Flight Lieutenant Haven Anson sat in the cockpit of
the Lambda-class shuttle Kwai, which today felt more
like a school bus ... specifically, a short bus. With
the Grand Moff and his wife safely aboard along with
their newborn son, their niece, and *two* Squibs it had
seemed to take over to load everyone aboard. Even though
they were only going for a short while they had brought
enough snacks to last a week, along with several crates
of shinies to give in tribute to the Squib King. Just
when she had lifted off from the Rodney estate they had
to make an emergency landing at the New Calamar Auntie
Mae's franchise to appease the girls who were afraid
there might not be enough for the trip. She was glad to
be in the cockpit away from all the noise and near
constant giggling that filled the passenger compartment.
"We're coming up on Skor II," she announced over the
comm, as she heard the navicomputer begin to beep. She
heard a round of applause come from the back, which
caused a smirk to appear on her face. As they entered
the Squab system she could see the large garbage scowls
and Squib Needle ships bringing in refuse from all
across the galaxy, causing quite the inordinate amount
of space traffic. Gradually the ship began to descend
through the atmosphere of the planet towards the capital
of Metrobig City. "Oh you can't be serious..." she
commented to herself, as she saw the large skyscrapers
with ornate details that made the whole city look like a
cheap casino. As they neared the Metrobig Interplanetary
Spaceport she could see a large entourage of Squibs were
waiting for them. "They better not steal any of my
parts," she complained, as she readied the blaster
cannon ... just in case.
At long last, a day Sierra Rodney was looking forward
to had arrived. Since meeting Ewwiekewwieikkie years
ago, she had wondered what *exactly* a planet of Squibs
would be like. One has to imagine that everything is
shiny. She had even heard a rumor that King
Ebareebaveebeedee had a crown made of forks. If she had
to redesign the crown of the Duke of Delaya, she had to
admit, the fork design probably weighed less.
Excitement had filled the shuttle the whole way to
Skor II. Bruce longingly stared at Ewwiekewwieikkie as
she consumed ice cream. The boy was a long way off from
trying it, but it didn't stop him from being enamored by
the delicious treat that his sister consumed. Callista
hadn't stopped bouncing since they took off.
Melickielickie barely understood what was happening. In
her eyes, Claudius and Sierra were already very much so
her parents. The trauma of her family being slaughtered
before her eyes had broken her, but they were there to
put her back together.
"Horray!" Sierra cheered as Haven announced that they
had arrived at their destination. She leaned forward to
catch a look at Metrobig while clutching Bruce to her
chest. After talking with Claudius about it, she felt
confident that the adoption process would be smooth and
hassle-free. They had collected an adequate amount of
shinies to offer to the King. Ewwiekewwieikkie was also
with them, thus showing that even though they were
human, they could handle a Squib. A bright smile quickly
took Sierra's face as she saw the city and its
skyscrapers. It looked exactly as she had thought. Her
smile grew a little wider. "Wow." She said in awe. She
forced herself to remember that she had *promised* not
to come home with more than the two Squibs she brought
with her. As the craft ended, Sierra was just as giddy
with excitement as the girls. "Okay, everyone out! Stay
close, girls." She warned as she stood and adjusted the
baby wrap around her torso. She adjusted it until she
was able to rest Bruce inside. Sierra kept an eye on the
girls as she lingered by the ramp awaiting her husband.
As excited as she was, she also had her worries for him.
Claudius Rodney watched out the viewport of the
familiar sight of Metrobig City came into view. He had
not been there since the Clone Wars, more than 20 years
ago. He shifted his gaze towards Ewwiekewwieikkie,
wondering how much she remembered. Sensing she was
becoming anxious he reached out with both of his arms to
take her in a warm embrace. "You're home,
Ewwiekewwieikkie," he told her, who was being remarkable
restrained given how excited she was, and how much sugar
she had ingested. As the shuttle touched down Sierra was
quick to get the girls going down the ramp, but he
lingered somewhat behind. "Everyone listen to your
mother, or aunt," he said, in regards to Callista as he
slowly made the way down the ramp. Much had changed
since he had last lay eyes upon it ... it had been
completely rebuilt, albeit in an unconventional way. As
soon as he came into view a band began to play an
assortment of out of tune, makeshift instruments to
herald his arrival. A banner unfurled announcing
"Welcome Rodney" and many Squibs began to applaud.
