had returned to the Rodney estate on Esseles having
collected virtually all the pudding in New Calamar.
A few grocers were worse for wear, but she need not
include that in her report to Sierra. She took every
task placed in front of her serious, whether it to
be an assassination, bodyguard duty, or grocery
shopping. Her mission was clear ... protect the
pudding from Ewwikewwieikkie long enough for Sierra
to get her fair share. As she stood in the living
kitchen of the Rodney estate, she was doing
everything within her limited ability to keep the
pudding safe. She was not sure what it was about
Sierra and the pudding, but she was determined to
make sure it got to the right woman.
It was Sierra
Rodney's last day playing it chill at home. She was
looking forward to returning to work and reuniting
the dream team; her and Claudius, of course. She
decided to ask El-Nay to go get her pudding. The
dream last night had been enough to send her
pregnancy craving into desperate mode. As soon as
El-Nay had left, Sierra took a nap inside of her
room to catch up on missed sleepy. When she awoke,
she truly was in a better mood. With her tummy
rumbling, Sierra made her way downstairs to see if
El-Nay had returned from her first task. As she
reached the lower floor, she spotted the Mandalorian.
"Pudding..?" She asked, sounding more like
Ewwiekewwieikkie than herself. "Um. Er. How was it?
How are *you*?" She made her way to the fridge,
which she found promptly packed with pudding. The
expression of sheer joy that came across Sierra's
face was amazing. "Pudding!" She squeed.
That is what you asked for, isn't it?" El-Nay asked,
wanting to make sure she had terrorized the grocers
for the right dessert. "It was fine. There are a few
grocers who won't be keen on seeing me again, but I
got the pudding," she told her, with a firm nod of
her head from beneath her helmet. "I'm fine too.
Anything better is just sitting around the Void,"
she told her, as she backed away from the pudding to
allow Sierra to ransack it without interference.The
last thing she wanted was to interfere with a
pregnant woman and her cravings.
you. I swear, pregnancy is so weird. One minute, you
don't want to eat anything. The next, you'd kill for
pudding." She explained to El-Nay as she grabbed up
a pudding cup and a spoon from the cupboard. She
immediately dug in. The first scoop finished
humanizing her. "Want one?" Sierra wondered to what
measures her friend had gone to retrieve the
pudding. Regardless, Sierra was happy. "It stays
pretty busy around here with Ewwiekewwieikkie and
Drusilla. Claudius just bought me a lakehouse to
give me a place of peace and quiet occasionally."
She laughed, heading towards the kitchen table where
she sat in one of the chairs. "Hey. I had something
really personal I wanted to talk to you about. Given
what you've told me, I thought you might
her hands to the side of her hemet, removing it from
her head and place it aside.The young girl that was
hidden beneath was not one that people would expect
a Mandalorian to look like, but she spent a great
amount of time laboring over her appearance. "I
don't expect to ever get pregnant, but I expect that
you are correct, milady," she said, politely, with a
kind and affectionate smile. "No thank you, milady,"
she said, declining the pudding, as she focused her
full attention on her protectee. "What is it you
wish to talk to me about?" she pressed, sounding
quite proud at the thought of being chosen to hear
such information. She wanted so much to be someone
that Sierra could confide in.
proud mother, darted up from her seat only an
instant after she'd sat down. "Hang on," she said,
darting off toward the living room to locate her
datapad in the cushions of the couch. She returned
to the kitchen, sitting once more. She turned the
datapad towards El-Nay so she could see the latest
ultrasound picture of her son. "Look, that's him!
That's my Bruce!" Sierra was avoiding opening up the
oh-so-personal topic that had been bothering her.
"You know, I didn't really expect it either. I had
convinced myself that good men didn't exist. What a
fool I am, huh? Life is so unpredictable." She said,
sitting back. Sierra decided to dive into the
subject that was weighing in on her mind. "If you
had a chance to execute your father for being
horrible to you, would you do it?"
looked at the image of Claudius and Sierra's unborn
son she felt a tug at her heartstrings. She had
given up on the idea of becoming a mother herself,
but now what her relationship with Kerrie was in
shambles he knew not what the future held for her. "Th-that's
inside you now?" she asked her, as her eyes moved
from the image to Sierra's stomach. The miracle of
life was not one that she could completely
comprehend, but she had pledged her life to
protecting the unborn child in Sierra's womb. "My
father is a true Mandalorian. I could not hope to
execute him if I had the full might of the Empire
behind him. He is all that I ... that any
Mandalorine ... aspires to be," she revealed,
without too much insight on her complicated
relationship with her estranged father.
isn't it?" She was halfway through. In another
twenty weeks, she could hope to deliver a healthy
baby boy. The day would be momentous for both her
and her husband, who had been waiting much longer
than four months to meet Bruce Rodney. The
conversation became serious, yet Sierra continued to
eat her pudding. She listened to El-Nay, realizing
that the situation was different. She nodded her
head slowly. "I... I've found myself in a
predicament involving family." Sierra rested her
spoon in her pudding. "In order for you not to judge
me, I need to inform you of what I came from. House
of Dakkar was a big deal on Alderaan. My father was
an influential man...extremely important. He wasn't
very involved in my life either. There were a lot of
rumors circulating about me not being his daughter
by blood." She rested her hand on her stomach. Bruce
had awoken to join in this conversation. "My
mother... Rikka Dakkar... is a horrible person. Even
that Cathar has nothing on her. I cannot fully
express to you the kind of abuse I endured
throughout my life at her hands. This woman
destroyed my body and stole every shred of
confidence I had." Sierra stopped talking. The
sensitivity of this topic made her feel exposed.
listened as Sierra essentially told her that she was
'kind of a big deal'. As the story continued she
learned that they had similar relationships with
their fathers, but she was not the kind of person
who interrupted stories to make things about her, so
she decided not to share that with her yet. As she
listened to her talk about her mother she realized
that is where their paths separated, as she had a
much better relationship with her mother. "You want
I should kill her?" she asked, before raising the
wrist gauntlet that had the missile launcher on it.
