Title: Evil Has It’s Days

Author: Crazy Dragon

Disclaimer: SW = GL. Not me. I wish I had ideas like that, but I don’t.

Betas: none

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Thrawn/Isard

Special Warnings:

Archive: sure

Timeline/Point of View: just before Thrawn gets sent to the Unknown Regions

Summary: Isard comes up with a little plot to get rid of Thrawn , but it backfires

Isard looked through another disk. She was looking for anything suspicious in the activities of a certain individual. She skimmed through it and found nothing again. She switched to yet another one and yet again found nothing. She slammed her fist on the desk in anger. There was nothing on him. He was the only officer she had nothing on. Not so much as a sour comment.

She walked away, growling. She glared at the still image of the blue admiral. She was disgusted with the fact alone that he was the highest ranking alien in the Empire and the Emperor’s pet as well. His image was of him standing at the base of the dais in the Emperor’s throne room, the Emperor standing over him, giving him orders to do some odd errand that he was the one the Emperor thought best for handling the job.

She looked around the room, thinking. He never plotted against anyone. He never gave anyone any reason to hate him, for he was always professional about things. He never so much as hit on any female at any of the functions held in the palace.....

//Wait...never hit on....// Isard stopped, and looked at the picture. He’s never dated in his or seen any female while no one was looking. He had the authority to take slave females or cover up anything on having a lower officer be his mistress. But she would have found something if either was the case and she had nothing. He was either incredible good at covering his tracks, or he never did anything. She had looked everything she could find on him and found not so much as a badly timed sneeze.

She smiled though....if she had no evidence, she could always make it. She didn’t like the idea of doing what she was thinking; the thought of sleeping with him disgusted her for he was an alien. But she would make it worth her while and benefit from her encounter. She could ruin him very easily. No matter how he may fight it, she wasn’t the only person who hated him. As soon as others who hated him as well found out, they wouldn’t hesitate to publicly shame him then lynch him.

She walked over to her closet and changed into something more...seductive, then put her uniform back on overtop on it. The under things were to finish off getting his attention. She then walked into he fresher and looked in her medicine cabinet. She took something to prevent any more permanent mishaps from her upcoming encounter, hoping that anything produced by his alien anatomy would be stopped by it.

She straightened herself, decided that it was time to pay a little visit on the Emperor’s blue pet, and walked out the door and to his quarters. She ran the door buzzer and hear the signal from the other side permitting her entrance.

She walked into the darkened quarters and looked around. She stopped when she met a pair of glowing eyes. “So this is what you do in your free time? Sit in the dark?”

“I like it this way.”

“Oh I do as well. I think it’s so much better with the lights off.” She walked over to him and straddled his lap. His eyes widened as she did so, mostly from the sudden shock of her having done that.

“What do you want, Iceheart?” he was very suspicious now of her intentions of her visit.

“Just you,” she said, pulling his face to hers and kissing him full on.

Thrawn grabbed her shoulders and gently tried to push her away, he was not going to hurt a female, but on his mind he was going //What the kriff?!//

While she had him locked there, one hand snaked down to his crotch and started to massage his manhood. He couldn’t help but groan as she did so. Even though he was far from attracted to her, he had not been touched by any female in a long time.

Isard knew she was going to have to seduce him into letting her have her way with him is her plan was going to work. She started to kiss him more passionately, starting a game of tongue tag with him while she kept rubbing him through his pants. It wasn’t long until a tent had formed in his pants and he was holding back groans.

She broke the kiss and started to undress him, pulling away his uniform top and the shirt under it. She looked at him, thinking, //for an alien, he’s not too badly built.// She ran her hands over him, the reached down to taste him, licking a trail up his chest and back to his lips. //Doesn’t taste any different than a human either.//

Meanwhile Thrawn was thinking //By the sun gods, I’m not doing this....I’m not doing thisI’mbnotdoingthisI’mnotdoingthis....// She reached down again to rub his manhood some more. //Good gods this woman knows how to get what she wants!! Can’t resist....//

She knew his internal struggles to resist her were quickly going down the toilet. She soon had him breathing heavily and beyond the point of no return. She slowly pulled off her top to reveal the lacy bra she had slipped on to allure him even more, giving Thrawn a rather good view of her chest. He watched her breasts as she pulled away the very skimpy cloth a revealed what little he couldn’t see before.

