“Okay, so you’re the new guy eh? Sit down, have a drink. New guys always got questions, and there ain’t no better place to answer them than over some Whyren’s whiskey. Yah, that’s right, the good stuff. The Familynever skimps on alcohol, even for us street-guys.”
“You want to know about the Family? That’s easy. Starts where most stories on Corellia start - with a ship. Now the Seelunds, the blood family, they go way back. Been on Corellia since the founding. Some of their people helped map the Corellian Run hyperlane. Few of ‘em got into CEC before it went big. Anyways, they ended up with a pile of money, and decided to go into the shipbuilding business themselves. Which was fine for awhile, but it wasn’t big action, know what I’m sayin'?”
“So round about eight hundred and fifty years ago, along comes a guy, Sair Seelund. Inherits the Family business and says to himself - “I can do a hell of a lot better than this, right?” So he starts telling his people to build custom ships for special clients. You know the kind I mean; fast ships, hard to track, plenty of extra space for cargo where sensors can’t trace. Well, Sair starts selling these ships, and the credits roll in like nobody’s business. He’s suddenly rubbin’ elbows with all kinds of interesting people. Word of mouth gets around, and he’s got clients lined up from the Cartels, the Trade Houses, all kinds of independents too. Sure, he’s gotta pay off a CorSec guy here and a judge there, but after awhile, he’s got a stable of 'em in his pocket. Even made himself a friend in the Senate. Business. Is. Boomin’.”
“Now along comes his daughter, Fionna. Real bombshell gal. Tough as nails - kinda runs in the Family actually. Anyways, she’s spent all her time growin’ up around these engine jockeys and ‘import specialists’, and she says ‘I can make more money runnin’ this cargo than I can just sellin’ the ships.’ So she starts movin’ crates up and down the Corellian Run and all around the Slice, makin’ connections, delivering the goods, while her Pahro handles all the logistics back on Corellia proper. Turns out to be a damn good team. Crews start coming to them both, looking for a piece of that action, and before you know it, you got a serious business venture goin’, know what I’m sayin’? Sair up and moves the Family from Labor Valley over to the Axial Park, which was brand new in those days, and builds himself a damn palace they call the Nest. Family’s still livin’ there, to this day.”
“And that, my friend, is how all this got started.”
Distant Past Dates:
Seelund Trading Company is incorporated in 2340 BTC as a legitimate builder of custom cargo and luxury vessels.
Sair Seelund becomes CEO of Seelund Trading in 845 BTC; within a year, the 'business model' changes, and STC begins manufacturing smuggling vessels.
Fionna Seelund goes into business for herself as a 'freelance trader' in 839 BTC; the Seelund Cartel unofficially forms as Sair and Fionna's business ventures turn very profitable and the Family begins hiring outside crews.
Sair Seelund moves the Family to Axial park, circa 820 BTC, into a Family estate known as 'the Nest'.
Dirty Green Secret
“Now, don’t get me wrong - it wasn’t all Ithorian roses and Alderaanian wine back then. The Family had some ups and downs. The big one in those days was over somethin’ Fionna found out in the Slice. Some glowy green box she bought, or salvaged, or stole from an angry Verpine, dependin’ on which version of the story you hear. The short of it was she got chased from Roche all the way down the Perlemian Trade route by some obsessed bug named Fxz’et, and ended up nearly gettin’ killed in a firefight outside her favorite watering hole on Corellia. Her Pahro just about had the whole thing hushed up by the authorities when this Jedi named Dasch arrives on the scene. Apparently, he knows somethin’ about this Fxz’et character, and begins sniffin’ around Fionna to find out why she shot the bug down outside that cantina. Nosy bunch, the Jedi. Got a bad habit of steppin’ on good business. But Fionna, she knew how to handle him. She keeps him guessin’ for awhile, tosses him clue now and then, even invites him over for dinner, all the while tryin’ to figure out what he knows about the puzzle box and why it’s so damn valuable. Then, she pulls the big caper, the one that makes this Dasch character no longer a problem.”
“She marries him. Yah, you heard that right. Don’t care what they say - you think Jedi babies just pop out o’ nowhere? Lots of ‘em get married, have families. Fionna wrapped that poor sucker right ‘round her finger. Didn’t show him the box until after the honeymoon, and the two of them went on some wild venture out in the Rim for a couple of years. Came back with a bunch of credits, a shipload of old stuff they dug up on some half-forgotten fringe world, and a daughter, Bria. Ever since, the Family’s been producin’ a Jedi or two once every couple of generations, and a few more that are ‘touched’ - damn lucky, or able to tell when you’re lying just by lookin’ at ya. The ones with real ability all end up in the Green Jedi these days. There’s always a big fuss when it happens. I mean, after all, when you’re Family you’re Family, but the Jedi don’t much like the whole ‘business’ angle. Some of ‘em go to the Order, and never come back. Others, well, the blood wins out, and they spend a lot of time on the run. Still, they’re good people to have in a firefight.”
