"This is just
like taking the complimentary soap at a hotel,
right?" Elayne Hobbes said as she walked with the
comforter for the bed wrapped up in a bundle in her
arms. "I mean, think of all the things we can do
with this thing. This is *prime* tent material here.
We can hide from adult responsibilities!" She made
her way to the landing pad where the Sigma-class
shuttle Gilded Thranta awaited them. She had already
stowed away the comfortable robes for Mr. Cool and
Mrs. Sexy. They would be the envy of all at the
station if anyone found out what kind of comfort
they were living in. "I saw a really cool candelabra
in the kitchen... Should we take it? Do we *really*
have a use for something so frivolous and fancy?"
She lazily shoved the comforter into the Gilded
Thranta. Despite Commander Zoran pulling strings to
give them a nice honeymoon, she didn't feel the
least bit bad about stealing from some jerkface
Imperial Grand Moff.
Hobbes was doing his best to drag the Corellian king
mattress out of the Grand Moff's aquatic retreat. It
was not so much that it was heavy, but that it was
difficult to move through the corridors of the
circular structure. "Thanks for all the help," he
said, mockingly, as he brought his forearm to his
forehead to wipe away all the sweat. He clung to the
mattress, hanging over it, and desperately trying to
catch his breath. "Yes. Take everything. They can
afford more," he said, between gasps of breath, as
he moved out towards the landing platform. "We're
going to be so glad we do this when we get back to
base," he said to her, as he began moving up the
ramp of the shuttle with the mattress.
stumbled backwards, acting weak. "I couldn't
possibly help you! It's my legs!" She nodded her
head seriously even though she did, in fact, start
helping him with the mattress once all the hard work
was accomplished. "We're going to have to redecorate
when we get back. We could sell some of the useless
stuff, take some of the good stuff back to our
house." She helped shove the mattress into the ship.
It took up a lot of room, but it was totally worth
it. She and Dillon would sleep on clouds for the
remainder of the war. Her hand linked with his as
she made her way back into the aquatic home. "It's
too bad we can't bottle up the smell and take it
with us. That's my least favorite thing about the
station." She took him to the kitchen where she
grabbed the expensive looking candelabra from the
middle of the table. She made her way over to the
fridge. "Dillon! Look at all these Auntie Mae's
pudding pops!" Elayne reached to the bottom of her
shirt to create a makeshift kangaroo pouch and began
quickly grabbing *all* of the pudding pops. "Is this
what it's like to have money? Do they only eat ice
cream and pudding?"
going to hate us," Dillon teased her, as he lay the
mattress down on the floor of the cargo compartment
of the shuttle. A moment later he dramatically fell
backwards, collapsing on the bed, and spreading his
arms and legs out. "Okay. I moved the mattress. You
fly," he told her, as he closed his eyes and
pretended to be asleep. But when he opened his eyes
he could hear her from the kitchen looting more
stuff. "Ugh," he groaned, as he got up from his
makeshift bed and began moving back towards the
kitchen. "Pudding pops? It sure beats the rations on
the station. Take them. Take them *all*," he pleaded
with her, as he reached into the draws and began
taking the silverware. "Wait. Why is there blue fur
on this?" he asked her, as he began showing her the
forks. "I suppose it is, but I have never had money
to know what it's like to have money," he said, with
a wink, before leaning over to place a quick kiss
"Let them hate
us! At least we'll be well rested." Elayne laughed.
She made her way over to him to look at the
silverware. There, she kissed him and laughed more.
Her mood had been sky high since they were married.
It remained there thanks to a rewarding honeymoon. "Ew...
Either rich people eat blue fur, or there's some
*really* weird kinky shit going on here. I don't
want to know! Leave ‘em! You know, in all the
pillaging we've done, I've yet to find their
alcohol. There's *no* way they don't drink." She
complained, sitting down at a bar stool near the
counter. "Is there anything else you wanna grab?
Ohcrap!" The bar stool cracked beneath her. She
rapidly stood up before she could fall over and lose
all of the pudding pops. "Maybe they should have
splurged on their chairs." She commented. She was
still slightly disturbed by the fur on the forks.
been beating them so badly lately maybe they drank
it all to stop thinking about it," Dillon suggested
to her, as he watched the stool began to crack and
immediately went into a panic. He moved forward in a
flash, grabbing her by the side to keep her from
falling to the ground. "Well, a pregnant woman does
sit on them," he said, with a smirk, as he smiled
over towards her. "I think we've gotten everything.
More than we can even carry," he said, as he put
back the silverware covered in blue fur. "You're
right about one thing. I'm going to miss this air,"
he told her, as he inhaled deeply, and took in the
her arms around his neck as he came to her rescue.
