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Alice Bee and Christopher Levy.
One year after the Battle of Yavin (36:7:33) in the Alderaan system: Delaya (Leiliani: Auntie Mae's ice cream parlor and Rodney Castle) and Kwai and in the Essesia system: Esseles (New Calamar: Claudius Rodney's estate) and Kwai.
Ewwiekewwieikkie, Melickielickie, RO-E11, Duke Marcus Rodney, Major Sierra Rodney, and Duchess Zara Rodney.

"Yummy, yummy, yummy ... I got Auntie Mae in my tummy!" Ewwiekewwieikkie sang, as she danced in the living room while watching the HoloNet. Suddenly the HoloNet went dead and the song stopped, causing Ewwiekewwieikkie to become sad. "Oh no. HoloNet's broke!" she said, as she began running circles around the living room looking for the controls. All the while she was letting out a low whine of pain from being denied her favorite program. "SiSI!" she screamed to Sierra at the top her lungs, so that she would be ever to hear regardless of where she was. Her yellow eyes went wide when she saw the controls and, pressing the button, she began to cycle frequencies. The news was working, as was the Imperial propaganda station, *and* The Real Huttwives of Nal Hutta were still there, but ... no Rainbow Rancor. "Ugh. Why?!" she cried, as she began jumping up and down frantically. When she managed to get back to the Auntie Mae frequency a message appeared on the screen that she did not understand: "Due to unpaid bills by Duke Marcus and Duchess Zara all members of the House of Rodney will be denied access to all Auntie Mae ice cream parlor locations, access to the Auntie Mae holonet frequency, and access to Auntie Maeland." She looked at it, and brought her right hand up to her head and began to scratch.

"Ahhh." Sierra Rodney let out a delighted sigh as she settled into a bubble bath she had prepared for herself. Her son had decided he did not like to sleep, and thus the prior night had left Sierra more than a little sleep deprived. As soon as Bruce went down for a nap, she decided to let herself relax before napping. She reached towards the edge of the tub, grabbing a pudding cup she had snuck upstairs. In all of her efforts to *not* let Ewwiekewwieikkie or Melickielickie know, she had forgotten a spoon. She dipped her index finger in the pudding and brought it to her mouth. Her whole body had just begun to relax when she heard her name being screamed. Sierra thought the scream sounded panicked. She assumed someone was hurt. She dropped her pudding into the bath water as she darted out of the tub. "Robe. Robe. Robe!!!" She looked around for it in a rush. As soon as she found one, she threw it on ... only to realize it was much too big for her. Sierra recalled something in her wedding vows stating 'what's mine is yours', so she shamelessly tore through the house, down the stairs, and into the living room wearing her husband's robe. "*What's wrong*!?" She screamed.

Melickielickie had stolen the high tom-tom and drum sticks from Drusilla's drum set in her room. She was seated in the living room, banging on the drum while her sister sang. "In mah tummmyyyy." Melickielickie sang backup vocals. Everyone knew when the holonet stopped working. Instead of searching for a solution, she began to cry. "Wahhhhh! No Rancor! No more Rancor!" She did not understand why all the stuff her mommy and daddy liked to watch worked, but *no* Rainbow Rancor.

"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" Ewwiekewwieikkie groaned, in exasperation, as she pointed towards the HoloNet receiver which now had nothing but the message from Auntie Mae. "The Rainbow Rancor is ... *gone!*" which was followed by a loud, drawn out whine. "Wha happen? Wha happen?" she asked, as she fell to her knees dramatically in front of Sierra. She grabbed hold of the robe she was wearing and buried her face in it, crying excessively into it, *and* blowing her nose. "Is he gone forever?" she asked, between tears and sobs as she was overcome with a sense of loss and sadness. "Did I do something wrong?!" she cried out, as she angled her head up to look at Sierra.

The smaller Squib was greatly influenced by her big sister. She moved towards Sierra, still crying. "Wha happen!?" Melickielickie pressed her head into her mother's robe where she continued to sob dramatically. Ewwiekewwiekkie's words scared her. "No more Rancor ... *ever*!? Nuuuu!!" She, too, blew her nose into the robe. She was struck by hardships that she couldn't comprehend.

