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I. What If: Thrawn/Pellaeon Three minutes doesn't seem like a lot of time. In reality, it isn't. In a lifetime, three minutes is barely a fraction of anything. A fraction of a fraction. It feels so much longer when it's spent watching the man you love die. Pellaeon sighed, closing his eyes against the memory of medics darting frantically around the Grand Admiral. There was no point in reliving that again. He had tortured himself enough with the memory already and managed to pull himself out of the threatening gulf of depression some time ago. There was no point in turning back to that. Wallowing in guilt and misery served no positive purpo

Link wheezed, a choked sob leaving him as another shudder ran through his body. He laid on the clock tower's stone floor, trembling as footsteps approached him. Lifting his head he tried to ignore the thick red ooze that dripped down his face as he looked to where Tatl had fallen. There was no movement, no longer any soft yellow glow that lit up the room. He attempted to swallow back another sob and failed miserably. His only friend here, in this world, just a few mere feet away, had died with no one to hold her. No one to tell her what a good friend she had been. What a good sister she had been. A whimper left the boy as he pushed himself a

Pellaeon had begun making a conscious effort to avoid Grand Admiral Thrawn as much as his duties as Captain allowed. It was hard work, trying to play a one-sided game of 'keep away' with the man whom he had to report to every few hours with some new bit of information. It had to be done though, he decided. Especially after he realized that he was beginning to enjoy his short, strictly business talks with the Imperial warlord just a little too much. He hadn't even noticed it at first until one of the younger officers had brought it up. 'You just seem so much younger when he's around, sir,' The off duty officer had said with a relaxed laugh.

Snow drifted lazily outside of the Axiom, piling up on top of the inches of snow already having settled on the hard earth. It had been almost a millennium since the Earth had last seen snow, but with the arrival of the star-liner Axiom and with it the plant, the once barren world was beginning to shift back to its old self. Already after a few hours of the frozen rain there were a few inches of the soft white fluff on the ground. Most of the Earth's slowly growing population were in their own homes due to the cold, trying to stay warm by a fire or making last minute preparations for their new found holiday. 'Christmas' is was called, and aft