AKwxlady Obi Wans Daughter Part two Chapter three

Captain Niriz stood as Thrawn approached his command station on the bridge of the Admonitor. “Good morning, Grand Admiral Thrawn,” he said coming to attention.

“Good morning, Captain Niriz,” Thrawn replied with a nod. “Please, resume your duties.” The captain sat back down in his command chair. “Is the investigation of Captain Miczysin’s shuttle explosion completed?”

“Yes, sir,” Niriz replied. He held out a data card. “Here is the report. The explosion was due to a failure to properly vent gases at lift off.”

“Was there any damage to the Admonitor?” Thrawn asked. He was studying the various bridge sections below the captain’s command center.

“Minimal, sir,” Niriz responded. “Repairs were completed through the night. We are ready to get underway at your command Admiral.”

“Excellent Captain,” Thrawn nodded. “At your convenience resume previous course to the Unknown Regions. I will review this,” he held up the data card, “it can be transmitted to the Valadin at our next drop out of hyperspace.” Thrawn turned to walk off the bridge.

Captain Niriz turned to his crew, “helm prepare for hyperspace.”

Thrawn boarded the turbolift and pulled out his comlink. “Commander Parck, Grand Admiral Thrawn, meet me in my Ready Room.”

Parck arrived at Thrawn’s Ready Room a few minutes later. Thrawn was once again seated at the tactical displays and motioned for Parck to join him. One of the displays was the security monitor in Ki’tia’s quarters.

“Good morning, Voss,” Thrawn said. “Do you have the results of the genetic compatibility simulation?

“Good morning, sir,” Parck nodded. “Yes, right here.” He handed Thrawn a data card. Thrawn placed the card in his datapad. Parck continued, “There is a 97 percent probability of genetic compatibility, with the Chiss bloodline likely remaining dominant. The Force sensitivity would pass on to the child as an unknown quantity. Once the Force sensitivity exists in one parent it is passed onto the child, regardless of the Force sensitivity of the other parent.” Parck paused and Thrawn nodded. “There could be one problem. There is only an 89 percent probability that Ki’tia could carry your child as a viable pregnancy. There is an 11 percent chance her body would reject the fertilized embryo. That is, it would not successfully implant in her womb to actually make her pregnant.” Parck watched for any emotion in Thrawn’s face.

“It would still be possible,” Thrawn mused, “for the embryo to be removed from Ki’tia and grown to term in a cloning cylinder.” He turned to Parck and raised a blue-black eyebrow.

“Would she be willing to allow that?” Parck asked, looking at the woman on the monitor.

“Willing, or not,” Thrawn answered, “It might be the only solution.” He looked at Ki’tia on the monitor, also. She was sitting on the floor with her eyes closed. There were small objects from the room moving in the air around her. Then her body lifted several inches off the floor. She hovered, not touching the floor. “This is too precious of an opportunity to let go by, Voss. I must act on it,” Thrawn said.

“She is amazing,” Parck said, staring at Ki’tia, “and really quite beautiful. Will you impregnate her here, sir?”

“No, I don’t want her getting startled and damaging the Admonitor.” Thrawn smiled at Parck and handed him a data card. “On this card are instructions for the maintenance team at The Hand of Thrawn. I want them to make the indicated changes to outpost SH-58. If you would, add the necessary equipment for a cloning cylinder, just to bring an embryo to term naturally. This will set up the facility as an ‘officer’s home’ a place where I can take Ki’tia to impregnate her and deliver the child. After the baby is born, they will be taken to The Hand of Thrawn. I’ve ordered two droids. Make sure the ME droid is familiar with the cloning cylinder.”

“Very well, sir,” Parck responded. “Will there be anything else?”

“Yes,” Thrawn replied. “Arrange for a daily medical scan of Ki’tia. I need to know her fertility cycle. We’ll leave the ship a few days before her next fertile phase, after the work at SH-58 is completed.” Parck nodded. “And Commander, as always, I appreciate your assistance and confidentiality.” Thrawn nodded.

“Always, sir,” Parck said. “It should be possible to set up the scan through the monitors already in her quarters, without involving the medical staff. I’ll see to it today.” He inclined his head to Thrawn, then turned and left the room.

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