again, but she glances back to him, and shakes her head very slightly.

To Thrawn, "Why are you here?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"I am observing," Thrawn says mildly.

"Some might even say that I am assessing the situation in this corner of the galaxy. I doubt I shall be staying long."

[for_everyone]

"And then going where?" Hera asks.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Home."

It's simple enough.

[for_everyone]

"If what you said is true," Hera says, slowly, "how are you going to do that?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"A rendezvous," Thrawn says easily enough.

"With my own people."

He pauses, mouth quirking upward at one corner, more than a little.

"I'm hardly about to try to kidnap anyone currently standing here, if that was your concern."

[for_everyone]

"I wasn't concerned about it."

'Curious' might be a better word.