Sierra's heart was racing. She was breathing heavy from the quick sprint she had made to reach the girls. "Wh...What?" The Rainbow Rancor was gone? She was a sucker for her adoptive daughter's tears. She crouched down, hugging each of them. "Oh, Ewwiekewwieikkie. You didn't do *anything* wrong. Let me see what I can do to bring Rainbow Rancor back. It'll be okay.." She squeezed both girls. The chance of Claudius not knowing she had used his robe were gone now. She could see combination of snot and blue fur all over its front. Wopps. Sierra drew herself away from the girls. She was ready to call Ensign Sheppard to fix the problem with the transmitter when she read the screen. "No.." Marcus and Zara were responsible for the girls missing their favorite show. She turned around. "Uncle Marcy Marc made Rainbow Rancor go away." She informed them, happy that it wasn't her fault. "Why don't we take a visit to see him and get Rainbow Rancor back?"

"What?! Oh no!" Ewwiekewwieikkie squealed, as she turned her attention to Melickielickie. "Oh no!" she shouted right in Melickielickie's face. "C'mon SiSi," she said, as she grabbed Sierra by the arm and began attempting to drag her towards the landing pad in her bath robe. "C'mon Melickielickie! C'mon Sorbet!" she said, as she looked towards her adoptive sister and bantha. "We gonna go make Uncle Marcy Marc give back the Rainbow Rancor ... or else!" she said, as she continued to try to drag an unwilling Sierra outside. "...or else what?" she thought, unsure of what she had threatened to do. "Hmm. Hmm. Or else no Auntie Mae's for him either! Hah!" she said, unaware of what was really happening.

"Uh. Wait. No!" Sierra cried. "I'm not *dressed*..! Goodness, you are strong." She commented, as the Squib seemed to have very little trouble in dragging her out of the house. "Drusilla!" She called out. "You're in charge of watching over your brother!" Sierra was outside at the point in which she called for Dru. She made her way to the Kwai, passing by all the Stormtroopers in nothing but a robe. Ewwiekewwieikkie really couldn't pick a worse time to go on an adventure. She made sure both girls were properly strapped while Sorbet licked at her face. He really did smell bad. Sierra made a mental note to herself to summon her aid to take care of the bantha's stench. When both girls were ready, she sat at the controls to pilot them to Delaya. "When you see Uncle Marcy Marc, I want you to give him your best pout." Sierra commented to both girls. Once the shuttle was on the way to Delaya, she set on the auto controls and moved to the cabin to search for *anything* she could wear. She was going to have a story to tell Claudius later.

Melickielickie wiggled in her seat. "99 bottles of blue milk on the wall! 99 bottles of blue milk! Take one down, pass it around... 94 bottles of blue milk on the wall! 67 bottles of blue milk on the wall..." She sang, kicking her feet back and forth. "Why did Uncle Marcy Marc take away the Rancor?" She asked her sister, her eyes beginning to fill with tears again. "I *love* Rainbow Rancor!"

Ewwiekewwieikkie was already pouting, and nothing would make her smile until the Rainbow Rancor was back on the HoloNet. "Because he's a poopy head!" she told Melickielickie, before folding her arms in front of her chest melodramatically. "Poopy head! Poopy head! Poopy head!" she said, repeatedly, as if she were taunting Marcus, despite his not being there. "I'm gonna stomp on his foot and ... and ... and ... and bite him!" she said, before opening her mouth wide and chomping down. "Om nom nom!" she said, mimicking what she planned to do to her uncle. "Oooh. Oooh. Can we go to Auntie Mae's first? I'm hungy!" she said, as she smiled to Sierra and rubbed her belly. She was *always* hungry, but she had no idea that the ban applied to the ice cream parlor as well.

