My little secrets

"How did you know I was wearing a necklace?"

Tiny geek accessories, details of our everyday outfits, give us little delicious joys.

They can be Ezra earrings on the second day of school, a Thrawn ring in an important meeting, or an engraved kyber crystal pendant to show off during a seminar.

Like micro cosplays, they show a glimpse of what that character represents to us.

Little secrets, revealed just to ourselves.

They gave us power or comfort.

Some people might notice them.

But they are seldom able to "see" anyway.

Like with us, after all.

"Would you trade that necklace for a glimpse into your future?"

[Photo: suggested by @kotoroa, this customizable engraved -kyber- crystal necklace is made by HeartcraftedFantasy on Etsy, and sparks purple light when turning the metal frame at the top]

The tragedy

“This weapon is your life.”

“I’ve heard this lesson before.”

Obi-Wan held it out again, finally relinquishing that awful stare, and Anakin took the weapon and replaced it on his belt.

“But you haven’t learned anything, Anakin,” the Jedi Knight said, turning away.

“I try, Master.”

There was sincerity in his tone, Obi-Wan clearly recognized, and a bit of regret, perhaps, and that reminded Obi-Wan of the difficult circumstances under which Anakin had entered the Order. He had been far too old, nearly ten years of age, and Master Qui-Gon had taken him in without permission, without the blessing of the Jedi Council. Master Yoda had seen potential danger in young Anakin Skywalker. [.]

After Qui-Gon’s death at the hands of a Sith Lord, the Jedi Council had rethought their decision [.] with Obi-Wan fulfilling his promise to Qui-Gon that he would take the talented young boy under his tutelage. The Council had been hesitant, though, and obviously not happy about it. [.]

He looked up at Anakin, who was standing patiently, properly subdued after the tongue-lashing, and he took comfort in that image, in this incredibly likable, somewhat stubborn, and obviously brash young man.

He hid his smile only because it would not do for Anakin to understand himself forgiven so easily for his rash actions and the loss of his weapon. [.]

“Why do I think that you’re going to be the death of me?” Obi-Wan commented above the clamor.

“Don’t say that, Master,” Anakin replied seriously, and the intensity of his tone surprised Obi-Wan. “You’re the closest thing I have to a father. I love you, and I don’t want to cause you pain.”

“Then why don’t you listen to me?”

“I will,” Anakin said eagerly. “I’ll do better. I promise.”

~

Anakin and Obi-Wan. Their relationship.

One of the most complex and compelling in the entire saga.

The unresolved affection, the obsessive fears, the inevitable conclusion.

A tragedy.

Rolling inexorably on the inclined plane of the unspoken truth.

[Photo: adorably cute pins by @ritarussiandoll_pins, design art by @petit_croc_]

The revolutionary

L3: "No! Unacceptable! Stop exploiting droids! You sloppy degenerate bios! [.] Have you no shame?"

MAN: "You got no business being here. Get out of here!"

L3: "How can you condone this savagery? You, you. You should not be doing this. They're using you for entertainment. Yeah. You've been neurowashed. Don't just blindly follow the program. Exercise some free will!"

MAN: "Stay away from him!" [.]

L3: "Oh, really? How about you have a go at me, ya lumpy brute." [.]

LANDO: "L3!"

L3: "Droid rights! We are sentient!"

MAN: "I'm gonna flip your switch."

L3: "Good luck finding it.

LANDO: "L3! Let go of the mean man's face. We're leaving."

L3: "They don't even serve our kind here."

LANDO: "Now."

L3: "Who are these guys?"

LANDO: "We're taking them to Kessel."

L3: "Oh, are we? And what if I don't elect to go to Kessel?"

LANDO: "Please don't start."

L3: "Or what, you'll have me wiped? You couldn't get from here to Black Spire without me. Now you're gonna make the Kessel Run?"

HAN: "If she doesn't wanna fly, I'll be your co-pilot. I don't mind."

LANDO: "No, no. It's okay. She's definitely going."

L3: "Oh, why? Because you're my organic overlord?"

~

If you ask me which is the most revolutionary and heroic character in the whole Star Wars franchise, I won't answer Leia, or Jyn.

But L3-37.

She is vocal, sarcastic, bold.

She has her cause, and she is not going to compromise.

She fights for it.

And she dies for it.

