Star Wars: Silent Destiny

Session 17

In Which Family Is Still the Messiest Mess of All

GM:
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

SILENT DESTINY

Episode II
The Hounds of Winter

Chapter Two
The White Lotus

The crew of Silent Destiny is on the verge of striking a blow against the ruthless criminal organization known as BLACK SUN.

They’ve gained the favor of VIGO SHAL’MAK by exposing her own son, KREET’AH, as the culprit behind the recent attempt on the Vigo’s life.

Confirming her suspicions has sent Shal’mak into a rage which is sure to spread across Corellia like a wildfire….

SESSION 17
Kes, Kay, and Zeva are downstairs playing sabacc with Kreet’ah and his boys.
Whilst Caster is upstairs with Shal’mak, who bellows “I KNEW IT!”
She bantha rushes to the nightstand and pulls the drawer open, drawing out the charric you gave her just yesterday.

Caster:
edges towards the door “Wait, this wasn’t a ruse for you, too?”

GM:
She pauses for just a moment. “That hardly seems to matter now.”

Caster:
beat pause “No, that’s fair. Your kid tried to kill you, I can see how that’s kinda the most important thing.”

GM:
Zeva’s eyes dart to the ceiling, but only briefly.
Shal’mak: “He’s gonna wish those twerps had finished the job, too.”
She storms toward the bedroom door.

Kes-Varn:
Kes eyes Zeva briefly

GM:
Zeva; “Devsta.” (Zabraki for “trouble”)
Kreet’ah: “Bless you.”

Caster:
follows, kinda wishes he had a walkie-talkie or something to alert group that Shal’mak is mad To Shal’mak, mid stride, “Yeah. So, uh, long-term grounding? Imprisonment? Just want to provide a united front here.”

GM:
Shal’mak: “I ain’t about to give him another shot at me, Caster.” She starts down the stairs two at a time.

Kes-Varn:
“Yeah, bless you.” She clears her throat. She shoots a glance at Kay next.

Caster:
oh “Woah, now. Look, I get that you’re mad. And your kid’s not winning any awards right now, but let’s think this through. Rash action always turns out badly.”

GM:
(Give me a roll of some kind Caster.)
(Careful +6)
Shal’mak stops on the landing between the first and second floors, breathing in snorts.“You ain’t wrong.”She takes a deep, wet breath.

GM:
Zeva, barely looking at her cards: “I fold.”
She then starts rummaging around in her clutch.

Kaylani:
“Forget your lucky charm, sweetheart?”

Caster:
“Right. You’ve been betrayed, hurt, and we should totally go and get revenge for that. But, he’s your son— and we don’t know if he’s acting alone or if someone put him up to this. We— you— need information first.”

GM:
Zeva: “No, silly; you’re right here. I just need a mint.” (Has she been practicing lying in the mirror?)
Shal’mak: “You’re right. You’re right; I know you’re right. Come on. Let’s find out what he’s up to.”

Kaylani:
*grins*blows Zeva a kiss*

GM:
The Jedi makes a show out of catching it and putting it in the purse for later.

Caster:
nods “Let’s catch him flat-footed and see how he likes it.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes makes a keening noise. “Awwwwwwwwwwww!”

GM:
This is when Shal’mak bursts into the parlor, Caster on her heels. “Hit the bricks, boys,” she tells the assembled gunsels. “I need a word with my son.”
It rather sounds like grinding glass.
You see the charric in her hand, but it’s pointing at the ground.

Caster:
tries to make subtle hand gestures that Shal’mak is here and knows and is mad

Kes-Varn:
Kes surges from her seat, dropping her cards. “Ma’am,” she says politely, if questioningly.

Kaylani:
very carefully puts both hands flat on the table

GM:
The hoods do not need to be told twice. They stand, curtly thank you for a good game, and leave their money on the table as they exit the room and close the doors behind them.
“What’s this about?” Kreet’ah says, pretty non-chalantly you think.

Caster:
grins, someone’s about to get fucked up

Kaylani:
snorts

Kes-Varn:
Kes shoots him a mom glare. “Honey.”

GM:
“It’s about that fiasco you tried to pull yesterday at my party, Kreet’ah.”
“Jolli Grainer called in sick yesterday, rather’n risk his damn fool neck. He told these guys allll about it.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes slooooowly slides her way in between.

GM:
“Sang like a lyrebird, the way I hear it.”
“Ma, you know Jolli’s a loser. He’d say anything to make a credit. He owes Garuda the Hutt, fer cryin’ out – "

Kaylani:
slides her hands back out of sight

GM:
“You think I’m STUPID?!” She takes a giant step forward.
Close enough now that she has to kinda lean around Kes-Varn to see her son.