Sierra could hear chants of 'poopy head' from both girls in the cabin. The only clothing she could find was a spare uniform of Claudius', so her choices were either to remain in a robe while she met with her brother-in-law and attempted to be taken seriously, or she could swim in his tunic and trousers. She placed her head in her hands and began to laugh. This kind of thing only happened to the House of Rodney. When the chants of 'poopy head' turned to threats of biting, she was forced to quickly dress and rush into the cabin to chastise the girls for wanting to bite their uncle. She had experienced a bite from Melickielickie. She could only imagine how painful one from a fully grown Squib would be. As she adjusted her belt to the last possible loop, she spoke. "Yes, we can go to Auntie Mae's first *but* neither of you are allowed to bite your uncle. We have to use our words.. And our pouts." She sat back down just in time for the Kwai to exit hyperspace just outside Delaya. She brought the ship down into the city instead of going to the castle immediately. No one wanted to see what happened when *two* Squibs were hangry. "Okay girls. Buddy system. Hold hands." She unbuckled her seat and rose. Delaya made her feel uncomfortable now that Claudius was unable to follow her there. She was concerned that Governor Arundel would harass her.

Unfortunately for Ewwiekewwieikkie and Melickielickie they had just posted a sign on the front of Auntie Mae's with the House of Rodney crest with a line through it indicating they were banned. "I'm gonna eat so much," Ewwiekewwieikkie said, as she ran towards Auntie Mae's, getting away from Sierra. However, she remembered the rules of the 'buddy system' and was dragging Melickielickie behind her like a ragdoll. "How much you gonna eat?" she said to Melickielickie, but when she got to Auntie Mae's there was a droid in the way denying them entry. "No! No! No! Lemme in!" she said, as she began stomping her feet and flailing her arms up and down. "By order of Auntie Mae you are banned from all Auntie Mae's ice cream parlor until Duke Marcus and Duchess Zara pay their debts!" the droid informed them, before shutting the door in their face. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ewwiekewwieikkie screamed, before collapsing onto the street in front of the floor, and curling up into a little blue ball and rocked back and forth.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm gonna eat like.... Like..." She reached her arms out wide. "*Dis much*! Dis much ice cream!" Melickielickie never seemed to mind being dragged around by her sister. Currently, they were both sharing in the excitement of visiting their favorite ice cream parlor. "Almost there...!!! Nom noms! Eeee!" For the second time today, the Squibs were denied what they loved. Ewwiekewwieikkie couldn't grasp the situation, but she did understand that they were being denied ice cream. All over again, her eyes filled with tears. She fell to the street with her sister. "*Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy*!?" She screamed, slamming her paws on the ground.

Even Sierra felt the hankering for some puddin' pops at this point. Secret pudding time had been ruined by Marcus, who even she was beginning to feel like she was going to viciously bite. She didn't think Auntie Mae would go as far as to block the family from *all* of her parlors. The closer Sierra came to the parlor, the more she recognized the sign on the door. The House of Rodney was *banned*. Mentally, she was cursing a string of words that it was better neither of the girls ever heard. She felt bad for them. Neither Ewwiekewwieikkie or Melickielickie were responsible for the loss of all things Auntie Mae. She bent down. "We're going to go see Uncle Marcy Marc right now. As soon as he takes care of it, we'll come back and you guys can eat as much as you want ... on his bill." She took a moment to flag down a speeder, then drag both Squib into it. Before she got into the speeder, she spotted a droid with a tray of samples moving back and forth in front of the parlor. Sierra quickly ran over to the droid, grabbed the tray, and dashed into the back of the speeder with her girls. "Drive!" She demanded. "To Rodney Castle." Adrenaline pumped through her veins from stealing ice cream samples. She offered the tray to the girls. "How's about some ice cream?"

"Yay! Yay!" Ewwiekewwieikkie said in the back of the speeder taxi, as she not only ate the ice cream samples, but the flimsiplast cups they were in. The speeder ascended up the mountain pass towards the castle, but not fast enough for her. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" she shouted at the driver, as they eventually made their way to the speeder port in front of the castle. As the door opened, she spied with her eye an Auntie Mae's kiosk. "Oh my!!!" she said, as she tumbled out of the speeder towards it. Unfortunately the Auntie Mae's kiosk had been repossessed and was in the process of being taken away. "Oh no!!!" she shouted, as she hunger her head in despair as it got further and further away. "What? Why? How? Who? When? Where?!" she cried out to Sierra, as the poor little Squib could not understand what was happening. She then began running towards the castle where she found her Uncle Marcus and it a fit of rage, uncharacteristic of her she went right for his leg. "You bring back Rainbow Rancor! You bring back ice cream!" she said, before opening her mouth wide and clamping down on his leg with her jaw. She held her mouth in place and began to growl.