She teaches us determination, self awareness, sacrifice.

To forge ourselves, learn, improve.

And to have the right to be who we want to be.

"Sure, some guy in a factory probably pieced me together originally, and someone else programmed me, so to speak. But then the galaxy itself forged me into who I am. Because we learn, Lando. We're programmed to learn. Which means we grow. We grow away from that singular moment of creation, become something new with each changing moment of our lives—yes, lives—and look at me: these parts. I did this. So maybe when we say the Maker we're referring to the whole galaxy, or maybe we just mean ourselves. Maybe we're our own makers, no matter who put the parts together."

[Photo: my precious L3-37 Funko Pop on a liquid nitrogen tank]

 

Unfamiliar numbers

The texture of his mind was unlike anything Anakin had ever touched before. It was neat and well ordered, the patterns of thought flowing smoothly and precisely in ways not unlike those of scientists or mathematicians. But the content of that flow, and the muted emo­tions accompanying it, were completely opaque. It was like a neat and precise array of unfamiliar numbers.

~

“There’s a certain air about such things, an overall feeling that forms in my mind.”

“Nothing you can codify for us?”

Thrawn turned to him, and through his faceplate Ba’kif saw the other’s wry smile. “Really, General,” he said. “If I could write all this down, I certainly would.”

“I know,” Ba’kif said. “It would be a lot easier for all of us if you could.”

~

Setting aside the datapad, he gazed again at the pattern of numbers flowing across his display. For most people, he knew, numbers were next to meaningless. For Eli, by life and by training a supply specialist, they were like music. Whether they formed themselves into inventory lists, targeting calculations, or hyperspace course and position data, numbers were at the heart of everything that made the universe function. They spoke to a grand symphony of people; [] of the lifeblood of good and evil alike.

Perhaps that was why he and Thrawn had worked so well together. Eli had his numbers, Thrawn had his art, and neither skill could be fully understood by anyone else.

~

According to Dr. Grandin, people with autism and Asperger's are specialist thinkers.

Specifically, pattern thinking is an abstract form of visual thinking. Daniel Tammet describes it as the ability to experience patterns and numbers in an exceptionally vivid way, being able to see and feel them. "The numbers are moving in my mind. That emotion, that motion, that texture will be highly memorable for me." In most people's brains, the recognition of colors, the ability to manipulate numbers, or language capacity all work separately and differently. But in pattern thinkers, the brain communicates between the regions, in a cognitive process that is not linear (so, in general, difficult to verbalize to other people).

Thrawn and Eli.

The pattern thinker and the pattern reader.

Peculiar minds

"It was with decidedly mixed feelings that Eli watched the Chimaera growing steadily to fill the shuttle’s viewport.

Back in his cadet days, he’d been thrown together with Thrawn completely against his will, and for a long time he’d resented the disruption in his life. Gradually that attitude had changed, largely keeping pace with how his view of Thrawn had changed from obstruction to interesting anomaly to the best thing that could have happened to Eli’s own career.

Before Thrawn offered this abrupt change in the course of Eli’s life, Eli had dared to see his commander as almost a friend.

What he didn’t know—what he’d never known—was how Thrawn saw him.

Did Thrawn have friends? Eli or anyone else? Had he had friends when he was growing up in the Chiss Ascendancy, or had he always been different, the oddness of his mind leaving his young peers bewildered or resentful?

It wasn’t just a general Chiss quality. Admiral Ar’alani was an excellent commander, and smart enough in her own way, but there was a spark that Thrawn had that she didn’t. She didn’t have the same knack for observing and analyzing the universe around her, nor did any of the others Eli had met aboard the Steadfast.

How unique was Thrawn?

It wasn’t something Eli needed to know. It wasn’t something he deserved to know. But it was something he very much wanted to know.

Though he probably never would."

~

Some memories are better left unsaid.

Feelings too powerful.

So real and emotional, being able to touch souls from different continents and backgrounds.

Personal.

Nevertheless, I would do everyone wrong if I wouldn't state here how much thankful I am to you all for, once again, being with me all along the way.

I am a very, *VERY* fortunate human.

[And Mr. and Mrs. Zahn are gems of this world]

[Photo: minds influencing each other and sharing —although @kotoroa is the brilliant one. And the perfect execution by @caitlynminimalist. Stunning aurebesh earrings.]

