The "Oh noes! Oh noes! Everybody sick,"
Ewwiekewwieikkie said to herself, as she began making a
platter of medicine in the kitchen. Rather than call
Doctor Tohan or Bailo, she had taken it upon herself to
play nurse.She had made sandwiches piled high, cupcakes,
and overly sweet beverages. She brought a bag of sugar
also, because in her mind that made for the best
medicine. As she moved through the ground level of the
estate the bantha that was living in the living room
began to move towards the food to investigate. "No,
sorbet. You no sick. This no for you," she said, as she
cut her yellow eyes in the direction of the bantha. She
hurried up the stairs, but got about a halfway up when
she tripped, and everything went flying. "No. Look what
you did, Sorbet," she said, as she watched the food go
flying. Grumbling, she climbed up the stairs and began
trying to put everything back together. Unfortunately,
the result was cupcake sandwiches. She staggered
forward, entering the master bedroom where Sierra and
Melickielickie were in bed. "I cure you," she said, as
she waddled over towards the bed, and dumped the tray in
front of them. She took her spoon, shoved it into the
bag of sugar, and then began trying to stick it into
Sierra's mouth. "Ugh. Open! Open!" she said, as she
pressed it against her mouth repeatedly.
Sierra could *not* believe she had gotten sick. Upon
waking up, she realized she felt as cold as if she was
nude on the planet Hoth. Her nose was running.
*Everywhere* felt achy. What seemed like a strike back
from morning sickness, soon became clear to her as the
flu. At first, she attempted to hide it. She dressed in
her uniform and prepared to go to work. The only problem
was that once she was dressed, she decided to hide in
her winter coat which gave away her fever. Needless to
say, she was banned from the Retributor. It wasn't
*just* Sierra who was sick either. The poor little
Melickielickie had the same symptoms going on. They were
both confined to the bedroom where Sierra was supposed
to 'relax' and 'take it easy'. These were words that
Siera didn't understand. She lay in bed with one arm
wrapped around Melickielickie. The other held a datapad
in which she was attempting to work remotely from. When
Ewwiekewwieikkie entered the room carrying a tray of...
Cupwich cakes, Sierra set down her datapad and smiled.
"Aw, thank you, Ewwiekewwieikkie...ugh!!" The Squib
attempted to shove a whole bag of sugar into her mouth,
which surely was *not* going to cure her. "No, no, no!
Not the whole bag!"
Melickielickie's ears were drooped. The little Squib
peered out from underneath the blankets at her sister.
"Sissy. Me no feel good..." Her ears began to perk. She
couldn't smell the sweets through her stuff nose, but
she could certainly see them. "Eee! Hungee! Hungee!" She
reached out towards the tray, grabbing a cupwich cake
and beginning to devour it. "Nom. Nom. Nom...*achooo*!"
She sneezed, covering the blankets with a mixture of
snot, saliva, and half-chewed food.
"Ugh. SiSi. You need this," Ewwiekewwieikkie said, as
she again tried to press the spoon into Sierra's mouth.
"Open! Open!" she said, when suddenly Melickielickie
appeared from under the blankets, startling her. "Eeeeee!"
she squealed, causing her to lose a grip on the spoon,
which caused the crystals of sugar to fly everywhere.
"Some of those sammiches for SiSi," she warned
Melickielickie, who was eating everything before Sierra
got any. "Being a doctor is hard," she declared, before
exhaling a deep, dramatic breath. "I need stick to hit
people with," she decided, after watching Doctor Tohan
hit her adoptive father in the head with his walking
stick every time he was a bad patient. "I'm not givin'
up!" she said, before sticking the spoon in the bag, and
trying to get Sierra to ingest it again. "We make
bargain. You eat sugar. You get better. Good bargain,
huh?" she said, with a big smile, as she flew the spoon
around like the TIE fighter, while making the engine
noises that scared her.
Sugar crystals rained down over the bed, over Sierra,
Melickielickie, Ewwiekewwieikkie... It was a mess.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was being so sweet in trying to take
care of her. As Sierra watched the TIE fighter spoon
come in for a landing inside of her mouth, Sierra
realized that she was going to have to eat it this time.
"D-Deal.." She idly wondered if the child within her
womb could get a sugar high. If so, it was about to
happen. Sierra, reluctantly, opened her mouth and
allowed Ewwiekewwieikkie to spoon feed her sugar. "Mmm..