Kes-Varn:
“Whoa!” Kes raises her hands slightly. “Why don’t we put all our weapons down for a second.”

GM:
Kes hears a blaster clear a holster behind her as Kreet’ah draws his weapon.

Caster:
“Kreet’ah, really?”

Kes-Varn:
She turns. “I said DOWN, not OUT.”

GM:
Kreet’ah: “She’s CRAZY, lady! I’m not gonna let her blast me with that… that thing!”

Kaylani:
“And I don’t think you should be blasting anyone either.” points hold out blaster at him “How ’bout we all attempt the inside voices and grown up words?”

GM:
(There’s a roll in there somewhere, Kay)
(Quick +0)
(Invokes Sometime Bad Guys Make the Best Good Guys for a reroll, Quick +4)
Kreet’ah waves his gun from his mother to Kay and back again until it starts shaking. He finally drops it to the rug.

Caster:
“Smart lad, considering you’re outnumbered, outgunned an probably on camera.”

GM:
Zeva picks it up and carries it out of the way.

Kes-Varn:
Kes lets out a small sigh and looks back at the Vigo. “Let’s all do the same, huh? Less tears down the line, right?”

Kaylani:
glares at Casterslides hold-out blaster away again*

GM:
Shal’mak gives the Zabrak Captain a bit of side-eye, but sets the charric down on the wet bar where it shouldn’t be a threat to anyone.

Kes-Varn:
There’s another sigh of relief. “See? This is nice. Why don’t we have a nice talk about what’s really happening?”
There’s an emphasis on ‘talk.’

GM:
Shal’mak grunts. “I never been much for ‘nice,’ but I’ll see what I can do.”

Caster:
“That’s not precluding making your life miserable later, so honesty will probably make that less terrible for you, Kreet’ah.”
“Just thought I’d point that out.”

GM:
Shal’mak: “Caster here is right, son. Just admit it, an’ this’ll go easier on you.”
Kreet’ah holds his head in his hands. “I, uh… can I get a drink, here?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes motions to Kay. She doesn’t want to move from this spot in the middle yet.

Kaylani:
snorts again, but passes him Zeva’s untouched drink

Caster:
looks over in alarm “We want his head clear for this.”

GM:
Kreet’ah mutters thanks and downs it in one gulp.

Kes-Varn:
Kes motions across her neck at Caster — knock it off.

Caster:
“I’m serious. It’s for his sake— you didn’t see Shal’mak in the hall. If he can’t remember a name or location clearly, it’ll go worse for him. Its a bitter pill, but better in the long run.”

Kes-Varn:
“Caster, this isn’t high society,” she says, trying not to sound as irritated as she feels. “It’s all right. A drink isn’t gonna do any harm.”

GM:
Kreet’ah glances up at Caster. “If you’re really lookin’ out for me, I thank ya. But this was all me.” He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I tried t’ have the Vigo killed.”

Caster:
“yeah, you did. The real question is— who told you that was a good idea?”

GM:
Shal’mak, voice raised: “Or were you just sick of waitin’ on me ta die?”

Caster:
“It wasn’t. At all. You two were practically attached at the hip. She clearly had you next in line. I understand wanting to lead someday and that day being sooner rather than later, but murder? Jesus. Who put you up to this?”

GM:
Kreet’ah: “Nobody. Nobody put me up to this. It was all me.”

Kaylani:
“Why would you think anyone would believe that?”

GM:
“Plenty of people don’t believe the truth. That ain’t my problem.”

Caster:
“Shal’mak, maybe get the big gun back so your son realizes that this isn’t a fun, family get together.”
“Someone doesn’t seem to realize the gravity of the situation.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes, on the other hand, is flabbergasted and ignores Caster entirely, turning to gawp at Kreet’ah. “Why would you do that?”
“Why would a son want to hurt his mother?”

GM:
“After all the times and all the ways she hurt ME?” Even once he stands up, he has to look up into her eyes.
“You have ANY idea what it’s like growin’ up in BLACK SUN?!”
Zeva draws her legs up onto the sofa and takes a more meditative stance

Caster:
eyebrows raised “It was so hard that wanted to take over the family business? If it was so bad, why not run away? Shal’mak, big gun. We have better things to do than to listen to obvious lies.”

Kaylani:
“So, you wanted her to run away from you instead? She’s right there, and your answer is to have someone else kill her? Can’t even face her?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes’ expression drops even further. “Oh — oh no. I’m so sorry, Kreet’ah.” She can’t even spare a glance at Caster. "I— that’s — " She fumbles a little and nods at what Kay says. “Was it really so bad? Bad enough to try and assassinate her?”
(Careful _4)+4!!!