Dirty Green Secret Dates:
Fionna Seelund 'acquires' a Jedi Holocron in the Roche system, circa 834 BTC
Fionna kills Fxz'et and meets Dasch that same year.
Fionna Seelund marries the Jedi Dasch in 833 BTC
Fionna and Dasch use the Holocron to locate a cache of ancient Jedi artifacts on the world of Haashimut in831 BTC
Fionna's daughter, Bria, eventually the first Seelund Green Jedi, is born in 830 BTC
All Out War
“Here...lemme refill that glass. Enough with the ancient history, right? What you need to know is about what the Family is doin’ now. Well, sorta now. I mean, you really can’t talk about now now without talkin’ ‘bout the War, right?”
“So, let’s see...I guess it starts with the blazin’ of the Hydian Way hyperlane in ‘37; after Kallea opened it up, the Family got in on the action in a big way - weapons and armor from Bonadan, art from Cadomai, and nav charts for smugglers’ routes charted by the Ocsinin on Farana. So when the Imperial Navy came sailin’ into the Tingel Arm, we were caught off guard just like the Reps. Lost a lot of ships and people at Ruuria when the government turned traitor, and several more when the Imps hit Sluis Van and took out the repair docks. A good half of the Cartel’s ships and pilots were out on the Hydian when the fight started, and the loses were bad...real bad.”
“Now, the Pahro back then was Aydo Seelund; good guy...bit gruff maybe...but cautious, always cautious. So when word of those ‘strange ships’ out in the Tingel began flowin’ in, he started telling the Kapihans to pull back. A few did, but a bunch of them...Adson, Roget, Jenica...they stayed in the fray, either because they had too many credits at risk, or too much blood to avenge. None of them had any idea what they were up against until it was way too late. A number of Seelund crews had limped back to the Sluis Van shipyards to effect repairs when the Imps hit that world. Half the Cartel’s strength wiped out in those first months. Aydo did his best to keep the peace by refusing to punish the Kapihans who had gone against his orders, but a lot of them grumbled that their losses would have been less if the Cartel had backed them one hundred percent. A lot of bad blood built up over the decision; bunch of frustrated idiots.”
“Now Aydo’s daughter...you know who she is right? Wilma Seelund...the Durasteel Dame herself. She was around nineteen at the time. Her father was the quiet one, but Wilma...she never backed down from a fight in her life. When she was seven, she beat on a boy five years older than her for stealin’ her piece of rhyscate - smacked the poodoo out of him with a cafe cup. That’s the Seelund women though, they all take after their ancestor Fionna. Anyways, Wilma didn’t like seeing her father back down, from the Empire, or from the his own people bein’ disrespectful. She argued with him about it constantly, told him to strike back. When he put his foot down, she stormed off and joined the Republic Navy, just to spite ‘im. Caused a big rift. Some of the Kapihans, well, they thought it was a big joke. After all...if you can’t control your own daughter, how you gonna control a Cartel, right? Well, Aydo tried to track her down, get her to drop out, but she refused. After her first enlistment ran out, she went for a second one. Went up the ranks quickly, got a solid reputation as a trooper and field commander. Didn’t hurt that her regiment was mostly Corellians, and her name, well...no reason to be disrespectful to someone with ‘connections’, right? While she was on Utapau she met a couple of ‘transport specialists’ runnin’ food and medicine to refugees - Desmon Taylor and Tigre Petrov - both big names in the Family these days. She met ‘em again on D’ian, and she and Desmon were seein’ each other pretty steady after that.”
“Meanwhile, things back home are gettin’ pretty rough. Aydo’s catchin’ more flak from the Kapihans, over the war and some territorial disputes in Hutt Space. Any Cartel worth the name does some business on Nar Shaddaa, but working with the Hutts can be rough. A few of the Kapihans tried to hedge their bets by seekin’ a deal with the Exchange, which irritated the slugs and put Aydo in a bind. He told the Nar contingent they had to break their connections to the Exchange or pay higher tribute to the Hutts. Several of the Kapihans spit in his face. The big timers, Roget, Jenica, and Pesh’do, well, they figured the Exchange gave them enough muscle to do pretty much what they wanted. Then, they went and committed the cardinal sin. Roget made a deal with the Nar Shaddaa Labor Alliance. Cute name, ugly business. Let me make this clear to ya new blood - The Family don’t truck with slavers. EVER. That’s been the rule since Sair’s day. Every idiot that’s thought to try to make a credit on the slave trade on the Family’s time has ended up in a ditch somewhere. That hasn’t stopped a few people tryin’ every couple of generations, but it has never ended well. Take that as a lesson.”
