Private The Quiet Between Jumps

[Lysander von Ascania]

Danger Arceneau​

Mother Arceneau,

I swear my mind’s been punching through the stars long before the hyperdrive sang its song.

Taul sure was a blur of bug spray and glitterstim.

But it offered a gift: more glitterstim.

Now I’m carrying enough to light up Coruscant’s underbelly for a night.

I’ve been staring at my datapad, trying to come up with a clever reason to message you. Something tactical. Something that sounds like I’ve got it together. But truth is, I just wanted to talk to you again. I’ve been enjoying our messages more than I expected, and now that our job’s wrapped, I just couldn’t resist the urge to reach out.

Your messages stick with me longer than most things do.

I’ve been teaming up with this perpetual pissy Mandalorian lady who still hasn’t removed her fancy beskar armor since we met. So, my suspicions all these years are correct.

It’s basically proof that Mandalorians skip showers like it’s part of the creed.

Pretty sure her vambraces are fixin’ to grow lichen.

Anyway, you won’t believe what job we’re taking next.

Black Sun’s offering 50,000 credits per exotic beast delivered alive to Nar Kanji’s fighting pits. The list’s a nightmare too: Felucian Rancor, Rathtar, Zakkeg, Gundark, Oggdo.

I’ll send word after I wrangle one. Or two. Can you imagine me with a Rancor in the cargo bay? And don’t you worry, I’ll grab a quick holo-snap and send it your way so you know I’m not lying!

I know you’ve got an entire galaxy to manage, but if you ever feel like sharing more of your world.. like what you’re working on, what’s been making you cuss louder than you did at me back on Ruusan, what's your edible coping mechanism.. I’d love to hear it! No pressure. Just curiosity.

One last thing (again). If you had to ride out a sandstorm with either a Jawa who’s been plotting revenge with a flamethrower, or a Hutt in a hoverchair who plays the banjo and won’t shut up about his exes.. who do you saddle up with?

P.S. I need an exact count of cigarillos torched today. This is for science. And concern.

Mostly concern.

Warmly,
Lysander

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Lysander von Ascania

I’m starting to get little curious regarding your tendencies at picking up more narcotics as your wander along the ‘verse. You ain’t trying to see what sort of cocktail of vices you can get into before your heart keels over right?

Just be careful. There’s a few mixings with those drugs that can land you in a bucket of Giju you never intended to be in.

I am assuming then that this Mandalorian was the cactus you were referencing from before? If this has to do with that bounty hunting holo pic with the scientists you sent me the other day, then I find myself more than a mite bit concerned that you got the gear you need to keep you safe. Let me know if you need anything.

I ain’t surprised about Black Sun offering creds for those types of critters. I did more than my share of beast delivery down Hutt Space with the Cartels and Black Sun when I was your age. Now those were some fun times.

Honestly my work ain’t that entertaining. Working on setting up a few recharting of hyperlanes to make sure the convoys can once again get back to schedule. The Convergence karked things over more than Id like but it is what it is.

And of course I’d the Jawa. Sounds far more entertaining. Ain’t nothing like vengeance to keep the chill of the bitter cold at bay. That I can testify myself.

Ain’t great for the liver in the long run, but for the night, it ain’t bad.

My edible coping mechanism is Corellian Whiskey. Neat. Three fingers worth. Don’t mind ice but can’t be too careful of where that water comes from. What’s yours?

Goodness boy, why are you so keen to learn about my vice intake. Five alright.

So tell me more about this Mandalorian. What’s her name?

For Science. And Concern. Maybe a background check too.

~ Danger

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Danger Arceneau ​

Danger,

You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m still in full control. They don’t seem much different from carsunum if you ask me.

I probably would benefit from a few upgrades before I go courting these beasts. Something to help track the terrain, maybe a scanner that won’t spazz out in a Felucian swamp.

And better cuffs for the sentients I need to take alive. I’ve already had one pair malfunction and the target was delivered with a knot on his head.