"Ice cream! You scream! We all scream!" Melickielickie's song only lasted as long as it took to begin shoving samples into her mouth. "Mommmeee! Is yummy!" For the briefest of moments, there was some semblance of calmness. Melickielickie's mood improved. She was using her tongue to lick the last drop of ice cream from the flimsiplast cup when they arrived at the family's castle. She, too, caught sight of the Auntie Mae's kiosk. "Ooooh. Moar ice cream?" She asked, looking to Sierra, then to Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Where it go? Why it move? Ice cream no have legs." She didn't wait for any questions to be answered. Instead, she hopped out of the speeder and raced after Ewwie. "Sissy! Sissy!" She cried.

It all happened so quickly. Sierra was paying the driver. The girls were gone an instant later. "Oh no," she sighed. She had a bad feeling about this. It had been a hard day for Ewwiekewwieikkie. Sierra scurried to catch up with her girls. Despite their talk about using words, when she stumbled upon Marcus, Zara, Ewwiekewwieikkie, and Melickielickie, her adoptive daughter was latched onto Marcus' leg with her mouth. "Ewwiekewwieikkie!" She rushed over to her. "You have to let go of your uncle. He can't fix anything with your teeth in his leg..." Sierra looked up at Marcus with an apologetic, exhausted smile. "Auntie Mae has taken away our access to all of her parlors as well as Rainbow Rancor. Can you pay her so my girls can enjoy their show and ice cream again?" She asked Marcus.

From seemingly nowhere, Sorbet appeared. He had ran alongside the speeder to the castle. He was protective over Ewwiekewwieikkie, so as soon as he saw her attack Marcus, he did too. The bantha slammed his hoof down onto the ground, reared his head, and charged at the Duke of Delaya.

"What the what!?" Duchess Zara Rodney heard Ewwiekewwieikkie before she saw her. "Ewwie?" She grinned. Despite her love for Callista and her other nieces and nephews, Ewwiekewwieikkie was her favorite. She didn't expect the Squib to bite Marcus, but when she did, Zara gasped. She grabbed Ewwiekewwieikkie and tried to make her let go. "Uncle Marcy Marc's leg isn't a ... chew ... toy..!" The girl would not budge!

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Duke Marcus Rodney cried as his Squib niece arrived and then began gnawing on his leg, which caused an unexpected amount of pain. And just when he was coping with that, the bantha collided with him, knocking him to the ground ... hard, but Ewwiekewwieikkie did not let go. "Stop! Stop!" he begged, as he was in danger of being trampled *and* having his leg bitten off. "Is *that* what this is about?" he asked Sierra, incredulously, as he looked up at her from beneath the bantha. "Auntie Mae has profited off me and my wife since the beginning. I will not pay for damage caused by the Squib King. She should bill him. Enough is enough!" he shouted, which only made his niece bite down more.

"Ewwiekewwieikkie, you have to let go.." Sierra clutched her. Marcus was only delivering words that were disappointed for both girls. She could hear Melickielickie dramatically breaking out into a sob for the millionth time today. Sorbet had released his next phase of attack, which included licking and making Marcus smell like a bantha in need of a 'batha'. "Can't you contact him and make him pay? You don't understand. This isn't *only* about you and Zara it's us too. Even Callista won't be able to get ice cream." She reminded her brother, pulling back on Ewwiekewwieikkie. "She isn't going to let go until *you* fix this."

"I'm not letting go until Rainbow Rancor is back," Ewwiekewwieikkie mumbled, through a mouthful of Marcus, as she continued to bite down on his leg. She did not understand what was going on, or why it happened ... only that she wanted her show back and ice cream to eat. She wondered what she had done wrong that made Marcus decide to take them away from her. He was a 'koovy' uncle, but now he was being a poopy head.