“Anyways, that was more than Aydo could forgive. The hit went out on Roget, and all hell broke loose. The Nar Shaddaa crews backed up Pesh’do and Jenica on the Smuggler’s Moon, with the Exchange supplyin’ arms and support, against the rest of the Family. When the blaster fire started, it was enough to finally convince Wilma to come back to the fold. The Pahro used his connections to get her another promotion, up to Major, and a nice cushy job headin’ up logistics and supply on Corellia for the Navy. Didn’t take long for Wilma to drag her military contacts into our little ‘domestic dispute’. Aydo’s guys started showin’ up to hits wearin’ the latest armor and carryin’ serious military hardware. We’re talkin’ autocannons and thermal detonators. The Durasteel Dame militarized the Family, and the fightin’ got pretty damn bloody. Not to mention she’d made a few friends in SIS that were feedin’ her information off the record. ‘Course, the favors went both ways, and a lot of the Family was uncomfortable about entanglements. But, for awhile, order became the buzzword in the Seelund ranks. The Nar Shaddaa crews had to toe the line or go underground, so things quieted down for a bit."
"Quiet enough, in fact, that Wilma had time to get married. She finally matched up with that rogue Desmon Taylor. Haven’t had a wedding like that one in a long time now; Senators, military brass, judges and politicians from all over Corellia and the Core. A real damn spectacle. I heard they spent a million credits just on the bar tab.”
All Out War Dates:
The Hydian Way Hyperlane route is trailblazed by explorer Freia Kallea in 37 BTC; The Seelund Cartel uses the route to establish trade with planets on the edge of the Wild Space later that year.
The Galactic War begins with the invasion of the Imperial Fleet into the Tingel Arm in 28 BTC. The Seelund Cartel sustains heavy losses of ships and people at Ruuria and Sluis Van.
Wilma Seelund enlists in 27 BTC and serves two tours on the front lines before taking a logistics post on Corellia in 21 BTC.
The Seelund Slavers War begins in 23 BTC with the assassination of Roget Vorru on Nar Shaddaa. Wilma militarizes the Seelunds in 21 BTC, bringing a lull in the conflict.
Wilma Seelund marries Desmon Taylor in 21 BTC.
Not so Civil Strife
“About six months after the marriage, Lady Luck tossed in a skiffter; Old Aydo takes a fishing trip to Brentaal, to talk business with some of our people in the Trade Houses. While he’s there, some punk manages to get on the boat and shoots him. Simultaneously, Wilma and Desmon almost get incinerated coming back to the Nest on Corellia;They were getting out of their speeder at the main entrance when their bodyguard, Y’huz, he tells them to wait. Something tipped him off - to this day, nobody knows what. But Y’huz was an old-timer with damn good instincts. He went up to the entrance gate, and the poor bastard tripped the bomb himself. Oh, he was stand up guy Y’huz. Used to buy drinks and dispense advice to all the young bloods, like I’m doin’ now. His family’s been with the Cartel for generations, came up side by side with the Seelunds themselves. His son T’loak’s still carryin’ on the family tradition now days, puttin’ himself in harm’s way. Personal bodyguard to the Pahrino, quite the honor.”
“Anyways, Wilma takes the hint and goes mobile. Desmon’s got himself a beaut of a ship called the Trouble, so the newlyweds get onboard and turn it into a flyin’ headquarters, payin’ visits to all the crews, sniffin’ out who's loyal and who ain’t. It isn’t long before Wilma fixes her eye on Pesh’do, the Bith gangster back on Nar Shaddaa. He’d always been the quiet one - keepin’ himself behind hotheads like Roget and Jencia, but he’s always been ambitious too. Wilma sent a pair of Trandos after him, but he must of figured it was comin’, and his people were waiting at the spaceport. The whole civil war erupts again, only this time Pesh’do’s people are matchin’ Wilma’s weapon for weapon thanks to their contacts in the Exchange. Turned into a real frakkin’ mess; they bury one of ours, we bury one of theirs, back and forth, tit for tat. Both sides are so heavily armed it starts spillin’ into the streets. Lots of collateral damage, a few civilian casualties. Authorities on a dozen worlds start crackin’ down on the violence. We lost a lot of the old guys and gals from that day, either to violence or prison. For awhile, looked like everything was gonna come tumblin’ down.”
“In the midst of it all though, while they’re runnin’ from smuggler hole to smuggler hole, Wilma and Desmon give birth to their first little one. The Seelund princess they name Aydrien, after her grandfather. They say she was dangerous from the start - all charm and smiles, talk you right out of your wallet if you weren’t careful. Takes after her Pop that kid. She grew up on that ship; didn’t know anything other than the spacer life for years. Kinda makes sense of what happened later, you know?”