231 miles

“The warrior’s path lies before us,” he said. “Let us follow its guidance.”

Morning Spiran caf.

An exciting morning indeed.

After 62 posts, thousands of characters of captions, pages, and pages of quotes, hours spent redacting them, editing pictures, notes, and post-its, 8 months here bothering you with my love for the (very) tall (very) blue neurodivergent alien (who is not a villain), it seems a little surreal to realize that today I will drive my rented car for 231 miles -372 km- to meet the man responsible to create it all.

My IG account and community gave me so much.

I already said it, and I will state it over and over again until I have a voice.

"If one wants the joy of giving, one must in turn accept the humbleness of receiving, so as to allow others their own joy."

So, it is with immense pleasure and pride that I will try, these days, to share it all. If allowed to, I will also attempt to go "live" during Mr. Zahn's panel on Friday.

[If I understand how the kriff doing that on IG].

And I will bring all your joy, and creativity, and talent with me.

For him to see.

So, if you have a little time and you are curious about the adventure of this silly fangirl, check my IG stories every now and then. 'Raw'n will be with me, as usual, essential companion during my travels.

[He truly missed drinking fancy cocktails, and eating delicious ramen, while being in the spotlight]

I do not have any post truly planned for these three days, so, expect something random (sorry for that), but definitely inspired by the wonderful wonderful people that I will be very fortunate to meet.

"Very well. Shall we once again charge headlong into danger?”

“We shall".

[Photo: an IG fake, once again. Yep. I live alone, so this poodoo "me enjoying my morning coffee"photo took me 45 mins of shooting with a tripod and 2 hours of editing. Sad. The mug, however. *That* is something I will be always hyper about. Link in bio: today at 11 dollars on Teepublic]

Your son

"Hera fought in the battle of Endor, as did Commander Rex.

By that time, there had been a new member added to the crew of the Ghost. Spectre-Seven, Jacen Syndulla.

Born to fly, just like his mother.

And, well, we all know what his father was like."

I need to be honest here.

Of all the characters introduced in tv shows, books, and movies, Jacen is, by far, the one I am the most curious to read about.

Sure, I would pay good money for more insights about Eli's Ascendancy life.

But while my headcanon is able, somehow, to supply answers for Eli, in the case of Jacen, I have soooooo many open questions.

Son of a Rebel General and a Jedi, grandson of "The Hammer of Ryloth".

Big shoes to fill.

Did he have dad issues? Mom issues?

Was he force sensitive?

Did he have his father's heart? And his mother's soul?

Would he bond with the older Luke during the years in the Rebellion, given that they were both -curiously- sons of "supposed not to be fathers" Jedi?

Did Rex tell him epic stories about his very handsome dad while roasting space marshmallows in the Yavin summer nights?

Was he with his mom when the Ghost appeared on Exegol?

Was he Ben's childhood friend? Were they playing with marbles in a corner of the situation room while their moms were fighting the lasts year of the civil war? Or against the First Order?

Was he friends with Poe, then? Did he meet Rey or Finn? Were they karaoke buddies?

So many untold stories.

His network so vast and fascinating.

Such an unbelievably huge potential.

Aren't you curious?

[Photo: totally in love of this art print by @aly_en.art -on Teepublic-. Jacen's fierce and determined look here reminds me of his father's nobility and his mother's strength. Absolutely perfect.]

Space Waffles

"After the war, Zeb took Kallus along the secret hyperspace path to the planet Lira San.

It was then that Kallus realized he hadn't destroyed the Lasat people, and that they were thriving on this new world.

A world where he was welcomed as one of them."

Nothing is more Star Wars than some warm, fluffy, delicious space waffles, served with muja sauce topping, as the Old Jho's Pit Stop used to make.

As much nothing is more Star Wars than an old enemy, forgiven and welcomed as a treasured member of the family.

The redemption trope. The quintessence of Star Wars.

And, in the case of our beloved Kallus and Zeb —honorable, strong, with hearts big than a Nebulon-B frigate— it hit us like a love storm.

They are, very simply put, utterly adorable.

So, while waiting for discovering the destiny of the purgilled unlikely couple with my heart on the line, I find myself imagining Kallus' and Zeb's everyday life on Lira San.

