Vader lifts a hand, signaling a halt. Thrawn slowed his speeder bike and stopped beside Vader’s. “Have you a plan of approach?” Vader asked. His left hand falls back from the speeder bike’s control grip to his side near his lightsaber. “We will begin with the cantina,” Thrawn said. “It may be that the bartender will remember me.” Vader’s hand moves a few centimeters closer to his lightsaber. His back stiffens slightly. “We shall see,” he said. He leans forward and again takes the control grips. His wrist twists and the bike moves forward. A surprisingly large number of residents were visible on Black Spire’s streets as Thrawn and Vader traveled at reduced speed along the twisting paths through the outpost.
~
I will never recover from the mental image of Thrawn and Vader on a speeder bike.
Never.
[As usual, 'Raw'n did the magic, and, in the picosecond I took him out from my purse, both Rey and Vi were there. Ultimately, it will end that 'Raw'n will be featured a lot in my totally unscheduled posts]
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