Claudius still had a remarkable reputation on Skor II
for negotiating Squib salvage rights in the Alderaan
system and the role he played in liberating the world
from the Confederacy during the last war.
Ewwiekewwieikkie did not realize where they were
going, even though they told her on numerous occasions.
As she looked out the viewport in her adoptive father's
arms she began to grow quiet and tense, as her yellow
eyes looked out on the city. She began to remember. When
the ship landed she slowly moved towards the ramp and
began to look out. "Ooooh," she murmured, before slowly
waddling down the ramp. Everywhere she looked there were
Squibs. "Home?" she asked, as she brought her hand up to
scratch her chin. "Home!" she declared, as she looked
towards her family. Suddenly the began to play and she
started to clap and dance, forgetting the sadness she
had started to revisit.
It wasn't just her husband alone that she needed to
worry about. Ewwiekewwieikkie seemed to be recounting
her own past. Sierra could only imagine what she had
gone through...what Claudius and Melickielickie had gone
through. Their traumas made it make even more sense for
Melickielickie to belong in their family. Sierra was
keeping track of all three girls when the music began.
It sounded much better than the jizz that Drusilla had
introduced Sierra to. She paused on the ramp, grasping
her husband's hand. She realized what a role he had
played and was glad that they still recognized him for
the great man he was.
Melickielickie darted forward towards her sister. "Muzak!"
She squeaked, throwing her hands in the air. She started
to dance wildly. Her legs moved this way and that until
she fell onto her rear. "Home..?" She questioned,
looking towards the Squibs who had gathered before them.
She looked back at her family. "Hommeee..." She brought
a paw to her chin and scratched it. "Home!" She
exclaimed, jumping up and resuming her dance.
Callista, for the first time in her life, had been
the shy one. She wasn't ready for such a reception.
Suddenly, she was glad she decided to wear the flower
girl dress from her mother's wedding as well as her
crown. "So many Ewwies." Callista gasped, peering out
from behind her aunt. When her friends began to dance,
she decided to withdraw completely from behind Sierra.
She, too, joined in the dancing. "Weee! Ewwie, look!"
She said, wiggling her legs. "I can do the splits!" She
proclaimed, though she was standing upright in nothing
near a splits position.
Suddenly a group of Squibs began blowing their horns
as a large hovering platform moved into position, which
Claudius and his family were instructed to climb upon.
"I ... uh ... think it's a parade of some sorts," he
said, as he stepped up onto the platform, before
offering his hand to help Sierra and Bruce up onto it
was well. The platform was covered in a red fabric that
had obviously been reclaimed from somewhere, and was
accented with all sorts of fake jewelry. The Squibs
began loading the cargo of silverware and other trinkets
from the shuttle onto the platform as well, already
planning to offer lopsided trades to get it. As the
platform began to move the marching band followed them,
while other young Squibs began twirling batons and
spinning flames. It was at one point a parade, an
acrobatic performance, a circus, and a concert!
Ewwiekewwieikkie was next to climb onto the platform,
but while she was trying to dance she did remember some
of what happened here in her youth. "Boom booms," she
said, as she looked up towards Claudius. Instinctively
she moved towards him, wrapping her little alarms around
the man's leg ... she was remembering. "Droids. Ahh,"
she said, as she closed her eyes, still clinging to his
leg, as she slid down into a seated position next to
him. "Boom booms," she repeated, as she began to shake,
hanging on for dear life. For once in her life she was
overstimulated. As the fireworks erupted she imagined
herself back at the Battle of Skor II and she did not
like it one bit.
