was over gallivanting all over the galaxy for today.
She couldn't wait for today to end...and a new day
to begin. She had contacted Marcus via comlink to
let him know that she was going to need his help
after all. He'd been upset that she hadn't called
for him previously. Now she was placing her, and
Bruce's life in his hands. She worried herself all
the way to Delaya, where, he informed her, the
Ithorian herdship had moved. She had *no* idea how
he and his wife made that happen short of stealing
the ship. Had they stole it? Sierra was bound to
find out as soon as she landed the Kom'rk class
fighter. She had to admit, after getting to know the
old ship, it wasn't so bad.
And so, she
found herself back on Jubilee sitting on the ramp
waiting for Marcus to come to her. She had changed
into an environmental suit with the intention of
placing her armor on when they landed on the planet.
She was fumbling with her comlink in her hands. She
didn't like sneaking around...yet she found herself
doing it again. After what had happened last time,
she couldn't risk letting Claudius know what she was
up to until it was all over. She sighed, running her
fingers through her short hair. She hoped she'd make
it home in time to have a nice, lonnggg bath with
her husband. She also hoped there was still pudding
It had been a
whirlwind of a month for Marcus Rodney. On the heels
of his father's murder his home planet of Delaya had
fallen under Imperial occupation, his people had
been decimated by the Empire prompting his mother's
suicide and his family's evacuation. Just as he was
catching his breath on Ithor he found himself
ascending to the title of Duke of Delaya, but before
he could even get started his sister-in-law was
enlisting his aid in rescuing a Rebel commander.
There was to be no rest for *Duke* Marcus Rodney,
and as he changed into his Nerf Herder armor he bid
his *very* pregnant wife a teary goodbye.
Reluctantly she had supported his decision, as she
found herself literally swarmed with the children of
the herd who had come to view her as a celebrity due
to her face plastered on the ice cream contained
that had infected their home like a virulent plague.
As he walked out onto the hangar of the Jubilee he
spotted Sierra, but looking past her she spotted
El-Nay's old Mandalorian fighter. "You came in
that?!" he exclaimed, in disbelief, genuinely amazed
it had held together as long as it had.
becoming impatient. Her fingers tapped a melody on
her knee. If he didn't show up soon, then she was
going to leave without him... Except not. She
*needed* his help to face whatever came next. As the
Duke of Delaya arrived on the scene, Sierra lifted
her head and stood. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Shhh!
This ship is more hormonal than your wife! Do you
know how much sweet talking it took to get it off
the ground in Esseles? Why does El-Nay still use
this hunk of junk?" It was so weird working with
Marcus. She was still trying to get over the fact
that he was more than just a noble punk. He could
use a blaster! As she headed into the ship, she
began to talk. "Gez, you've got an outfit and
everything. How long have you been running around,
Nerf Herder?" Sierra sat down in the cockpit. "Thank
El-Nay's big mouth for that. You're lucky that I've
kept Claudius' interest at bay." She patted the ship
softly and began to coo at it. "It's almost over, I
promise." She referred to the ship.
is many things ... most bad ... but she is a
passionate devotee of her people's once great
legacy," Marcus replied to Sierra, concerning the
ship, as he slowly walked around the ship to ensure
it was shipshape. He did not want to die in a ship
accident just over two weeks away from the birth of
his twins. "Does my brother know?" he asked, when
she called him by his nom de guerre, slightly
grimacing below his help. Her answer pleased him and
there was some relief in him at the knowledge that
the family secret only extended to in-laws. "So
we've got to get the bastard's wife out of some
dungeon?" he asked her, simply, as there always
seemed to be a crisis going on amongst his direct
and indirect relations. As he took a step up the
ramp of the fighter he heard the metal creek, and he
stopped, waiting for it to give way beneath him.
Fortunately, it held, and he soon found himself on
the tired, old starfighter. "Where do we start
looking?" he asked her, as he settled into the
preparation for take off. When it came to this ship,
prep work took a little longer. The ship made all
sorts of noises. Some were more worrisome than the
others. "Yes, that she is..." She thought of
El-Nay's orange Mandalorian armor. Even though it
made her a very distinct bounty hunter, she
continued to bear those colors. Claudius didn't know
... *yet*. He hadn't cornered her at the right
moment. She didn't know what she'd do the next time
that conversation came up.