"My hero," she snickered. She kissed him again.
"It's true... She probably made the stool weak.
What's up with that anyway? Pregnant again? That guy
needs to get off of her!" She released Dillon. They
had relaxed. They had their intimate moments. They
even had stayed up creating elaborate stories about
the sea cows with blasters who wanted to kill them.
Now it was time to return to the station. "I guess I
can't make fun of them too much. You're going to be
a damn monster once the war ends." The sound of the
Major's laughter was interrupted by something else:
an engine. Elayne lifted her head. "Shit, we need to
get out of here!" She grabbed his hand, instantly
bolting for their ship. The fun and games were over.
If the Grand Moff was returning home, she didn't
want to be there to meet him!
"He's a dirty
old man. What's the age difference between them?
...in centuries," Dillon snickered, as he beamed at
his beautiful, age appropriate wife. "Yes. I'd like
to have a family when the war ends. I wouldn't want
to raise chil-" but he stopped when he heard the
sound of an engine. "They are not going to be
happy," he said, as he took his wife by the arm and
began running towards the shuttle. When he moved up
the ramp his foot collided with the large mattress,
causing him to fall haphazardly forward. But,
fortunately, he landed right on the mattress. "Get
her warmed. We've gotta get out of here," he said,
as he looked up at her from the mattress.
"I think we're
gonna need all of my fingers and toes and all of
your fingers and toes to figure out the age
difference." Elayne snickered. They would have to
continue making fun of Imperials and shaping their
future later. Right now, leaving was the most
important thing. Elayne opened up her arms wide to
attempt to catch Dillon, but instead the mattress
caught him. "See! It was worth bringing with us!"
She dove into the cockpit where she began preparing
for lift off as quickly as possible. The ramp began
to raise and draw back into the ship.
class shuttle Kwai was descending down towards
Claudius and Sierra's private sea home. "That's
strange. There's another ship on the port." Sierra
informed her husband. No guests had been invited to
their home. She knew Marcus and Zara used a G-1A
transporter. Her eyes caught the blue hair of the
female Rebel pilot along with a male. "We've got
visitors!" She announced as adrenaline began to pump
through her. She felt overprotective over her home.
Immediately, she was on the warpath. She reached
forward into a code protected compartment in the
cockpit, quickly entering a code. She drew a blaster
pistol from it. One should not mess with a
hormonally charged pregnant woman. If Sierra got her
hands on Elayne and Dillon, they'd learn that
Claudius asked his wife, as he looked out of the
shuttle's viewport at the ship on the platform. "Is
it Zara and Marcus' ship?" he asked, but as he
looked closer he saw that it was another shuttle ...
and not of Alderaanian design. "This is restricted
space. Is it poachers?" he asked her, as he had
remembered his brother telling him about his
encounter with them. "Easy there. Think of our
children," he said to her, as he reached across the
center console and placed his hand on hers as she
was grabbing the weapon. "I'll handle this. After
all, I was once in a battle," he said, with a wink,
as he referenced his activity in the Clone Wars at
"Get us out of
here, Elayne!" Dillon yelled, as he scampered up
from the mattress and began moving towards the
cockpit. His hand moved above him to the control
panel where he began toggling switches to bring the
reactor online. "They're getting closer," he said,
as he watched the looming sight of the Lambda-class
shuttle approach. "Think I should hop in the turret
and try and blast them?" he asked her, arching his
eyebrow, as the chance to eliminate high level
Imperials was rarely afforded them.
"Come on! Come
on! Come on! Damnit, this stupid shit ship is so
slow!" Elayne yelled at the shuttle. "Why are you
doing this to me?" She complained. "They're too
close. Get in the turret! Take them down! There's a
million Imperials. No one's going to miss whoever is
in that ship." She assumed it was the Grand Moff, or
possibly even the Governor of Delaya. She thought
that all Imperials were friends. At last, the ramp
fully folded up and the engines finished heating up.
Elayne grabbed the controls. The next time she
looked up, the shuttle was even closer. "Dillloonnnn!
I need an opening. It's blocking us!"
frowned. "Poachers?! If this is another attempt by
Papius to eliminate the thranta population I
will..." She mumbled some words under her breath.
Sierra let out a sigh, releasing the weapon to her
husband. He had leverage on her now that she was
pregnant again. Compromising the health of the twins
wasn't an option. "Okay, but you need to be careful,
Claudius. I don't want you to get hurt..." She would
prefer not to do this battle in the sky, so she
began to land. The platform was big enough for both
ships. Next time, she was bringing Haven, Sierra
Dillon said, as he jumped up from the co-pilot's
seat and ran towards the back of the shuttle where
the turret was located. He climbed up the ladder as
best as he could until he was in the ventral laser
cannon turret. "Try and hold her steady," he asked
Elayne over the comm, as he rotated the turret until
the targeting computer locked onto the Lambda-class
shuttle. When the red screen flashed yellow he
pulled back on the trigger and unleashed a torrent
of green laser blasts at the shuttle. "Whew!" that
got it, he cheered, as he watched the blasts impact
with the shuttle's lower left wing.