It's very good." It took everything in her to swallow
the sugar without looking sickened by it. "You made
sandwiches too?" Sierra asked, hoping that if she
occupied her mouth with something else that she wouldn't
be forced to digest more sugar. She took one of the
half-eaten sandwiches from the tray. She could visibly
see pieces of Sorbet's hair in it. She took a bite. The
combination of sandwich and cupcake wasn't bad, but
Sierra was certain it'd been dropped on the ground at
one, or many, points in time. "Did you make these,
Ewwiekewwieikkie? They taste good!"
Melickielickie crept back underneath the blankets to
cuddle her mother. "It's okie, mommee. You be all better
when daddeee gets home." The little Squib crept out of
bed and dashed out of her parent's bedroom. When she
returned, she was holding a packet of stickers. She
knelt in front of Sierra in bed, placing stickers all
over here. "I make you better too!"
"Yay! Yay! You did it! All better?" Ewwiekewwieikkie
asked, thinking that she had instantly cured her adopted
stepmother. "Well. I made sammiches *and* cupcakes," she
informed her, as she folded her arms in front of her
chest and pouted like the rest of her family. "But ...
but I fell," she said, before grumbling and muttering to
herself. "You can be the nurse," she informed,
Melickielickie as she watched her put stickers on
Sierra. "I wish I was sick so I could have stickers,"
she told no one in particular, as her eyes went wide
with awe at the sight of them. She was trembling with
excitement, but knew that Sierra needed them more than
The little Squib began placing stickers on her
sister. "I give you some too! You fell. You okay now?"
Melickielickie placed a sticker on Sierra, then a
sticker on Ewwie and continued doing this over and over
Sierra had stickers on her face, arms, neck, and any
other exposed skin that Melickielickie could get at. She
couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a good nurse,
Ewwiekewwieikkie. I feel *much* better now that you're
here." The Squib cared about other people. It was
adorable and heartwarming. "Have you ever thought about
*actually* becoming a nurse, Ewwiekewwieikkie?" She
continued to eat the sammich because her adoptive
daughter had put so much effort into it. It may have
been littered with bantha fur, but it was filled with
love. "Maybe Doctor Tohan could help you become one.
That way you can help other people besides me."
"Hmm. Hmm," Ewwiekewwieikkie considered what Sierra
suggested, bringing her right paw up to her chin, while
tapping her left foot. "What the pay?" she asked, as she
seemingly entered contract negotiations with Sierra. "I
like him. He's silly. Would I get to hit daddy in the
head with a stick?" she asked, her mouth going wide, and
her tongue dangling from her mouth as she seemed much
more excited about that prospect than she should be.
Again she began to tremble, overcoming with excitement,
now that she had her very own stickers. "Yay!" she said,
suddenly forgetting all the talk of becoming a nurse and
focusing on the stickers Melickielickie put on her.
Suddenly there was a loud, shrill scream from outside
the house ... it was Drusilla. Believing the air in the
estate to be 'bad', she had taken her baby brother Bruce
for a walk outside. Unfortunately, as she neared the
duck pond all of the ducks began quacking loudly and
moving towards her. "No! Stop! Go away!" she shouted,
before finding herself surrounded by the ducks, who were
making noises, and flapping their wings. "No!" she
shouted, as she began back into the estate. Once she
found out the geese were not laying golden eggs she had
zero interest in them, and therefore had forgotten they
were there. When she got inside and sealed the door she
felt relief, closing her eyes, and exhaling a deep
breath. But then suddenly she felt something nuzzling
her butt. "I beg your pardon!" she squealed, but when
she turned around she saw it was the bantha, Sorbet.
"Ugh!" she yelled, in a fit, and began moving towards
the stairs. As she passed Sierra's in the master bedroom
she muttered about living in a zoo.
"You'd get paid in credits, Ewwiekewwieikkie... You
can take your credits and buy as many spoons and other
shiny objects as you want." Sierra explained with a
chuckle. "Uhhh, I think you have to be a nurse for a
really long time before you can start hitting daddy in
the head with a stick." After Pilaq had confirmed her
second pregnancy, it seemed Claudius was keeping his
distance. The old Ithorian would probably beat him silly
the next time they saw each other. The sound of
Drusilla's screaming had Sierra out of bed in half a
second. She entered overprotective mother mode, assuming
that *something* or *someone* was outside. "Ughhh..."