“Anyways, so the fight drags on a couple of years, sometimes hot, sometimes cold. After the first two years, Wilma started makin’ regular trips back to the Nest, but kept Aydrien movin’ ‘round on the Trouble with her dad. Ain’t no one makin’ real money while the blaster shots are flyin’, so all the Kapihan’s on both sides are gettin’ ansy. Wilma’s famous temper means she won’t hear one damn word about cuttin’ a deal, so a bunch of the old-timers get together and end up goin’ to Tigre Petrov. They figure he’s the only one with enough swing to pull the two sides together, and he’s always been more interested in peace and makin’ money then all this bravado. He has a quiet meeting or two people on both sides, and finally brings a proposal to Wilma for a peace conference. The arrangement is to meet on Nar Shaddaa durin’ the festival of Soovada. No weapons, and all the security handled by a neutral party. To everyone’s surprise, Wilma goes along, and the meeting is on.”
“So, Wilma, Pesh’do, and a string of the most influential Kapihans meet up at the Star Cluster Casino on the first day of Soovada, with the Anjiliac Hutt Cartel providing security for the whole thing. The morning is going along surprisingly smooth. Wilma’s sittin’ at the head of the table cold as a refrigeration unit in the middle of Ilum winter, while the Kapihans lay out their grieveances and try to sue for peace. She starts hearin’ each one out, and when they are done layin’ out their problems, she offers them a little territory or extra cash, if they’re willin’ to play along nicely. ‘Course, once the Kapihan’s figure out the game, they all start to raise their prices, figurin’ she just wants the war over. Pesh’do’s sittin’ at the other end of the table, all cheery, waitin’ his turn. The mornin’ goes flyin’ by, and finally Wilma slaps her hand on the table and announces it’s time for lunch. She suggests everyone go get a bite and a good drink, and tells everyone to be back in about an hour or so.”
“Now, everyone goes off their separate ways, but as their eating, some of the Anjiliac people start movin’ from small group to small group, carryin’ a message. ‘Somethin’ has come up on Corellia, and the Pahrino is gonna be late.’ Bunches of Kapihans get the message and hang around the Casinos. But not all of them do…”
“Pesh’do and a bunch of his hangers on get back to the meeting room after that first hour, and find Wilma waitin’ patiently in her chair. Most of her strongest backers haven’t come back from lunch yet, so Pesh’do finds himself surrounded by his biggest allies when Wilma asks what it’ll take to get him back into the Family fold. Well, Pesh’do’s been waitin’ for his moment, so he breaks into a grand speech about reconciliation and peace and how it’ll be good to get the whole Family back together. Probably had the speech written out and memorized for weeks. No doubt he was expectin’ to get a big payoff at the end. Accordin’ to the story, he gets maybe..three minutes..into his speech, and then BAM! Chunks of that big bulbous head of his goes flyin’ in six different directions at once. The Kapihan’s are just wiping the gore out of their eyes when Jencia goes down in a spray of blood, screaming like a wounded Gamorrean. There’s Wilma, eyes blazin’, teeth pulled back like a hungry Gundark, holdin’ an old fashioned slug thrower in her hand. She levels the barrel and opens up, shootin’ right into the crowd of ‘em, growling and cussin’. Everybody panicks and starts throwin’ themselves at the doors, but the Anjiliac guards have locked ‘em all down. Three minutes later, it goes dead silent, except for a little knock on the door which tells the Hutt people to open up. Wilma Seelund walks out of there, all smooth and cold, like she was walkin’ to dinner, steppin’ over fourteen bodies.”
“The Family calls it the Soovada Day Massacre. The Pahrino killed every Kapihan too greedy or stupid to make a deal during the morning session. Whenever you hear someone tell you to ‘make a decision before lunchtime’, you’ll know what they’re hintin’ at. Apparently, Wilma found out the Anjiliac were the ones arranging security ahead of the meeting, and had a long talk with Kaburra, their Kajidic. They made sure there were no weapons in the morning, but before the afternoon sweep, one of the Hutt’s people planted that slugthrower under the table at Wilma’s chair. The scanners were only set to detect blasters and explosives, so it didn’t set anything off. And, of course, it was Kaburra’s people who warned off the Kapihans who’d already made a deal with Wilma in the morning. With all her enemies lying in piles of their own guts, the war was over.”
“There’s some people who think Wilma sold her soul to the Hutt Cartel for that deal. They’re a bunch of morons...don’t anyone own Wilma Seelund ‘cept Wilma Seelund, but it’s true that the Family’s been payin’ the Anjiliac tribute on Nar Shaddaa ever since. When you go to the Smuggler’s Moon, remember to pay Kaburra his proper respects. Just don't ever turn your back on him.”
Not So Civil Strife Dates:
Pahro Aydo Seelund is assassinated on Brentaal in 20 BTC; a second assassination attempt, against Wilma and Desmon, misses it's target, killing their Twi'lek bodyguard Y'huz instead. Wilma and Desmon leave the Nest and use Desmon's ship, the Trouble, as a mobile base.
Aydrien Seelund, first daughter of Wilma and Desmon Seelund, is born on the Trouble in 19 BTC
Wilma returns to the Nest to fight the War from home starting in 17 BTC; Desmon and Aydrien remain on the ship.