"A parade..?" Sierra gulped. It was cute to watch the
girls dance together. Even Bruce had remained awake to
watch everything going on. Taking Claudius' hand, she
moved onto the platform with their son. She saw Callista
and Melickielickie climb aboard behind Ewwiekewwieikkie,
then resume dancing until they grew tired and collapsed
on the platform. She looked over all the various
trinkets that decorated the float, as well as the
materials that made up the city. It was recycling at its
finest, she supposed. In its own way, it was beautiful.
The Squibs had thrown together quite the welcome parade.
She had never seen Squib acrobats until that day. It was
really cool! As much as she enjoyed everything, she
continued to watch over her family, especially
Ewwiekewwieikkie. The stories remained at the forefront
of her head.
Before her, she watched adoptive daughter transform.
The fireworks boomed overhead, each time changing her
more and more away from the happy, carefree Squib that
she had grown to love. Concern grew inside of her.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was shaking, clinging to Claudius like
she would float away if she let go. Sierra had not
forgotten everything that had made her a psychologist.
She saw what was happening. There was too much
stimulation, too much noise. She stepped up towards
Ewwiekewwiekkie and crouched down until she was
eye-level with her. Sierra's hand quickly disappeared
into the diaper bag at her hip. She withdrew a pair of
headphones that she had used during her pregnancy to
play classical music for Bruce to hear. Now, she placed
the headphones over Ewwiekewwieikkie's ears to block out
the noise of the fireworks. Her hand ran over the
child's back slowly. Her blue eyes glanced upward at her
husband. "We need to get her somewhere quiet." She told
Ewwiekewwieikkie gasped when she felt the headphones
slipped onto her ears, but as the soothing music began
to play her mood began to improve. She sniffled with her
nose, as she brought her paws up to wipe at her eyes.
Slowly she stood up, or rather climbed up, her father's
leg to raise back up into a standing position. Her eyes
went wide as she looked at all of the dancers and the
performers, and of course the animals. In the distance
she could see the castle where the king lived and she
began to get overly excited. "The King! The King!" she
yelled, only so much louder because she had headphones
Claudius looked down to Ewwiekewwieikkie, unsure of
what to do, but thankfully his wonderful wife seemed to
have a handle on it. "I don't think we have much
choice," he said to Sierra, as the parade float was
drawing near the castle. On the throne Claudius could
see King Ebareebaveebeedee and the Squib Polyanarchy
along with the Squib Merchandising Corporation. Suddenly
he began to feel quite unsure of himself, as this did
not look like any kind of simple adoption hearing. "Um.
I wonder if the message got garbled in translation," a
nervous Claudius told his wife, as confetti began to
fall from the high rises onto the parade. On the street
level the Squibs began to rush out and grab hold of the
falling confetti to be traded after the festivities only
to be used again during the next one.
"I was afraid of that..." Sierra said, hoping that
the headphones would do the trick long enough for
everything to settle down. They seemed to work, and,
however briefly, Ewwiekewwiekkie's mood was restored.
She rose as she, too noticed the castle, King
Ebareebaveebeedee, and all who had crowded for what was
supposed to be a generally simple adoption. She was
beginning to feel nervous. Despite her royal blood, this
was far out of her comfort zone. She worried that they
hadn't brought enough of an offering, or that something
would go wrong and Melickielickie would find herself
with another family. "What could it have gotten garbled
to?" She anxiously asked him. "Maybe we should have
brought more forks. We could get them all addicted to
Auntie Mae's. That should make the adoption process
easier." Sierra joked dryly.
"*A crown*!" Callista screamed, running the length of
the float to point at King Ebareebaveebeedee. "*He has a
crown*! *He's wearing a crown*!" Callista brought her
hands to her head. "I can *not* believe it!" She
squeaked. She always wondered why Auntie Zara and Uncle
Marcus didn't always wear their crowns. In her eyes,
they were the most fashionable accessory in the whole
galaxy. Callista quickly skipped her way back towards
Sierra and Claudius with a look of astonishment on her
face. "He has a crown! He has a *crown*!" She repeated.
"I'm gonna tell Uncle Marcus *allll* about this! King
Eba... Ebaree... King E wears one! He should too!"