"Have you ever spoken to the King? He's completely unreasonable," Marcus informed Sierra, before he suddenly found himself being slobbered on by the bantha. "Ugh. Where did this thing come from? Zara! Help me! Help me!" he pleaded with his wife, as a ton of bantha spittle began dripping all over his face. It even got in his eyes temporarily obscuring his vision. "The King will never play. He is claiming diplomatic immunity," he said, as he tried to bring his arm up to wipe his eyes, but the bantha had pinned it down. "Zara!" he again whined, as he gave her the family's hereditary pout.

"I'll save you, Marcus!" She exclaimed. It looked as if the bantha was trying to lick Marcus' face right off. She shoved the bantha, hard, until it caught a scent of something cooking in the kitchen and ran off. "One down.." She said, using the sleeve of her dress to help clean Marcus off. Her efforts were pointless. He'd need a shower after his bantha tongue bath. She inched down towards Ewwiekewwieikkie, dipping her hands beneath her arms to tickle at her sides and armpits.

Sierra rolled her eyes. Marcus was right. It was hard to change the King's mind once he had settled it. "Will you *please* give in and pay it? You don't understand because the twins aren't old enough yet, but Melickielickie and Ewwiekewwieikkie eat, sleep, and breathe that Rainbow Rancor show. She's not going to let go unless you fix this." Even Sierra was pouting at this point.

Zara knew exactly what to do. Ewwiekewwieikkie began giggling the moment she started being tickled, which caused her to lose her grip on Marcus' leg. She rolled onto her belly, kicking her little legs in the air and flailing her arms wildly. "Hehehehehe!" she said, as she stopped crying and looked up at her Aunt Zara. "Tickle time!" she said, as she continued giggling, suddenly forgetting what she was sad about. The more she was tickled the more excited she became and before she knew it she had an accident. "Oopsy!" she cried, as she continued laughing, despite having made a mess.

Marcus was relieved when Zara intervened and saved him from his niece and her pet. "Do you know how high that bill is?" he protested to Sierra, as he sat up and began preparing to get himself up off the ground. He looked and saw Ewwiekewwieikkie had an accident from the tickling, causing him to lower his face into his palm. "Did she..?" he asked, but shook his head and moved to the side to consider things. "What do you think, my love?" he asked her, as he had vowed never to act unilaterally following his marriage to her. They would be a partnership as Duke and Duchess, in the spirit of Germancius and Raeni ... the first and still the gold standard.

Zara had freed Marcus, so she continued to tickle Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Tickle time!" Her hands moved down to her stomach, tickling more there. She didn't realize that she would push Ewwiekewwieikkie too far and cause her to have an accident. "Ohno. Sorry..." She had learned a lesson for the future with the twins. "Um. Um. I'll help you get changed, Ewwie." She said, rising to her feet. Zara actually felt bad that her extended family had suffered as a result of Marcus and her boycotting Auntie Mae's. Despite her love for the purple potato ice cream, even Zara had decided to stand strong against the ice cream phenomenon. She looked away from Marcus. Her eyes settled on Melickielickie, who was doing her best Rodney pout... and succeeding. "Awww, okay. We'll pay the bill to Auntie Mae's as long as you go see the King of Skor II and try to get him to reimburse us. We *really* shouldn't have to pay for what he did." She was tempted to take the King to court over the mental scars his video had given her and Marcus. Ewwww.

Sierra had to do a double take to understand that Ewwiekewwieikkie had an accident. She was used to bodily fluids because of Bruce. Ewwie was another story. "Don't worry about it, Zara. We'll get her into something dry before we leave. I can request to see the King. As you know, he isn't an easy man to bargain with. I'll see what I can do.." As soon as ice cream and Rainbow Rancor were restored, Sierra was going to fly up to the Retributor for some quiet time in Claudius' office. He was *never* going to believe what had happened today.