It was her go to answer for everything, but despite
the smirk upon her face she was decidedly serious.
"I am sorry for your hardships, milady, but despite
them you seem to have achieved much in life," she
complimented her, as she watched the woman eat as
much pudding as her adopted Squib daughter.
on her pudding as El-Nay mentioned killing her
mother. That was where this conversation was
leading...to kill or not to kill. Regaining
composure, Sierra laughed. "That would certainly
earn you some points with the husband..." El-Nay was
kind. Despite her difficult situation, she had sweet
words for Sierra. She made her blush and become
bashful. "Oh, uh, thank you." She gave Claudius
credit for pulling her out of a very deep pit of
despair. "There's more to the story, sadly. I was
under the impression she'd died after Alderaan was
destroyed. I was foolish...and wrong. She comes
bleeding into my life occasionally. She even came to
Marcus and Zara's baby shower just to gift me with
the whip she once used on..." *Me*. While she didn't
say the word, the implication was there.
walked in on that situation. You can only imagine
what happened after that. Despite what he did...she
came back. Over and over again she comes back."
Sierra's fist met with the table softly. "She came
to Esseles the other day. Needless to say, she
immediately started trouble and Claudius had her
arrested. The idea of having her executed has been
weighing on my mind. I know he'll support my
decision... I can't help thinking that this will
never end until she's actually dead." She sighed.
"What would you do?"
"If I earned
points with him then I'd still only be at negative
1,000," El-Nay said, with a smirk, as her hand
instinctively moved to rub the side of her head.
That shameful beating was not one she would soon
forget. "She whipped you? With like an actual whip?"
she asked, sounding aghast, as her mouth hung open
at the shock of it all. "And I thought Mandalorian
parents were harsh," she said, as she continued to
bond with her protectee. "She's like a monster from
a HoloNet slasher," she said, quite impressed with
her mother's persistence. "Execute her. Definitely.
I mean isn't that why you joined the ISB ... to
execute people?" she asked, with a snort and a
smirk. "It feels like all we do is execute people
for the ISB at the Void," she revealed, which she
oughtn't had done, but she was never one who
censored herself or kept secrets well.
Well, at least El-Nay understood where she stood
with the Mister. "Yes, yes. An actual whip. With all
sorts of thorns and painful things on it. We had a
bacta tank in the basement. She'd go to the point
when I couldn't take anymore.." Sierra's eyes
widened. She shivered. "She implied that I should
use the weapon on my son." Her voice fell cold as
she thought about it. Together, they'd bonded.
Sierra felt, for the most part, comfortable about
bringing this stuff up with El-Nay. She didn't have
a picture perfect at-home life. "You're not kidding.
The only problem is that we're on like the twentieth
sequel to the HoloNet slasher and it's just gotten
with the execution, and, honestly, so did Sierra.
She needed to see a definitive end to the abuse.
Otherwise, she would spend her years keeping Bruce
and her girls away from Rikka. Sierra snickered.
"Yeah, I guess that is the only perk of being
involved in the ISB, huh? I've been seriously
thinking that it's what I want. I slept so much
better when I believed she was dead." Hm! El-Nay
revealed information that wasn't particularly
surprising. Arden Zevrin was busy lately. She let
out another sigh, deflating in her seat. "I'm sure.
Colonel Zevrin is out of control. Did I mention
another one of those damn concerts is coming up?"
that unlike on the HoloNet once you kill someone you
can't bring them back," El-Nay reminded her, not
thinking Sierra the murdering kind. "Another
concert?!" she said, remembering how the last one
had nearly taken her life. "Do you think maybe I
could wear my armor instead of a dress at this next
one?" she asked, the pain of the blaster bolt she
took still with her. She had suffered a great deal
lately, but it had not shaken her loyalty and
dedication to protecting Sierra. "But seriously ...
you should think about what to do. Once you make a
decision it can't be undone," she said, as she
reached across the kitchen island to place her hand
upon Sierra's hand.
She was right.
This decision would be a permanent one. Sierra
needed more time to consider it. "Yes. I want you to
wear your armor. I'll carry a weapon as well. There
are five concerts left and they are bound to go as
badly as the first. I won't allow myself to be
killed by that damn woman. It's time to take
necessary precautions." She wouldn't let El-Nay get
hurt seriously again. She appreciated that the
woman's loyalty was unwavering despite what had
happened at the concert as well as between El-Nay
and Claudius. He was only trying to protect Sierra.
She squeezed the Mandalorian's hand. "Thank you ...
and, thank you for listening to me." In her eyes,
Jelena was slowly being replaced with a new best