The overprotective mode didn't last long. She still felt
sick and exhausted. She was relieved to see Drusilla and
Bruce coming up the stairs. Her comments made Sierra
assume that Bruce was using his power again to draw in
the animals. "You should see the lakehouse..." She
mumbled, thinking of the felinx that she had taken in
which was currently hiding somewhere in the estate. She
had just settled in bed when the doorbell rang. "Ohno.."
Sierra thought of all the stairs she needed to conquer
to reach the door. There were far too many. "Ewwiekewwiekkie...
Can you see who is at the door?" Sierra prayed that
Pilaq was here. She couldn't take anymore spoonfuls of
What awaited outside the estate's door was the very same
Rainbow Rancor mechanical beast that Ewwiekewwieikkie
had hugged at Auntie Maeland. Attached around its neck
was a letter from Prince Pollix thanking Sierra and
Claudius for allowing him to date their daughter.
"SiSi, what's a lakehouse?" Ewwiekewwieikkie asked,
while she was busy considering the question of nursing.
"Why pay credits? They just give me shinies and I give
everyone sugar to make them better!" she said, putting
forth her grand bargain. In her mind it was a very fair
trade indeed. Although she possessed a child's
enthusiasm and excitement, she was in fact in her
late-20s. At some point she would need a job or
something to do with her life. She yelped when she heard
the scream, worried that the ducks would leave. "Oh no
no no!" she said, as she hopped up and down excitedly.
"Okay. I go to door," she said, as she scrambled out of
the room, down the stairs, and past the bantha to open
the door. She gasped when she saw it, wrapping her arms
around it, and clinging to it for dear life. "Oh wowie
wow! Is mine!" She began dragging it into the estate,
but it was much heavier than she remembered. Finally she
got it inside, but not before some of the ducks managed
to get inside to search for Bruce. She collapsed to the
floor, panting, and leaned up against her statue. The
letter fell off it, hitting her in the head, and causing
her to cry out in pain. "Ouchies!" she said, as she took
hold of the letter. "This no for me..." she grumbled,
before climbing the stairs with a parade of ducks.
Moving back into the bedroom she handed Sierra a letter.
"Rainbow Rancor is here! I think is mine! Is mine?" she
asker Sierra, waiting for her to read the letter.
The lakehouse was paradise for mommy and daddy ... so
Sierra didn't answer that question. Thankfully, the door
was enough of a distraction to send her adoptive Squib
daughter off to check it out. Realistically, Sierra
thought Ewwiekewwieikkie would make for a very good
nurse. She would have to talk to Doctor Tohan and Doctor
Bailo about Ewwiekewwieikkie lending a hand. As much as
neither she, nor Claudius, liked to admit it, the girls
*were* getting older. If something happened and the
Empire lost the war, she wanted to make sure Drusilla
and Ewwiekewwieikkie had something to fall back on.
There was a whole lot of ruckus downstairs before the
heavy steps of Ewwiekewwieikkie making her way back up
the stairs announced that she was coming back. "What was
it..?" Sierra asked, spying several ducks waddling by
her bedroom door. She took the letter from her adoptive
daughter, all the while growing more confused. "Rainbow
Rancor? Like, a *real* one?"
She looked down at the letter from Prince Pollix. She
began to cough. She didn't know that he had purchased
the statue from Auntie Maeland. "Your sister's boyfriend
has given us a gift." Sierra said, rising from the bed.
She pulled on her robe and slowly made her way
downstairs. Instead of spotting the Rancor, she first
spotted Prince Pollix making his way out from inside of
it. "Yes, the Rainbow Rancor is yours,
Ewwiekewwieikkie..." She glared at Prince Pollix.
"You're lucky my husband isn't here. I'd have him throw
you out by your ears."
Prince Pollix knew he landed himself in hot water
with his girlfriend's family. He was trying his best to
patch up the broken relationship with them. He had
decided to sneak into the estate, since the
Stormtroopers were shown pictures of him and told to
place him in a holding stall if he dared show up
uninvited. Brushing off the front of his trousers, he
smiled at Sierra. "Milady," he sputtered nervously. "I
have come to see my P-Princess!" He declared, growing
more visibly nervous with each word.
There was another, more shrill scream from upstairs.