Callista couldn't begin to pronounce the Squib King's
name. She had made Sierra say it at least a hundred
times on the way there.
When the float came to a halt they found themselves
at the base of a dais that contained the King and all of
the high officials of Skor II. Each was dressed more
ridiculously than the next as the displays of wealth and
opulence were important in Squib culture. "Certainly we
have enough," Claudius said to Sierra, as he looked down
at Callista's excited display. He took his wife's hand
and moved from the platform to walk up the rolled out
carpet up towards the King with his family in tow. The
loud horns continued to blow as the welcoming ceremony
drew on. Behind them the Squibs carried out the creates
of trinkets that the family had brought them them,
laying it out before the King, and bowing.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was hiding behind her adoptive
father, cautiously walking up the stairs to meet the
King. As the group came to a stop in front of the throne
her eyes caught a glimpse of the forks and spoons being
given to the king. "Hey! Wait! Those mine!" she said, as
she moved towards them. "No! Sierra! Mistake! These are
mine," she said, as she climbed onto the pile and began
growling, swatting her hands at anyone who dared get
near it. She wanted Melickielickie to come and stay with
them, but she was not quite prepared to part with *all*
of the good silver.
King Ebareebaveebeedee remembered Claudius Rodney
when he arrived as ambassador from the Alderaan system.
He rose from his throne, holding a scepter that seemed
like a bunch of large serving spoons glued together. He
rose his arms instructing his people calm down, but they
were all too excited to stop their cheers. "You big time
negotiator," he said, as he brought his paw up to his
muzzle and stares at Claudius. "Many Squibs make big
profits cleaning Alderaan system because of you," he
said, as he waved his scepter around. "Then you come
save us during war. Then you save Ewwiekewwieikkie. Now
you save Melickielickie. Hmm. Hmm," he said, as he
walked around the Imperial Grand Moff with his two Squib
children. "I declare you..." he said, as he raised his
scepter, and poked Claudius in the ribs with it. "Big
Time Here of Beyond-Squib Eliteness!" he said, as he
continued to poke him in the ribs. With that, he turned
and instructed his servants to unveil the statue. They
pulled down a sheet that revealed a very poorly made
statue of Claudius Rodney, much like the one that had
stood of former Jedi Master Mace Windu, to honor their
It seemed an endless amount of stairs separated them
from King Ebareebaveebeedee. Sierra watched as
Melickielickie pushed past her and began racing up the
stairs. "Eeee!" The little Squib, dressed in what looked
to be one of her mother's t-shirts, presented herself in
front of the King with a happy, frantic wave. "Hi. Hi!"
Instead of bowing, she extended her arms to hug his leg.
"Hi hi!" She squeaked. Her yellow eyes watched all the
shinies that they'd brought going away to other people.
"Nu!" She cried, releasing the King's leg and running to
her sister. "These Ewwie's!" She proclaimed, stomping
her little foot. Her paw reached into a sleeve of the
shirt, pulling forth an extra shiny serving spoon she
had snuck away. She offered it to her sister. "For you!"
Sierra Rodney stood before the King with her husband
and her girls. Callista was nearly foaming at the mouth.
She thought King Ebareebaveebeedee's crown was the
coolest thing she'd ever seen. Sierra bowed respectfully
before the King. "Thank you for making time for us, King
Ebareebaveebeedee." In the baby sling, Bruce began to
reach outwards towards the scepter. It was so far beyond
his reach that he began to make grunts of frustration.
Before them, Sierra listened to the King name all the
various things Claudius had done for the people of Skor
II. Her pride in him swelled time and time again. Her
husband was a *good* person. In her eyes, he was as good
as they came. It was good to see someone appreciating
him properly. Her hand squeezed his excitedly. She
didn't know what was coming until he was named the 'Big
Time Hero of Beyond-Squib Eliteness'. In doing her
research prior to the trip, Sierra knew what a big deal
the title was. "Ohmygosh! Congratulations, my love!"
