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Thrawn Learns Of The World Between Worlds

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A World Between Worlds

I was angry when I learned that Minister Veris Hydan was on Lothal for an archeological dig for some ancient painting and art and artifacts. Allegedly, a strange pathway through all time and space discovered there.

The reports were cryptic in Hydan’s writing. A phrase is written repeatedly, “He who controls it, controls the universe.”

He died at the site. Rocks fell on him, and the Rebels may be the culprits.

When the Rebel Commander Ezra Bridger and the purrgil defeated me, my fleet and personnel crash-landed on an unknown planet. From there, we built habitable domes from our shields, and we sent distress signals from our ships' beacons. But they only last 100 planet rotations.

Afterward, with Ezra’s constant chatter, and I tutored him on refining his survival skills, like hunting. On one of our excursions, after a day of not catching anything as the coldness of night fell, Ezra confided in me about the “fabric of time and space” – A World Between Worlds.

He spoke of time travel — not a new concept to us, the Chiss. We have toyed with the idea before better jump gates with Chiss hyperspace travel. We realized that inappropriate use of time and technology could destroy an entire galaxy if misused. We have done the math and our calculations we could never jump as far as say -- an Imperial Star Destroyer.

Of course, I never spoke of this to Bridger. But I listened to his prattle about several windows and doors to different worlds at different times along the time-space continuum. My knowledge of time travel is minimal without a HoloNet archive access, or rather my inability to see the art associated with what he speaks would be more beneficial than listening to him. These Mortis Gods? Could they be our creators? The Chiss?

Then, Bridger exclaimed that Sabine saw the art as he stares at me. He hated the fact I was going to kill Sabine when I destroyed Lothal.

I told Bridger, “An artist analyzing art. Her opinion on art sounds enlightening.”

Bridger cuts his eyes with a shrug and then returns to his prattle. It was if he had become disinterested in her opinion, and he flatly states the Rebels destroyed the temple and any coordinates it had to open the time-gate.

Coordinates? I thought. Destroying them? How foolish.

Bridger did not reply but finished a simple diagram of the portal and coordinates on Lothal. My surprise was not the Lothalian image he drew from a wooden stick, the symbols he claimed to have seen.

My surprise was I had seen these symbols before...I had seen them in an ancient derelict temple on my Chiss homeworld, Csilla.