Claudius screamed to Sierra as the shuttle
unexpectedly opened fire on them. Unfortunately, it
was too late, and their lower port wing was hit.
"Brace!" he pleaded, as he foolishly removed his
safety harness to put himself in between Sierra and
the control panel so that her pregnant belly would
not slam forward into it. As the shuttle began to
spin out of control he held onto his wife for dear
life to give her added protection. "I love you!" he
yelled to her, over the sound of the straining
engine as they spiralled out of control,
dramatically nearing the island below.
Elayne did her
best to maneuver the shuttle. "This is the best I've
got for you!" She told him over the comm. There were
many, many advantages to being married to Dillon. A
mentionable one was that he could actually use the
turret *and* hit his target. Elayne's jaw fell open
as the green laser blasts collided with the
shuttle's wing. "*Hell yeah*!" She yelled. "You got
him! You killed a Grand Moff, Dillon! ... And now
we're getting out of here!" The shuttle was going
down. Elayne didn't think twice about blasting off
out of the Delaya atmosphere as quickly as possible.
She didn't know if the Grand Moff traveled in packs.
It didn't sound appealing to be engaged by TIEs in
the Gilded Thantra. "Holy shit in a handbasket."
Elayne said as she programmed the ship to blast off
into hyperspeed. Had Dillon really done what she
thought he did..?
were moving over the controls quickly. She attempted
to evade, by the Kwai was struck regardless. Her
heart burst out from her chest. They were
*crashing*. "Oh no!" She didn't know what to do. In
a panic, she pressed a distress button on the
control panel. If she was lucky, someone would be
near and capable of saving them. She began to brace
herself for the impact with the island when Claudius
placed himself between her and the control panel.
"Claudius..." She whimpered. Her hands locked on
him. She knew exactly why he did what he did. It was
the best way to protect their unborn children, but
she was scared for him, for *both* of them. She
cried, clinging harder. "I love you!" She yelled.
Suddenly, she released him. Her hands grasped the
controls, pulling upward in attempt to smooth the
spiral as much as she could. The nose of the Kwai
was pointed towards the island, which was coming up
much more quickly than she wanted it to. "We're
impacting!" She yelled in warning, jerking the
controls at the last minute. Her hands released to
avoid breaking her wrists. The nose of the ship
angled just in time. Instead of hitting the island
nose-first, it instead skidded across the sand as if
Sierra had been attempting to land and failed
miserably. She wasn't able to decrease speed, so the
shuttle continued to move forward through the trees
until nature stopped them.
There were a
million different loud, blaring noises coming from
the pit. The viewport in front of them had
shattered. Trees cut through into the cockpit.
Sierra felt like she was going to have a heart
attack or five. She had been entirely shielded by
none other than her foolish, all too loving husband.
When the Kwai
impacted Claudius' body was immediately forced
forward onto the control panel, bruising his ribs,
but he succeeded in shielding his pregnant wife from
a rough impact. "Sierra," he said, groggily, before
coughing from the force of his lungs being jostled
around his rib cage. The power was out and the
internal lights of the cabin glowed a shade of red
as the emergency backup systems began to activate.
Conduits in the shuttle began to burst and smoke
filled the cabin, while sparks began to flare and a
fire began. Upon impact the emergency distress
beacon activated alerting the Imperial forces
stationed in the Alderaan system to their peril.
"Get out ... before it blows," he said to her,
weakly, as he attempted to focus his vision on her.
Now he would need a vacation from the vacation he
took to recover from his vacation.
extremely concerned for the safety of her husband.
It had been a terrible landing. There was no way it
wasn't painful for him. She was momentarily caught
up in shock. It had all happened very quickly. The
conditions in the cabin were getting worse. She
could smell the fire. Time was running out. The
moment the fire reached the fuel tanks, everything
would go up in flames. Sierra began to breathe
again. She had to get them both out immediately.
"You're coming with me..." She weakly declared.