To make things that much better, the servants
revealed a statue of Claudius. It made her think of how
many times they had playfully joked about Julius
uprighting a statue of her uterus. It turns out Claudius
was the one to get the state. She was beaming. This was
what he deserved. She didn't stop herself from embracing
him. "You really are the Big Time Hero of Beyond-Squib
Eliteness." She whispered, her eyes lighting up.
Claudius was flabbergasted. Never did he expect such
an event to take place. He had simply wanted to petition
the King for the rights to adopt Melickielickie, and now
he found himself being given the greatest award given by
the Squib people to offworlders. He staggered slightly,
finding himself quite taken aback by the statute and the
weight of the title. He examined the statue, while
vainly bringing his hand up to his face to see if the
lines on the statue matched the lines on the statute.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. You honor me with your
praise," he said, before bowing his head to the King in
a respectful gesture. Fortunately, Sierra was not a
meddlesome ISB agent, for the Emperor would not have
been pleased to have one of his Grand Moffs bow to a
foreign ruler. "There is the matter of the adoption of
Melickielickie he said," as he reached to take Sierra's
hand, to introduce him to the King. "We have brought the
necessary display of wealth to show that we will be good
parents to the girl," he told him, before turning to
show the chests of silverware that Ewwiekewwieikkie was
preparing to defend to the death.
"Hmm," King Ebareebaveebeedee murmured, as he bent
down to look at the chests. His eyes then moved towards
Claudius and then Sierra. As his eyes trailed down
Claudius' chest he spotted the glimmer of his rank
insignia, particularly the three gold squares. "Gold
better than silver," he said, as he began stroking his
chin and tapping his foot impatiently. "If you want
Melickielickie you give gold!" he declared, before
reaching forward with his scepter and slapping the rank
insignia pinned to Claudius' chest. "Your daughter keep
silver. I keep gold," he said, before widening his eyes
as he looked at the man. "Grand bargain," he said,
before spitting in his paw, and offering it up to the
Sierra was going to need to get a picture of that
statue before they left. It was amazing! The
conversation turned back to Melickielickie, who had
rejoined the family and was clinging to Sierra's leg
happily. Sierra was trying to make a good impression
with the King. "We believe Melickielickie will be
happiest with us. She has taken to life inside our
home." She didn't want to see Ewwiekewwieikkie and
Melickielickie separated. Though, after Claudius had
been honored as such, she doubted that the King was
going to deny him of a second Squib child. To her
surprise, the King decided he wanted a new deal. Looking
at the insignia on Claudius' chest, she realized that
they should have left it in the Kwai to avoid something
like this happening...just like she had done with her
wedding ring. Admittedly, it was *very* weird not to
wear it. The insignia on her chest wasn't nearly as cool
as Claudius' so it wouldn't do for an equivalent trade.
She didn't even have to hear her husband's answer to
predict it. Claudius had selflessly chosen his family
time and time again. Even the value of the rank insignia
was meaningless when you looked at it next to the girls.
Sierra's fingers slowly laced between his and gave him a
As if they could read her mind an opportunistic Squib
vendor approached Sierra pushing a cart filled with
miniature replicas of the Claudius statue. "You want
bargain? I bargain with you," the Squib declared, before
reaching into the cart and pulling out a large replica
of Claudius' head and offering it to Sierra. "Better
than the one you come with!" he declared, as he studied
her for any sign of trade goods. "King say you no need
give spoons for girl. Maybe you want give spoons for
head, eh? Eh?" he pressed, as he began to offer up the
bronze likeness of Claudius to her once again. "Is good
bargain. This one no talk," he said, as he looked over
towards the real Claudius.
Claudius sighed as he reached over to his rank
insignia and peeled it from his uniform. There was no
denying that there was a severe breach of protocol with
stripping his rank in front of a foreign ruler, but he
was not about to leave without Melickielickie. "You
drive a tough bargain, Your Majesty, but I will agree to
your terms," he said, as he offered up the insignia to
the King. "Gold for girl," he declared, feeling
something like an ancient slave trader in Hutt Space.