"Yes. I should
have saved her from the castle while I was there
getting Jelena." Sierra grumbled. "The woman was
filmed pointing me out as a Rebel sympathizer, so I
was trying to avoid all contact with her. Instead, I
traveled to a Rebel camp today *and* I get to face
off against my favorite person in the world." The
tone of her voice said that she wasn't amused.
Governor Arundel was serious business. "I reviewed
some of the goings-on in Delaya. There was recently
a new Imperial base added. I thought it to be a good
place to start at. Besides that, all I have is
footage of Governor Arundel taking her from where he
was holding her at the castle." With a loud moan,
the ship launched forward.
understand," Marcus said, as he monitored the power
flow from his seat ... cautiously. "You're a
Commander in the Imperial Security Bureau. Claudius
is a Grand Moff. Can't either one of you just order
her release?" he asked, simply, as he did not
understand the confusing hierarchy of the Empire.
"Where'd you get that suit of armor? Off a corpse?"
he asked her, smirking beneath his helmet. As they
descended towards the surface of the planet he
realized this was the first real opportunity he had
to talk to his brother's wife. "Thanks for
abdicating. I'm up to my neck in bureaucracy
already," he complained, never ceasing his
bellyaching the entire flight.
She paid more
attention to piloting this ship. She didn't know
this ship like the Kwai ... and it flew nothing like
the trusty family bus. At least the ride into Delaya
was relatively short. Sierra snorted. "Order the
release of a Rebel? I think you hear how crazy that
sounds. Thanks to Commander Xergo, there's an arrest
warrant out for me. Knowing the current situation
with Claudius, he's in the Imperial dog house too."
She looked at him. "Is that what that smell is? Damn
it! Kerrie and El-Nay re-gifted me." She huffed. The
ship began to shake as they headed in for a landing.
Sierra laughed at Marcus' whining while wondering
how his wife survived. "You're welcome, Duke Marcus!
I cannot tell you how awkward coronation is. If
you're going to have a Rodney clumsy moment, perhaps
save it for afterwards." She snickered. She really
had never attempted to get to know Marcus. His
presence on the HoloNet wasn't exactly good.
Besides, she'd had her hands so full recently. She
came to land the ship in a quiet hangar where no one
would ask questions. She picked up her helmet and
set it on her head. "Oh gez, you gotta let me know
where you're getting your armor. This smell is
"I think those
women may have had a joke at your expense," Marcus
said, from beneath his helmet, smiling broadly at
her uncomfortable situation. "Well one thing's for
sure they'll smell you before they see you," he
said, as he moved his hand to adjust a switch as he
thought the reactor was getting too hot. "We are not
clumsy. I don't know how we got that reputation," he
bickered, going back and forth with his
sister-in-law. "Will you be attending the
coronation?" he asked, as the family seemed to have
scattered to the four corners of the galaxy. "One
thing I wanted to mention. I inspected the castle.
It's structurally sound, but there is some damage
due to your escapades," he said, rambling on about
things other than the mission. It was always his
nature *not* to overthink things. "...but it looks
like we've been looted. The family jewels are
completely gone," he bemoaned, shaking his head,
unaware that his niece had forced his other niece to
ingest them all for safekeeping.
She shook her
head. "I'll get them back..." Sierra snickered. It
had been the best option at the time. Maybe she'd
make the effort to try to get the smell of death out
of the armor. As she ship powered down, she remained
seated talking to her brother. "I'd like to. If you
can chase Governor Arundel off the planet, then the
whole family will be able to attend. No questions
asked." She thought of the castle and all the damage
she, El-Nay, and Kerrie had caused. . . but mostly
El-Nay! As to being looted, Sierra started laughing
in her helmet. "Oh no. We weren't looted. Look." She
reached into her utility belt where she pulled forth
a shiny red jewel. She handed to it to him. "The
lengths Drusilla will go to are astounding. During
the battle of Delaya, she was busily shoving
Ewwiekewwieikkie with every valuable she could find.
The poor girl vomited a sceptre. You don't want to
know where some of those other jewels are coming
from." She told him this after handing him a gem.
"I'll do what I can to see to it that the castle is
cleaned up. Before moving into the Duke's suite, it
is my suggestion that you burn everything. All of
Claudius and my clothing. The bed. Towels. You might
want to replace the tub. Governor Arundel was living
there before he left the castle." Finally, she rose.
"Are you ready for this?"
