"Help me! Help me!" Ewwiekewwieikkie pleaded to
Melickielickie and Callista as she attempted to pack all
of the kitchen appliances in her small suitcase. "SiSi
said I could take whatever fits in this bag, so we gots
to make it all fit," she declared, as she tried to get
the ice cream maker into the bag. "Hmm," she said, as
she brought her paw up to her chin and carefully
examined the situation. "I worry we don't have enough
spoons," she told the girls, as she looked at the 37
spoons that were lining the bottom of the bag. She was
beginning to get very anxious that everything she wanted
to bring would not fit. She had no idea what Gungan food
was like, so she planned to bring her own. "Go ask if
you can bring your own bags!" she suggested to them, as
she began planning how to fit everything into their bags
instead. Somehow everyone would fit. It *had* to.
Callista Nilar stood staring at the small suitcase.
It was never going to fit. As it was, the bag looked
like it might burst without being zipped. "I know how to
help!" She squeaked, climbing on top of the bag. She
sat, with her full forty pound body. "Can you get it
closed!?" She asked, looking down. She frowned. They
needed a large shipping container to bring everything.
Callista assumed that Gungans ate big, gross stuff. That
was why they needed to bring their own food. Even she
had packed snacks. "Do we ever have enough spoons?" She
asked her bestie with widening eyes. "We need more
bags!" She grabbed Melickielickie's hand and darted
towards her auntie and uncle's room. "Auntie SiSi!
Auntie SiSi!" She found Sierra standing at the edge of
her bed packing her own suitcase. It was empty compared
"Mommeee!" Melickielickie reached out, grasping
Sierra's dress. "Need more room! Me and ‘Lista bring our
own thingies?" She asked, pointing towards her mother's
suitcase. Her eyes widened as she saw baby Bruce laying
on the bed. "Mommee, you forget to pack bebe. Bebe go in
there." She informed Sierra.
Sierra Rodney had magically gained a Callista again.
Thankfully, it seemed she hadn't heard about her and
King Ebareebaveebeedee's incident. In fact, no one had
asked about that so far. She hoped to avoid ever talking
about it for the rest of her life. "Hey girls," she said
with a smile on her face. She dropped a folded article
of clothing into her suitcase. "You need more room? That
suitcase I found for Ewwiekewwieikkie should have been
enough for all three of you." Oh goodness... What had
she packed? Sierra bit her lip. It would have been a
good decision to check what Ewwiekewwieikkie was
bringing, but she was *trying* to give her a little more
freedom and independence. "Okay, you can both bring your
own suitcases." She regretted the words as soon as she
said them. Her smile grew. "Melickielickie, your brother
isn't going in the suitcase. I'll carry him like I
always do." She looked over to her son. Nea was lying
right beside him. Suddenly, his eyes opened. "Meooowww?"
The felinx made his way down towards the edge of the
bed. He sniffed at Sierra's suitcase then, without
warning, he jumped in and laid down.
"I don't understand. You're already getting married.
Why would you want to get remarried ... by Gungans of
all creatures ... just because Auntie Mae is paying for
it?" Drusilla Rodney asked, from the corner of the room,
as she clung to Bruce, holding him high above the reach
of the omnipresent felinx. "Pavo Prime isn't even in the
Core. Do you think the HoloNet is going to bother
sending a team to cover something in the Inner Rim?" she
said, with a dramatic sigh, as she feared no one would
see her newest, loveliest dress. "Oh. Is the felinx
coming?" she asked, as she watched the newest pet occupy
The next time Sierra turned around, Melickielickie
and Callista had disappeared. Heaven knew what they were
up to. When she looked down in her suitcase, she'd
gained a purring Nea who made camp on top of one of
Claudius' tunics. "Shoo! Get out!" She picked up the
felinx and set him on the ground. There was a
combination of her clothes, Bruce's clothes, and
Claudius' all in the same suitcase. She was *trying* to
keep things organized. Three seconds later, Nea was
right back inside of the suitcase. Sierra sighed,
turning towards Drusilla. "Because the last time your
daddy and I took a vacation, your daddy ended up
injured. This is going to be an injury free vacation on
Auntie Mae's bill. She makes a lot of money off of our
family, don't you think we deserve this?" She adjusted
Nea to continue placing clothing inside of the suitcase
with the felinx inside of it. "I'm sure there will be
some sort of HoloNet presence. Apparently the
sweepstakes was a pretty big thing. You'll get plenty of
time in the limelight, my dear." She frowned at Nea. "I
didn't intend for him to come. Your daddy and I were
worried the Gungans might mistake him for the main
course. Are you all packed? Do you need any help?"