A peace negotiation is organized by Advocat Tigre Petrov in 15 BTC, during the Hutt festival of Soovada on Nar Shaddaa. Wilma wipes out her enemies in the middle of the meeting, referred to as the Soovada Day Massacre.
An alliance between the Seelund Cartel and the Anjiliac Hutt Cartel is formalized that same year.
“After the massacre, things went back to normal for a while. The Galactic War was still ragin’, but the Family made a mountain of credits gettin’ arms, supplies, and medicine in an’ out of supposedly ‘unreachable’ spots on the front. Sure, there was a lot of noise made about the fact that the Family was basically under contract to the Republic, thanks to Wilma’s connections, but it was just that...noise. The money was good enough to keep the crews largely out of the spice and other illicit trades, and with Kaburra’s help, the Seelunds got into the information business big time, sellin’ secrets to the SIS. Back then, if you tried to do business with the Imperials though, you’d have to answer to the Pahrino. Wilma couldn’t stand ‘em, after her time in the Navy. There were a lot of crews losin’ territory as the front moved forward. More than a few wanted to back out from the deal with the Republic and go neutral, but no one wanted to risk lunch with Wilma Seelund, catch my drift?”
“Wilma and Desmon were out tourin’ the Mid-Core worlds when she went into labour with her second little girl, Aurhia. Corellia is marked as her birth-world on all the official documents, but it’s kinda a technicality - Desmon raced the Trouble back towards home soon as Wilma started into the contractions, but little Aurhi was born in orbit before he could set down. Just like ‘er older sister, Aurhi spent a lot of years flyin’ round on the Trouble. The two sisters were a real pair; Aydrien brought her little sister in on all the cons, and the two of them had a serious racket goin’ almost as soon as Aurhi could walk. The little sis got to play lookout or the straight man, which is why everyone calls her ‘Bait’. But it didn’t take long to figure out Aurhi was ‘gifted’ - when she’d throw a tantrum, everything would go flyin’. Books, toys, droids...tossed ‘em around like a champion Huttball hurler. Wilma’s older sister, Joha, got the gift and went to the Green Jedi, so everyone figured Aydrien and Aurhi would be skipped. But the Force was in Aurhi in a big way.”
“Now...you heard ‘bout the Mandolorian Blockade, right? They come racin’ down the Hydian Way in ‘8 BTC, and cut the Core Worlds off from the Rim. Well, the Seelund Cartel was caught smack in the middle of that whole mess too. Wilma’s in the Core, tryin’ to keep Family operations runnin’, Desmon and the girls are out in the Rim, and suddenly cut off from home. So when Hylo Visz started pullin’ together crews to break the blockade, the Seelund Cartel was one of the first groups to sign on. It pays to have the Senator on speed dial when you’re tryin’ to coordinate a strike in front as well as behind the enemy lines. Some of the information that went to the Republic Navy when Hylo hit that line went through the Nest on Corellia, and we had pilots up in that fray. Somethin’ to remember the next time some Mando makes a crack about how tough they are...provided you don’t mind gettin’ into a fight, I mean. Anyways, the blockade got broke, the Cartel made a killin’, and Desmon was home in time for the girls to meet T’loak when he was made the Family bodyguard. Could’a been a Kapihan with his own crew, but T’loak wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps. Now that’s devotion.”
“The next two years, they were golden. That whole thing with Visz proved a boon - suddenly, new clients are linin’ everywhere, lookin’ to get goods behind the lines. All that currency from the Republic went into a buildin’ spree for ships, and a few well-placed investments with the Hutts that paid off big in the information trade. Tore a big chunk of territory off the Exchange on Nar Shaddaa in the Corellian Sector, plus a little piece of Network Security gifted by Kaburra. Everything was sailin’ along until Lady Luck decided to have another chuckle, and this one was a heartbreaker. Little Aurhi and her big sister Aydrien decided to pull some kinda small-time con and got pinched, so they went racin’ into a bunch of warehouses to escape their pursuers. They were climbin’ up some rafters or somethin’ when Aydi fell. Would’a broke her neck ‘cept little Aurhia reached out and grabbed a hold of her just before impact. I mean Force-wise here obviously. Just floated her safe on the ground. Problem is, there was a Jedi not too far away, and he felt the whole thing happen. Came lookin’ for the youngling that did it. Figuring it was one more stranger chasin’ ‘em, the girls made a break from him too, even dumped some crates in his path, but I guess Aurhi got a little excited and accidently dropped one of them on her sister. Broke poor Aydrien’s leg. Poor Aurhi’s cryin’ in a panic, and the Jedi catches up to them. Calms the poor kid down, and even helps heal Aydrien’s leg, all the while talkin’ ‘bout how Aurhi has a special gift and needs to learn to use it safely. Put the idea in her head that she was dangerous to her sister and the whole Family if she didn’t get to the Order and learn how to be Jedi. The poor kid’s got no idea how that sort of thing runs in the Family, and so I guess she decided she had to go with him.”