"Oh dear! Oh dear!" the sound of the nanny droid shouted as she came hurriedly into the confluence of Rodneys. "Duchess Zara, I have the most dreadful news!" she informed her, as she began to spin around excitedly, flailing all four of her arms. "When they came to repossess your Auntie Mae kiosk they left a preview flavor for you to sample," she said, and then offered it over towards her. On the carton was a caricature of Marcus Rodney pulling empty pockets out of his pants. The flavor name? Deadbeat Dingleberry. "It is all over the HoloNet, I am afraid," she informed her, as her photoreceptors caught a glimpse of the mess Ewwiekewwieikkie had made. If she were a human servant she would have surely feinted.

"What nowwww?" Zara whined. When one fire went out, five others seemed to appear. She turned her attention to Nana. "Dreadful news!? Are the babies okay?!" Now that Luna was gone, Zara wouldn't put it past Luna's husband to get revenge on her family. It was paranoia, but it was also *possible*. The bad news revolved around a new ice cream flavor with a caricature of her husband on it. "Awww. It's cute." She said. She moved her fingers on the cartoon to see what the caricature was doing. 'Deadbeat Dingleberry' it read on the carton. Zara's face turned red. Auntie Mae had cashed in on her and Marcus too many times. "No!!!" She threw the carton of ice cream as far as she could. "I'm not paying her! Auntie Mae has gone too far! If anything, she owes *us* credits for all the times she's exploited us!" Zara turned her back on Sierra. She knelt down on the ground. "That woman..." She muttered, looking at Marcus' bit leg. "I oughta..."

"The ice cream is back already?!" Ewwiekewwieikkie shouted, excitedly, as she saw the single carton of ice cream delivered. But then the worst thing happened ... Zara threw it. To Ewwiekewwieikkie it was happening in slow motion and she began to panic. "Oh no!" she said, as she rose to her feet to chase after it, but she was too fast, and she slipped in the puddle she had made. Face first she went into the marble floor, which caused a major ouchy. "Ouch!" she cried, but as she lifted her face she saw the ice cream crash and splatter. "No!" she shouted, as she began crawling towards it. "Hurry, Melickielickie!" she shouted, as she scrambled up to the ice cream and began eating it off the floor.

"That vile woman. I should have the Alderaan Guard detain her for libel," Marcus said, as he saw what it said on the carton of ice cream. He moved towards his wife, and wrapping his arms around her tightly and holding her near. "I do not want the children to be denied ice cream," he told her, as he lowered his head and placed a kiss upon the top of her head. "Maybe we should just pay it and be done with it," he said to her, as he was getting ready to surrender. He loved all of his nieces, and he imagined the same sight playing out on New Alderaan.

"Flying ice cream!!!" It was like something out of a bedtime story. Melickielickie quickly rose to her feet. "I catch it! I catch it! I catch it!" She called out after watching her sister fall in a puddle of her own mess. "I save you. I catch it!" Try as she might, Melickielickie was unable to save the carton. Instead, it hit the floor and spilled every which way. "*Ice cream*!" She cheered, lapping at the floor right next to her sister. "Oooh yummy! It tasty! It good! Mommeee, try some!"

"She's a ... a ... poopy head." Zara growled, crossing her arms in front of her body. She was mostly bitter that Auntie Mae was *still* using the footage from the Sea Islands to promote her ice creams. Her children had flavors as well. She was fuming, but she decided not to bite Marcus over it. "I'm never gonna eat purple potato ice cream again." She complained, resting her head on his shoulder as they came together. As angry as she was, it felt inhumane to take it out on all of the girls. Callista would be really sad too. "Murrr... Fine, fine. She better get rid of this stupid 'Deadbeat Dingleberry' flavor after we've paid." Or Zara would hack into Auntie Mae's credit account and see to it that everything in it disappeared.

Sierra had watched all of the insanity. Ewwiekewwieikkie was going to need roughly five baths to properly clean her. Despite the new Auntie Mae flavor, Zara and Marcus broke down and decided to pay what was owed to the woman. "Oh, thank you.. Did you hear that, girls? There's going to be ice cream and Rainbow Rancor again!"