Sierra drew herself out of her seat. She slammed her
fist on a button which forced the ramp out from the
Kwai. Smoke continued to fill the cabin as a
constant reminder that she needed to keep moving
*fast*. She wrapped her arms around his upper torso,
to avoid what she worried would be multiple broken
ribs. She quickly moved forward through the flames
and smoke, pressing forward down the ramp and into
the sand. "Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry..!" The fire
was crackling behind them. She guided him away from
the crash site and into the debris the shuttle had
left behind. She pulled him behind a large tree that
was still standing just in time for the flames to
reach the fuel tank. Sierra pressed her body into
his, this time, she was trying to protect him. They
were lucky to both be alive after their insane
emergency landing. She looked at her husband with
tears streaming down her face. "I'm going to take
care of you," she cried. His selfless act had
touched her deeply. "We have to get to our home.
I'll call for help there." She promised him.
expected to be attacked at his retreat in the sea
islands. "Those ... those were no poachers," he
warned her, wanting to give her opinion in case he
lost consciousness. When he was shielded behind the
tree he took a moment to catch his breath, panting
heavily, as he tried to collect himself. He could
not believe they were attacked at their retreat in
the sea islands ... no one knew they were going
there so he doubted it was an assassination attempt.
"Just ... get me to our bed," he pleased with his
wife, as he moved his left hand to cover his rib
cage. He knew that there was only one person she
could call for help ... Governor Papius Arundel.
This was going to be hard to explain, and his
presence in the system could cause them more trouble
than whomever attacked them did. All he could think
about was getting into his large comfortable bed and
relaxing for a bit.
"No they were
not..." Sierra wondered who they were. In the wake
of the disaster, she recalled that she had pressed
the distress signal. There was a good chance that
Papius himself was on his way now in hopes that he
would catch Claudius. Sierra wasn't going to let
that happen. A broken up plan was formulating in her
head as she began shuffling her husband towards
their home. "Take it slow.... Really slow." She was
very concerned for his wellbeing. She needed one
person right now: Doctor Tohan. The Ithorian could
examine the damage and help them.
It seemed to
take a full thirty minutes to make it up the path of
destruction and to their home. It took another
lifetime to reach the bedroom. Sierra had missed all
the things that were missing until she stood at the
doorway leading into their room. She was breathing
heavily from stress and exhaustion. "What the
*hell*?!" She cried out. "Where's our bed!?" The
frame was still there but everything else was
*gone*. She began to recognize other problems. There
were wet, used towels on the ground that a neat
freak like Sierra wouldn't allow. There were items
from her vanity scattered about all over the room,
leaving Sierra to wonder just what had happened. Out
of all of the mess, there was one thing she noticed:
a jacket. A *Rebel* jacket. Her blood pressure
surged through the roof. She was *furious*. *Rebels*
had been in their home! *Rebels* had ransacked their
turned around and made her way towards Drusilla's
bedroom before the Rebel jacket gave her husband a
heart attack. Her comlink began to beep on her
uniform. "I pressed a distress signal when we went
down." She explained to Claudius, trying to hustle
now. "I will bet you any amount of credits that
Papius is on our doorstep. We *cannot* let him find
you." She ignored all of the obnoxious boy band
posters in Dru's room as she lowered her husband to
the bed. "I'm going to call for Doctor Tohan."
arrived back within the retreat he hoped that he
would be soon afforded the ability to rest, but
instead he found that their bedroom had been
ransacked and his bed had been stolen. "No..." he
said, as he settled into a chair to catch his breath
while Sierra inspected the rest of the structure. By
the sound of her it seemed that other rooms in the
retreat had been affected as well. He moved his hand
against his bruised ribs and began a breathing
exercise to attempt to steady himself. Whomever had
attacked him would pay dearly for this.
The sound of
twin ion engines began to fill the sky as a flight
of TIE Strikers arrived on scene, They circled over
a crash site as the shuttle carrying Governor Papius
Arundel and a squad of Shore troopers began
arriving. As it landed the various wildlife that
taken up residence began to scatter, moving deeper
out into the ocean, or into the jungle inland on the
island. Papius sneered as he looked at the island,
thinking it a waste of space, as he began to move
towards the crashed shuttle ... slowly ... after the
Shore troopers had a chance to determine if all was
was at a higher elevation than the Manrai Mountains
of Coruscant. Just as it seemed like she might
explode, she began to calm down for the sake of
*everyone*. Claudius had hurt himself over the
twins. She couldn't be working herself into a fit
that could, potentially, hurt those very same twins
he saved. She returned to the bedroom having let out
a deep breath. In one hand, she held a cold compress
that she hoped would help with Claudius' pain for
the mean time. "Pull up your tunic, let's see the
damage." She rested the compress on her leg while
grabbing her com. The first person she dialed was
the most important: Pilaq Tohan. "Doctor Tohan..."
The way she said his name was enough of an indicator
that something was going on. "Please come to my sea
island home in Delaya. Our ship was shot down.