Drusilla was just about to respond to Sierra's
comment when she heard the sound of metal crashing
downstairs followed by thunderous applause. She was not
even going to look. After an awkward pause she fired
back. "What do you mean injured?" she asked, more out of
not knowing, rather than genuine concern. "I hope you
don't mean ... ick," she said, as her mind went straight
towards the gutter, and she quickly forced the thought
from her mind. "Well as long as the HoloNet will be
there," she said, as she adjusted Bruce and then moved
her free left hand up to gently adjust her hair. "Of
course I'm packed. I had papa purchase me a set of
matched luggage for every travel occasion," she reminded
her stepmother, before waiting to hear more about her
Sierra visibly cringed. Her imagination fed her an
image of Ewwiekewwieikkie, Callista, and Melickielickie
injured at the base of the stairs. She looked like she
might shoot downstairs like a bullet. Instead, she
listened. There was no screaming or crying. Either all
three of the girls had met a quick death, or everything
was semi-okay. She sat back on the bed. Her hand moved
to her face to cover up the quickly forming blush on her
cheeks. "Dru! No! Not like that!" Drusilla was a
pervert! Jelena was right...she really needed to watch
that one. Perhaps Prince Pollix wasn't as terrible as
she assumed. She was relieved to hear that Drusilla was
packed. She didn't try to limit Dru to one suitcase.
"Ah, there was an incident with some Rebels. We were
shot down in the Kwai. Your papa bruised his ribs while
keeping me safe. Don't worry. Doctor Tohan examined him.
That's why he's been taking it easy. He seems to be
feeling better now." She smiled at Drusilla and Bruce.
She could see how happy her son was. It pleased her that
he could have a good, close relationship with his
"Rebels?!" Drusilla exclaimed, so much so that it
caused Bruce to become momentarily vexed. "Oh. Sorry,"
she said, as she did her best to calm down her
half-brother. "Where did this happen? At that race on
Coruscant?" she asked, as she began making weird faces
at the baby to try and distract him. "It's never dull
around here," she said to Sierra, but was speaking in a
baby voice and looking down at Bruce as she spoke. "I'm
glad that he's better, but he's too old to be shot
down," she said, as she gave the famous family pout.
"I know..." Sierra sighed. "I'll do everything I can
to ensure nothing else happens to him. It didn't happen
on Coruscant. He wanted to go back to the Sea Island
home. That's where it happened. The place was ransacked
by some Rebels. They shot us down on the way out." Her
fingers ran through her hair. The worry she carried for
Claudius never left. It was part of being his wife. She
actually, you know, *loved* him. "I wondered if we
should bring a security detail with us. Perhaps
Commander Kiley should come." Sierra glanced down at her
bare feet. If anyone hurt Claudius again, then she
really was going to show that she could excel as an ISB
officer under the right circumstances. "I wish this war
would end..." She sighed.
"What?!" Drusilla asked in a horrified voice, only it
was not out of concern for her father, but for her Sea
Island retreat. "They ransacked our home?" she asked,
starting to frown as she imagined what those awful
Rebels had done to their idyllic paradise. "If papa had
remained Duke this *never* would have happened," she was
quick to add, but as she looked down at Bruce, who would
have supplanted her claim to the Duchy, she suddenly was
less resentful about losing it. "How bad..?" she asked,
but she was still not talking about her father, she was
talking about the house. "Yes. Bring security. If only
to separate the Gungans and the Squibs. Ick. Can you
imagine?" she asked, as she moved towards the foot of
the bed and sat down. That was her mistake, for the
moment her bottom touched the mattress Nea was on scene
to investigate Bruce. "Shoo!" she said, but of course
the felinx did not respond at all.
"I looked in your room. It appeared untouched. They
took some of mine and your papa's belongings. They stole
our mattress. How strange is that?" She agreed that it
would have never happened under Claudius' watch, but the
days of the Duchy sitting in their hands were never
going to return again. Sierra didn't regret that. She
had watched her husband suddenly become stretched far
too thin. Sierra thought that Drusilla was asking about
her father. "Not too bad. Doctor Tohan didn't seem
terribly concerned. As long as your papa continues to
take it easy, he'll make a complete recovery." She
reported with a happier sound in her voice. The thought
of the Gungans and Squibs partying together made her
laugh. "What if they could procreate? Can you imagine
what a Squibgan would be like?" Laughing, Sierra reached
over and grabbed the felinx. Nea resisted being taken
away from Bruce. "It'll be a fun family trip. It's been
awhile since we've all had the chance to go somewhere
"They stole your ... *mattress*," Drusilla replied in
a very droll manner, as she looked towards Sierra in
disbelief. "Don't they know ... ick ... forget I said
anything," she pleaded, before raising her forearm to
her forehead, suddenly feeling very faint. "That's good.
