AKwxlady Obi Wans Daughter Part two Chapter five

“Good afternoon, Commander LaRone,” Thrawn said from his place at the display monitors in his Ready Room. “Isn’t it time for your training sessions with Ki’tia?”

“Yes, sir, Grand Admiral,” LaRone replied smartly. “She is warming up with the other men.”

“Is there a problem?” Thrawn asked.

“No, sir.” LaRone answered. “She is doing quite well. After 20 sessions she is more and more confident using the Force to augment her hand to hand defensive skills. She’s really quite good, and she seems to enjoy the practice.”

“Excellent.” Thrawn replied. “What is it, then?”

“Sir,” LaRone began, hesitantly, “Ki’tia has become like a little sister to me and the men. She’s really very sweet. Well, tonight is our monthly tiizzah night for the 501st Legion. We were hoping you would allow her to join us.”

Thrawn thought for a moment. “That is acceptable,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” LaRone smiled. “I’ll see nothing happens to her.”

“I trust you will, Commander.” Thrawn replied.

“Tiizzah? What’s tiizzah?” Ki’tia asked. LaRone was escorting her back to her quarters after the training session. He seem unusually excited about this tiizzah night she’d been invited to.

“You’ll see,” LaRone answered, with a big grin. “Just be ready in an hour. We don’t want to be late, or the guys’ll scarf down all the good kinds before we get there!”

“I’ll be ready,” she answered.

Tiizzah turned out to be round flat breads topped with red or white sauces and various meats, vegetables and cheeses. It was wonderful! Ki’tia was seated between LaRone and Quiller in the large mess hall, with the rest of the 501st Legion Stormtroopers. She had never seen so many men talking and laughing and eating at one time before. And, she couldn’t believe how much they ate! Each man must have eaten more than a whole tiizzah himself!

“Come on, Ki’tia,” Brightwater said. “Try one more piece. You haven’t eaten enough to keep a mynock alive.”

“Thank you, I’ve had plenty,” Ki’tia laughed, “and what is a mynock?”

“You don’t want to know,” LaRone said, glaring at Brightwater. “Look out!” He put his arm around Ki’tia as an empty round tiizzah pan went flying by. “Oh no! Not this, again. Keep your eyes open. This happens every time.”

“What happens?” Ki’tia asked. Then she noticed more of the empty, and not quite empty tiizzah pans twirling across the room.

“The end of tiizzah night soaring pan contest,” Quiller said, ducking a flying pan. “We should get Ki’tia out of here, LaRone.”

“Why?” Ki’tia laughed. “That looks like fun.” She pointed up at one of the pans soaring by and motioned. The pan stopped, hovered in the air above her. She moved her hand and sent the pan flying back across the room, toward the Stormtrooper who had originally launched it. The Stormtrooper looked surprised as the pan stopped in midair and landed on the table in front of him. There was a roar of laughter and Ki’tia caught another flying pan. She made it zoom around the room, causing several men to duck from the wild object. This went on for several minutes. Ki’tia making pans do loops and dives at Stormtroopers. Laughter ringing across the room. Then…

“Attention!” commanded one of the officers. Grand Admiral Thrawn had entered the room. The men snapped to parade attention, silence falling immediately. Ki’tia remain seated, but stared at Thrawn.

“Ki’tia,” Thrawn ordered. She rose and walked toward him.

“It was my fault, Grand Admiral…” she began.

“Silence!” Thrawn commanded. He placed a hand on her back and escorted her out of the mess hall. They walked in silence to her quarters. Thrawn entered with her.

“Please don’t blame the men for what I did tonight!” she pleaded. There were tears in her eyes. Thrawn quickly took her in his arms and kissed her. At first, she was startled, then she put her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss. They kissed and caressed passionately for several minutes.

Thrawn pulled away. “The men are not in trouble for what occurred tonight,” he said. “Your training will continue tomorrow, as usual.” He touched her cheek. “Good night, Ki’tia, my dear one.” With that he left her quarters.

It was well past midnight, but Ki’tia sensed his presence in the corridor. Her door opened and he entered her quarters. “Don’t be afraid, Ki’tia,” Thrawn whispered. “I need to be near you. Stay where you are.” It was dark. She heard the rustle of fabric and knew he was removing his clothing. He laid down next to her in her bed, under the covers. He was wearing a light shirt and shorts. She was lying on her side with her back to him. He put his arm around her chest, just under her breasts, he could feel their weight against his arm, their warmth through her nightgown. Thrawn wrapped his long legs around Ki’tia’s, their feet tangled together. Thrawn nestled his face in her hair. “What is this power you have over me, Ki’tia? Are you doing something to me through the Force, or is it the A’nir, to make me want you like this?”

