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Ах ну да, как же я это забыла написать про последнюю траунокнижку!

"Thrawn. Treason", Timothy Zahn
По-прежнему непонятно зачем Траун Илая услал, и как это Илай его послушался, и как вообще это формально было обставлено. Вот что Ронан в аналогичной ситуации подумал вполне ясно. А ещё мне по-прежнем убольше нравится на русском вариант имени Эли, а не запись произношения кириллицей. И кажется вполне допустимым - никогда не забыть мне, как я внезапно поняла, что Alcibiades/Элсибиадис это Алкивиад, а Thucydides/Тусидидис это Фукидид.
Илай - любимчик навигаторов! Очень мило было.
Видела на ао3 пару фичков про Ронана и Чаф'орм'бинтрано. С иллюстрациями даже.

 Privately, given the fondness Thrawn had had for the young man and the master–pupil relationship they’d shared as Thrawn nurtured Vanto’s career, Faro was pretty sure Vanto was dead. She could think of no other reason for him to have left the Chimaera.

Thrawn had told him that the Chiss Ascendancy had vital need of his talents and abilities, and that he’d arranged for Eli to be quietly released from his current duty aboard the Chimaera. Eli had accepted the new assignment and left Imperial space, arriving at the rendezvous point Thrawn had sent him to full of hope and expectation, with the excitement of the unknown tingling through him.

orders—the normal convention was to use core names for everything except in the most formal situations.

Thrawn, Tarkin, Vader, the Emperor—they all deserved one another. Fortunately for the Empire, there were a handful of men like Director Krennic who could stand up to them.

For all he knew, Thrawn might send him back to the Ascendancy still carrying the burden of shame and suspicion.
He didn’t mind for himself. Thrawn had said he might be of use to the Chiss, and Ar’alani seemed satisfied with his work, and for right now that was enough.
It was his parents who had to bear the brunt of the stigma, and his former friends in the fleet who had to see his name forever draped with contempt.
Which made Thrawn’s aloofness toward him so puzzling. Didn’t he realize what Eli had gone through? What he’d given up for him?

“The admiral is otherwise engaged, and time may be critical,” Thrawn said sternly. “I’m therefore asking you.”
“Yes, sir.” A deserter and a traitor to the Empire…and yet here he was, about to tell Chiss secrets to his former Imperial commander. Did that offer a degree of redemption? Or did it simply make him twice a traitor?

There is no Grysk art available. That lack creates limitations, perhaps fatal ones. Perhaps Grysks do not create in that way.
But there is art from their victims. It will have to suffice.

We do not struggle against flesh and blood—the old Clone Wars–era saying whispered through Faro’s mind—but against ideas and fears, against hopelessness and manipulation.

Faro nodded, her arguments about Thrawn’s focus and availability evaporating in the heat of Ar’alani’s stare.

“It’s not my Empire anymore,” Eli said firmly. The idea that he was still loyal to the Empire instead of the Ascendancy was something he needed to push back against anywhere and everywhere it raised its head. It was the same battle, he’d long since realized, that Thrawn had been fighting throughout his life in the Empire.
The awkward question, and one Eli wasn’t yet prepared to answer, was whether either of them had actually made the complete break they both claimed.

Pellaeon was a good officer, but he’d never had quite the degree of personal loyalty that Savit liked in his subordinates.

Savit permitted himself a small smirk. Probably still inside, wrapped up in the latest of the artwork studies that had made him the butt of so many jokes in the navy’s upper ranks. Thrawn’s supporters claimed it helped him learn his enemy’s tactics; his critics figured he just liked pretty pictures.

Ronan gazed at him, marveling in spite of himself.

“This is Captain Gilad Pellaeon, commanding the ISD Harbinger,” a new voice came over the speaker. “I’ve reviewed the data sent by the Chimaera, and have concluded that the evidence is sufficient to justify an official inquiry. Accordingly, I am placing the Harbinger under the authority of Commodore Faro and calling on Grand Admiral Savit to surrender his command.

But this was Admiral Ar’alani. It would be useless to lie to her.

“Vah’nya, Un’hee, and all the other Chiss navigators,” Ar’alani said. “You’re examining their histories, genetics, family flow, and everything else about them we could codify sufficiently to be reduced to numbers. You’re searching for a pattern—which Mitth’raw’nuruodo assured me you are quite good at—with the ultimate goal of anticipating where future navigators may arise and perhaps how to nurture more of them.”

He should have known that Thrawn wouldn’t have sent him to Ar’alani and the Chiss without an exceptionally good reason.

“Someday, Mitth’raw’nuruodo, you’ll overthink and overplan, and it will come crashing down all around you. When that happens, I hope someone is there to lift you back to your feet.”

“Someday, Mitth’raw’nuruodo, you’ll overthink and overplan, and it will come crashing down all around you. When that happens, I hope someone is there to lift you back to your feet.”
“You, perhaps?”
Ar’alani shakes her head. Her expression holds regret, perhaps even pain. “I very much fear I will never see you again. The growing chaos in the Ascendancy warns of coming war. If you don’t return quickly, there may be nothing left for you to return to.”

The face that appeared on the Emperor’s private comm display was a familiar one. Grand Admiral Thrawn.
But was it the face of a senior Imperial officer? Or was it the face of a quiet traitor? The Emperor no longer knew for certain.

“Then I leave you to your duties,” the Emperor said. “And Grand Admiral Mitth’raw’nuruodo?”
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“When the business on Lothal is finished,” the Emperor said softly, “you will return to Coruscant.
“Where you and I will have a long, long talk.”

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