The King snatched the rank insignia from Claudius and
began moving away. "No tradebacksies!" he declared, as
he pinned the insignia to his chest, which caused a
bunch of jealous Squibs to groan in jealousy. His
bargaining skills are what led him to the throne in the
first place. "You take Melickielickie. You take good
care of her. If we hear you no take such good care of
her we take back! You'll see!" he warned, as he returned
to his throne, while continuing to stroke his newly
acquired insignia. He thought the Grand Moff not as
clever as him to make such a trade. Perhaps the
Imperials were not as smart as they wanted him to
Oh ho! They had *miniature* versions of it?! She
imagined how good the head would look on her desk. The
Squib made her laugh with his jokes. She had clearly
come with the better head. "I'll bargain." She whispered
to the vendor. "A hundred spoons for one of those
heads." Ewwiekewwieikkie surely didn't need *all* of the
shinies they had brought with them. Her attention turned
away from the vendor. She watched Claudius give up his
rank insignia for the small Squib at her feet. It
brought a tear to Sierra's eyes. He was the Big Time
Hero of Beyond-Squib Eliteness of her heart. She
couldn't quite make such an individual statue of him,
but she lived her life, day by day, devoted to him and
his happiness. She was relieved when the King proclaimed
that they could take Melickielickie. Sierra liked to
look at things from all perspectives, which had resulted
in her developing a real fear that they would go back
home without the littlest Squib. She tried to mentally
prepare herself for it, but she couldn't. Now she didn't
have to. Sierra embraced her husband tight. "Thank you,
thank you so much." She whispered. There were tears
streaming down her cheeks. She possessed a heart far
bigger than she was willing to admit. Melickielickie had
already taken a piece of her heart for the long haul.
Melickielickie had been observing everything going on
up until the point when her adoptive father gave up his
special shiny for *her*. The action only made sense in a
childlike way. She had run her paws along the shiny
before, but even she understood that it was special. The
little Squib rose to her feet and looked up at her
father. She snuggled him, her face pressing against his
trousers. She left behind blue fur. "Daddy, me love
you!" She exclaimed for the very first time.
Claudius reached down and picked up Melickielickie so
that she could see the crowd. "I love you too,
Melickielickie," but as he gained a new daughter, he
wondered if Ewwiekewwieikkie was right about another
child following in short order. He turned when he heard
the commotion as Ewwiekewwieikkie and the vendor were
battling over the silverware the Sierra had traded for
the miniaturized version of himself. "I never knew I was
worth 100 spoons," he said, before placing a kiss upon
Melickielickie's cheek and placing her back down to let
her run loose. It was then that he looked down and saw
Callista, who he assumed would be quite overwhelmed.
"Your Majesty, allow me to present my niece, 'Princess'
Callista," he said, as he reached over to move her into
position to meet the King. He would have picked her up,
but in that event she would have towered over him.
King Ebareebaveebeedee looked towards Callista, or
rather Callista's tiara. "You must be powerful," he
declared, based solely on the decorative nature of her
tiara. "Hmm," he said, as he moved his paw up to his
chin and looked down at the young girl. "I make you ally
of the Squib people so if we need help you help,
Princess," he said, before nodding his head, and
touching his scepter to her shoulder. "Where you come
from who collects trash?" he asked, as his tongue began
to press against his cheeks. There was always the
opportunity for a bargain to be made. "Hmm?" he asked,
as he moved closer towards her.
The little Squib's yellow eyes went large as she
stared at the crowd. "Ooooh..." There were so many
people. She began to wave with both of her paws. "Hi!
Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!" Her head turned. "You worth lots of
spoons." She told him, a serious nod of her head
followed. As soon as he placed her on the ground,
Melickielickie ran off to tackle her sister. "Ewwie!"
And then to side against Sierra in the fight over 100
spoons. "I give you two spoons!" She told her adoptive
mother, reaching into her sleeves and producing two more
serving spoons. It made Sierra wonder how many the child
was carrying on her persons ... and how.