"Well you and
my brother didn't have any success chasing the
Governor off planet and you had Mandalorian
warriors, Clawdite assassins, and the Imperial
starfleet behind you ... all I've got is this rifle,
so I doubt I'll have more luck," Marcus said to her,
very bluntly. He had two children to care for, or
rather he would, and he could not risk missing their
childhood just to feud with an Imperial bureaucrat.
"Drusilla did *what*?!" he asked her, almost
screaming in shock. He could not believe it, but
then again it sounded like something she would do.
"Technically, that is my scepter now. You'll have it
cleaned and shipped by courier in time for my
coronation. Yes?" he asked, only half joking. He
rose beside her, raising his large Blast and Smash
rifle, with the grenade launcher underneath loaded
and ready. "I've been doing this my whole life. The
question is, are *you* ready?" he asked her, before
moving towards the ramp of the Mandalorian
catch him with his pants down...?" Sierra suggested
hopefully. It was not in her intentions to get her
brother-in-law killed. The pregnant slicer he had on
Jubilee would not take kindly to that news. If she
didn't kill Sierra on the spot, Sierra would live
the rest of her life in fear of Zara. She laughed
again as the conversation rolled back to Drusilla.
She punched him in the shoulder playfully. "Hey!
I'll send you that sceptre in whatever condition I
please. You have *people* to do those dirty jobs for
you. Do you know what I've seen helping out
Ewwiekewwieikkie in the bathroom!? The kind of
images that will haunt me until the day I die!" She
had her E-11 in addition to some handy dandy tools
on her utility belt. Hopefully the unlikely heroes
would come out ... not dead. Yeah, not dead would
do. She stood beside him, double checking the charge
on her E-11. "I'm as ready as I'm going to be. Come
on." She headed down the ramp and back into Leiliani.
It hurt to see it again, though she was glad that
Zara and Marcus were taking a proactive approach to
fix it all. She said nothing, walking in silence
towards the Imperial base. There were Stormtroopers
everywhere. Sierra let herself feel comfortable in
her suit of armor. She had no idea that Papius had
seen her and Claudius on the landing pad at Castle
the increase in security surrounding the base. "It's
safe to assume he's here." She reported to Marcus.
She disliked her lack of information. She worried
that they were about to fall into a trap all for the
idiotic Rebel Commander.
remembered the city in happier times before it
looked like something of a warzone. He and Zara had
talked about their plans to fix their world, but now
it seemed they would also have to rebuild it. As he
saw the Stormtroopers he could not help but harbor
some resentment towards Claudius and Sierra due to
their connection to the Empire. "Come on. Let's not
linger," he said, coldly, from beneath the privacy
of his helmet, as he began to move further through
the city and towards this new Imperial base that
Sierra had informed him about. "I hate to admit it,
but maybe we should have waited for Kerrie and
El-Nay," he suggested, as they rounded the corner
and spied a passing Imperial combat assault tank. He
exhaled a deep breath as he tilted his head up to
see the flight of TIE strikers. "I have a bad
feeling about this..." he warned her, before
continuing to press forward. In his mind he knew
that Claudius could no longer help this world ... he
would *need* Commander Xergo and the Rebellion to
city made even her feel resentment for being
involved in the Empire. There was no way to twist
the truth about what had happened on Delaya. She had
been there for every second of it. She didn't like
seeing planets destroyed. It inspired her to help
Claudius take control and run Arden Zevrin out. She
was responsible for things like this within the
planets in Claudius' sector. Sierra remained silent.
The closer they drew to the base, the worse the
situation looked. Even her gut feeling was driving
her away from this. Marcus continued to press
forward despite his feelings. She suddenly grabbed
his arm, pulling him off the main road into an
alleyway. "I'm not feeling any better about this
than you are. Maybe we should call for Kerrie and
El-Nay to help. Right now, our numbers are nothing
compared to theirs." Sierra feared Papius getting
his hands on her. She had a good idea of the things
he wanted to do to her. She didn't want to risk
Marcus like this. If they both died, they would
leave a river of tears behind. It hurt to think of
simply disappearing while on a mission Claudius
didn't even know about. How would he handle her
being *gone*...and Bruce too. She adjusted her armor
hold of her and dragged her into an alley suddenly
before they drew any unwanted Imperial attention.