She tried to turn toward him, but he held her in place. His body pressed against hers. “No, you must believe me,” she pleaded. “I would never…”

“I do believe you,” he kissed the back of her head. “Now, just let me hold you for a little while. I can’t stay long.” He stretched out his body along hers. She felt every muscle. She felt his desire for her.

After an hour or more, Thrawn turned Ki’tia toward him. He kissed her gently and left her bed. He dressed quickly. “Can you use your Force senses to know if there is anyone in the corridor?” he asked.

“The corridor is empty to the turbolift,” Ki’tia replied. Thrawn walked to her, bent and kissed her lightly.

“Good night, my dear one,” he whispered.

“Good night, Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” she whispered.

Thrawn was in his Ready Room watching Ki’tia’s latest training session on the display monitors. He had visited her quarters every night since that first time, all the same. He would lay next to her in her bed and hold her, never any more, but he wanted her. His desire was becoming overpowering. Everything was complete and ready at SH-58. He and Ki’tia would leave the Admonitor in three days.

If the Emperor’s timing was correct, in just a few weeks the Rebel Alliance would be crushed at Endor. Cleaning up the Rebels would keep the Emperor and Vader busy while Ki’tia conceived and carried his child. Then he would take her and the child to the Hand of Thrawn, where they would be secure. But, he had to be careful while aboard the Admonitor. The Emperor could not learn of Ki’tia. Nor could the crew of the Admonitor think there any attachment between himself and the woman. This was imperative.

Thrawn continued to watch the monitors when…

BLAST!

An explosion rocked the Admonitor. Alarms sounded. Thrawn thumbed his comm. “Bridge, report!”

“Explosion in central arms storage. Fire containment and medical crews en route,” the Bridge responded.

BLAST! BLAST!

“Seal off the decks around that area, Lieutenant!” Thrawn ordered. “I’m heading down there.”

“You’re doing very well,” LaRone said to Ki’tia, getting up from where she had thrown him. He put a hand out to Grave and helped him up.

“That time you tookdown four of us,” Quiller said. “That’s your best yet.” Quiller was smiling. Ki’tia smiled at the men. “We might have to start wearing our armor around you.” He laughed and joked punched at her arm.

BLAST!

“What was that?” LaRone asked.

“I don’t know,” Quiller answer, “but it was close. We’d better go take a look.” The alarm sounded.

LaRone turned to Ki’tia. “You stay in here, unless someone comes to get you. There is an emergency air supply on the wall over there if you need it.” Ki’tia nodded. The men were at the door.

BLAST! BLAST!

LaRone turned back to Ki’tia. “Stay here!” he commanded, pointing to the floor. The Stormtroopers left her in the exercise room.

Ki’tia took a calming breath and opened herself up to the Force. She could sense confusion and destruction. She could feel injured men.

“Report, Captain Niriz!” Thrawn commanded, as he came upon the scene of the explosion.

“Explosion area contained,” Niriz reported. “Blast doors closed to the armory. Fire containment crews on site. There still removing the injured men. There is one critical. Dr. Crosby doesn’t think he’ll survive, sir.” Niriz paused and looked at Thrawn. He directed Thrawn’s attention to an injured man on the floor nearby. “It’s Commander Parck, sir, I’m sorry.”

Thrawn walked over to Parck and knelt down. Parck had some burns on his clothing, face and hands, but none appeared severe. “He doesn’t look that badly burned,” Thrawn said. He looked around. “Where is Crosby? And, why isn’t Parck on a stretcher on the way to sickbay?”

The doctor came over to Thrawn. “Grand Admiral,” Dr. Crosby said, “I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do for Commander Parck. I know he was a friend of yours.” The doctor looked down at Parck and shook his head.

“This man is still alive, doctor,” Thrawn insisted. “Why is he not getting treatment?”

“Admiral,” the doctor soothed, “the Commander’s lungs were scorched by the fire. There is nothing we can do. We don’t have the facilities here to perform a lung transplant. I’ve given him something for pain. That’s all I can do. He is dying.”

Thrawn frowned. “Can we at least get something to cover him with?” he asked.

“I’ll see what I can do,” the doctor said. “Right now everything is being used for transport for burn victims we can help.” The doctor walked away.

Thrawn looked around. He removed his Grand Admiral’s uniform tunic and laid it over Commander Parck. His lips drawn tight, Thrawn turned to see if he could help elsewhere.

No one notice a few minutes later when Ki’tia entered the area. She came upon Commander Parck and kneeled down on the floor next to him. She removed Thrawn’s tunic and opened the zipseam to Parck’s tunic. She placed her hands on his chest. Next she used one hand to open his mouth and began to lightly blow air into his mouth. Parck’s chest started to rise and fall. Ki’tia continued to blow softly into his mouth.

