Sabacc Night on the Oracle
The Oracle,
Recreation Room
"Hit me."
*thwack*
"I didn't mean literally, you asshole!"
Laughter breaks out around the table. I roll my eyes and toss the Slussi a card. Around the table is a motley assortment of Watchers. First we have two Guardians, the Slussi Epsken and the Corellian Olvia. After that comes a Zeltron Agent who frequents the req room too often, Dani. A Devaronian apprentice, Javik, sits beside Martem the Coruscanti Seeker. And in the middle of it all, I deal the cards.
Epsken finishes rubbing his shoulder and glares at Dani. She only gives him a wink and a smirk while throwing down her own card. Javik chuckles while shaking his head. He looks at me and asks, "Why are we even using these ancient things anyway?"
I shrug.
"We're using paper so that someone," I direct my gaze towards Olvia, "isn't able to cheat using a wildcard."
Olvia leans back and throws her hands up in the air.
"That was one time! I don't even have that on me tonight!"
Epsken glances at her out of the corner of his eyes and hums.
"Mhmm. Little Issy still wants that back by the way."
"I already gave it back though."
Dani gives a soft snort, "So she says."
Olvia frowns at Dani but then a wicked grin grows across her face. Dani narrows her eyes in response.
"Say Javik," Olvia prods, "how did the ceremony for the first Walker go? I'm sure Dani was
sooo happy for the girl."
Javik's easy-going smile becomes strained as he casts furtive glances at Dani. Dani's eyes have become so narrow that they're practically closed. Epsken and Javik shuffle slightly away from the obviously fuming Agent. Epsken because he's smart enough to move away from a pissed off woman and Javik no doubt from something with the force. That or maybe it's just from how strong Dani is gripping the table. Is that a dent?
Dani Plenar was one of Tyro's earlier apprentices and the first apprentice to be considered a true Agent. It's fairly well known that she had also bragged that she would be the first to attain the rank of knight-level agent. It was a hard pill to swallow when a Kaleesh newbie soared through and took the achievement from her. In fact, it looks like she might be choking on it.
Javik squeaks out, "Remember Tyro's control exercises Dani."
Dani closes her eyes and exhales. Finally, she growls out, "The bitch
fainted."
Olvia's smile manages to grow even further. My head tilts at her expression. I didn't realize that that was physically possible.
"Nooo~."
"
Yes."
Martem scrunches his eyebrows and asks, "Why? Was it because of the moment?"
Javik gives a weak chuckle and shakes his head.
"I doubt it. Ciaran was there so I think that's what caused it."
Epsken grunts, "Huh?"
"You don't understand how much this girl likes her."
Dani flops back into her seat and spreads her arms.
"She is in awe of the
ground that the Boss walks on. I wouldn't be surprised if Kygeetu put her on the level of a god!"
"Wow."
Olvia raises an eyebrow.
"Did she ask for an autograph?"
Dani rolls her eyes.
"Ugh."
Epsken chuckles and shakes his head.
"I can just imagine that. 'Congratulations on your promotion. Your reward is a vacation trip to the boring plains of Dantooine and an autograph of yours truly. No raise though.' "
The group laughs and Dani is able to smirk at the joke. The whole group goes back to focusing on the game for a round. Javik wins this one with everyone else bombing out.
He chuckles, "Damn. Never saw a round like that one before."
"Darling, you must not have played a lot then. I played a game once where everyone bombed out over three times in a row."
"Isn't that the game where Issa had hacked the other cards?"
"Yeah. I think her words were, 'If I bomb out, everyone else is as well.' "
"Talking about bombing out, did any of you hear about the blackmail being loosed on Ciaran?"
The entire group goes quiet at that and visibly shifts to focus on Martem.
Dani whistles, "So the whole galaxy now knows of our illustrious leader's 'dark side'?"
I ignore Dani's lame pun and finally speak up.
"No. The wider galaxy is still ignorant."
Martem nods his head to show he agrees with me.
"Yeah, Cün is right. All of it fell flat."
Dani leans in with a smile and purrs, "Oh I have to hear this. How did you Seeker boys fix this one?"
"Paperwork."
"What?"
Dani is sporting an incredulous look and even Epsken is giving me a stare. Olvia looks like she slightly understands it though.
"Hehe", she giggles. "Wait, so you're saying that all the possible dirt on us was dealt with by misplacing a few files on a server?"
"Along with a few key edits here and there and bribes to the right people. In the end everything official that linked us to anything illicit were either a contradictory mess or just not there anymore."
Javik's jaw is wide open and he looks helplessly over to Martem. He only nods his head with a big proud smile.
"Don't forget the Black Sun. We used more than a few of their old records to pin the blame on them for some of the harder stuff."
Dani has a hand over her large smile while Olvia is laughing her guts out in her corner. Javik can only shake his head. He raises a hand towards the ceiling in a mock toast.
"Here's to the Black Sun. Were there ever a better bunch of scapegoats?"
The entire table breaks out into a small cheer mixed with laughter. Epsken doesn't join in though and has his eyes narrowed. When everyone sits back down he asks, "You said official. What about unofficial channels? Surely there are people who are either too stupid to keep their mouth shut or could be paid to talk. I heard something about this from Sarrin, my squad mate. He said he heard some dirt about Ciaran from a loud mouth in a Hutt exchange. Obviously someone didn't have the brains to keep shut so others must be talking too."
I nod my head in his direction. I then lay my elbow on the Sabacc table and show Epsken two fingers.
"Two reasons why the unofficial channels didn't work either. One is because those who, as you said, 'didn't have enough brains' were either taught better or they disappeared. There's at least one guy who didn't care for a lesson about what's allowed and refused all entreaties in shutting up. One day he found himself spread across a few star systems when his hyperdrive malfunctioned."
Javik grimaces at that while Olvia's eyes widen. Dani smirks.
"I like how you guys think."
Epsken hums and then grunts, "So reason number two?"
"A mixture of minor reasons with a very large one.
Lady Ciaran's own great reputation and the fact that everything official speaks for her benevolence, even if many of the officials themselves know better. For the usual individual, slander and rumor is only truly believed when known facts back it all up. Currently there are no known facts in unofficial circulation. We made sure that there aren't any per the original question. Right now there's only slander and rumors. In the end, what's one to believe?
"Do you agree that Lady Ciaran is secretly a crime lord so prevalent throughout the galaxy that only the Hutts are her superior and that she secretly
leads the CNS? All of this flies in the face of her known philanthropic enterprises and pushes for peaceful negotiations like Camaas. Or do you go with the simple statement that she is a successful business woman who sells medical supplies and who spends much of her time organizing rebuilding efforts such as Taris? After all, how could someone who funds refugee camps be an ally to the Hutts who are well known slavers?
"The founder of the Abyss Watchers? Why, it says it right here on the paperwork we modified. One 'Ano Nym Ous'. It doesn't matter that the Jedi know of us because they're not talking and
we certainly aren't. The same thing goes with Senate Security Solutions. There are no ties between Lady Ciaran and this mercenary group called the Abyss Watchers. There are no ties between Lady Ciaran and the SSS. There have never been ties with her
at all."
I show my hands to the group and then lean back. The group is deep in thought. A whole minute passes by when, finally, Epsken nods his head.
"Fair enough. I wouldn't have believed all of that either."
Everyone else nods with him at that. The game continues on until Martem of all people winds up with a +23. Olvia slams her cards down, Javik groans, and Epsken grumbles. Dani remains quiet but then winks at me and flashes me a quick smile.
She asks, "So is our great founder really now named 'Ano Nym Ous'?"