Ewwiekewwieikkie looked up at Sierra with a faceful of Deadbeat Dingleberry. "Yay! Yay! Yay!" she screamed, before climbing up from the puddle of ice cream and began running towards Sierra. She wrapped her arms around her, burying her face in her father's uniform and getting it covered in dingleberry. "You saved everything!" she squealed, as she hugged her as tightly as she could. She had never been so sad and so happy in a single day. What a rollercoaster she thought, which made her think of Auntie Maeland. "We go Auntiemaeland again?" she asked, as she looked up with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, dear. She is a poopy head," Marcus replied to Zara, as he held her against him. "Yes you will. You're pregnant. You need your purple potato ice cream," he said, as he moved his hand to her head and began to gently caress her. "I'm sure she will," he said to her, trying his best to smooth this over. He was embarrassed that his temper and his desire to spite the wicked Auntie Mae had collaterally damaged his nieces. It was time to investigate just who Auntie Mae was, where she had come from, and how she had grown so quickly into a galactic power. Something was not right.

"Oooh..." Sierra had now ruined several pieces of Claudius' wardrobe. She was sure he'd understand and that it hadn't been the first time...wouldn't be the last time. She was glad to make Ewwiekewwieikkie happy again. "*A-ah*. Ewwiekewwieikkie, too tight!" Sierra gasped, squeezing her adoptive daughter back lovingly. She could feel Melickielickie join in on the hugs at her legs. "We'll go to Auntiemaeland again soon. We can't go without daddy, right?" After today, Sierra was certain she'd never survive the girls at Auntie Maeland by herself. She began to gather her children to take them back home.

Zara's mood started to improve the longer her husband held her. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder. "I'm boycotting it." She mumbled. They both knew the truth. As soon as a craving hit, they'd be back at Auntie Mae's to satisfy it. She let out a deflating sigh. "We'll start going to that Auntie Mae's rip off, Uncle Tae's." Zara drew her head back. She smiled. "Let's go hide out in our bedroom and snuggle the twins." She suggested, already beginning to lead him off.

"He can come!" Ewwiekewwieikkie declared, but really she just wanted to get back to Auntie Maeland regardless of who went. But then something incredible happened. "Uncle Tae's?!" she asked, as she let go of Sierra and began running towards Zara. "We're coming too!" she announced, despite the fact that they had not been invited. "Did you hear that Melickielickie?!" she asked, as she began raising her feet up and down and shaking her arms rapidly. "That means ... Taetor Tots!" she screamed, before giving Zara a similarly constrictive hug.

There was no stopping them. Sierra had both Squibs, then she had *no* Squibs. She watched them run off over the promise of food. "Looks like there's going to be a sleepover at Uncle Marcy Marc's tonight!" Sierra called, effectively throwing Marcus under the speeder bus for the second time today. It was the least they could do after putting the girls through a traumatizing day. She secretly dreamed of going on a date with her husband and leaving Drusilla in charge of *only* Bruce.

Claudius had suffered so much from the news that he had helped Jelena reach Delaya and escape the Ringali Shell that Marcus was still carrying a burden of guilt. In his mind, he had nearly killed his brother from the shock of it all. Now his debt had caused his two Squib daughters to suffer, making him feel all the more miserable. He needed to make a gesture. "Sierra, we will take charge of the Squibs, see that they are cleaned, fed, and bedded down for the night," he said, as he reached out to give Zara another squeeze of reassurance. He was going to owe her for this. "You can reclaim them after you've had a day or two or rest," he said, before crouching down to look at the Squibs. "Taetor Tots!" he yelled, as he attempted to regain his title of 'koovy' uncle.

"*Taetor Tots*?!" Melickielickie gasped. "What those?" She didn't need to be convinced to go with her sister. She ran after her, promptly hugging her aunt. "Auntieee!" She nuzzled her ice cream covered muzzle into Zara's dress. "Let's goooo!"

She nodded her head. Despite the rift in the family, she knew Marcus would never do anything to his nieces. She nodded her head. "Thank you, brother. I will return to recollect them soon. Claudius and I will enjoy the break." Semi-break, anyway. "Be good, Ewwiekewwieikkie and Melickielickie. Listen to your aunt and uncle! I love you.." She watched them all leave together before she, too, turned to head back into the city. It had been a wild day ... but a fun day too!

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