And, uh, the sea island retreat? How long did they say
the repairs would take?" she asked, as she looked to the
ground and moved the toes of her right foot around.
"Well I heard a Squib and a Human nearly procreated,"
she said, unnecessarily, before giggling slightly. Her
cheeks flushed red and she brought her hand up to cover
her smirking face. "Oh, yes. It will be a lot of fun,"
she said, as she tried to offer her best smile towards
Her face turned increasingly more red as her
stepdaughter embarrassed her more and more. They *had*
to know. Sierra figured that the situation for the
Rebels must be dire in order for them to take the used
mattress. "Nothing within the retreat was damage. There
are no repairs necessary, but I will need to go mattress
shopping." She hung her head, clearly still embarrassed.
She looked horrified when Dru brought up the Skor II
incident. "Oh my goodness! You saw that too!? I can
never go back to Skor II again... Your sister is *not*
going to that school!" Ewwiekewwieikkie's innocence had
nearly been taken from her by the vile King. She broke
out into laughter. She reached, wrapping an arm around
her stepdaughter. She squeezed her. "At the very least,
we can count on seeing a food fight between Gungans and
Ewwiekewwieikkie. I think that makes the trip worth it,
don't you? Who would win?"
"Phew," Drusilla declared upon learning that her
inheritance was unmolested. "I think *everyone* saw it.
In fact, the girls were eating that new Auntie Mae
flavor last time I saw them," she explained, before
starting to laugh again. "I don't know who'll win, but I
think all of us will lose," she said, as her attention
shifted back to baby Bruce. "Don't worry. I'll keep an
eye on him while the Gungans marry you and the Squibs
devour everything in site," she said, surprisingly, to
"Okay. I ready," Ewwiekewwieikkie announced as she
paraded into the bedroom, dragging behind her a bag that
was practically bursting at the seams. She was grinning
from ear to ear, happy as can be, as she looked towards
her family members. Callista was with her, but
Melickielickie was nowhere to be seen. Her back,
however, had the distinct impression of a Squib and was
moving. It seemed she had packed things a little too
exuberantly and did not notice what she had done to her
adoptive sister. "Let's go go go!" she declared, as she
placed her hands on her hips and assumed a HoloNet
The situation could only be made worse by Auntie Mae.
The flavor would immortalize Sierra's embarrassment. She
looked down at her son. He was so happy when he was with
his sister. Drusilla's words were surprisingly sweet.
They nearly drove a hormonal Sierra to cry. Instead, she
tightened her one armed embrace. "Thank you, Dru. I love
you." Her attention shifted to Ewwiekewwieikkie, then,
she stared at the bag she was dragging behind her.
Callista had brought her own bag, but it was packed
neatly. It seemed she traveled lightly. She even had her
favorite stuffed rabbit under her arm. "Ewwiekewwiekkie,
where's your..." Sierra cut herself off mid sentence.
She could hear struggling and see movement from her bag.
"Melickielickie!" She gasped. In a flash, she was on her
feet and unzipping Ewwiekewwieikkie's suitcase to save
her adoptive daughter. "Melickielickie!" She hugged the
little Squib. "Ewwiekewwieikkie...an ice cream maker?!
You don't need that. There's going to be Auntie Mae ice
cream there. Oh my.. How many spoons are there?" Sierra
frowned. "Where's your father?!"
"Mmmmm! Mmmm!" Melickielickie wiggled inside of the
bag. When an extra shiny spoon caught her eye, she had
crept into her sister's bag to get it. An instant later,
she was trapped. "Mommmeee!" She cried out as she
unzipped the bag. "Halp me!" It looked as if she'd shed
all of her hair inside the bag while she stressed out
over her predicament. She clung to her mother. "Mommy, I
ready." She reported as she nuzzled her head into
It was at that moment that Claudius Rodney arrived,
walking into the bedroom, taking one look around, and
walking right back out ... in his dreams. "Oh. I thought
everyone would be ready by now..." he said, sheepishly,
with a look on his face and red in his cheeks that
indicated he was up to something. "I was just finishing
up some work on the ship before we go," he explained,
but in reality he was working on a wedding surprise.