Callista was a little star struck. She trusted her
uncle, and made little steps towards the King. At her
introduction, she performed a perfect curtsey. "Thank
you for making time for us, King... Eba... Eebbe... King
E!" She recalled how her aunt had presented herself in
front of him. Her finger nudged her tiara back onto her
head. "Oh yes, I'm *very* powerful!" She declared,
flexing one of her arms. His words were going right over
her head. Whatever the King did, it made Callista like
him. She felt comfortable approaching him. "Okay! I'll
help you anytime. Ewwie is my best friend ever. I help
her too." She felt special as his scepter touched her
shoulder. She rested her hand where it had touched her.
"Wow..." She whispered under her breath. "Ummm. My mama
and daddy collect the trash." She explained. "Sometimes
I do too. Mama is always saying I should clean up after
myself. Mama is very wise and powerful." She pointed a
finger at the statue of Claudius. "I like the statue you
made. It's beautiful!"
King Ebareebaveebeedee backed up when Callista
declared her power, as he believed it to be true. She
had, after all, come with an Imperial Grand Moff. "You
help the Squibs?" he asked, speaking to her like she was
an adult. He then quickly moved his hand to shake with
her hers to seal the bargain. When he listened to her
speak about her parents his eyes went wide with wonder
and amazement. "I must meet them. I will bargain for
their trash," he said, before she distracted him by
pointing to the statue. "It was very expensive, but I
got good price," he told her, feeling quite proud of
himself, as he puffed up his chest with his new rank
Claudius was not sure what to do about Callista's
interaction with the King, as it seemed the wise old
leader of Skor II thought she actually was a Princess.
He did not have the heart to tell either of them. "How
are you feeling?" he whispered quietly to Sierra, as she
slipped an arm around her. He was mindful of what she
had said the other day, and he was already subtly
shifting back to overprotective mode. "Do you want to
see the doctor?" he asked, as the last thing he wanted
was to walk her by a bunch of Squib snouts to solicit
opinions that way. "Ewwiekewwieikkie, come here," he
said, as he motioned for his daughter to stop fighting
over the silverware.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was busy trying to box up the
silverware, disappointed that Sierra had traded 100 of
them for the miniature statue. It was then that she was
tackled by Melickielickie, causing her to stumble
somewhat, and nearly falling off the dais. "I love you,
sister!" she said, as she wrapped her arms around her
little sister. Only when her father summoned her did she
release Melickielickie before she began to scamper over
to him. "We're rich!" she declared, having never
realized it like Drusilla had, until the entire amount
of their silverware was put on full display. "Did you
know?" she asked, as she wondered whether or not they
could buy even more snacks for the flight home.
Claudius lowered himself next to Ewwiekewwieikkie as
he focused on the young Squib. "Ewwiekewwieikkie, what
did you mean when you told Sierra that someone else was
coming?" he asked her, as his face lit up with the
excitement and wonder of the possibility of having
another child come so quickly. He knew she had a
superior olfactory senses to humans, but could she
really detect a pregnancy, and in such an early state.
He allowed himself to hope in that moment, as he hung on
every movement for a response.
Ewwiekewwieikkie laughed when her father got down to
her level. "Yay!" she said, as she reached out and gave
him a big hug. When she asked him the question she
paused for a moment, before looking towards Sierra.
"Hmm," she said, before moving over towards her
stepmother. "It's simple," she said, as she reached up
to point out baby Bruce. "One of these in there!" she
said, before poking Sierra in the belly. "House too
small, but we rich, so use spoons for new house," she
informed them, as she scampered back to safeguard her
silverware in the same manner that Drusilla had done the
family jewels. Unfortunately, she moved too quickly, and
when she stumbled she fell. "Ouch!" she said, as she
grabbed her knee, but when she impacted a jewel flew out
of her. There was a loud cheer among the crowd and the
Squibs began moving towards the jewel, while others
bowed to her, worshiping her as if she was some sort of
Callista nodded her head quickly. "Yup! All you gotta
do is call me!" She took his hand, giggling through the
whole entire deal. The little girl had no idea what she
was doing. She simply liked the attention. "I bet mama
and daddy would like to meet you too! They don't need
their trash. They'll give it to you." She told him
confidently. "There's lots of trash where I live. Not
just mine and my family's. Other people's too. You can
have *all* of it." She thought it was very wise of the
King to trade Melickielickie for such a pretty pin.
