'easy' was not really a thing in Sierra Rodney's
mind. She had been grateful when Doctor Bailo
allowed her to return home, given that she promised
to rest. By the way the Ithorian woman stared at
her, she wondered how much Pilaq had told her ...
especially about how Claudius had broken her out of
the Medcenter on Delaya before. Regardless, she
spent most of her time on a datapad continuing to
schedule out her husband's days. She spent some time
devising a plan to knock Arden Zevrin off of her
throne of shit, but that was still a work in
progress. One should only go after a snake when they
know they can win. Sierra didn't have that kind of
She had warned
her husband that they were going to have a late
dinner tonight and set up a makeshift at-home date
for them. The ordeal with El-Nay had put them both
on edge and stressed them out. She liked to smooth
things over after they endured hardships. So, once
the girls were asleep...rather, once she *thought*
they were asleep, Sierra ordered some delivery food
for them and set it up inside of the observatory.
The night was clear and the sky looked beautiful.
She simply wanted to relax and enjoy it with the
love of her life; the man who endured so much.
There was a
scratching at the door that led to the observatory
level, followed by the door at the top of the stairs
slowly opening. There was a nose that slowly emerged
through the crack. A sniffing nose. It twitched the
moment it caught the scent of the delivery food, and
a moment later Ewwiekewwieikkie popped up through
the door, bounding for Sierra. "Food?!" she asked,
as she moved towards her, sitting down at the ground
on front of her. She had never been to the
observatory, as Claudius assumed she would break one
of the mirrors. She had been told this was 'off
limits', but with Callista gone, and Drusilla in a
mood, she had been left all but alone. "Food!" she
said, excitedly, as she waited to eat her adopted
like she was moving so slow. Her body was,
undoubtedly, recovering. The bacta patch had worked
enough magic that she was capable of using both arms
again, which was particularly advantageous when she
realized that she wasn't alone anymore. Sierra
turned on her heel, spotting Ewwiekewwieikkie. While
the Squib couldn't master the Rodney pout, she had
another way of playing Sierra like a sucker, despite
having been fed not long ago. She knew she needed to
get Ewwiekewwieikkie out of the observatory and food
was the best way to do that. "Okay, you can have
some, Ewwiekewwieikkie." Sierra grabbed a plate for
her and began distributing food for her. She felt
bad that Callista was gone. Ewwiekewwieikkie would
be rewarded within a few years when there were other
young children around the house for her to play
with. Perhaps Sierra needed to invest in a helmet
for Bruce... She offered her adoptive step-daughter
(woo, what a mouthful) the plate. "Here you go." And
she began leading Ewwiekewwieikkie away from about a
million possible bad situations.
she said with a big smile, as she began being led
away from the big, shiny telescope. It was a Squib
magnet with all of the shiny, polished metal,
mirrors, and computer screens. As she was about to
go down the stairs she saw it for the first time and
her eyes went wide. "Wow!" she squealed, as she
looked towards it with a greater appetite than she
had for the food. "Wow!" she said again, before
reaching down to put some food in her mouth. She did
not look at her plate as she pawed large chunks into
her mouth. Her eyes would not leave the telescope,
and when she was done eating, she wanted to go
explore the telescope, but she could not get past
Sierra. "What's that?" she asked, as she reached out
for it, despite being a great distance from her. If
she could just touch it, she thought, as she
groaned, pushing against Sierra as she strained and
strained to reach it, but she got *nowhere*.
Okay, she was
fed. Surely that would be enough to get her safely
out of the observatory..? Nope. As soon as her
yellow eyes met with the telescope, Sierra knew it
was over. She'd do anything to ensure that
Ewwiekewwieikkie didn't break it. Sierra's hand,
which grasped her adoptive daughter's arm, held on
tighter. While she had been recovering, she
certainly hadn't gained the kind of strength she
needed to fight off Ewwiekewwieikkie's advancements.
Thankfully, the observatory was guarded by a door
with a code. As long as Sierra got her out, she
could avoid a whole lot of trouble. "It's a
telescope." Sierra explained, trying hard to pull
Ewwiekewwieikkie away from it. "How about you take
some more food with you..?" She suggested, taking
her plate and piling on a majority of what was
supposed to be her and Claudius' dinner. "You can
have my pudding in the fridge too."
Ewwiekewwieikkie asked, as she tilted her head, not
understanding the word in the slightest. "Big
shiny!" she said, before the discussion turned
towards more food. "Hmm. Hmm. Hmm," she said, as she
brought up her paw up to her chin, considering the
trade. "Okay. Okay. You keep telescope. I take food,
and pudding," she said, and with that she had
gathered all of the food that Sierra had ordered and
carefully set up for Claudius' return home from the
ship. It was eaten before she was down the stairs,
and before too long she had found herself in the
kitchen, where she would eat the pudding right out
of the bowl ... without a spoon.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was face deep in the bowl of
pudding, Claudius Rodney had returned home from the
Retributor. He had taken a working lunch, and
therefore had not eaten all day. He was *starving*,
and moved directly towards the kitchen, but as he
got within distance and saw Ewwiekewwieikkie with a
pudding bowl over her head he decided to back away
... slowly. Up the stairs he went to find Sierra,
but when he went into the bedroom she was nowhere to
be seen. He next tried Drusilla's room, but when he
heard the pulsating jizz blasting in her room he
decided it was best not to interrupt her. Finally,
he decided to check the observatory, as it was the
one place off limits in the estate. He would not
blame her for seeking refuge when injured, so as he
ascended the wooden stairs into the third level he
was not at all surprised when he saw her. "Sierra!"
he said loudly, with a smile, before moving towards
her swiftly. "And how are you feeling?" he asked
her, while visually running his eyes all over her
body for any signs of distress.