Claudius has taken some damage to his ribs. Without
proper medical equipment, I don't know how extensive
his injuries are." She looked over at him with a
frown on her face. Papius was already moving further
to the edges of her mind ... for now.
"I'm fine! I'm
fine!" Claudius protested as Sierra fretted over
him, but as he lifted his arm so his tunic could be
removed he felt a sharp, sudden pain on his left
side. "Ow," he groaned, before slipping off his
tunic to reveal a ghastly black and blue bruise on
the left side of his chest. "I assure you. It looks
worse than it feels," he told her, but the truth was
it hurt terribly and he was attempting to act strong
for her behalf. He grimaced when she summoned Doctor
Tohan, not wanting to put him through *this*, but it
was clear that he needed medical treatment.
room filled with armed Shore troopers who took up
defensive positions, as they were uncertain of what
to expect. "Well, well," the voice of Governor
Papius Arundel announced, as he sauntered into the
room. He pulled off his left glove slowly, and then
his right, before condescendingly handing it over
towards one of the troopers. "I simply *love* what
you've done with the place. Very modern," he said,
as he looked around the room that was obviously
ransacked. "The bed doesn't look comfortable,
however. Bad for the back at your age, I'd say, old
boy," he said, as he gave Claudius a hard slap on
the back, fully aware of the pain it would cause
him. "Oh. You're hurt. I *am* sorry," he said,
condescendingly, as he moved towards Sierra. "What a
pity. This could have all been avoided if you had
stayed where you belong," he said, as he lowered his
head and then began shaking it side to side. "Next
time you're coming ... tell me. I'll provide
security," he said, before giving her a wink.
took in all the terribly bruising on her husband's
chest. She looked like she was going to burst out
crying. He was hurt *bad*. Her sanity kept her in
line. Claudius couldn't help her through a hormonal
break down. He needed her in something resembling a
state of sanity. "Okay," she breathed slowly.
"Okay." She brought her hands up to his chest. Her
touch was gently and fleeting. "I'm trying to tell
if you broke a rib or not. Are you having difficulty
breathing? Don't act like a tough guy either... I
have to know." She leaned over to kiss him on the
forehead. Several tears escaped from her eyes. Her
husband was a brave man who cared about his family
infinitely more than his own well being. Today, his
sacrifice had enabled their children to live another
conducted a gentle exam, the Shore troopers arrived.
Her demeanor changed. Her shoulders shot back. Her
anger settled right back in. Governor Arundel had
come to make his grand entrance. She watched the man
slowly remove his gloves while rising to her feet
and preparing for battle. The hairs on her neck
stood up as he slapped Claudius hard on the back.
"I'm sure you saw our shuttle. You know he's hurt.
Don't touch him." Five-foot-two had never seemed
fierce ... and honestly, even as Sierra puffed
herself up, it still seemed so small next to the
Governor. She internally cringed. Papius had a way
of getting under her skin. In the five minutes since
he had entered the room, he had done just that. "No
thank you. I'd prefer you spent more time watching
what's coming into *your* planet, Governor." She
marched over to the bed frame, reaching beneath it
and grasping the Rebel jacket. She tossed it towards
Papius with as much force as she could give
"*Rebels* did this. Rebels entered Delaya and what
were you doing about it? By the state of my ship,
"Yes I am
having dif-" Claudius began, but quickly silenced
himself when the Shore troopers and Governor Arundel
arrived on the scene. His look switched from one of
pain to one of disgust as the man began his lecture.
The slap on the back hurt him, but he was out of his
territory and he had to be careful to avoid another
turf war. When he saw the Governor move near his
wife his instincts took over and he rose from the
chair to defend her, but he only got halfway up
until the pain compelled him to sit back down. "I
advise you to keep your distance," he said, from
beneath grit teeth, which was caused by a
combination of anger and pain.
indeed?" Papius replied as he caught the jacket and
clutched it in his hands. He raised to his face and
inhaled deeply, picking up the strong aroma of
cigarra smoke. "Perhaps your brother might know
about this," he said to Sierra, as he lowered the
jacket. He always knew how to strike back at her.
"After all, his parents were both in league with the
Rebellion," he reminded her, as he arched his
eyebrow at her and smirked. "Perhaps the starfruit
doesn't fall far from the tree," he added, before
spinning around to look at Claudius.
conflicting emotions were pitting for Sierra's
attention: anger and worry. Claudius needed her
help. Papius was getting in the way of it *and* he
was causing her husband to hurt more. She wanted to
scream at him until he went away. Knowing Papius, he
would probably enjoy that a little too much. "Oh,
come off it. Neither Marcus or Claudius knew about
their involvement with the Rebellion. Perhaps
there's a cell operating out of your planet that
you've foolishly missed. You should go investigate.