"Sister, you are pregnant, and a novice," he said,
as he looked down at her from beneath his helmet. In
a bold gesture he moved his hands to the side of his
helmet and pulled it off so he could look at her
with his own eyes. "You don't need to be here. I
know you think you do, but I can get in there and
get her out without you. I've done things like this
a hundred times before," he explained to her, as the
look on his face grew more and more concerned. "I
could never forgive myself ... never look my brother
in the face again ... if anything were to happen to
you ... or the child you carry," he said to her,
desperately, almost rambling now. "Is there anything
I can say ... anything I can *do* ... to dissuade
you?" he asked, as he pulled the glove off his right
hand and moved it to grasp her, so that he could
touch her with his flesh instead of armor.
nearly so bold. Her helmet remained on, for the
probability of someone noticing her was intensely
high. She was a wanted ISB officer as well as the
ex-Duchess of the planet. She looked into his eyes.
His pleas reminded her of Kerrie trying to stop her
from entering Castle Rodney to save Jelena. Beneath
her helmet, her look became softer and softer. The
Rodney family was a lovely mystery. Rodneys were
kind folk who didn't want to see each other get
hurt. It made her prideful to be involved in such a
good family. She clutched his hand tightly. "You
don't need to be here either... I was worried about
calling for you help. Your wife...your children.
They *need* you. I fear something happening to you."
She sighed. "It has to be done." Her hand released
his. "And we have to do it together. If nothing
else, I have your back." She was scared. She felt
more scared now than ever before. Marcus was to be a
father soon. If that was taken from him... She
reached her hands to his helmet. "Put it on. Let's
get this over with. You've got a preggo to go home
to. I've got a husband who's probably losing his
mind without me." She offered him a small smile.
In a moment
the helmet was back upon his head, and the glove
back upon his hand, as he transformed himself from
brother-in-law to mercenary. He turned his head,
peering from the alley, until the Imperial tank had
moved on. "Now," he said, as he burst at his top
speed from the alley towards the perimeter face of
the rebuilt Imperial garrison. He got down next to
the fence as quickly as he could, before taking
cover beside it. There were guard towers above
shining spotlights through the city, but he was
gambling after the Rebel evacuation they would not
be nearly as cautious. From his belt he produced a
plasma cutter, setting to work on cutting a hole in
the fence big enough for himself and Sierra to crawl
through in single file. He had to make it larger
than usual because he did not notice how large her
behind was until seeing her in the armor. Once he
was through he unleashed his trio of seeker droids,
which set forth in every direction to search for the
captured Commander. "Now we wait," he said, as he
showed her the small monitor attached to his wrist
gauntlet. A 3D map of the compound was beginning to
form as the droids scanned the perimeter, and then
entered the garrison through the air ducts. "As long
as these bastards need oxygen there'll always be a
way in," he told her, being thankful they were not
up against some forgotten droid army.
quick, but she still had to work to keep up with
Marcus. They were driving into crazy land together
without any idea if they would ever get out. She
reached the fence, squatting down. She examined the
outside of the base, taking note of the guards.
After involving herself in more of these insane
missions, she felt relatively calm this time around.
She was ready to save the Commander and go home.
That had been the plan in a nutshell.
hole in the fence they went and into the great
unknown. She really was a novice. She had no idea
what she was doing here. Thankfully, she had
enlisted a lifelong bounty hunter. He proved to be
skillful as his seeker droids appeared. They
scampered off to collect data without his slicer
wife having to do any work. She had been worried
that they'd need Zara to make this happen. She had,
however, given Marcus a gift on his way out of the
Jubilee. Zara gifted him with a special device,
telling him that all he needed to do was attach it
to a computer then she could hack the base if he
needed her help. The pregnant woman couldn't come
with him, but she could still cause a wonderful
diversion if it was needed!
She looked at
his wrist gauntlet while the image formed. "Smart
thinking." Sierra complimented him, wondering if she
should invest in some seeker droids for future
missions. "Hm." She said. "This one is built much
like the other one. It appears the jail cells are
near the bottom of the structure." She said,
pointing it out on the monitor as the picture became
more detailed. "I've reviewed Governor Arundel's old
Imperial base several times." She told Marcus. She
wanted to see that man die. She wondered if there
was enough room for them to enter through the air
ducts and quietly crawl as close to the cells as
they could get.
level?" Marcus asked, as he began to redirect the
droids per her information. "That's down there. Did
you bring a shovel?" he asked her, as he began
measuring the distance from the top of the
ventilation shaft to the lower level where
presumably the detention block was. "I think we can
fit in the duct and shimmy down, but getting back
up..." he said, as he wished he could scratch his
head. "You didn't happen to grab El-Nay's jetpack,
did you?" he asked her, as now that they had their
way in he needed to plan their way out. This was not
going to be easy.