Once again, of course, it was Drusilla. "They're in the
house! How did they..?" she paused, but then took a
moment and realized there was only way this could have
happened. "Ewwiekewwieikkie!" she screamed, and quickly
came out of her room, still cradling Bruce, and began
descending the stairs followed by a parade of ducks.
"Oh, your royal highness," she began, blushing slightly
with embarrassment. She raised her hand to check her
hair to make sure it was perfectly coiffed, and then
smiled to the man. "Allow me to present to you my
brother, Lord Bruce Rodney," she said, as she moved
closer to him, before the ducks started quacking again.
The bantha was of course there too, snorting, and
breathing heavier than usual. "I'm taking care of her
while mama is sick," she explained, keeping her
distance, for her sake, and the child's. "Oh you brought
such a wonderful present for my sister," she said, as
she watched Ewwiekewwieikkie begin to hug it, while
happily smiling and drooling. She wanted to say 'ick',
but because she was in the presence of royalty she put
on her diplomatic face. The House of Rodney hereditary
pout was beneath the surface, desperately trying to be
Another scream!? Sierra, ever the control freak, was
having some difficulty allowing Drusilla to take care of
Bruce. It wasn't for a lack of trust...Sierra actually
trusted Dru with the boy completely. It was that Sierra
worried constantly. "Are you okay?! Is Bruce okay!?" She
looked up at her youngest stepdaughter. Three ducks came
waddling down the stairs after her and Bruce. Sierra dug
her hand into her robe to find her comm. She realized
she couldn't handle everything by herself. Even nurse
Ewwiekewwieikkie wasn't enough help. "El-Nay," Sierra
spoke, sounding exhausted. "There are ducks in the house
and a Prince I didn't invite.. Can you hel-..!" She
A wide grin spread over Prince Pollix's silly face.
"Lady Drusilla," he said, stepping forward to look at
the infant in her arms. "You are so kind hearted,
milady." He said in awe. "Your brother is so small.."
Pollix was an only child. His parents had been pleased
to find a heir to the throne in their first child and
none had followed. Bruce seemed to be happy. He reached
for Pollix, but when the Prince offered him a finger,
Bruce shoved it in his mouth and began to aggressively
gnaw on it with his gums. Pollix chuckled nervously. "I
saw the picture your mother had of Ewwiekewwieikkie and
this rancor. I thought it would make a fitting gift for
my Princess' family." He explained. "Might I take you
and Lord Bruce out for the afternoon?"
El-Nay Darr was walking the perimeter of the Rodney
estate, trying to get out of the prying eyes of the
Stormtrooper security detachment so she could sneak a
cigarra unseen when she heard the frantic cry from
Sierra. She did not understand it was a sneeze, and
assumed the transmission was abruptly cut off. "I'm
coming, milady," she replied in a panic, as she braced
herself before activating the JT-12 jetpack strapped to
her back. A moment later she blasted off the surface and
began heading straight for the estate. She crashed right
through the front window in a controlled frenzy, and
when she landed, she performed a combat roll upon the
floor. Using Sorbet the bantha for cover, she quickly
raised her old DT-59 heavy blaster pistol at Prince
Pollix. "Step away!" she ordered, from beneath her
orange Mandalorian helmet with its distinct T-shaped
visor. She was quite the professional when the helmet
was on. However, through the broken window all of the
ducks had now managed to find a way to get inside.
With Sierra not feeling well, she didn't overhear
Prince Pollix attempting to take her stepdaughter away.
All Sierra heard was the sound of smashing glass as the
orange-armored Mandalorian broke into the house ...
along with a herd of ducks. Sierra stared with her mouth
wide open. Now the window would need repaired and there
was *no* way the ducks were going to leave. Sierra
thought she might need to hide in the lakehouse just to
get a nap in.
Prince Pollix let out a high-pitched girl scream. He
knew about Sierra Rodney's body guards for he had
crossed paths with them before while trying to sneak in
to see Drusilla. He placed both of his hands in the air.
He slowly inched away from his Princess and the child.
"I miss Drusilla!" He whined. "Two dates a week isn't
enough!" He complained at Sierra. He continued to near
the front door. "I'll replace you window." He said,
pointing towards it. "I'll make my family pay back the
credits from the lawsuit!" He continued to sputter.