You're wasting everyone's precious time." She made
her way back towards Claudius. She was dismissing
Papius on his own turf. She picked up the warm
compress, snapping it several times so it would
activate. As it warmed in her hand, she pressed it
against her husband's chest. Since he admitted to
having difficulty breathing, she worried he had
multiple broken ribs. She needed to keep him seated
and relaxed until Pilaq arrived.
always seemed to be spitting in her wounds, today
she decided to show him what he would never have:
her love and affection. She leaned over to kiss
Claudius' cheek. "I love you. I can't believe you
sacrificed yourself like this for the *three* of
us." The anger dissipated, worry finally winning her
over. She nuzzled her nose against his then, before
Papius, she gently kissed him. She was mindful of
his difficulties and didn't let it linger long.
sweet," Papius teased them, as he moved about their
bedroom, looking over what was left of the decor. As
he moved towards the window he could see another
ship arriving. "Hmm. For a protected wildlife refuge
it sure gets a lot of traffic," he said, as he
motioned for one of the Shore troopers to see what
was going on. "Strange that the Rebels would choose
this structure at this time. Almost as if they knew
you would be here," he said to Claudius and Sierra,
with his back to them. "Perhaps there is a traitor
in your midst," he suggested, as he could hear more
shuffling than prompted him to turn around.
Tohan shuffled into the crowded room after being
transported to Delaya by Doctor Bailo. "Hmm," he
murmured, as he looked about the room before
settling on Claudius. "What trouble now?" he asked,
as he moved over towards him and performed a visual
inspection of his rib cage. As he looked over the
bruise it *looked* bad, but it would take a more in
depth scan to determine if anything permanent had
occurred. He was not sure why all the troopers were
here and he did not like it.
was learning the drill with the House of Rodney.
Danger surrounded them. She had to wonder why they
even left their homes at this point, though, how
many times did someone get hurt within their own
home? Plenty, she was sure. The old female Ithorian
made her way towards the bedroom carrying Doctor
Tohan's medical bag. She stumbled into the room
where the Shore troopers had gathered as well as the
Delayan Imperial Governor. Her eyes swept over
Claudius Rodney. He did not look well. Sierra had
mentioned that their had been an accident. Both of
her mouths dropped. She wondered how Claudius was so
badly hurt, yet there didn't seem to be anything
wrong with his wife. The woman read the room and
quickly turned towards Papius. "The doctor needs his
room. Please relocate elsewhere." She said in a calm
relieved to see that Doctor Tohan and Doctor Bailo
had both arrived. Her husband was in good hands
now...hands infinitely more capable than her own.
She stayed close to Claudius, but she slowly moved
the warm compress back so Pilaq could visually
investigate. "We were shot down onto the island."
She said to the Ithorians with a growing frown on
her face. "Claudius protected me.. He was hurt doing
just that." Explaining everything made her sniffle.
She prayed Papius would take the hint and leave them
these *things*," Papius asked, as he looked towards
the Ithorian duo that were suddenly entering the
room. "Governor, please seek treatment at the newly
rebuild Leiliani medcenter ... with *human*
doctors," he pleaded with him, as he anxiously
watched Doctors Tohan and Bailo begin their
examination. "I am the Governor of this system. I
will *not* relocate," he informed Doctor Bailo,
before folding his arms in front of his chest
defiantly. He would not be spoken to that way by an
listened to the exchange between Doctor Bailo and
Governor Arundel, which caused him to become angry.
He was simply too old to have the patience for what
he was overhearing. "One moment," he said to
Claudius and Sierra, as he nodded his large Ithorian
hammerhead at the both of them. Then, with walking
stick in one hand, he moved over towards Governor
Arundel. He raised the walking stick and whacked him
on the head with it, dismissively, as he did not
want anyone to speak as he did. "Manners, Governor,"
he said, as he moved back towards Claudius.
made a face. *Things*?! As she recalled, he was one
of those people who were disgusted by Marcus and
Zara using her and Pilaq as their doctors as well.
"Why I never..." She began to verbally chastise the
Governor. Since actions spoke louder than words, it
was Pilaq's hit to the head that either shocked the
man, or sickened him into defeat. Alessandra placed
her hand on his back and began forcefully shoving
him towards the doorway. "Out! Out! All of you!" She
shouted loudly. She watched the Shore troopers march
out of the room. When they were gone, she shut the
door and let out an aggravated sigh from both of her
mouths. She quickly drew herself over to Claudius,
Sierra, and Pilaq. There, she opened up the medical
bag to play the part of the assistant. "Milady, are
you okay?" She asked. Her eyes moved down to
Claudius' badly bruised chest. She reached into the
bag, producing an X-ray tool. She offered it to
Pilaq. "He's going to need something for the pain."