“There was a big argument back at the Trouble when this Jedi brought the girls back. Desmon and Tigre tried to reason with the guy, even raised their heckles a bit at him, talkin’ ‘bout the Family traditions with the Greens, but I guess Aurhi was so worked up about what happened to her sister that she felt like she had to go right away. No one’s real clear on exactly what happened, but Aurhi packed herself off to Coruscant, and Aydrien must have blamed herself or somethin’, ‘cause she jumped ship at the Trouble’s next stop on Nar Shaddaa. Just ran off to seek her own way, though I gather she and her dad had some kind of arrangement, otherwise no one in the Family would have rested looking for her. Wilma though...she was furious. You could hear the glass breakin’ in the Nest two neighborhoods away. There was all kind of talk of puttin’ bounty-hunters on both girl’s trails, and from that day on if you heard a word about the Jedi come from the Pahrino’s lips, it was always followed with a curse. Losin’ both her girls at once took a real toll on Wilma Seelund. She started lookin’ a little more ragged, a little more white in the hair. She resigned her post in the Navy, and bent more than a few of her old contacts in SIS and the military over a barrel tryin’ to find out what had happened to Aurhi. It was about that time relations between the Family and the Republic started goin’ downhill fast.”
“You know how the war ends; when we got word back at the Nest about what happened at the Jedi Temple, the Nest was so quiet you could hear the air pumps in the basement. Wilma locked herself in her office on the top floor and didn’t come out for days. Nobody knew if little Aurhi was alive or dead, and there weren’t any holocalls. When the weeks started movin’ on with no word, Wilma came down out of her place in the Nest lookin’ like some terrible monster out of the old bedroom stories. She was lookin’ to hurt someone…”
Domestic Troubles Dates:
Aydrien Seelund was born in Corellian orbit in 12 BTC.
The Mandolorian Blockade begins in 8 BTC.
In 7 BTC, smuggler Hylo Visz organizes several Cartels and smuggler groups into a fighting force to break the Blockade; Seelund ships take part in both the initial attack by Hylo, as well as the Republic's reinforcement fleet.
Also in 7 BTC, T'loak, the Twi'lek son of Y'huz, becomes the Seelund Family's bodyguard, in honor of his father.
Aurhia Seelund saves her sister Aydrien from a terrible accident in 5 BTC, drawing the attention of a member of the Jedi Order. Aurhia is taken to Coruscant to train as a Jedi, and her big sister Aydrien runs away from the Family to chart her own path.
As a result of Aurhia's induction into the Jedi, Wilma Seelund resigns from the Republic Navy in 5 BTC, and takes her anger out on many of her old contacts, blackmailing members of the SIS and military command.
The Jedi Temple is destroyed in 0 BTC; the Family loses all contact with Aurhia Seelund, and it is feared she was killed in the attack.
The New Blood
“Need a refill? Don’t mind if I do….all this talkin’ is thirsty work. We’re gettin’ towards the end though, and it’s not like we’re goin’ anywhere, right? I really hate stakeouts…”
“So, let’s back up a little. Aydrien Seelund, the oldest daughter, runs off into the Nar Shaddaa nights back in ‘05 BTC. For awhile, nobody hears nothin’ - at least, that’s the Family line, but like I said, pretty sure she and her pop had somethin’ worked out to make sure she didn’t completely drop off the scanner. She spent a couple of years on the Smuggler’s Moon, tendin’ bar, pullin’ the occasional con-job, you know...honin’ her skills. Then she signs up as crew on a ship called the Narrow Escape. Spent seven years on that bucket, stayin’ on while other are comin’ and goin’, and ends up First Mate. Married her Captain too. They had some pretty lean times, that bunch; ran out of money out on the Rim and had to berth her for two years out on Tatooine. That’s where Aydrien got a job makin’ and repairin’ speeders with ol’ Sal. Girl loves to race, and she was tradin’ her time for parts for the Narrow Escape. When they finally got her spaceborne again, the crew decided they needed better hauls, and started runnin’ riskier cargo. Anythin’ to stay profitable. Stuck mostly to the Rim, stayed out of the War, so Aydrien had no idea what’d happened to her sister. Guess she must have heard about it from her dad, way out on the fringes where she couldn’t do anythin’ about it. She was hittin’ the bottle hard those days, even for a Seelund. Maybe takin’ too many risks.”