Arguing over Zeb messy way to squeeze the toothpaste, preparing together some shuura-flavored Fizzyglug —Alexsandr's favorite, a warm memory of his Coruscanti childhood—, read a captivating Clone Wars history essay on a datapad in front of the fireplace, while Zeb noisily snores.

Basically, a cereals-commercial-kind-of-family.

Sweet and fluffy.

Like a space waffle.

[In the photo: a lot of Belgian waffles, and two cute pins by @fantasypinstress, on a design by @junkofzeart. I planned this shot so many weeks ago, and I finally realized the idea. I thought, after eating ALL the waffles pictured here that I wouldn't want more for a pretty long time. But I am here, writing this, craving for a little more. As @trisha.clev reminded me, Leslie Knope was right after all.

"We need to remember what's important in life: friends, waffles, work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn't matter, but work is third."]

The sass is strong with this one

“Don’t look so glum, Commodore,” Ar’alani advised as she strode past Faro on her way to the forward viewport, where Thrawn stood motionless with his hands clasped behind his back. “It’s simple physics. It will work.”

Faro glowered at her back. The physics were hardly simple, but they were straightforward enough.

But like every good magic trick, the crucial part was in the timing.

For his next trick, Grand Admiral Thrawn will make a Grysk base disappear.

[.]

“Excellent work, Commodore,” he added. “Your placement of the explosives was perfect.”

“Thank you, sir,” Faro said. Ar’alani looked at her.

And to Faro’s amazement, the Chiss actually smiled.

Faro smiled back.

How to make a Grysk station disappear.

Hey, presto!

~

"Combat readiness?" Ronan demanded, his voice somewhere between stunned and outraged. "Thrawn—"

"Admiral Thrawn," Faro shot back.

Ronan glared at her. Faro held his glare and sent back one of her own.

~

“Yes, sir.” For a long moment, Faro’s eyes lingered on Ronan’s face, eyes that said clearly and passionately that she wanted him dead, and not only dead but dead in the most lingering and painful way possible.

~

"And one more lost. Probably before it even off-loaded its cargo."

Faro felt her eyes narrow. "Its cargo?" she asked, turning to face Ronan. "Is that all you care about? Its cargo?"

"And its crew, too, of course," Ronan said stiffly, sending her glare straight back at her. "I am not a monster."

"No, of course not," Faro said, pitching her tone to be just shy of insubordination.

~

For a moment the Dark Lord gazed out the forward viewport in silence. Possibly thinking; possibly doing one of those Force things that Faro had never quite believed in and certainly never trusted.

Especially not from here. [.]

Mentally, she shook her head. Vader could talk all he wanted about how the Emperor could sense things all the way back at Coruscant, but Faro wasn’t buying any of it. In her opinion, it was overblown rhetoric masking private information sources or simple deductions.

~

The sass is strong with this one.

I love her SO much.

[Photo: my Faro custom LEGO minifig. Wonderful background by Yalaki, for the "Of Mitths and Legends" fanzine]

Il momento dello Spritz

“Commander?”

“A moment, sir,” Hammerly said, peering closely at her displays. “I think we’ve almost—got it, sir. Bearing—”

“I see it,” Thrawn said. “Lieutenant Pyrondi, on my mark fire a full ion salvo at Commander Hammerly’s location. The moment the salvo is away, Lieutenant Agral, you will swing the Chimaera around toward the approaching ship, dropping the bow as we turn to present our dorsal surface to them.”

Faro smiled. She saw where he was going now.

“At that moment, Commodore,” Thrawn continued, “you will launch the Defenders and two squadrons of TIE fighters in a Marg Sabl maneuver. As they reach their outward apsis and begin to close on the enemy, Lieutenant Pyrondi, you will deliver full salvos of turbolaser fire to their ship.”

He looked at Ronan, a small smile on his lips. “Let us see how well they can stand against an Imperial Star Destroyer.”

Of the eight to ten words Admiral Ar’alani spat out, Eli only knew three.

The gist, however, was pretty clear.

Two weeks’ worth of work and tens of thousands of light-years’ worth of travel, all of it down the drain.

She turned to Eli, her eyes seeming to glow extra hot, and he braced himself for the coming blast. But she merely held the glare a fraction of a second and then turned to the command console. “Full activation,” she ordered. “All systems. I want weapons up in fifteen seconds.”

~

I already ranted on how completely different the Chimaera environment is from the entire Imperial Navy.