"They have spoons on Pavo Prime, Ewwiekewwieikkie.
*Real* spoons. I promise," he told her, as he moved to
check on Melickielickie also. But, before he could take
a step Nea was between his legs, and arching her back as
she rubbed against him, yearning to be picked up.
Sierra assumed that her husband was avoiding this
mess. Did she blame him? After rescuing Melickielickie
and finding a vast world of things inside of
Ewwiekewwieikkie's bag... No. Regardless, Sierra was
relieved another adult had arrived. "He's right." She
said. "Why don't you go to your room and remove some of
the spoons, okay? When you're done, take your bag to the
ship. Watch out for your sister this time." She warned
with Melickielickie continuing to cling to her. "Callista,
are you ready too?" She started walking towards
Claudius. She noticed Nea assaulting his legs. "You
missed the part when Nea parked himself inside of our
suitcase. When we get home, I think he really will
attach himself to you."
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Callista dropped to her
knees on the floor beside Nea. She pet the felinx
happily. "Oh my *Germanicus*! *Nea is so cute*! I want
one. Do you think mama would let me have one? Or
*five*!?" She asked, her eyes widening. "So cute, so
cute!" She sang out. Sierra's question didn't phase her
at first, then she seemed to check in to reality again.
"Yes, auntie! I'm all ready! Bye bye, Nea, Nea
Neapolitan!" She sang, quickly giving the felinx a hug.
She skipped out of the room. Everyone was nearly ready
to depart, to Sierra's relief.
Claudius stood by silently as Ewwiekewwieikkie
waddled out carrying her bag full of appliances and
silverwear, but no clothes. "Um," he sad, as he watched
the parade of children leave the room. Drusilla left
too, with Bruce, leaving just Claudius, Sierra and ...
Nea ... of course. "At last we are alone," he said, as
he stepped forward, gut Nea nearly tripped him. "Or, at
least as alone as we're ever going to be," he said to
her, with a smirk, as he reached down to grab the felinx.
It was the only way he could walk unobstructed. He clung
to the felinx, which was purring loudly, as he moved
towards his wife. When he got close, he leaned forward
placing a kiss lovingly upon her lips. "I'm sorry I was
delayed," he said to her, realizing how hard it could be
dealing with all the children.
Sierra set down Melickielickie and watched her bounce
from the room. When all the children had left, she was
finally given the peace to finish packing all of their
belongings. While she had given Ewwiekewwieikkie some
freedom, she had several dresses packed for her adoptive
daughter inside her own bag. She wanted to be prepared.
She laughed at the way in which Nea rubbed on Claudius
until he was picked up. The purr was so loud that she
could hear it from across the room. "Are you sure you
don't want to bring Nea with us?" She asked him with a
smile on her lips. Her hands ran over his cheeks as they
kissed. Even she was anticipating having fun on this
vacation. Her expectations for the wedding were
realistically low. It was going to be insanity, but
insanity that she shared with her family. "There's
nothing to be sorry about, love. I'd rather you made
sure the ship was in working condition before we all
pile into it. Now everyone is ready expect me." She
moved back towards the bed. "I couldn't keep Nea out of
our suitcase. He kept jumping right back in it every
time I took him out. Now you can keep him away." She
added a few more articles of clothing to her suitcase.
Beside it sat her violin case. She hadn't been playing
as much as she liked. She hoped the vacation would give
her time to practice. "I'll be ready soon, promise."
"Do you think the Gungans would try to cook him?"
Claudius asked, as he brought his hand up across his
body and began to scratch Nea's head. "See! I am
helping!" he told her, as he tried to keep Nea in his
arms and out of his wife's suitcase. However, Nea's eyes
looked towards the open suitcase and his tail began to
slowly swish back and forth. As much as Nea liked
Claudius, an open suitcase was an open suitcase. "Oh,"
he said, as he could tell what was going on, and began
to move away from Sierra so that the felinx could not
see what he was missing out on. "Take your time. We're
on Gungan time, remember," he said to her, with a soft
chuckle. This was going to be an awfully big adventure,
but hopefully not an awful one.
"If they tried, I'd cook *them*." She grumbled.
"Bring him with us. He's going to be sad at home if we
leave him alone with Sorbet. Wouldn't you be upset too?"