“Lady Luck caught up to ‘em, that crew, about four years after the end of the War. They crossed the wrong people, and ended up on the business end of a blaster. Just all catchin’ a little refreshment in some Nar Shaddaa dive when the firing started, and Aydrien caught some plasma like the rest. Unlike the rest, she survived it. She was left for dead but somehow crawled away far enough to be noticed and taken to medical help. Her father tracked her down on the Smuggler’s Moon about two weeks later, followed by the Durasteel Dame. Puttin’ Wilma and Aydrien in the same room can be as volatile as crackin’ the power-pack on a blaster, and they were arguin’ for hours. Wilma wanted her back at the Nest on Corellian, but Aydrien refused, sayin’ she wanted to keep flyin’ on the Narrow Escape, which was hers by inheritance now. Wilma was just ‘bout gonna carbonite her daughter and carry her out when Desmon and Tigre stepped into the fray, an’ by the end Aydrien got her way, along with a little seed money and the right to use the name of the Family’s legit business,Seelund Trading Company, as her own for movin’ cargo. Most of the shipbuilding business had folded or been sold off a long time ago, but it gave Aydrien a chance at respectability on her own terms. Almost a full year passed before Aydrien managed to get around decently on her own, recovering from her injuries, but she started up flyin’ again, all though the Family kept a much closer eye on her after that.”
“Round ‘bout a year later, Aydrien’s runnin’ her preflight check to blast out of the Deucalon spaceport when she finds a stowaway on board. Tiny little Twi’lek girl nursin’ a severe burn on her left arm, and so scared she’s tremblin’. Aydrien can’t get a word out of her, but the girl’s so frightened Aydi figures there’s gotta be a good reason, so she fires up the ship and races out just a few steps ahead of someone bound and determined to catch up with her. Now, Aydi’s no amateur when it comes to pursuit, but it takes her a good long while to shake this one, and that convinces her this girl is in some serious trouble. Once they're clear, Aydrien treats the burn and tries to talk to the poor thing, and can't get much more than a name - “Alema” - and lots of evidence the Twi’lek’s been in a hard way. Scars, burns, signs of spice use. The girl can't even look her in the eyes, and stutters when she speaks. The only thing Aydi can do is feed her, get her some new clothes, and take her along for the ride. She can't bring herself to send the girl off at the next port, so the two of them spend weeks together out in space, chasin’ the hyperlanes. Over time, bits of the girl’s story emerge. She’s a former slave, used to be a Jedi Padawan...been through some kind of trauma on Nar Shaddaa. Started going through severe spice withdrawal after the first week, and can't sleep from terrible nightmares that wake her up screamin’. Her name isn't even ‘Alema’ - she says she doesn't have one of her own, so she borrowed it from someone in her past.”
“Once Alema starts to open up, the two become guarded friends. The girl steals bits of food, roams the ship in a fog, and keeps pretty much to herself, but Aydrien’s got a way with people, and after awhile they are sharing the ship as crewmates. When there’s an immediate threat, this girl proves she can hold her own like a real street hood, so Aydrien keeps her around as a lookout and guard. Along the way, the two of them make some solid money, some legit...some less so. Even gathered a bit of treasure, if you believe the story. Heard about a strange salvage opportunity in Wild Space, and went chasin’ after it. Found a wrecked alien ship off the edge of the maps, and pulled a whole bunch of tech out of it. Despite the money and growin’ friendship though, Aydi realized she can't get Alema the help she needed, physically or mentally. Somewhere along the way, Aydrien decided she had to come home, and brought the girl with her to Corellia.”
“Aydrien’s return to the Nest turned out to be an important moment, all around, if more than a little bittersweet. The Family been in turmoil for years with the Durasteel Dame at its head; every little slight or mistake punished hard, and relations between Wilma and her outside connections were strained, to say the least. The Cartel catchin’ heat all over the place, and even the Kapihans who'd been terrified of the Pahrino have started talkin’ behind her back about the need for more diplomatic leadership. Aydrien comin’ back home was heralded by many as the return of the heir apparent, an’ not a moment too soon. It certainly brightened the Pahrino’s mood, though everyone was a little on edge about this little waif followin’ Aydrien around. Aydrien only agreed to stay so long as the Family was willin’ to help Alema, so it became somethin’ of a huge project to get the girl back on her feet. Kinda brought the whole Family together, and even the Pahrino came round eventually. Alema got to see the best specialists around the Core, spent time with Tigre and others gettin’ back into shape, weanin’ her off some of the hard drugs...not entirely successful on that count, mind you. Even put her through plastic surgery to clean up most of the scars and tattoos, and those broken teeth. Wired her head with some cuttin’ edge micro-cybernetics too, and the stutterin’ went away. By the time they were done, you’d have never recognized her. To cap it off, the Family pitched in to send her on a trip to Ryloth so she could learn a little somethin’ ‘bout her own people. When she came back, she had a fresh set of tats and her own name. Everyone calls her Qora now. Qora Seelund...’cause when she got back, the Pahrino adopted her right into the Family; treated her like a long lost daughter. Never seen the Durasteel Dame open up like that to someone who wasn't blood.”