And, if the fundamental reason is Thrawn's mentoring style, it is also true that everyone on that bridge is absolutely terrific.

Agral (he), the helmsman, Hammerly (she), at the sensors, Pyrodi (she), in charge of weapons, Faro (she), the XO, and Lomar (he), the communication officer.

They are outspoken, witty, fun, and totally rocking at their jobs.

Bonus here, a *very* mad swearing A'ralani, and wanted-to-be-invisible Eli.

[Photo: I did not originally commission this art by @lucenorthstar, but it was so perfect that decided to give my small contribution for the print. The spitz that they are drinking is an Italian aperitivo, a sacred ritual that I miss very much, and that I am certain they share on a regular basis]

Cassandra

"Look at them. So blissfully ignorant."

"Care to tell me what this is all about? Or would you rather save it for the Council?"

"Oh, no, no. You are the one that I wish to speak with. Were you not cast out of your Order?"

"I left voluntarily."

"Yes, but you were motivated to leave by the hypocrisy of the Jedi Council. We were both tools for greater powers."

"I am here to bring you to justice."

"Justice is merely the construct of the current power base. A base, which, according to my calculations, is about to change."

"And Darth Sidious is behind it?"

"He is behind everything."

"In the shadows, always. But soon, very soon... he will reveal himself. With your help, the Jedi can stop Sidious before it's too late."

"Too late for what?! The Republic to fall?"

"It already has, and you just can't see it! There is no justice, no law, no order, except for the one that will replace it! The time of the Jedi has passed. They cannot defeat Sidious. But, together, you and I can. Every choice you have made... has led you to this moment."

"I will help you. But you must answer one question."

"You have but to ask."

"What do you want with Anakin Skywalker?"

"He is the key to everything."

"To bring balance to the Force?"

"To destroy. He has long been groomed for his role, as my master's new apprentice."

"You lie."

"I'm afraid not. In fact, I was so certain of his fate that I orchestrated this war to lure him here with Kenobi to kill him. Thus, depriving Sidious of his prized pupil."

"I know Anakin. Your vision is flawed."

~

Maul. Screaming without a voice.

Lost, clouded, thirsty for revenge.

Like a sad Cassandra in his twisted insanity, he actually knows it all.

The fate of the Galaxy, Anakin, the Empire.

Every word, in the void.

[My most frightening nightmare]

[Photo: astonishingly elegant pin by @ritarussiandoll_pins, design by: @omgbartang]

Contempt

“You haven’t been with the navy long, have you?” Durril asked. "A few assault boats’ worth of stormtroopers, and it’ll be over.”

“Perhaps,” Thrawn said. “I will need more time to study the situation.”

“There is no time,” Donassius said. “Every hour the garrison is held, the reputation of the Empire is tarnished a little more. Your orders are to proceed at once to Batonn and release the insurgents’ hold on Scrim.” His lip twists. “Destroy the island if you have to, but remove the rebels.”

“Destroying the island would also kill the hostages,” Thrawn said. “There are better ways. But they require more reconnaissance and planning.”

“Very well,” Donassius said. His voice is stiff. “If you don’t think you can handle it, the Ninety-Sixth can go to Sammun instead.”

“You disapprove of my decision,” Thrawn said as he and Eli.

“I think everyone disapproved of your decision, sir,” Eli said sourly. “Whatever capital you might have had with the High Command, I think you’ve just burned it.”

“For the moment,” Thrawn said calmly, pulling out his datapad and keying it on. “That will change.”

“I don’t see how,” Eli said. "Admiral Durril seemed awfully certain he could take back the island.”

“Admiral Durril is always certain of himself,” Thrawn said. “But he has a tendency to value speed over precision. Often, it leads to miscalculation.”

“You think this is one of those miscalculations?”

“I am certain of it,” Thrawn said. “And that failure will be costly, both to his task force and to him personally.”

“Wonderful,” Eli muttered. More men and women hurt or killed because of the arrogance of their superiors. “Should we say something?”

“I did say something,” Thrawn reminded him. “I said the situation required more study.”

“So we just let him and the One Oh Third walk into the wall?”

“Admiral Durril has taken a stand,” Thrawn said. “We have offered advice. He has not taken it. We must now stand aside and allow him to test his confidence.”

