Omake: A Day in Silas's Life (Canon... kinda)
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
- Location
- Right where I want to be
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A Day in Silas' Life
Most people who knew Silas assumed two things about him: that he was either a bumbling idiot or a constantly scheming asshole.
In a way, both groups are right.
6:00 AM - Wait for sound of something being thrown against a wall.
*Wham*
Silas was jolted slightly awake by the sound of the clock impacting against the wall.
It's probably for the best that she's never realized that the alarm clocks getting thrown against the wall help me wake up too...
6:10 AM - Wait for the second sound of something being thrown against a wall.
*Wham*
"'s too early..." Silas muttered as he tried to fall back asleep.
6:30 AM - Get up, do morning routine, eat breakfast.
Silas' day began with the traditional meal of Ciaran-O's (if your granddaughter owns her own cereal you're going to support it to the end...even if it needs a better name) and general grumbling along the lines of "Shouldn't I sleep in more as I get older? Old age is not what it's cracked up to be."
7:00 AM - Watch Gulan sneer at people and subsequently get stuff thrown at him. Afterwards watch movies.
"Look at all of you people-"
Dammit, there he goes again. Gulan's sneering at the populace was always much louder than he thought it was, though it was always a riot when a half-asleep Ciara tossed the clocks at him.
...To be fair had he been trying to sleep when Gulan started monologuing he'd probably be throwing random shit at him too.
8:00 AM - Check intelligence files on your children and grandchildren. Hope none are trying to track you down.
The amount of information the Abyss Watchers were able to gather in general was staggering...which helped Silas a lot given that he had various children, grandchildren, bastards, in-laws, and generally everyone who was even remotely related to him out for some kind of compensation.
Really, leaving behind that mansion and coming here was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. The fact that he could spend more time with Ciara was a very welcome bonus, though.
9:00 AM - Head to Dexter for second bit of breakfast. Leave generous tip.
"Dexter my man, hook me up with the usual."
"Sure thing Silas! But are you sure you handle all of the grease at your age?"
"You're never too old to enjoy unhealthy foods!"
The banter between the two continued for a bit until Silas was served bacon and pancakes which he wolfed down with earnest. He was still a spry man for his age, he needed the extra food! That, and Dexter's cooking was the perfect way for him to start the day.
10:00 AM - Head to Undercity Base and do your own check of intelligence reports. Mostly those gained from fellow Scoundrels and Smugglers.
Much like Gulan, Silas entered his "scheming bastard" mode when he walked onto the base.
"Lesee-contacts from the Outer Rim said something about some big shipment heading to a predetermined destination...might need to get Gulan on this, it could be valuable." he muttered to himself as he shuffled through various reports, rumors and other questionably accurate information. Still, filtering out the bullshit in rumors is a scoundrel's pastime.
12:00 AM - Be done with the most important parts, get bored, delegate, visit Borvo for a card game or holochess.
Much to Silas' consternation Ciara had already requisitioned PR-1 to deal with her work, the clever brat. Fortunately for him ZK was around (apparently Var Zheen was unconscious after an experiment had gone haywire) and with only a minimal amount of snarking from the droid he was able to rope it into doing the last few bits of the work while he visited Borvo.
As he settled into a chair for a game of holochess (where both sides were known to try and cheat, it was in both their blood) he noticed a gold-plated machine sitting by Borvo's side.
"The hell is that thing?"
"Oh this? This is an automatic food maker. According to Gulan they were limited edition and very hard to get. I have four more sitting around."
"You just bought them all to screw with Gulan, right?"
"Mostly. But the food they make is quite delicious."
2:00 PM - Go eat at some place with Ciaran. Try to figure out if she finally has gotten a boyfriend or girlfriend. Or at least hope she will clone herself. You want to be great-grandfather before you kick the bucket.
Honestly, Ciara taking over her own restaurants. She grew up so fast. Silas still remembered how she'd blackmail some of her schoolmates when she was still a mastermind-in-training. Good times.
Still, she needed to get hitched soon. He was going to live for a lot longer, he wanted great-grandkids tocorrupt educate! They didn't need to be his biological kids (Force knows how that usually goes), but still!
It didn't help that his dear sweet Ciara had become a massive flirt and didn't really like being tied down to anyone, Silas mused to himself as he watched her continue to tease Padme. Even if all of the tabloids said otherwise...
4:00 PM - Meet Gulan for gambling. Commence operation 'Go ahead, Mr. Terrek'. Translation: Cheat a lot.