He leaned forward to plant a trail of kisses down her form to meet one of her nipples and sucked on it. //I’m I’m gonna have to do this with her of all people, I might as well do it right,// he thought, //besides with what she’s made my alter ego in my pants do right now it’s hard enough trying *not* to throw her on the bed and go at it.//

Isard gasped at this. She had him going more than she could believe. It was bad enough that earlier she had started to get aroused kissing him, still going against her anti-alien nature, and not he was making that worse by suckling her breasts. She had just wanted to fake enjoyment with him but now it seems she may not have to act. She didn’t want to take pleasure in taking an alien into her bed.

Thrawn continued to nuzzle and suck at her breasts, which ever one his wasn’t paying attention to with his lips, his hand met and gently massaged it. Her head went back in a moan as she gripped his shoulders. His hands went down to unfasten her pants and he stood, bringing her with him. He walked over to the bed, carried her with him and laid her on the bed.

He gently set her down and pulled off her pants and the lacy panties as well. He stood over her, and undid his pants as well, pulling both then down and his boxers as well. His boots were off earlier because he hadn’t expected to leave his quarters, mush less visitors. Isard looked up at him, trying to see in the dark what she was about to get, but could only see hints of what was normally hidden in his pants. Her view was gone as he moved atop of her and started a new bout of passionate kissing.

He lead another trail of kisses down her form and to her breasts and suckles them again. Isard was twitching and moaning by the time he continued his trail down to her mound and kissed her there as well. He moved her legs to set on this shoulders and buried his nose in her warm, wet slit. Isard gasped as he licked her into a higher arousal. He nuzzled her and played with her clit with his tongue a bit before dipping into her hole and tasted her juices from the source. She reached down and grabbed his head, trying to hold him in place and soon screamed from her orgasm.

Panting and coming down from it, Isard still knew that in order for her plan to work she needed more evidence than a good round of oral stimulation. She needed more evidence. She also knew that he was yet satisfied and that no male would give up until they get what they want. Not with as far as she has pushed him over the edge. //Now to finish this before I start to fall in love with this guy.//

He let her rest for a minute before he started in again, suckling her breasts again and raising her arousal again. In no time, Isard was shifting and moaning again under his ministrations. She was still damp from before and was quickly wet again from him. When he thought he was ready Thrawn moved to position his pole at her entrance. //Well.....I’ve gone this far with her...might as will finish it and me....//

He slowly plunged into her wet depths, making her call out. //By the Emperor!!! This guy is better equipped then half of the Imperial Fleet!!!// Isard thought as he penetrated her slowly. When he was in her to the hilt, he let her adjust to him before starting to thrust with in her.

//My gods....she really is a tight ass....// he thought as he moved with in her. It wasn’t long until Thrawn was panting along with Isard as they both neared release. Quicken his pace, he came, shooting his seed deep with in her, she soon came as well for her second time. He collapsed atop of her, panting, his eyes half closed. After a minute he slid from on top of her to lie next to her and pull her to him. He didn’t care weather or not he was attracted her. He was at least going to be a gentleman to her, despite what they just did.

It wasn’t long until Thrawn has fallen asleep and Isard moved. She carefully pulled herself from him and get dressed. She got to her quarters as quickly as she could. She took the tape she had manufactured of an alternate encounter and implanted the video in another place in the palace, making it look like it had actually happened there. She looked at the area where it was supposed to be and seen that her people had indeed made it look like some suspicious activates had happened there. She nodded, then disheveled herself to look convincing, then ran to the medical facility in the building.

Thrawn woke up a while later and felt for Isard. he found nothing, then looked and didn’t see her either. //you’re welcome,// he thought as he got up and started to dress himself some for he wasn’t going to wander his quarters in the buff. After putting on some pants, he walked to the kitchenette and got something to drink. As he walked out, he was met by some guards coming in, grabbing him and pulling him away, leaving him very confused and unable to resist.

Isard sat in the medical facility. He act had worked, everyone, including the Emperor were convinced of what had happened to her. Those who knew better about her knew that she had really seduced him, but went with her story anyway because they wanted to see Thrawn gone.