She muttered quietly.
watched in horror as Doctor Tohan assaulted Governor
Arundel, for he feared the man turning the Shore
troopers loose upon him. "Everyone please!" he
shouted, which caused him to breath deeply and
injure his ribs. He closed his eyes, exhaling
softly, as he tried to cope with the pain he had
triggered. To his satisfaction the Governor and the
Shore troopers left the room, but did not leave the
retreat entirely. "Thank you for coming," he said to
the doctors, as he stared down at the transparent
floor to look at the sealife below. He could see the
sea cows and the tropical fish, which did manage to
calm him slightly.
relieving to watch the Shore troopers leave. At the
very least, there was some space between all of
them. Sierra lingered close to her husband. She was
nervously bouncing from foot to foot as she waited
to find out what was going on with him. "Oh, um, I'm
fine." She commented to Alessandra, though her eyes
remained on Claudius. "Please just help him. He
stopped *me* from getting hurt." Reaching down,
Sierra's hand held his. Her fingers were shaking.
The stress was coming off of her in waves. She
watched the old Ithorian, wishing badly that he
could move just a little quicker. When she could
take waiting no more, she spoke. "Is he going to be
okay? What are his injuries?"
know better at this age," Doctor Tohan said to
Sierra, as he examined Claudius. "Your body is too
old to be an effective shield," he explained to him,
as he set down his medical bag and gathered his
tools. He began examining his old friend,
determining that his ribs were bruised, but not
broken. "No. He's not going to be okay. Not if he
continues to act as if he is a man half his age," he
said, as he turned his attention from Claudius to
Sierra. "Which, I might add, would *still* be older
than you," he said, as he let out a laugh from both
of his mouths that filled the room with noise. "He
has bruised ribs. The muscles around the area will
be strained. It will make his breathing difficult,
but his lungs are undamaged. He will give you no end
of trouble, and will be partially immobilized for a
short while," he said, as he turned his large
bulbous eyes back to Claudius. "In short, you will
have to act your age," he said, before slamming the
base of his staff into the floor, which attracted
He was going
to be *okay*. The words hit Sierra with a relief
that made it easier for her to breathe. Pilaq's sass
made her face turn red. "Pilaq!!" She squeaked
shyly. Sadly, the old Ithorian wasn't wrong. Sierra
only hoped he wouldn't continue to embarrass her.
She listened to Doctor Tohan reveal Claudius'
injuries: bruised, not broken. That was a major
difference. Sierra would take care of him day and
night until he was better. "I'll make sure he does."
Her eyes turned towards her husband. "Did you hear
that? You have to take it *easy*." Sierra wondered
if she should keep him on Delaya until he was
better, but that could be weeks. The family needed
them back in Esseles. She decided to think about all
the details later. She was relieved that he hadn't
caused any permanent or extremely long term damage
to himself. She planted a hand behind his neck where
she began to massage him gently. "Is there anything
else I should know? What can I do to make Claudius
"You can take
him to a retirement home," Pilaq retired quickly,
half tempted to give Claudius a whack with his
walking stick for good measure. "See that he sits
quietly. Lays quietly would be better, but I am too
old to waste my breath on instructions that will not
be followed," he said, as he looked around the
ransacked room. He wondered what happened there, but
he did not ask, for he did not care. With another
House of Rodney health crisis abated he was content
to return home with Alessandra and rest himself
until Marcus stubbed his toe.
"I'll take it
easy," Claudius said, as he attempted to raise his
arm in protest, but in doing so it hurt his ribs
further. He sighed, exhaling sharply, but that also
hurt. He attempted to hold perfectly still which did
not hurt, thankfully. "Take me to Esseles. At least
there I have a bed," he asked Sierra, as he gave her
his trademark pout. He had come to the Sea Islands
to recover from the excitement of Coruscant, but now
he needed to recover from the Sea Islands as well.
Perhaps he should never leave the confines of the
Alessandra said, bopping him on the head gently with
her hand. She looked at both Claudius and Sierra.
"Be safe. We both worry for you. I told Doctor Tohan
that we are going to gift all the members of the
House of Rodney with a protective bubble they can
live in. As each day goes by, that becomes less of a
joke..." She reached over, gently grasping Pilaq's
hand. They had left Callista behind during
gardening. She began to guide him back to their ship
so they could return to the peaceful clean
atmosphere of New Alderaan. She eyed the Shore
troopers as they departed.
"Thank you for
coming," Sierra politely said to both of the
doctors. She turned her attention to Claudius. "I
will take you back to Esseles under the condition
that you actually relax. Remember, I have cuffs at
home." Sierra threatened him as she tried to make
herself look mean...and failed for the second time
today. "Stay put. I will call for Lieutenant Anson
to pick us up... and someone to see to repairing our
ship." She leaned over to gently kiss his lips.
