Honey I Shrunk the Pups

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn, Grand Admiral of the Empire and commander of the Star Destroyer Chimaera, steps from his shuttle onto the landing pad in Coruscant --

And ends up in Milliways instead.

He is greeted by a flash of blue light, and then he is abruptly only several inches tall.

This will certainly impede his return to Lothal and the factories there. It is . . . vexing. And almost completely unexpected.

His first matter of business is, of course, to find some protective cover, and from there to evaluate his current situation. It may take him some time.

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[for_everyone]

At some point later, Hera, from a later time than her currently tiny counterpart, also wanders into the bar.

She arrives safely after the flash of blue light, and without much thought to it and only a quick look around, she heads toward one of the tables.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

It is unfortunate for Thrawn that he has taken shelter under that self-same table, and is currently in the process of scaling a chair leg so that he can obtain a better vantage point on the bar proper.

It is the first step to solving this mystery and, one hopes, regaining his usual proportions.

[for_everyone]

Hera pulls out the chair, about to sit down when -

Well, her first reaction is to jolt back. She's never really been afraid of insects, but this is like suddenly coming upon a creepy little Galdewik spider.

But then, without a sound, she crouches down, to check if she really is seeing what she thinks she's seeing.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn's voice emerges at a much higher frequency than usual, which means the pitch is higher while the volume is significantly decreased.

"Ah, General Syndulla. I see you have managed to escape this latest Milliwaysian disaster. How . . . unexpected."

He has a blaster at his side, but at these dimensions it would be like a pinprick to the General. This is one reason he doesn't draw said weapon.

[for_everyone]

"This is weird."

There is so much about this she... doesn't really know what to do with.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"It is certainly not what most of us expected when we awakened this morning."

Thrawn keeps his hands clasped behind his back, shoulders straight.

It does not make him look taller, but it does keep him from looking intimidated. Or, rather, that is the intention.

[for_everyone]

Hera watches him for another moment.

And then, she rolls her eyes, lifting herself up again and reaching to pull out a different chair.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn watches her do so, then begins scaling the chair arm so that he can make his way toward the table's surface.

[for_everyone]

Hera, meanwhile, takes a seat and orders a glass of water from a passing waitrat.

She doesn't watch Thrawn, nor make any offer to help him.

[iprotectyou]

A giant--well, giant is relative; this man is only a few inches tall--comes bounding over to him, staff in hand. The little human stops short when he sees the Imperial uniform, scowling darkly.

"Hoi. Did you see what happened?" he calls, grounding his staff.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn merely raises one black eyebrow, hands clasped together loosely behind his back.

"Unfortunately, no. Did you?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze shifts his staff to his other hand, keeping one eye out for literal giants.

"There was a blue flash of light and a shockwave that knocked me off my feet, and now I'm tiny."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Ah. I did see a flash of blue light, but experienced no shockwave. Interesting."

Thrawn falls silent, looking out over the bar as he ponders this new information.

[iprotectyou]

Baze glares at the apparently unruffled Imperial. The human sets his jaw, and tears his eyes away from the Chiss to search the room.

"Well. I'm going to find cover."

Baze starts walking in the direction of the bar stools. He's not going to let the Imperial see him run again.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn's eyebrow remains arched.

"You are aware that you are far more likely to be stepped on that way?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze stops, sighs, and glares over his shoulder. He's so aggrieved.

"Yes, I know, but I'm hoping I'll be able to scale something to get on top of the bar. If I can camp out there, then Bar will be able to provide whatever I need."

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"And you will leave solving this current difficulty to others."

His voice is very dry.

"Of course."

[childofrebellion]

(OOC: I'm good for a short thread if getting them to the same place to talk is tough but I wanted there to be a sighting.)

Cassian's trying to stay off the floor, it seems safer to be on high ground, easier to communicate with those who are the proper size and learn more. When he sees Thrawn, he's on top of a stool and frowns.

That shade of white and cut of uniform belong to the Empire and he stops to observe as he remembers this man, Thrawn from before. He's certainly changed his position in the world.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn always knows when he is being watched. He turns toward the source of that feeling, one eyebrow arching as he sees who it is.

Interesting.

He will only look away when Cassian does.

[childofrebellion]

When he's seen, Cassian moves closer to approach Thrawn, "Hello, this hit you as well?"

[grandadmiralartcritic]

"Have you forgotten me so soon?"

That eyebrow of his remains arched.

[childofrebellion]

"No, I haven't forgotten you seem to have gone up in the galaxy,"

He was trying to be diplomatic and start with the shared problem before moving onto the fact that Thrawn's now with the Empire.

As he gets closer, he can see the rankings and his hand tenses into a fist before he forces it to open. This is Milliways and they're both small, not the time or the place, he'll gather what intel he can.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Good luck with that, Cassian.

"Have you stayed precisely where you were, then? Interesting."

Or precisely the opposite. Only time will tell.

[childofrebellion]

"Precisely, no,"

That's an odd assumption, but he's not going to give too much away. He's a pilot and with his work in the Rebellion, he's always on the move.

[grandadmiralartcritic]

Thrawn's smile is thin-lipped and humorless.

"Quite. And yet the both of us might remain precisely here unless a way is found to return each of us to our former stature."