“Get away from him!” Dr. Crosby grabbed Ki’tia by the arm and pulled her away from Parck. “Grand Admiral! I insist you keep your prisoner away from my patients!”

Ki’tia was fighting to get back to Parck. “I can help him,” she protested. “I can heal him!” She looked at Thrawn. “I can save him. Please let me.”

Thrawn looked at Ki’tia, then at Parck’s chest moving. “Let her work,” he said. He took Ki’tia’s arm out of the doctor’s hand. Ki’tia immediately knelt back down next to Parck. “Do you need anything?” Thrawn asked her.

“Some water,” she answered. “The air is too dry here.”

“I object to this, Grand Admiral!” Dr. Crosby said. “You will answer for this!”

“Someone get water,” Thrawn ordered. “Doctor, you may file any objection in your reports and they will be duly answered in my reports. Until that time, this man is no longer your patient!” Someone handed him a cup of water and he handed it to Ki’tia. Ki’tia took the water, put some on her fingers and moistened Parck’s lips. She then took a small amount into her mouth. With one hand moving slowly around his chest, she resumed blowing softly into his mouth, pausing every few breaths to take more water into her mouth. The movements of Parck’s chest growing stronger and stronger.

After several minutes, a medical aid approached Thrawn. “Excuse me, Grand Admiral,” the aid said. “We are ready to move the Commander to sickbay.” He had a repulsorlift waiting for the patient.

“Ki’tia,” Thrawn said softly to her. “Can we move you and Commander Parck to sickbay?”

“As long as I can remain in contact with him,” Ki’tia replied. “It would help to get away from this smoke and dry air.” She nodded at Thrawn.

“You heard her, men,” Thrawn ordered. “Ki’tia is to be allowed to remain in physical contact with Commander Parck at all times.” The men showed their understanding and proceeded to lift Parck onto the repulsolift. They adjusted the lift low enough to allow Ki’tia to walk beside it with one hand on Parck’s chest during transfer.

When they arrived at sickbay, Parck was moved to a medical bed with the full automatic complement of biometric readouts. Ki’tia continued to heal Parck for several hours. Thrawn and Dr. Crosby watched from close by.

“It’s amazing,” Dr. Crosby said, at one point during the night, “his lungs are almost completely regenerated. Look at the readout Grand Admiral.” He pointed to the monitors above Parck’s bed. “It’s as if he has newly grown lung tissue. He is breathing on his own.”

Thrawn noticed Ki’tia slumping over Parck. He rushed to her. “Ki’tia, are you alright?”

“I’ve done as much as I can tonight,” she said, her hands sliding off Parck. “He is mostly healed, just some superficial burns remain, but I can’t do more, now.” She staggered and Thrawn picked her up in his arms. The doctor rushed over.

“Ki’tia,” Dr. Crosby said, concerned, “Can I assist you in any way?”

“No, thank you, Dr. Crosby,” she replied. “I just need to meditate and rest. I will return tomorrow to finish with Commander Parck, if that is alright with you.”

“Miss Ki’tia,” the doctor bowed his head, “you are welcome in my sickbay at any time. Would it help to put the commander in bacta, or would you rather just continue with your healing treatment?”

“Bacta would be most beneficial, Doctor,” she answered, “and, thank you.” Ki’tia smiled at the doctor and he returned the smile.

“I’m going to get Ki’tia back to her quarters, now,” Thrawn said. Ki’tia was still in his arms, with one of her arms around his neck.

“Would you like some assistance, sir?” the doctor asked, as Thrawn was leaving sickbay.

“No, I’ve got her,” he responded. Ki’tia put her head on Thrawn’s shoulder as he carried her down the corridor. She was asleep in his arms when they arrived at her quarters. He placed her on her bed and removed her boots.

“I’m fine, Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” she smiled at him. Thrawn came and sat next to her on the bed. He brushed some loose hair out of her face.

“Are you sure?” he replied, concern evident on his face. His hands resting on her shoulders.

“Yes,” she assured him. “Commander Parck was very near death when I found him. There wasn’t time to prepare myself for that extensive of a healing process. He needed immediate attention, and the air was so dry, it was difficult to get enough moisture into his cells to allow for regeneration.”

“You saved his life,” Thrawn gazed at her in amazement.

“That’s what I’m trained to do as an A’nir,” she told him. “That’s why the Force brought me to him.” Thrawn kissed her. Could he trust Parck not to tell Ki’tia his plans, now that she had saved his life? “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I need to get you off the Admonitor before the Emperor learns of how you saved Commander Parck,” Thrawn said. “The first report of the incident will be transmitted in twelve hours. We need to be on our way by then. Can you be ready?”

“Of course, I’ll be ready,” Ki’tia answered.

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