"I'll bring my mommy and daddy. We can all have a tea
party, okay?" She stuck her hand back out, making yet
another deal with the Squib King.
Sierra was keeping the statue! After making the deal and
arguing with Ewwiekewwieikkie, she rejoined her love.
She leaned into him. The interaction between the King
and Callista was adorable. The little girl was so
excited. She looked at him with the same awe in her eyes
that she had with all the people she loved. Callista was
such a sweet little girl... Though Sierra had just
adopted a daughter, her thoughts began to trail back to
the conversations she and Claudius had about having a
daughter of their own. Olivia. She wondered if it would
really happen so soon. It seemed to be the way of a
higher power that they were able to procreate easily.
"I'm feeling good." She whispered back to him. "How are
you?" Sierra placed a kiss on his cheek. There was no
morning sickness to conquer as of yet, which was making
Sierra wonder if Ewwiekewwiekkie's nose had been wrong.
She laughed, shaking her head. "No, no, no. We discussed
the problems with Squib doctors. Should we go see Doctor
Tohan?" They were both feeling impatient.
Melickielickie was having the best day ever. She
snuggled her sister on the ground. "Me love *you* too!"
She squeaked, happily licking Ewwie's face. She darted
right after her sister while holding as many spoons as
she could in each hand. She jingled when she walked. The
front pocket of her shirt was full of spoons. "Mommeeeeeee"
She squeaked, offering Sierra five spoons.
Sierra smiled down at Melickielickie. "Ooh, thank
you. Just what I needed!" She took the spoons, then
wrapped her daughter up in a tight hug. Her heart felt
light and happy. Everything worked out well. She was
relieved that the day hadn't wore on Ewwiekewwieikkie
and that she was able to be happy with them. Sierra
overheard what Claudius asked Ewwiekewwieikkie. There
was only one Squib nose that was so familiar with her
scent. Suddenly, she ignored everything else to hear
what she had to say. Was there a baby? *Another* baby?
Her explanation was simple: there was another Bruce in
her tummy. Ewwiekewwieikkie was no doctor, but her
confidence was hard to ignore. Sierra's eyes became hot
and teary for the millionth time today. There was
another baby. The realization washed over her in the
happiest of ways. "Claudius..." She sniffled. She
crouched down to hug him tightly. "It.. It *must* be
true. We're going to have another baby." The day
couldn't possibly get better...and then it did. She
pressed her head against his shoulder as she cried happy
King Ebareebaveebeedee was overwhelmed by the
generosity of Princess Callista, which made him believe
she was a shrewd negotiator setting him up to be
swindled later. "Yes. Yes we have a bargain," he told
her, greedily, as he rubbed his hands together
feverishly. "I will send the reclamation fleet to
collect the trash at once!" he said, realizing the
longer that he gave her to think about it, the greater
the chance for her to change her mind. This was exactly
the kind of news he needed to cement his reign given the
growing pressure on the planet as the Galactic Civil War
Claudius was overwhelmed by the news that
Ewwiekewwieikkie had given them. He wanted it to be true
... he needed it to be true. He rose back up, moving to
wrap his arms around his wife, and thoroughly embrace
her. "I love you. I love our whole family," he told her,
as he stood on the dais surrounded by celebrating
Squibs. Next to them a group of Squibs had come to raise
Ewwiekewwieikkie into the air, believing her to be a
magical creature that laid jewels. They were squeezing
her and tickling her as best they could to make more
gemstones appear. Even now a cult of Ewwiekewwieikkie
was forming as word of the magical jewel laying Squib
spread through the city. He would never forget the day
he had become a Big Time Hero of Beyond-Squib Eliteness.