“Yah, you heard me. Qora Seelund. The enforcer no one ever crosses...the same one. Hard to believe she used to weigh sixty pounds and couldn’t look anyone in the eye, eh? Now she’s...well, she’s a true believer. Ain’t nothin’ comes between Qora and her Family. They say ‘You rescue a life, it’s yours forever’. Whatever she was before she came to Corellia, she’s a Seelund now.”
“Aydrien and Qora started makin’ names for themselves in the Cartel almost immediately. I mean sure, havin’ ‘The Name’ is one thing, but bein’ a Seelund is more than that. Tigre and Desmon, they encouraged the crews and Kapihans to come pledge allegiance to the sisters, and encouraged them to get involved in the Family business proper. Qora took straight to it...Aydrien preferred her independence, but mostly the Cartel was pleased with what it saw. So when the suggestion was made that Wilma might go into ‘semi-retirement’ to let Aydrien run things, the transition was a smooth one. Wilma stepped aside, joined Tigre and Desmon as Advocats, and Aydrien became the Pahrino in name. Business was good, and life was good. And then, it got better.”
“Aydrien had booked a pair of passengers on a mission to the edge of Imperial space, a marine named Joro and a Jedi Master named Danan, and was returning them to the new Jedi Academy on Tython, when she was approached by a young woman who looked real familiar. Little Aurhia had survived the attack on the Jedi Temple, been off-world at the time, and had bounced from place to place with her instructor until the new academy had been established. Word raced back to the Nest, blowin’ through it like a Tatooine dust storm, and there was immediately a party that lasted a whole week. The Cartel was celebratin’ on the scale of Wilma and Desmon’s weddin’, I kid you not. Then Aydrien calls the Family together for a private meetin’; 'Aurhi's chafin’ at the Temple' she says, 'and wants to come home'. Favors immediately called in, putting Aurhi under the tutelage of Danan, who owed Aydrien big after the imperial job. Meanwhile, the groundwork for an escape plan springs up. Wilma and Aydrien patched things up over this one shared goal - get Aurhia home.”
“While this was all takin’ place, one other little project gets its start with Tigre. The old man is deeply interested in the exotech Aydrien and Qora had brought back from the Wild Space job, and proposes an ambitious idea; the Family, along with some financial backing and expertise loaned from Kaburra the Hutt, would take the devices they recovered and re-engineer 'em. The secrets they yielded would give the Family an undeniable edge in business dealings around the galaxy. The first phase of the operation is so successful that the Family puts huge money into round two, so much that they and Kaburra have to build a secret station back out on the edge of Wild Space to house the labs. The Cartel starts buyin’, stealin’, and importin’ alien tech from all around the galaxy to add to this program, which the Family calls Project Museon. All those fancy guns, armor, and slicin’ equipment they showed you when you got inducted...the top line stuff all comes from Museon. Ain’t no one, not even the Republic or Empire, got slicer arrays to match it. That's why the Cartel is so damn interested in exotech these days...Gree, Rakata, old Sith and Jedi stuff, you name it. If it's old, we want it, and whatever we can't buy, we take. That stuff...it's our skiffter in the hole."
The New Blood Dates:
Aydrien Seelund joins the crew of the Narrow Escape in 3 BTC, two years after running away from the Family.
Aydrien is stranded on Tatooine in 1 BTC and works there two years getting the Narrow Escape space-worthy again. Word reaches her in 0 BTC about her little sister's 'death', well after the attack on the Temple.
The crew of the Narrow Escape are ambushed and killed on Nar Shaddaa in 4 ATC; Aydrien is left for dead but survives. It takes a year before she fully recovers.
Aydrien reclaims the name 'Seelund Trading Company' from the Family and begins flying cargo alone on theNarrow Escape in 5 ATC.
Late in 5 ATC, a young Twi'lek stows away on the Narrow Escape; Aydrien helps her escape, and the two become close friends. That Twi'lek, first known as 'Alema', would become Qora Seelund.
Late in 6 ATC, Aydrien and 'Alema' salvage the wreck of Green Obtuse, a Gree starship, on the edge of Wild Space.
Aydrien returns to Corellia at the end of 6 ATC to get 'Alema' medical and psychological help. The Family is reunited.
Events of 8 ATC: Qora is adopted into the Seelund Family. Aydrien becomes the Pahrino as Wilma steps down.
Events of 10 ATC: Aurhia Seelund is discovered alive and well on Tython; plans are made to help her escape the Jedi Order. Project Museon is begun as the suggestion of Tigre Petrov.
I _just_ stepped in the door. I may be slightly late for rp night b/c I have to figure out dinner still first. If I'm not on at 10, go ahead and start preparing for the truck switch and figuring out the distraction. I'll be on as quickly as I can.
For the Thursday RP night, if I'm not there, go ahead and get together either to RP or to do some runs to make credits toward the Tatooine stronghold. I start a new position today and I'm not sure yet what time I'll be home in the evenings.