A Letter Home

Locations

Secure Transmission

Factions

Vigil Compact (Republic)
BoSS (Bureau of Ships and Services)
First Order
O’Mandalorio Family
Zygerrian Slave Empire

Players

Tia O'Mandalorio (Laurie)
Sabbath Rune (Jack)
T-3PO (Scott)

NPCs

Lt. Lee Meriweather
Junero O’Mandalorio (Uncle J)
Valeria O’Mandalorio (Nonna O)
Zelda O’Mandalorio (Auntie Z)
Serafina O’Mandalorio (Tia's Mother)

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Short Public Excerpt/Summary

Tia sends a formal response to the correspondence she received from her dear Uncle J.

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My dearest Tia;
I am writing you since you left in such a hurry. Tia, these are strange times. Our family faces an uncertain future. The fall of the First Order means our standard lines of business have been disrupted. Our 'friends' in BoSS and other organizations are either dying or drying up. The Hutts have taken this opportunity to push for a major expansion, and well .... I'm not as young as I used to be.
Your mother would be proud of you. But she also knew how trusting you are. Tia, my oh so boisterous twinkle of my eye, please understand I have your best interest at heart. These force wizards - they're dangerous!! They manipulate people's minds, snatch children from their families, and get drunk with power. I'm old enough to remember the Jedi and the trouble they caused. This is why I obtained the Yslmari. Once I have successfully bred them, I will provide you one as well.
Please take care of yourself, and remember, you're a O'Mandolorio! You are the leader, you are the one people turn to. You are the future of this family!
Love and kisses,
Uncle J

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My dear Uncle,
Of course I left in a hurry! Did you really think that you could come in and disrupt everything I've been working to build here and have me do nothing? I know you don't like them, Uncle, but these people aren't stupid. They're highly skilled specialists, and they make for good contacts. If I hadn't blown a gasket with you like I did, they might have gotten confused and thought I was actually in on your ridiculous little play. Not to mention that YOU PISSED ME OFF!
You say our contacts are drying up. Then, for the good of the Family, let me do what I can to make some new ones - my way, without you sticking your nose in and undermining my work! You know, like you promised you would when I left? You were supposed to give me six months! What the hell gives?
Do you have any idea what hoops I had to jump through to try to mitigate the damage you did? You very nearly succeeded in blowing my cover! I know you're not a big fan of the cops, but how do you think I made the connections to get those kwi, or to recover the data from that Zygerrian ship in the first place? They'll be much more interested in sharing intel if they don't think I'm out to get them - so stop giving them the idea that I am!
I mean, really, Uncle, think about it - Lee's my ticket in with the local mercs, and I have an opportunity here for a personal Force-wielding bodyguard! One who works for free! And has access to what the local cops know! I've spent weeks working to catch his eye and cultivate his attention. Do you really want to get him killed? It's not as if there's an unlimited supply of these guys in the galaxy - I'd think you'd be happy I had one wrapped around my finger! I've only got one shot at this, Uncle - if you get him killed out of some misguided desire to protect me, he'll be gone and I doubt I'll be able to get another one. All that work, just - poof, up in smoke! Just trust me, Uncle - let him make all the googoo eyes at me he wants, I've got him exactly where I want him and you've got nothing to worry about. So stow the overprotective crap, trust me to do my job, and KEEP YOUR PEOPLE OFF OF HIM! There's no need for some kind of ridiculous pissing contest here!
You want me to be a leader? Then for fuck sake, start treating me like one and stop undermining me! I'm not a little girl anymore, Uncle. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to lead when one of your prime connections conveniently forgets to share vital intel? Or decides to take out or neutralize a key member of your team?
Look, next time I ask you to play nice, for the love of Nonna O, play nice! Then we can have a nice family dinner - I'll even ask T-3PO to put together your favorite (I've been having a hankering for tiramisu, anyway). But you pull another stunt like this, and I swear, you'll be choking on humble pie for weeks after I'm done feeding you a piece of my mind.
Please, Uncle. Don't make me yell at you. You know I hate it when we fight.
And if you want to send me a pet, that's fine. T-3PO will have a terrarium ready. I just hope it doesn't stink up the place.
Give my love to Auntie Z.

T