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WHO: Thrawn, Lando Calrissian
WHERE: De Chima #7
WHEN: Now?
WHAT: Thrawn is finally moving out of government housing. Lando has a moving company.
WARNINGS: None anticipated



[ Thrawn had said once before that he was not suited to civilian life but it was more apparent right now than it had ever been.

There was little enough to move as there was little at #7 to begin with. Less when the lack of furniture was taken into account save the bed. With the bedroom restored back to the state it was in when Thrawn first found it, there was no trace left that he had ever been here at all.

At the moment Thrawn stared out the window of that room with his hands clasped behind his back. ]

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[ Lando wasn't exactly dressed for manual labor, but that's alright, that's what he had employees for. He was mainly there to oversee operations and handle interactions with the client. And with someone like the Grand Admiral, Imperial though he may be, Lando wanted to put his best foot forward, so to speak.

As his employees finish loading Thrawn's meager belongings into the truck, Lando joins Thrawn in the bedroom, clipboard in hand. How he missed the datapads of back home in moments like this. He flips through the papers he has clipped there, clearing his throat to announce his presence. ]

Excuse me, Grand Admiral. If I may bother you for a minute... I need one last signature on these forms.

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[ Looking at Lando for a moment, Thrawn doesn't move. Often deliberately misreading social cues can make others uncomfortable. Thrawn will capitalize on the way his disturbing red eyes look too. Even in the galaxy he came from they were rare. After a moment he does take the clipboard and pen. He was distantly grateful for the black gloves between his hands and that pen, though. ]

There is no need for ranks or titles here. All of us are imPorts.

[ Not to mention there's no Empire or Rebellion. ]

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[ Lando takes the clipboard back once Thrawn has signed, adding his own initials to the line under it and then tearing off the pink copy for Thrawn to keep. ]

Alright, if you say so. I won't insist you call me "General" then. [ Said with a smile, even though Thrawn doesn't strike Lando as the joking type. ]

I've gotta say, that's a refreshing attitude to hear, coming from you.

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[ Since Lando called him 'grand admiral' Thrawn knew he was from the same galaxy. From the way he dressed to the way Lando carried himself when he walked were all telltale signs that this man was not aligned with the Empire. That led to the logical conclusion he was aligned with the Rebels. The fact he was of high rank could mean there was more to Lando than there appeared. ]

I simply see no benefit from using ranks or titles that are rendered obsolete by distance

[ Thrawn kept the same emotionless mask on his features. ]

I realize this is an opinion others do not share, however.

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[ As much as Lando tried to stay out of the, well, there wasn't a better term for it than the drama that surrounded imPorts from their galaxy, he does still try to stay abreast of who's here and where they stand in the scheme of the galactic conflict. It's as much to save his own skin as anything else. The truce was in place, but it could break at any moment. ]

No, no, I agree with you. Our battles are a long way away, and it's better for everyone involved if they stay that way.

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[ Thrawn still kept Lando fixed with the same unblinking stare. ]

And yet you address me by a rank that is similarly rendered obsolete. I believe you care about that galaxy more than you would have others think.

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Maybe, [ Lando admits. Could be he cares about their galaxy and its struggles. Could be he's more invested in the Rebellion than he ever set out to be. ]

Or maybe I just find it best, when dealing with someone you only know by reputation, to go for the formal rather than casual.

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[ Thrawn did turn away again to look out the window. ]

Is formality why you came to speak to me in person?

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[ Getting the distinct feeling he's being dismissed, Lando starts folding up the papers he had Thrawn sign. ]

Partly, maybe. I've found that business is better served when it has that person-to-person touch, don't you think?