The Emperor was in the room, alarmed that one of his high command has become endangered. Thrawn was dragged into the room by the guards, and he met many pairs of eyes that glowered at him. He was very confused as to what was going on.

One of the droids came out with the report on the samples taken. The Emperor read the report and seen that it had been indeed Thrawn who had assaulted her. He looked at Thrawn, giving him an icy cold look. “What was the reason you assaulted another officer? If you needed this so badly why didn’t you get some slave?”

“Wha-?”

“I invite you into my court, give you a high rank and this is how you repay me?”

Thrawn was shocked by this. He knew that Isard had seduced him. Unfortunately, he had found out the hard way what she was up to. She wasn’t desperate, she was out to get rid of him. “My Lord...I did not assault her....she came to me-”

“SILENCE! I do not believe that! Take him away. I will decide his fate late,” the Emperor ordered.

“My Lord! Do I not deserve a fair trial as any other officer?” Thrawn demanded as the guards started to pull him away.

“Stop.”

The guards stopped and turned toward the Emperor. The Emperor knew then something was up. Thrawn had never lied to him and had no reason to. But to keep us the charade that was going on someone’s part, he said, “I will grant you once change to prove me wrong. If you fail, you will be executed slowly. If you win, you will go free and I will find the real lier here. I am not going to be made into a fool in my own court. Take him away.”

Thrawn didn’t like the fact that he was still being dragged off to a dark, dank cell, but at least he had one chance to get himself out of this mess. When he got there, he was tossed onto the floor. //Ow!// Thrawn thought as he sat up and looked over his surroundings. He had a single cot, which looked hard as a rock and the place smelled of mildew. //Joy...remind myself to get Isard a crate of live dinkos for Life Day.//

He walked over to the cot, rubbing his sore shoulder and sat down to find that the cot was indeed as hard as a rock. He looked the walls over and located all of the ‘hidden’ cameras there. He wished he could bock them, but he had nothing other than the pants he was wearing. He may have been in a dank cell, but at least he could have had some privacy. He lie down on the cot, and found his ‘pillow’ was about 2 centimeters thick. He was grateful it was clean, but he might had well had nothing. He sat up, rolled it up and lie back down, happy that he had something there now.

He lie there, trying to access his situation. for once, he wished his brother had walked in on him because his brother would defend him. //One of the few uses for him. what the heck did I do to Isard? I try to step on as few toes as possible when I’m on Couriscant. She must have finally figured out a way to get rid of me. Hopefully the Emperor will see through her scheme and et me out before I start to grow mildew as well.

He had lost track of time as what seemed like a week or more passed. Thrawn was very bored. He figured out he was going to defeat the task he *was* going to do and in his opinion needed a bath quite badly. He may have been sitting around, but he was pretty sure he now smelled like the cell he was in and plus what he naturally produced on top of that. He had reminisced his art collection a few times, and wished someone would so much as throw him a pornographic holozine. At least it was something to read.

He had gone over his situation, and basically figured out what Isard had done. All the planting of video, physical evidence and had a pretty good idea what to do about it. but once again, no one was going to believe a fetid alien. He need a shower badly. Correction a eight hour bath.

Sometime later, after he started using his imagination to make the ceiling look better, he was pulled from his cell and to a shower facility normally used for stormtroopers. he was allowed enough privacy to shower by himself, but he wasn’t granted such a thing while he was getting dressed in his uniform. Thrawn was very glad he had got at least a shower, but he noticed while he put on his uniform, his rank and epaulets weren’t as detachable as they usually were. He knew something was up. He was allowed in his quarters, the guards watching his every move, to gather whatever he needed to defend himself in the Imperial court. He looked everything over in his quarters, hoping to find something she left behind....her brazier anything. He looked over his bed sheets hoping to find anything that might have dried there that would have been produced by the two of them, but he found that his sheets were replaced with clean ones that were placed exactly as they were before.