I do appreciate the offer, but I can afford my own gear these days. Korriban’s still sending a steady stream my way, and the jobs are starting to stack up. Truth is, your messages do more for me than credits ever could

As for my favorite edible? Well, I’m partial to candied meilooruns. You bite through the sugar shell and it cracks, juice spilling over your tongue. It sticks to your teeth, makes you lick your lips, and leaves you thinking about the next one.

Or the spiced nut mix from one particular vendor on Nar Shaddaa who swears it's a family recipe but smells like it’s been smuggled through a few systems.

And wookie‑ookies? Stars, I swear I haven’t had one in forever. Didn’t have time to grab one when I passed through Coruscant. And Arkania? Doubt they’ve even heard of them. I can still remember the smell though

Corellian Whiskey though? That’s not nutrition, that’s more of a hobby.

If we were meeting for business, what’s actually on your plate? Something tells me it's not nerf nuggets.

You said five cigarillos for the day.. but is that five total, or five before noon?

It’s a fair question.

The Mandalorian’s is Skye. Don’t know her last name. Not yet. I imagine she’d be less of a cactus if I were more.. gracious? I suppose that’s the proper word. To be fair, she’s under no obligation to work with me.. but, for reasons I can’t quite name yet, I find much satisfaction in provoking her.

What’s the strangest job you’ve ever taken just for the story? Or the most credits you’ve ever turned down?

I’m headed to Ukatis now. Only been there once in the last year and a half, and it’s been even longer since I’ve seen my sister. I don’t imagine it’ll be a long stay. The Outer Rim’s home, and I’m too invested there to leave for good.

And keep it to five cigarillos, and not a one more.

I’d like you still breathing next time I see you.

Don’t make me come count them myself.

Warmly,
Lysander

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Lysander von Ascania ​

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Lysander,

Five before noon? That'd put me in an early grave, boy, and I've worked too long and too hard to let a vice snuff me out quicker than the Trade Federation ever managed. I'll keep to my five total. You can rest easy knowing I'm still breathing and sharp enough to write you back with both lungs and wit intact.

Now, as for you and your swamp-wrestling escapades… You may not want my credits, but don't think for a second that means I won't keep my eye on you. Korriban's coin spends fine until it doesn't. Seen more than one promising soul convinced steady work would keep them safe, only to find steady was just another word for trapped. Don't go falling into that pit. Make sure every chain you wear is one you picked yourself.

Your candied meiloorun made me smile thinking back of Makai Dashiell and his Choco-Chews. That boy wouldn't be seen without 'em. Had Myra tied up something fierce in irritation, saying Makai paid more attention to the candy than he did to her. And Wookie-ookies… well, you bring some back next time you pass a stand, and maybe I'll forgive you for teasing me with the memory.

Skye is it? Goodness gracious, you're poking the Gundark for the thrill of hearing it roar, Lysander. Don't mistake her for something tame just because you get a rise out of her. Satisfaction in provoking folk is a young man's game, and it'll get your teeth knocked in if you don't pick your marks wisely. That said, I suspect she'll give you a lesson worth the price of admission.

Strangest job I've ever taken? I reckon that would involve taking in and finding occupations and homes for the dozens of female Jedi clones discovered in a Kamino cloning facility that had been slated for auction by the Black Sun Syndicate some decades back. The sort of life they'd have led had it gone to fruition if the Corporate Sector Authority hadn't allowed me to take it on would have resulted in the sort of depravations I'd never wish upon any being. Never been more relieved that my connections served their purpose than then. As for the most credits I've turned down? Let's just say the moment a deal stinks worse than a Gamorrean cookpot, no amount of zeroes is worth the smell sticking to your soul.

Ukatis will test you. Old soil has a way of reminding us where our roots lie, even when we thought we'd burned the field behind us. Be kind to your sister, if only for the fact you still got her. That's a rarity in this galaxy.

I've lost my older brother Remi to a cruel act of fate decades ago. His death meant that Arceneau Trade now sat on my shoulders. And while this may have been a different place had he lived, I still miss him something fierce as the only blood kin I had left that I didn't hate.

