The Mith’s concerns

The Chimaera received a transmission, but this time it was not addressed to the general crew or even to Astra herself—it was directed specifically to Thrawn. The holographic image of his elder brother, Syndic Mitth’ras’safis, flickered into existence in Thrawn’s private chambers.

“Thrawn,” Mitth’ras’safis began, his tone clipped but measured, “I’ve reviewed the report submitted by your medical officer, as well as Astra’s recent actions. These incidents, while seemingly minor to some, are beginning to reflect poorly on the Mith family. Her recklessness and disregard for her own health could be interpreted as a failure on our part to properly guide her.”

Thrawn met his brother’s gaze with calm precision, his crimson eyes unreadable. “I assure you, Syndic, I am well aware of the situation. I have already addressed it with Astra directly. She understands the gravity of her choices and the consequences they may bring—not just for herself, but for the Ascendancy and the Mith family.”

Mitth’ras’safis tilted his head slightly, his expression skeptical. “Understanding is one thing. Action is another. Your doctor’s report made it clear that this pattern of overexertion is not new. Words alone may not be enough to ensure her compliance.”

Thrawn inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the concern without fully conceding the point. “Changes are being implemented,” he said evenly. “Astra’s schedule will be adjusted to allow for more rest and recovery. I am also working with her to develop strategies that will help her better balance her responsibilities with her well-being. She is a valuable asset to the Chimaera and the Ascendancy, and I will ensure she remains so.”

The Syndic’s gaze narrowed, his tone softening just enough to convey genuine concern beneath the formality. “Thrawn, she is more than just an asset. She is part of the Mith. While she is your responsibility aboard the Chimaera, she is ultimately ours. We entrusted her to you because we believed you would cultivate her potential, not allow her to run herself into the ground.”

Thrawn straightened, his voice taking on a firmer edge. “I have never regarded Astra as merely an asset, Syndic. She is a part of this crew, yes, but she is also someone I have known and guided for most of her life. I will not allow her to fail—not herself, not this ship, and certainly not the Mith family.”

Mitth’ras’safis studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. “Very well, brother. I trust your judgment, but I will be watching this situation closely. If Astra falters again, the Mith may intervene more directly.”

The transmission ended, leaving Thrawn in thoughtful silence. He knew his brother’s warning was not an idle one. The Mith family’s influence extended far, and their intervention could complicate matters aboard the Chimaera. Still, Thrawn remained confident in his approach.

He had already taken the first steps to ensure Astra’s well-being, and he believed in her resilience. But he also recognized the delicate balance he had to maintain—not just for Astra’s sake, but for the stability of the Ascendancy and the trust of his family. Failure was not an option—for either of them.

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