Thrawn was starting to get rather annoyed with the thoroughness of Isard’s handiwork. Knowing that everything that could have defended him was removed or replaced, he gave up. It wasn’t like him to do so, but he had no choice to now look forward to whatever the Emperor had in store and hope that for once his stubbornness gives out and let himself die quickly. He looked over the walls and seen something there that should haven’t been. He walked up to it and examined it. He recognized the device and knew it wasn’t Isard’s. He knew he had to suffer in the meantime, but this little detail would pay off before anything too serious or permanent would happen to him. All he had to do now was wait for the pay off and Isard would get her just desserts.

He walked up to the guards, ready to face whatever was going to happen, knowing that for now he was going to loose. They escorted him into the throne room to face the Emperor. The emperor watched him enter the room along with the others that were going to by his ‘jury,’ but he knew that they were stacked against him.

The trial was a verbal hanging, only a show set up to parade him and throw off him as an example to others. Isard cried and did a very good job acting for the jury. The Emperor looked convinced, but he knew that he wasn’t going to be executed right after the trial. The Emperor didn’t want to loose such a tactical advantage so easily. After the charade ended, he was soon dragged away and put back in his cell, his ranks and other designations ripped from him. He endured the public shaming, despite his anger, knowing that he would win in the end.

Isard was laughing mentally as she walked out of the throne room and into her quarters. The minute the door shut, she dropped to the floor laughing and stayed there for a few minutes. //I’m rid of him and now to make my way to being the Emperor’s new pet!!//

Days passed. Thrawn was left in his cell, with less and less food. and started to become more and more bored out of his mind. The softening phase would last sometime until they felt he was ready for he rest of his punishment and execution.

In the meantime, Isard started to worry. She was late and he knew that she shouldn’t have conceived anything. the last male she had been with was Thrawn. She had no time to pay any visits on any other males lately. She had herself checked out and found it true. She tried to do something about it, but it was too late. Aborting it would risk her life for apparently the young of Thrawn’s race were rather tied in with their mothers to the point doing so would risk her bleeding to death. She didn’t want to give birth to a half alien child any more than she wanted to die.

//I’m blue aba de aba di daba de aba di aba de aba di daba de aba di I’m blue...// Thrawn sat, the song his brother liked to sing to annoy him stuck in his head. A sound outside and he jumped, hoping it was someone with food. Instead he found Isard in the cell, and his jaw hurting because of her fist slamming into his face.

“What? You’re not happy that I’m here that you have to run in and deck me?” he asked her, rubbing his jaw. He held back a shudder; he was so bored that he was starting to sound his brother after having reminisced all the incidents he had with him.

“No. I’m not. You just have to have the ability to get me pregnant even though i took something to stop that!”

“Let me guess, you can’t abort it either because of the blood ties? You should have done a little investigation on the reproductive systems and bearing of children of my race before you went and did that.” Internally, he was shuddering at the thought of having a child by her.

“I don’t even know what race you are!”

“Oops...looks like you don’t know everything after all.”

She decked him again, knocking him to the side. “I may have to bear it, but I’m not letting it live. I am *not* keeping an *alien* child!” With that, she left the cell, leaving him there, rubbing his jaw and laughing at her predicament.

A few months pass, Isard had started to show her condition and she went into hiding, with the claims of an extended mission keeping her away. Meanwhile Thrawn was sitting, starting to go insane from the infrequent times he got food and from the total boredom. He had managed to keep a spoon from one particular meal and started to carve at the walls a design he had going in his head for sometime. He scraped off all the mildew and flung it out the small window in the door of his cell then started to carve into he stone. He had lost quite a bit of weight, weight he no longer had to put behind the spoon, but he carved away anyway.

By the time she was full term, she was alone in her apartment, on a relatively quiet world, and far from medical help. She bowled over screaming in pain.

“Ouch, enough with the yelling. You’re not passing an adult already.”

Isard looked up and seen a dragon-like humaniod being standing there, robed in black. “Who are you?” she demanded, the was bent in pain again.

“I am the person who’s gonna talk you into helping out a certain blue buddy of mine.”

“I’ll never help him! Not for what he’s done to meaaaaaagh!!”

“Come on you,” the other lifted her to the bed and left to get some towels. “Here, assume the missionary position, you know it, it’s how you got this way.”

Isard growled. “By the way, I have something you’d just *love* to see.” She hit a switch and a video showed. A video of their real encounter. “My how will the emperor love to watch that one. Porno and convicting material all in one. My my my....his wrinkled little prick might just be overjoyed.”