Papius Arundel was seated in his office atop the
central command tower of the rebuilt Imperial
garrison. With the Rebels seemingly gone, the
refugees the problem of someone in the outer rim,
and Claudius Rodney no longer Duke victory was
seemingly his. Unfortunately, that victory had been
spoiled with the conflict with Grand Moff Rodney and
he found himself still toiling as the Governor of a
mere planet rather than the Moff of a sector. His
one ticket to stardom now was in the hand of the
captured Rebel Commander, Iyah Xergo. She had been
remarkably silent since taking up residency in his
dungeon, but he was convinced that he would break
her. He needed Ashori to do one more thing for him
... bring him Callista. He was just about to contact
her when he received an obscure report that there a
flow problem in the ventilation shaft. "Why are you
bothering me with this you fools? Send it to
maintenance," he said, as he slammed his fist on the
comlink. He began cycling cameras and noticed there
was movement near the shaft. "Seal the base. Put
everything on lockdown!" he ordered.
loud siren began to emanate from the base and the
spotlights began searching the perimeter. It would
not be long before the hole he made would be
discovered. Grabbing the device his wife had given
him, he stood up and began to move. "Stay here. Wait
five minutes, and then beat it back to the ship. Do
not wait longer under any circumstances!" he said to
Sierra, in deadly serious tone. As he moved further
into the compound he saw a door open with an entire
company of Stormtroopers forming up to deploy. He
had not much time, he thought to himself, as he
moved towards the nearest service panel. "C'mon.
C'mon," he said to himself, as he pulled out the
tool needed to access it. It seemed to be taking
forever, although he was moving with the alacrity of
a pod racer technician mid-race. When he got the
cover off he attached Zara's device to the input,
and then moved to place the cover back on. This
would only work if no one realized it had been
tampered with. He began to move back towards Sierra
and the exit when the spotlights began to focus in
on him. Their E-web heavy repeating blasters began
to tear apart the ground in front of him, but he was
able to avoid most of the blasts by running in a
zigzag. Just as he neared Sierra he took a blast to
the back, that dropped him to the ground instantly.
As he felt the severity of the damage became
visible, eating through his armor and causing severe
burns upon his back. If there was spinal damage he
might never walk again. "Run!" he yelled to Sierra,
before his head slammed into the ground, rendering
Far above them
within the comfort of the Nerf Herder's cockpit,
Zara Rodney was busily preparing herself for what
could be the most difficult slicing venture of her
life...even harder than what she'd done to slip
information out of the Retributor. After spending
more than adequate time with the young Ithorians,
Zara had retreated to set up her little bat cave. As
soon as an indicator popped up that her device had
been placed, Zara got to work. "Hi honey!" She
barged into Marcus' mission through the microphone
in his helmet. "Gimme a sec." The sound of clickety
clacking as Zara typed away could be heard in the
background. She was focused on her job. This job now
included shutting down an Imperial garrison base. It
felt good to stick it to Papius for imprisoning her
and her husband. "Another minute. Hang on." The
tricky part was slipping in and out of a building's
main computer without anyone knowing. She couldn't
leave a digital footprint. Thankfully, that was
something she'd become well versed in during her
time as a slicer.
"I got it!"
She announced to Marcus, totally unaware that her
husband had been shot and now lay on the ground. He
was a sitting duck. "Marcus?" He hadn't responded to
her yet. She quickly gained eyes into the
structure...and outside of it. She screamed when she
saw that her husband had been injured. "*Marcus*!"
She spotted Sierra too, who she cared a lot less
about. As tears began to pool in her eyes, Zara took
the controls of her husband's ship and prepared for
lift off. She locked down the garrison base as much
as she could by changing the codes on every door
repeatedly every three minutes. As the ship took off
and blasted towards Delaya, Zara feared that
something terrible had happened. They'd both known
that this would be a dangerous mission...would this
one...this last one...take Marcus from her forever?
Her hands were shaking. She quickly made a comm call
to Pilaq, simply stating. "Send a stretcher and
doctors to the hangar. Something's happened."