After Silas had gotten the traditional "I'm going to win this time" challenge, Silas quickly moved to the gambling den they would be meeting at, paid off the dealers, stashed hidden cards, marked decks, and did basically everything he could to rig the game in his favor.
Honestly. If you're going to cheat, you should cheat as much as you possibly can. That way even if your opponent figures out one way you've cheated you still have more.
4:30 PM - Win against him. Enjoy the sight of Gulan snapping.
And now comes the usual "I'LL WIN NEXT TIME YOU BASTARD" speech. Honestly the boy had a lot of talent, but Silas had far more experience in the fine art of "cheating your ass off at card games."
Maybe Gulan would be able to catch up in a decade or so.
Maybe.
6:30 PM - Visit Dexter again to eat something. Leave generous tip. Optional: Watch a very resigned looking Jedi leave the place, shortly followed by Ciaran who smiles viciously.
As Silas headed over to Dexter's again, he noticed a Jedi-Obi-Wan if his memory served him correctly-leaving the bar with a look of resignation and annoyance on his face. So that meant that-
Right on cue, Ciara walked out with her trademark smirk on her face.
"Ciara, did you break the Jedi again?"
"Only a little bit."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing much, I only started a small gang war."
"You mean the massive riots the news have been talking about?"
"Same difference."
Silas was so proud of her.
7:30 PM - Sneak into Ciaran's apartment. Search for safe. Unlock it and raid the booze.
Ciara had constantly been switching safes around her house to keep booze away from Silas, but as everyone knows there's nothing that can keep a scoundrel from getting his alcohol. After locating the safe in question, Silas used his years of experience to analyze the safe's security system which was perfectly designed to stop him.
He punched in "1138" on the keypad and the door opened.
Ciara was a good information broker, but Silas knew his granddaughter far too well.
9:00 PM - Get kicked out. Be shoved to your own place by Gulan. Proceed to drink another bottle or two with Gulan.
"Oh come on kiddo, the night is still-"
"Goodnight."
Heh. She was good, but she never noticed the bottle of brandy he'd hidden under his jacket. Which was much appreciated by Gulan when he asked about it.
As they both arrived at Gulan's apartment and the bottle was opened, Silas' drunken mind suddenly provided him with a surprisingly intelligent idea.
"I propose a toast," Silas slurred out.
"To what?"
"To Ciara, the Abyss Watchers, and the other madmen we work with."
Gulan chuckled to himself. "I'll drink to that any day."
10:00 PM - Sleep.
A Day in Silas' Life
Most people who knew Silas assumed two things about him: that he was either a bumbling idiot or a constantly scheming asshole.
In a way, both groups are right.
6:00 AM - Wait for sound of something being thrown against a wall.
*Wham*
Silas was jolted slightly awake by the sound of the clock impacting against the wall.
It's probably for the best that she's never realized that the alarm clocks getting thrown against the wall help me wake up too...
6:10 AM - Wait for the second sound of something being thrown against a wall.
*Wham*
"'s too early..." Silas muttered as he tried to fall back asleep.
6:30 AM - Get up, do morning routine, eat breakfast.
Silas' day began with the traditional meal of Ciaran-O's (if your granddaughter owns her own cereal you're going to support it to the end...even if it needs a better name) and general grumbling along the lines of "Shouldn't I sleep in more as I get older? Old age is not what it's cracked up to be."
7:00 AM - Watch Gulan sneer at people and subsequently get stuff thrown at him. Afterwards watch movies.
"Look at all of you people-"
Dammit, there he goes again. Gulan's sneering at the populace was always much louder than he thought it was, though it was always a riot when a half-asleep Ciara tossed the clocks at him.
...To be fair had he been trying to sleep when Gulan started monologuing he'd probably be throwing random shit at him too.
8:00 AM - Check intelligence files on your children and grandchildren. Hope none are trying to track you down.
The amount of information the Abyss Watchers were able to gather in general was staggering...which helped Silas a lot given that he had various children, grandchildren, bastards, in-laws, and generally everyone who was even remotely related to him out for some kind of compensation.
Really, leaving behind that mansion and coming here was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. The fact that he could spend more time with Ciara was a very welcome bonus, though.
9:00 AM - Head to Dexter for second bit of breakfast. Leave generous tip.
"Dexter my man, hook me up with the usual."
"Sure thing Silas! But are you sure you handle all of the grease at your age?"
"You're never too old to enjoy unhealthy foods!"
The banter between the two continued for a bit until Silas was served bacon and pancakes which he wolfed down with earnest. He was still a spry man for his age, he needed the extra food! That, and Dexter's cooking was the perfect way for him to start the day.