GM:
Kreet’ah falls back onto the sofa and abruptly bursts into tears.

Caster:
throws up hands, starts searching wet bar

GM:
Zeva pulls back and away from him.

Kaylani:
*blinks*glares at Caster*is disturbed that that is precisely what she was going to do*

Kes-Varn:
Kes immediately goes to sit next to him and rests a hand on his arm.

GM:
“It wasn’t,” he sobs. “It wasn’t as bad as all that, but he made it seem… I got all twisted up inside… it was the only way. It was the only way he could take away my pain.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes shakes her head in confusion. “Who? Who told you it was bad?” She sounds distraught. But also royally pissed.

GM:
Kreet’ah, quietly: “The tiger.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes pulls back slightly. “Eh?”

GM:
Zeva: “Tiger?!”

Kes-Varn:
“You wanna try again, son?”

GM:
Kreet’ah: “I don’t know his name. But that’s what he IS. That’s what he reminds me of.”

Caster:
facedesk “Dammit. How can we even hunt someone down with that vague of a description?”

GM:
Zeva suddenly gasps as what she realizes what he’s seen.
“He looks like you.” He points at Kes. “But tattooed. Black and red, with burning yellow eyes.”
Zeva: “No. That can’t be. That’s _impossible.”_

Kes-Varn:
Kes waves a hand angrily to shush Caster and looks between Zeva and Kreet’ah in confusion. “What? What is he talking about?”

GM:
Kreet’ah looks at Zeva: “You’ve seen him. Haven’t you?”

Kaylani:
mutters something rude with too many consonants

GM:
Zeva shakes her head. “I’ve seen ghosts before. But never that one. Excuse me.” She gets to her feet and leaves the room.

Kaylani:
grabs drink, swallows the rest of it, and follows Zeva

GM:
Shal’mak: “So a GHOST told my son to kill me. Still doesn’t tell me what I should do with ’im.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes stares after her in confusion, but when Kay leaves with her, she eases her posture a little. She frowns severely at Shal’mak. “He’s clearly confused, ma’am. I don’t think he really had his heart in it. Right, Kreet’ah?”

Caster:
“Cut him off from whoeverthefrag this ‘tiger’ is. Imprisonment, timeout, whatever. And, I guess, we gotta figure out who this character is. Or who is posing as this character.”

GM:
Kreet’ah: “No. No, of course not.”
Kay finds Zeva out in the hallway, visibly shaking.

Kaylani:
puts her hand carefully on Zeva’s upper arm, curling her fingers to pull her closer and give her a hug

Kes-Varn:
Kes motions more insistently at Caster to shush already. “I think we should find out who did this to him. And as his mother you should be more concerned about that.”

GM:
Zeva returns the hug with interest. “Thank you,” she sighs. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.”

Kaylani:
“Of course, pretty lady. Want to tell me what’s wrong? Or not quite yet?”

GM:
Shal’mak: “All right.” She squints at Kreet’ah. “Mebbe you oughtta visit our Cloud City casino for a week or two. Get some air.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes stares at Shal’mak, slack-jawed.

GM:
Zeva: “I’m fine. Or I will be. It’s just… when I was young, the year before I became a (whispers) Padawan…”

Kes-Varn:
“That’s your mom solution? Send your boy to a casino? What about spending time with him?” She’s up on her feet before she knows it.

Caster:
rolls his eyes “Fine. But, I’d start looking at someone else for leadership when you’re sick of it. Competition may help him remember where his loyalties lie.”

GM:
Kreet’ah: “They’re right, Ma. My place is here wit’ you. I don’t want the tiger makin’ another run at you an’ I ain’t around to stop ’im.”

Caster:
snorts “How can she trust you after /this/?”

GM:
Shal’mak’s piggy eyes are even harder to look at when they get all watery.
“Tiger, no tiger, he’s still my SON, Caster.”

Kes-Varn:
“Caster!” She’s getting teary-eyed, too.

Caster:
shrug “Fine, cry it out, whatever. I don’t get it, but you do you.” rummages around for the makings of another drink

GM:
Zeva, still hugging Kay, whispers the rest in her ear. “Two members of our order fought and killed a Sith Lord, the first they’d seen in a thousand years. After that, we were raised in vigilance, in the event that the Sith order returned.”

Kaylani:
swallows, feeling slightly nauseous “So, that Tiger?”

GM:
“The tiger he’s describing sounds exactly like the fallen Sith. Like Darth Maul.”
“I… I had a dream about him. Last night.”

Kaylani:
“Not the good kind of dream, clearly.”

GM:
Zeva: “No.”