Isard growled louder, but was interrupted by another contraction and screamed. “What do you want?”

“I,” she pointed to herself, “want you,” and pointed to Isard, “to free my blue, starving friend, and make all the necessary things to make it look like a huge misunderstanding and leave him alone.”

“Never!”

“Okay....I guess it’s time for a family movie in the palace.”

“Raaaaaaaaaagh!! Okay! I’ll do it. What makes you think I won’t just kill this child then leave him?”

“One, I’m taking the kid after you’re done putting him through the play doh fun-factory of life, and two I was watching all along, what makes you think I’ll stop after you get home?”

“You’re not keeping the child! I’m not letting you have that over me as well.”

“Trust me, I have plenty over you right now. This little video will get you in enough trouble. And I have a thing against third trimester abortions. Oh look a head!”

She reached forward to catch the infant that was squeezed out of Isard’s rear. She picked up the little one and wrapped hit in a towel. “Hey, you’re a cute lil guy.” The infant squeaked and wiggled some.

She set the infant aside, out of Isard’s reach, and helped her deliver the after-birth. After cleaning Isard up, she picked up the infant, set something next toe bed and started to leave. “Now to review: I take kid, you clean Thrawn’s name. You take stuff next to you to help you recover. You don’t clear his name, and I get to introduce a real good family movie to the Emperor. I’m giving you two weeks after you get home. If he’s not released by then and in a medical facility, adios Iceheart. Have a nice day!” She turned and disappeared into thin air, infant and all.

Isard screamed.

More time passed, Isard finally returned from her ‘mission’ and started on recovering Thrawn’s name. by the time they got to his cell, the walls were carved in a very elaborate pattern and he was sitting in the corner, clutching the sharpened spoon, muttering to himself. slowly approaching hi. the guard listened in to what he was saying: “then there was a cabbit and it bit me and wow, this place still smells, but it’s all pretty now cause I made it that way and cheese is good and so is caffeine, the natural stimulant which makes me eat the cabbits and they start biting me again.....” the words were slurred together and spoken rather quickly and he seemed to be talking to his spoon.

The guard cautiously reached over and tapped him on the shoulder. Thrawn jumped, and screamed like a ten year old, then stabbed him with the spoon, yelling in gibberish.

“Owwww!!” the guard pulled back, then reached down again, this time yanking the spoon away from the insane alien on the floor. Thrawn cried at the loss of his only friend he had for some time. The guard then pulled him from the floor and helped him to the medical facility.

A couple days later, after much re-hydrating and feeding, Thrawn lie, sleeping. A nurse walked over to him. He woke to see her. She tapped him on the head. “You can be sane now.”

He shook his head. “Wha-?”

“You’ve been locked up in solitary confinement for almost a year. You’ve been insane for half of it. I just got you back to normal.”

“Oh!” he said, suddenly realizing who he was talking to. “You got me out finally?”

“Yep. Had to wait for the right time to negotiate with who put you there.”

“What about...?”

“She had it. Congrads. You have a son. Don’t worry about him, I’ll keep him safe at my place and take care of him. If you want to visit you know how to call me.” She started to walk away. “By the way, next time, if you’re gonna get it on, wait till you get home first. Your fellow Chiss don’t make messes like this.”

He nodded, taking the good word of advice and nodded off back to sleep.

A couple months later:

Thrawn stood before Palpatine. “I’m glad to see you weren’t so foolish as to have done anything like that. Thanks to this particular incident I have just realized how much the rest of the Imperial high command doesn’t like you. They are fools to overlook at the advantage we have by you serving the Empire.”

Thrawn nodded somberly. He was still recovering, but was fit enough for duty as long as he didn’t need to run around a planet.

“I’m sending you to the Unknown Regions to be with your people out there. I know if you are there, I know where you will be if I need you and we can avoid another mess like this. I am going to cover up the reasons with one that will be....less embarrassing to the Empire. You have your orders. You will leave for the Unknown Regions as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Sir,” Thrawn said, glad to be hearing he can go home and far away from Isard. He bowed to the Emperor and turned to leave.

In another part of the palace: Isard had watched the whole things. She slammer fists on the counsel and screamed.