Take care and make sure you eat well.

~Danger

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Danger Arceneau
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The Queen of Trade,

The Trade Federation, huh? You’re almost dropping that like it’s supposed to mean something to me. Who are they, and who do you need me to take out? I suppose I’ve got enough sway in the Holy Worlds and beyond to pull together a little team of Sith if it comes to that. Wouldn’t even have to twist an arm, I know some of them would sign up just for the thrill alone.

About what you said.. the chains, the trap. I get it. I think I do! I’m not brushing it off. But right now, I feel like I can handle it. I’m not blind to the way things can turn, and I’m not so stupid as to think I’m untouchable (until that glitterstim hits). Just knowing you’re watching my back, even from a distance, means more than I can put into words.

Your belief in me is enough.

And Wookie‑ookies? You know if I bring those back, I’m eating at least half before they ever reach you. Call it a Sith’s tax.

Or quality control.

Or both!

As for Ms. Skye I’ll be honest. I hate Mandalorians. I don’t respect them. They’re no better than the Ashla worshipping dweebs in my eyes, just another creed wrapped in armor and ego.She’s no exception. I’m trying to understand her better, but she’s always got her temper up about something. Whatever though, she’s useful, and I’m not above working with someone I don’t like if it gets the job done.

Naboo instilled that lesson home harder than anything else.. you don’t have to like someone to make something work.

But I just couldn’t fake it any longer.

That job you told me about with the clones.. that’s heavy. I can see why it stuck with you. Black Sun seems to be slick in the worst way possible. They smile when they measure your neck for a noose. Or at least, that was the vibe I got from Nar Shaddaa recently.

Ukatis will be brief. Unless it’s about credits, I have little desire to be in the Mid rim. I know it sounds like slapping a band‑aid over a ‘lil blaster wound, but everything in that region carries too much pain for me.

Peace is a lie.. but I still hope you find moments outside of work to relax. Even if it’s just a drink(non-alcoholic) in your hand and your feet up for a few minutes.

Spore Industries is up and running now. The primary branch is on Brosi, another in the Commonwealth region. It might sound illogical, to tie something like this to emotion.. but I wanted you involved from the start. That was always my wish. It just felt right to me when everything was being planned. Maybe it’s because I trust you more than most. Maybe it’s because I wanted you to see what I could build with my own hands, my own credits, my own will. Something that’s mine! Also that you’d have a place in it too, but my partner in this venture has the kind of ties to the shareholders that I never did.

Speaking of, I thought you should be the first to know, Spore Industries has formally entered into an affiliation with Aura Industries. Buuut this isn’t just a handshake; it comes with new capabilities. They’ve already passed along the knowledge to create Maelridae.

Honestly, this is the sort of thing I should probably save for when we’re face to face.. but I can’t help myself.

Now that I can make them, I keep imagining it: giant crates of these blind Sithspawn, each one tied up with a fancy pink bow, delivered right to the front steps of every Jedi Enclave.

Picture that.. like those old jack‑in‑the‑box toys. Only instead of a clown popping out, it’s fangs and teeth. Plus one unmistakable hiss!

I promise I’m not trying to be annoying about it, but I’d really like to see you soon. For all the connections I might have, it’s always the ones closest that seem to slip away. I haven’t seen my cousin Malum since the Galactic Kaggath, which was right after it felt like I’d finally found an older brother. Then I lost Sibylla, who was far too good for me. And honestly, who knows when I’ll see my sister again after this trip.

It’s made me think a lot about time, and about the people we keep, or lose, along the way in this journey called life.

If it’s just caf and a quick hello, I’d totally make the effort, even if it means venturing into a region of space I try to avoid.

Ok, I’ll admit, I’ve always been curious about Tatooine!

It almost sounds like I’m trying to invite myself, doesn’t it?

Just say yes.

Anyway. Take care of yourself. And don’t be afraid to give those poor lungs a break sometime!

--Lysander