She saw the way Nea looked at the suitcase. She began to
close it defensively before they arrived on Pavo Prime
with a case full of felinx fur. As Claudius redirected
the felinx's attention, she added the remainder of
Bruce's clothing, then Claudius', and then her own. She
had made a point to pack some healthier snacks for
herself. Doctor Bailo *and* Doctor Tohan were already on
her about her iron intake, among other things. Right
now, her only craving was for blue milk. If it didn't
need to be kept cold, the bag would have been full of
it. She retrieved a datapad with a packing list on it
from beside the bed, quickly quadruple checking
everything on it. "Gungan time, huh? Does that mean we
have time to spare?" As she asked the question, she
brought her hand up to one of the small strap of her
dress. She pushed it down her arm playfully. "Oops."
Claudius thought they were nearly on their way when
Sierra reminded him that they were on Gungan time. He
released his grip on the felinx as she released the
strap on her dress, "Oops indeed," he said to her, as he
stepped over Nea and moved swiftly towards her. He
raised his hand, brushing at the side of her cheek,
before cupping her chin and moving his face towards her.
"I would marry you a thousand times, and then a thousand
more," he told her, and then pressed his lips to hers in
a passionate kiss, that quickly evolved into something
more. His other hand moved around to the small of her
back, drawing her feminine frame against his. She was
the best thing that ever happened to him and he knew it.
A smile worked its way over her lips as she watched
her husband make his way towards her. The answer to her
question was in his actions: *yes*. They had the time.
From his very first touch, she felt his love and
adoration for her. He told her a story of love without
even speaking a single word. Her hand ran over his wrist
then further down his arm. His words brought on a
massive emotional response from her. In the time they
had been together, Sierra had learned to love him in a
way she didn't know she was capable of. It was so
complete and so pure. Claudius had loved her even though
Arden Zevrin had forced them together. Zevrin had done a
lot of things, but she did not *make* Sierra love her
husband. She was speechless. "Claudius," she whispered,
quickly silenced by his kiss. Her arms wrapped around
his neck as he brought her body comfortably close to
him. The union of their bodies, even with clothes on,
was gratifying: it was completion. She knew he was the
best thing that ever happened to her. She would always
cherish him and treat him right.
The kiss drew hotter and hotter the longer it lasted.
Sierra's urges quadrupled. She tried to downplay how
excited she was to marry him again, but really, all
things put aside, this Gungan wedding made her *happy*.
It gave her a chance to say ‘I do' to the greatest man
in the galaxy for a second time. The kiss continued with
Sierra slowly walking backwards towards their bed. When
her legs brushed against the end of it, she broke the
kiss. "I love you so much." She told him breathlessly.
"I'd marry you a thousand times over. You're my
everything, Claudius." She sat in front of him on the
bed and began stripping him of his uniform. She touched
him while she undressed him. Her soft fingers praised
his body. There was no doubt of her attraction.
As Sierra undressed him his uniform fell down on top
of Nea, covering him, and causing him to walk around in
circles meowing. After a few moments he settled down on
the ground and curled up, attempting to sleep with
Claudius' tunic as a makeshift cathouse. Claudius raised
his hand, placing his fingers against her right
shoulder, and then applying the slightest bit of force
to push her back down onto the bed. "Well hello there,"
he said, seductively, as he moved forward to climb on
top of her and join her on the bed. "Hopefully the
children keep themselves occupied with the packing a
little longer..." he said, with some nervousness, before
lowering his face to press kisses upon her lips and
Briefly, the sound of the felinx' meowing penetrated
through the clouds of perversion clouding up Sierra's
head. She looked down as Nea settled in Claudius' tunic
and fell quiet. She hoped Nea would give them some
privacy too. It was uncomfortable just to kiss him when
Nea was watching. With his gentle push, she fell back
onto their plus bed. Her eyes brightened, as did her
smile. "Fancy meeting you here..." She could feel her
heartbeat quickening as she watched him climb on top of
her. The excitement inside of her elevated. "Goodness, I
hope so. I *need* this. I've been feeling very needy
Sierra was feeling a decrease in her level of stress
now that her husband was doing better. Additionally, she
felt really good health-wise. It seemed her body was
getting on board with her second pregnancy. She return
his kiss to her lips, then allowed herself to relax as
his kisses moved down her neckline. She turned her head
to the side to give him more access. Meanwhile, her
hands were on his back. She massaged down his spine
slowly. In a moment of panic, her attention briefly
flickered to the door, which, thankfully, had been
closed when one of the children had left. They were as
alone as they were going to be. Sierra bent her head
down. Her lips met with his earlobe. She kissed it and
sucked on it lovingly.