10:00 AM - Head to Undercity Base and do your own check of intelligence reports. Mostly those gained from fellow Scoundrels and Smugglers.
Much like Gulan, Silas entered his "scheming bastard" mode when he walked onto the base.
"Lesee-contacts from the Outer Rim said something about some big shipment heading to a predetermined destination...might need to get Gulan on this, it could be valuable." he muttered to himself as he shuffled through various reports, rumors and other questionably accurate information. Still, filtering out the bullshit in rumors is a scoundrel's pastime.
12:00 AM - Be done with the most important parts, get bored, delegate, visit Borvo for a card game or holochess.
Much to Silas' consternation Ciara had already requisitioned PR-1 to deal with her work, the clever brat. Fortunately for him ZK was around (apparently Var Zheen was unconscious after an experiment had gone haywire) and with only a minimal amount of snarking from the droid he was able to rope it into doing the last few bits of the work while he visited Borvo.
As he settled into a chair for a game of holochess (where both sides were known to try and cheat, it was in both their blood) he noticed a gold-plated machine sitting by Borvo's side.
"The hell is that thing?"
"Oh this? This is an automatic food maker. According to Gulan they were limited edition and very hard to get. I have four more sitting around."
"You just bought them all to screw with Gulan, right?"
"Mostly. But the food they make is quite delicious."
2:00 PM - Go eat at some place with Ciaran. Try to figure out if she finally has gotten a boyfriend or girlfriend. Or at least hope she will clone herself. You want to be great-grandfather before you kick the bucket.
Honestly, Ciara taking over her own restaurants. She grew up so fast. Silas still remembered how she'd blackmail some of her schoolmates when she was still a mastermind-in-training. Good times.
Still, she needed to get hitched soon. He was going to live for a lot longer, he wanted great-grandkids to
It didn't help that his dear sweet Ciara had become a massive flirt and didn't really like being tied down to anyone, Silas mused to himself as he watched her continue to tease Padme. Even if all of the tabloids said otherwise...
4:00 PM - Meet Gulan for gambling. Commence operation 'Go ahead, Mr. Terrek'. Translation: Cheat a lot.
After Silas had gotten the traditional "I'm going to win this time" challenge, Silas quickly moved to the gambling den they would be meeting at, paid off the dealers, stashed hidden cards, marked decks, and did basically everything he could to rig the game in his favor.
Honestly. If you're going to cheat, you should cheat as much as you possibly can. That way even if your opponent figures out one way you've cheated you still have more.
4:30 PM - Win against him. Enjoy the sight of Gulan snapping.
And now comes the usual "I'LL WIN NEXT TIME YOU BASTARD" speech. Honestly the boy had a lot of talent, but Silas had far more experience in the fine art of "cheating your ass off at card games."
Maybe Gulan would be able to catch up in a decade or so.
Maybe.
6:30 PM - Visit Dexter again to eat something. Leave generous tip. Optional: Watch a very resigned looking Jedi leave the place, shortly followed by Ciaran who smiles viciously.
As Silas headed over to Dexter's again, he noticed a Jedi-Obi-Wan if his memory served him correctly-leaving the bar with a look of resignation and annoyance on his face. So that meant that-
Right on cue, Ciara walked out with her trademark smirk on her face.
"Ciara, did you break the Jedi again?"
"Only a little bit."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing much, I only started a small gang war."
"You mean the massive riots the news have been talking about?"
"Same difference."
Silas was so proud of her.
7:30 PM - Sneak into Ciaran's apartment. Search for safe. Unlock it and raid the booze.
Ciara had constantly been switching safes around her house to keep booze away from Silas, but as everyone knows there's nothing that can keep a scoundrel from getting his alcohol. After locating the safe in question, Silas used his years of experience to analyze the safe's security system which was perfectly designed to stop him.
He punched in "1138" on the keypad and the door opened.
Ciara was a good information broker, but Silas knew his granddaughter far too well.
9:00 PM - Get kicked out. Be shoved to your own place by Gulan. Proceed to drink another bottle or two with Gulan.
"Oh come on kiddo, the night is still-"
"Goodnight."
Heh. She was good, but she never noticed the bottle of brandy he'd hidden under his jacket. Which was much appreciated by Gulan when he asked about it.
As they both arrived at Gulan's apartment and the bottle was opened, Silas' drunken mind suddenly provided him with a surprisingly intelligent idea.
"I propose a toast," Silas slurred out.
"To what?"
"To Ciara, the Abyss Watchers, and the other madmen we work with."
Gulan chuckled to himself. "I'll drink to that any day."
10:00 PM - Sleep.
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