“I suppose,” Eli said, craning his neck. The images were still flowing across Thrawn’s datapad. “May I ask what you’re doing, sir?”

“Studying Sammuni art,” Thrawn told him. “I need a better sense of the culture.”

~

This exchange is a gem. A GEM.

[Photo: since he is a rather recent purchase, I decided to feature my Thrawn Funko pop. However, the current posts series still belongs to Eli, so, indulge me in including him again, a custom made by @poppourrico, which recently opened a dedicated pop account @cardinal.creates. In the background: Chimaera embroidered canvas by the lovely @snipsandco_]

Are you scared?

Rex picked his way through the rubble of what had once been a beautiful city square, Skywalker’s new Padawan at his side.

“Have you thought about moving that line back?”

“Thank you, but General Skywalker thinks they’re fine where they are.”

“What if I gave you an order to move the cannons? You’re a captain, and I’m a Jedi, so I technically outrank you, right?”

“Technically, you’re only a youngling.”

“Padawan!”

“Look, littl’un,” Rex said, “why don’t I explain how things are in the real world?”

Ahsoka bristled visibly. “I still think—”

This time, he did interrupt. “Are you scared?”

“No!”

“Well, you should be. Because if you’re not scared in a war, then you haven’t grasped the severity of your situation.” Rex sat down on a chunk of masonry so he was at eye level with her. He preferred training by example, but that would have involved letting her get blown up, and he had to cut her some slack. She was just a kid, full of a kid’s weird mix of uncertainty and overconfidence about a brand-new rank. “I take my orders from General Skywalker. It’s called the chain of command, and it matters. And you take your orders from him, too, because you’re his Padawan. With me so far?”

That defiant jut of her chin had receded a little. “Yes, Captain.”

“Want to learn the most important things about being a soldier? Experience matters. One,” he said. “Orders. You follow orders. They keep you alive. Two, you’re part of a team. We look out for our buddies—I cover your back, you cover mine. And three, an officer rank doesn’t give you automatic respect. You earn it. It’s not just Skywalker’s rank that makes us give him one hundred percent. It’s because he treats us with respect, and he puts himself on the line with us.”

Rex paused to let it sink in. He took a guess that she wanted desperately to be taken seriously, and treated like an adult. She’d grow up all too soon in this war anyway.

“So … are you scared?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“You bet.”

~

Ahsoka's personality was shaped by Rex as much as by Anakin.

His down-to-earth attitude, optimism, and true good heart.

Across the years and the series, their bond is a gem.

[My fabulous earrings by @spectralpinsandthings]

#NoThrawnWithoutZahn

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.

How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights,

In sunsets,

In midnights,

In cups of coffee,

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.

How do you measure a year in a life?

How about love?

Measure in love

One year since I started my account on Instagram.

And it seems a century. And it seems yesterday.

Many things in my life have changed.

And many are exactly the same.

This post was just supposed to celebrate how thankful I am to share that little corner of the internet.

To give back for all the love and support I receive every day.

For the witty comments, and the gracious messages.

For the photos loved, and the ones that were not, but people "liked" them anyway.

Today, however, another important event is happening.

Many Thrawn fans (the so-called "Chiss Twitter" or chisstwt, which spreads on multiple social media platforms) organized a campaign for asking @disney, @lucasfilm, and @dave.filoni to kindly include Mr. Zahn's input in dealing with the creation of a live-action Thrawn.

Mr. Filoni showed great respect for Lucas' characters in the past, as other authors had for his own creations.

He gave us the compassionate Kanan, the brilliant Sabine, the decisive Hera, the sweet Zeb, the wonderful Ezra.

He gave us the Bad Batch, Omega, and the Martez sisters (!).

So, don't get me wrong. I am not at war.

And Dave Filoni is my ally, hopefully, not my enemy.

But Mr. Zahn wrote Thrawn for 30 years.

He knows what Thrawn loves, how he thinks, the small things that make him smile.

He deserves to be included in constructing a character that is real in his head as in ours.

He deserves to be included because his endless love for Thrawn is there, spread between the lines of all the books he wrote.

He, therefore, very much deserves to be included in a creative process that might lead, ultimately, to Thrawn's death.

So, if you have 5 minutes of your time and you love Mr. Zahn's work, post today under the #NoThrawnWithoutZahn hashtag.

Thank you.