Kaylani:
“oh, darling.” leans in and very carefully kisses her on the forehead “I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out. Somehow.”

GM:
Shal’mak waves for Caster to fix her a drink, too.

Caster:
obliges. Can’t wait until they get to turn the tables and he doesn’t have to try and stay in her good graces

GM:
She sips and winces.
“Here’s what I’m thinkin.”
“I got word from your girl’s Uncle that he’s got a job for you. Which is really a job for me.”

Caster:
“Yep. You happen to know the particulars?”

Kes-Varn:
Kes is thoroughly saddened and irritated by the change back to business.

GM:
“I can have my people look for this tiger while you run this errand an’ make us all rich. Well, richer. Richer than EVER, maybe.”
Zeva: “Thank you.” She manages a smile.

Caster:
“Great. We don’t have a lead anyway, and I’m willing to bet some small amount of creds that this ‘tiger’ has some info on us. Shifting gears makes the most sense.”
“Of course, we still need to be payed for previously rendered services.”

GM:
Shal’mak: “Yesyesyesyesyes it’ll all be taken care of.”

Caster:
“Good.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes rubs her face and makes herself refocus on the business. “Being Vigo sure gets you some attention, doesn’t it.”

GM:
She heaves herself up onto a barstool.
Eventually the jiggling stops and she asks: “You folks remember the InterGalactic Banking Clan?”

Caster:
“Yep.”

Kes-Varn:
“Who’d forget?”

GM:
“The Empire seized all of their assets after the Wars ended… but only the assets they knew about.”

Caster:
grins “I like where you’re headed with this.”

GM:
Meanwhile, Zeva says: “I guess we should get back in there.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes pours herself a drink.

GM:
Shal’mak also smiles. “I thought you would.”

Kaylani:
“Or we could leave them to clean up the mess? Got some research of our own to do, to figure out how we might get you some answers about that dream, right?”

GM:
“For the last seven years I’ve had feelers out for their lost treasure ships.”
Zeva can’t hide a hint of disappointment. “Yes. Work.”
“Now, I have somebody with an encrypted datapad that’s supposed to show where one of ’em is. The Hidden Fortune, flagship of the treasure fleet.”

Kaylani:
laughs softly “Not entirely.” offers Zeva her arm “Shall we?”

GM:
She nods and takes the arm with her customary joy
Shal’mak: “But he needs a slicer. That’s where your Uncle’s Cathar comes in.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes has started smiling before she can stifle it. She coughs into her glass. “In— interesting.”

GM:
“And she doesn’t have a ship. That’s where YOU come in.”

Caster:
“Got it. Sounds fair, if only because the Captain doesn’t make that face much and it’s hilarious.”

GM:
That gets a rolling laugh from the Vigo.

Kes-Varn:
She almost chucks the glass at him but catches herself. She doesn’t quite hunch up her shoulders but she frowns. “There’s no— I—” She clears her throat. “Anyway.”

GM:
Kay and Zeva take a walk on the well-manicured, ostentatious-without-being-too-tacky grounds.
Shal’mak: “He’s a Bothan, Lan-Kai Ordo. One of my best.”

Caster:
“Sounds good. Does your man also have the datapad, or do we have to go get it from someone else?”

GM:
“At last report, he still had it. You know how paranoid them Bothans can be.”

Kes-Varn:
“When was the last report? Does anyone else know about this?”

GM:
“Yesterday morning. Lan-Kai’s very careful, but he hasn’t said how he ‘found’ the datapad, so…” She shrugs.

Kes-Varn:
Kes winces. “Then we should get a quick move-on.”

GM:
But Kay and Zeva feel the eyes of the Vigo’s soldiers on them out there, too.

Caster:
“Something like that. And be wary of traps. Great, lets go loot a ship full of money.” there is glee in his voice at the money part

GM:
Zeva: “Never seem to get a break, do we.”

Kes-Varn:
Kes sets her glass down. “We like money, I suppose.” She motions between the Vigo and her son. “Y’all’ll be alright?”

GM:
Shal’mak: “I’ll sleep with both eyes open.” Kreet’ah nods.

Kes-Varn:
Kes pats Kreet’ah’s arm again.

Caster:
Gets up to leave, muttering something about professionalism “We’ll report when we have something worth reporting about.”

Kes-Varn:
“Ma’am.” She nods her head and follows Caster.

GM:
“Anyway, you’ll find Lan-Kai on Takodana, in the Western Reaches. There’s some castle port there that’s popular with smuggler types.”

END OF CHAPTER TWO
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER THREE:
HIDDEN FORTUNE
https://youtu.be/q7qyfC_fMlI

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