On the ground,
Sierra shook her head. "No. She hasn't taught me how
to use that yet." It was irresponsible for the
pregnant woman to use a jetpack. This was looking to
be more and more difficult. "That's not going to
work then..." Sierra should have brought more people
to assist them. This place was a damn ant pile of
Stormtroopers. Despite the insight the droids were
feeding them, it wasn't enough to make a decision.
As the siren began to sound above them, Sierra
realized that they had been caught. The best move
was to withdraw...but Marcus opted to do something
else. She didn't understand what he was up to until
she saw him placing something in the service panel.
It looked like his slicer wife was about to work
weapon, Sierra watched Marcus as he darted towards
her. "Hurry!!" Time was running out rapidly.
Stormtroopers were spilling out into the nearby
area. It seemed like they might be able to get away
unscratched until the spotlights found Marcus.
"*No*!" She screamed, moving towards him as he was
blasted in the back. He told her to run. He'd warned
her to go to the ship after five minutes. At that
moment, Sierra darted forward instead of backwards.
The spotlights suddenly turned off...likely thank to
Zara. She bent down, grasping Marcus' limp body. She
found that her problem with a lack of physical
strength was coming into play again. With his armor,
it was hard to hold him. She managed to get him off
the ground and leaned against her when a platoon of
Stormtroopers were very suddenly on her. Sierra
grabbed her E-11, shooting, but it was one of
Marcus' seeker droids that came to their rescue.
One flew into
the platoon of Stormtrooper and detonated. Another
bounded towards a tank. The third one detonated once
Sierra was moving towards the hole in the fence. She
groaned, bringing Marcus' body through first. She
followed him, but not before she was spotted again.
There was blaster fire *everywhere*. She was grazed
in so many different places while trying to make it
through that damn fence. She felt just like she had
in the castle: panicked. Without Claudius to save
her, Sierra realized that she was going to need to
get them both out by herself.
Back on her
feet, Sierra moved on. She was forced to return fire
in order to protect both of them. It seemed like
there were more enemies outside the garrison now.
"Ugh!" Her hand touched with her shoulder. She could
feel where she had been hit by a blaster shot,
though she couldn't remotely remember it happening.
"We're going home." She told his unconscious body.
Another platoon of soldiers had arrived.
Zara had flew
quickly to Delaya. The Nerf Herder appeared just
outside the garrison. Its ramp was already spread
out. Before attempting to collect Sierra and her
husband, Zara pelted the Stormtroopers with the
ship's guns. "*Get away from my husband*!" She
yelled furiously. The ship turned around, revealing
that the ramp had already lowered. "*Get in*! *Get
shaking. She didn't know if Marcus was going to make
it through this even if she somehow survived. She
had no plans other than to continue shooting until
they got her. She recognized Marcus' ship as it came
bounding towards their position. Sierra was
breathless. She couldn't speak, totally blown away
by Zara's insane action. She didn't think twice
about collecting Marcus and placing him on the ramp
as gently as she could manage. She climbed on after
him, tumbling down to her knees as the ramp pulled
itself back into the ship. She looked down at her
hands. They were still shaking. Everything hurt.
"Marcus..." Sierra checked his vitals. Alive, but
not well. The ship flew through the air rapidly. She
could feel Zara navigating the ship wildly back
towards the herdship. The young slicer was able to
briefly block the navigation systems of the other
TIE fighters from the main computer in the garrison.
It gave her the opportunity to get away. She held
herself together until she had gently added the
ship, then she raced to her husband's side. "No!
Marcus! Hold on!" She squeezed his hand. The tears
came again. "Please don't leave me! Come back to me!
I *need* you!"
From his perch
atop the Imperial Garrison Governor Arundel watched
in fury as the pair of mercenaries made their
escape. He moved from the window towards his
terminal, where he quickly punched up the footage
and waited it to be enhanced. When he saw the duo on
the ground he became incredibly furious. "Sierra!"
he snarled like an animal, before throwing his arm
across his desk and sending everything upon it
crashing to the ground. No one but him knew the
identity of the woman wearing that armor and it
would be his word against hers ... not the position
he wanted to be in considering Grand Moff Praji had
instructed him to maintain civility after his
reprimand from the Emperor's advisor, Sate Pestage.
As he looked at the wounded man and the ship that
came to rescue him he knew that was the key to
uncovering this mystery. He would have Sierra ...
whatever it took.