Sierra crossed her arms over her chest. "Fix my front
window *immediately* and you might get an extra date. In
the estate where El-Nay can see you. If you dare touch
my daughter, I will allow my friend to torch you to
death." Sierra threatened. She made her way over to
El-Nay, grasping her by the shoulder. "Ugh..
Ewwiekewwieikkie has been playing nurse. I ate spoonfuls
of sugar... Please help me." She whispered.
Ewwiekewwieikkie began clapping when El-Nay came
crashing through the window. It had happened before, so
she was not scared at all. "Again! Again!" she begged,
as she continued clapping, with a big grin, while moving
her feet up and down excitedly. "The ducks!?" she asked,
curiously, as she watched them all swarm Drusilla and
Bruce. "Go away from my Dru and Bru!" she squealed, as
she tried to shoo the ducks frantically. She moved
forward, trying to shoo the ducks away, but they were
drawn to Bruce like she was drawn to sweets. That is
when she had an idea. Her little feet moved faster than
her body and she scrambled to the kitchen in a frenzy.
There was some commotion, the sound of pots falling, and
finally a cheer. When she returned she had the last of
Sierra's pudding. "Here's your food ducks!" she said, as
she dumped all of the pudding on the floor. Hopefully
they would leave her family alone now.
El-Nay turned her attention to Sierra, as she rose up
from behind the bantha, who was heading over to the pile
of pudding. "You know..." she said, as a grin formed on
her young face beneath her helmet. "This stuff is older
than I am. It malfunctions all the time..." she
continued, sounding quite mischievous. "I *could
accidentally* flame him," she said, before snickering
softly. "Just wink if you want him fried," she said,
watching Sierra carefully for the hope that she would be
empowered to inflame.
"Did you hear that? One more date!" Drusilla said to
Pollix excitedly, as she moved away from the stampede of
animals that were filling her estate. "Me and my brother
will supervise," she declared, as she took a seat in the
most comfortable chair in the living room. She carefully
held Bruce while adjusting him so he could watch Pollix
work on the window. "When you're older I'll have loads
for you to do as well," she informed him, as she began
full Princess mode. She raised her feet up and relaxed,
feeling as if she was the only *normal* one in the
It seemed undeniable at this point. Bruce was drawing
in the animals. Sierra thought that it was an offshoot
of what he was, though she couldn't exactly travel to
Mustafar and ask Lord Vader if he had ever had a duck
problem. Somehow, that seemed like a good reason for him
to force choke Sierra. Instead, like Ewwiekewwieikkie,
she tried to shoo the ducks away from her son while not
getting close enough to potentially make him and Dru
sick. "It wouldn't be fair of me to allow you to flame
him without Claudius present... Unless we can broadcast
it live to him at work?" She smiled softly at El-Nay.
She hoped her husband's day was less chaotic than her
own. If nothing else, his office wasn't full of ducks.
"I've got to watch that video of Claudius punching him
again.." Her eyes lit up. It seemed, momentarily, that
she was feeling better. She pointed a finger at Pollix,
who had never worked a day in his life and was not
tasked with replacing a window. "If it isn't completed
properly, then there will be no date! I will have El-Nay
escort you off the property and she can do whatever she
wants to you after that."
Seated on his sister's lap, Bruce began to laugh
loudly at everything that was going on. His baby giggles
were adorable. He reached out to his sister happily.
Meanwhile, the mean side Sierra showed Pollix melted.
She wished she could cuddle her son, but the thought of
making him sick stopped her.
Claudius Rodney knew his wife was sick. Being sick
under are circumstances was never a good thing, but
being sick in a house with a baby, two Squibs, *and* a
bantha was something else entirely. Cutting his meetings
short he had Lieutenant Anson pilot him down to the
surface so he could check in on her, and perhaps relieve
her of some of the responsibilities of a parent that
never went away, even when sick. As he approached the
estate and saw the broken window immediately he knew
something was wrong, causing him to quicken his pace,
but nothing prepared him for what he was about to see.
Drusilla had Bruce while lounging, Ewwiekewwieikkie was
hugging the statue of the Rainbow Rancor from Auntie
Maeland, there was pudding all over the floor being
eaten by a flock of wild ducks, Sierra was not in bed,
El-Nay was armed and dangerous, and lastly, and perhaps
most annoyingly, Prince Pollix of Onderon was there.
"Honey, I'm home," Claudius said, deliriously, before
collapsing onto the nearest chair.