The closeness that Claudius and Sierra were
experiencing was not merely the collision of two bodies,
but the bonding of two souls. Every moment he spent with
his wife he savored, and every time he gazed upon her
beauty he discovered something new. Looking down at her
was like looking at down at a timeless portrait that he
could get lost in every day. He moved his hands up her
body until they reached her blonde locks, and began
moving his fingers through her hair before things
intensified. He smiled down at her, silent, as his eyes
made a mental image of her that he would carry with him
through the remainder of his days. "I love you," he
professed to her, before lowering his face, brushing the
tip of his nose against hers, before moving to place
more kisses upon her. The lust could wait ... first came
Every time they were intimate was like another chance
to recount the story of their love. It enabled Sierra to
explain to him how deep her love really was for
Claudius. What they had was beautiful...and it was the
rarest treasure in the galaxy. She counted herself as
fortunate to have such a husband. She sighed. She adored
the feeling of his hands moving through her hair. Her
eyes focused on his. In her chest, her heart skipped a
beat. The rest of the world was beginning to melt away.
The concept of time seemed meaningless, for nothing
could rush her when she was with him. Her hands came to
rest on his chest, one positioned right over his heart.
"I love you." The words themselves carried her passion.
She giggled, nuzzling her own nose against his. She
chased his kisses. Every time their lips collided,
Sierra felt her happiness grow. "Oh, Claudius.. As silly
as it is, I can't wait to marry you again."
She rose from the bed and quickly dressed herself.
Without another word, she departed from their bedroom
while fixing her hair. Drusilla had teased her enough
this morning. She didn't want to give the teen more
ammunition. She darted into the kitchen just as her comm
began to beep. She had asked that Kerrie contact her at
a specific time...that time had arrived. "Commander
Kiley," she said, sounding relieved to hear from her. "I
need to ask a favor..." She disappeared into the pantry.
This was *not* a conversation she wanted Claudius to
Commander Kerrie Kiley had just finished feeding the
Grand Moff's pet worrt, Crassus, when she heard her
comlink beep. "This is Commander Kiley," she replied, as
she placed the empty meat tray down upon her desk and
focused on the transmission. "Of course, Milady. What is
it that you require?" she asked of her, in a polite, and
submissive tone, before sitting down at her desk and
powering up her terminal in case she needed to make
Crassus was one pet Claudius wouldn't allow to sit on
his chest. It seemed like Sierra would never be friends
with that worrt. "I need you to go to New Alderaan for
me. I think it would be better if you didn't bring
El-Nay, given what I'm going to ask you to do, it's
already not going to be an easy trip." She could be
heard audibly sighing. "I need you to convince Jelena to
come home for the weekend. It's father's day. It would
be nice if, just once, *all* the children could be home
for it." She explained. "I won't hold her against her
will. She can go home immediately afterward." Sierra's
voice sounded desperate. It had been some time since
they saw Jelena.
"Of course, milady," Kerrie replied, before Sierra
finished speaking. Unfortunately, when Sierra revealed
the purpose of the trip was to speak to Jelena she
nearly swallowed her tongue. She and Jelena had a
complicated relationship ... one that nearly resulted in
her own death. She was glad she was not in the physical
presence of Major Rodney, for all of the color left her
face and she developed a tremor. She wondered if the
trip to New Alderaan would result in Jelena attempting
to again attempt to kill her. She swallowed, before
deciding she would simply assume the shape of an alien
and pose as a simple courier. Jelena need not know the
messenger as long as she got the message, she concluded.
"It will be done, milady," she replied, simply, with an
uncomfortable voice after an even more uncomfortable
She could hear the discomfort in her friend's voice.
Sierra knew why too. Kerrie was a Clawdite. It was
expected that she would blend in to accomplish the
mission. That was the reason why she had asked Kerrie
and not El-Nay, who also had a bad relationship with
Jelena. "Kerrie, please do whatever you need to in order
to keep yourself safe. As far as Jelena goes, it's
wishful thinking. I doubt she will willingly agree to
come home. If you find yourself in trouble, abort and
come back home. I want you in one piece as well." She
said. She could hear the natives growing restless
outside the pantry. "Keep this between us. If this
surprise actually works, my husband will be very happy.
If not... It's better he never knew. Thank you,
Commander. I'll see you soon." She terminated the call
and let out a sigh. It was time to go get married ...