Relief had yet to fully sink in. She felt high
strung. The young ISB officer rose. She departed
from the room feeling sick and antsy. She grasped
her comlink for the second time as she made her way
through the mess of Shore troopers and passed the
Governor himself to reach her kitchen. When she
opened up the fridge, she found it pudding pop free.
"Damn it!" She punched the air. "Lieutenant Anson,"
she quickly made herself professional. "I need you
to come fetch the Governor and I. I'll send you the
coordinates. Our ship was struck down. I also need
someone to come and collect it. If possible, it
needs to be put back together." Sierra's hunger
quickly dissipated to sickness. "T-Thank you." She
ended the transmission just in time for her to dart
to the bathroom for a healthy, ‘fun' bout of morning
sickness. "Ugh," she gasped.
Ithorians shuffled off Governor Arundel made his way
back into the room, still nursing a sore spot on his
head from his encounter with the Ithorian's walking
stick. When he arrived he saw Claudius sitting, but
Sierra gone to the refresher. "Claudius Rodney still
survives," he mused, as he moved across the room,
close enough to the refresher so that he could hear
Sierra's unpleasant noise. "It is never uneventful
when you two visit," he said, as he moved towards
the window where he watched the Ithorians head
towards the ship. He hated them. "It is fortunate
you survived. To think, had the laser blast gone a
meter in the other direction and His Majesty need
appoint a new Grand Moff," he said, frowning, as he
continued to look out the window rather than looking
Claudius in the face.
It seemed like
the day was never ending. Sierra was releasing her
stress in the way pregnant women's bodies did.
Hearing Papius' voice raised the hairs on her neck.
He was bullying Claudius around now?! The man was
like an energizer bunny. It didn't matter if a
thranta tried to peck his eyes out. He could wake up
the next day, put his boots on one foot at a time,
and resume being evil. "Okay babies, mommy's gotta
go beat up the guy who's harassing your father." She
spoke to her stomach. When she rose, she felt sick
again but decided to fight it. She drew herself over
to the sink where she rapidly brushed her teeth and
continued to feel sicker. She roamed out of the
bathroom looking immensely tired and furious at the
same time. "Don't you have other things to do,
Governor Arundel? There are other Rodneys you can
harass, you know." She stepped in the space between
Claudius and Papius. "My husband's position isn't
going to change. Stop day dreaming about a promotion
you'll never have."
Arundel did not turn immediately, but eventually
swiveled around so that he could look at Sierra. "My
dear, I wish nothing but good health for your
husband, as I do all of His Majesty's servants," he
said, as he bowed his head slightly in mock
reverence. "I am here to ensure your stay in *my*
system does not result in your death or interference
with my duties here," he explained, as he looked
from Sierra to Claudius. "Next time. Inform me
first. My forces will prevent such a near tragedy,"
he said, before winking to Sierra, and proceeding
back out of the room swiftly. There had been Rebels
here. He would need to press Duke Marcus on the
matter further. Treachery was everywhere in these
It was all
bantha fodder. Papius was a sick man...sicker than
she had just been in the refresher. Her eyes
narrowed with each venomous word he uttered. If he
had stayed a moment longer, Sierra would have said
something regrettable. "I hate that man," she
whispered under her breath. The words were only
audible to her husband as she neared him. "Anson
will be here soon. When we get home, you'll start
feeling better." She promised him. Her hand gently
brushed over his face. She still felt worried for
him, but such was being married to Claudius Rodney.
His well being mattered. She reached over to his
hand, guiding it to her swollen stomach. Everything
was progressing much more quickly now that she was
pregnant with twins Her stomach was bigger earlier.
Her hormones were more intense as was her morning
sickness. She squeezed his hand. "You saved them,
Claudius." She felt teary again. He had kept Bruce
from Jessa. He had stopped Sierra from miscarrying
during the accident. Her husband was, truly, the
greatest man ever.
"I hate him as
well. Fortunately, he is my brother's problem now,"
Claudius said, with a smirk and a laugh, which
quickly caused him to grimace in pain from the
vibrations that reverberated through his chest. "I
swear if we get home and my mattress is gone we're
going to steal Ensign Sheppard's bed," he said, with
seriousness, as he refused to sleep in anything but
a bed this evening. "I would do anything for my
family," he said to his wife, as he leaned up,
painfully so that he could kiss her. "I love you ...
so much. I love the children that we do have, and
the children that we will have," he pledged to her,
before weakly sitting back down in the chair.
Whomever those Rebels were that did this to him ...
to his family ... he would make them pay.