Sierra let out
a sigh, watching Ewwiekewwieikkie grab up every last
scrap of food and depart. There went dinner *and*
dessert. "Okay..." She pouted as the girl left. She
could visualize what it looked like in the kitchen
once she made it there. Pudding all over her blue
fur. She wondered how quickly more food could be
delivered to the house, as she'd ordered out to
avoid cooking. Her face lit up as soon as she
spotted her husband. "Claudius!" She wrapped him up
in a tight hug. "I'm feeling *much* better." She
reported to him. Sierra spread out her arm that had
been broken so he could see that it was healed. "I
can even use my arm again. See?" This was her
favorite time of day when she didn't accompany him
to work. She felt excited and happy to have him
home. "How are you? Was your day okay?" Sierra
asked, leaning up on her tippy toes to steal a kiss.
"Our dinner plans have changed slightly...
Ewwiekewwieikkie caught me up here. I bargained with
her; our dinners and my pudding for the telescope to
"Oh no no
no..." Claudius said to Sierra, as she began showing
off arm motions. "You need to take it easy," he said
to her, sounding more like a father than a husband.
His overbearing nature had been turned up to eleven,
and he quickly moved to help steady her. "Meetings.
Meetings. More meetings. It was better being a
junior officer. All promotion means is more people
needing to talk to you about things you don't want
to hear about," he joked, but was actually quite
serious. It felt like his position of Grand Moff
simply involved sitting in his office and listening
to endless blathering by all sorts. "My dinner? My
telescope?" he asked, wanting to faint at the mere
thought of his adopted Squib daughter near either.
He loved her, but it had taken forever to properly
calibrate the telescope. It was his one spot of
peace on this planet, and he feared her even
breathing on it. "Well, our food died a noble cause.
Shall I have someone pick up takeout from Auntie
Mae's rib shack?" he asked, as he *needed* to eat.
"I have been
taking it easy. I spent most of the day in bed... Do
you have any idea how hard that is for me?" She
explained like she'd been put in solitary
confinement. She understood that he was going to be
overbearing, as the injuries she had recently
suffered were no joke. Even she realized that she
wasn't right yet. Her body needed time ... and, by
the rumbling of her tummy, it needed food. She
laughed softly at his joke. She knew there was truth
to it. "I suppose I shouldn't mention what's on your
agenda for tomorrow then, *Governor*?" Her smile lit
with everything I had, Claudius." Sierra explained.
"Please do. Whatever gets food here the quickest is
the best option. I'm so hungry!" Her appetite had
made a full recovery. She might actually eat the
whole rib rack this time ... but not really. That
thing was *huge*. "I wonder if they have pudding
too..." Sierra idly muttered as she took his hands
in her own. Their night in wasn't ruined yet!
"Funny. It can
be *hard* for me when you're in bed too," Claudius
fired back, playfully teasing her. His hand moved
down her back slowly, towards the plentiful booty
that she had been blessed with to add accent to his
joke. "The only agenda I want to hear about involves
me and you ... and, well, dinner," he said, before
lowering his head and placing a tender and loving
kiss upon her sweet young lips. He reached into his
pocket to produce his comlink, quickly barking
orders at some junior officer to pick up the food
that he and his pregnant wife desperately needed.
"It shan't be too long," he said to her, as he
looked about the room. "Do you want to keep hiding
up here?" he asked, not minding particularly.
out laughing happily. She nuzzled into the front of
his body, more than happy with him touching her
rear. She was glad he was a butt guy...because she
had a booty! "I'll *make* it hard for you." She
threatened dryly. Their kiss pleased her endlessly.
Though the night wasn't going quite as she planned,
she was very happy regardless. Soon, she would have
all she needed; Claudius and food. She listened to
him bark his orders, suppressing a giggle until he
was off the comm. "It's so sexy when you do that."
The young woman tossed him a wink. "Yeah, I do. It's
a nice night. I thought we could look at the stars
together from home, since a hike to our campsite
isn't in my immediate future." Admittedly, she was
looking better today. The color in her cheeks had
returned to normal and she seemed much more lively.
"Unless you *want* to sit in our room and listen to
Drusilla's loud music..." She released him, turning
her back on her husband as she moved towards the
telescope. "I want to start painting Bruce's room
soon." She told him. "So I need a little
inspiration." She still intended to make the room
she had shown him on the datapad.
Sheppard had found herself demoted and relegated to
menial tasks after the Ewwiekewwieikkie incident
aboard the Retributor. Her latest task was to take a
shuttle to Auntie Mae's rib shack where she
collected the largest rack of ribs she had ever
seen, along with sides, and of course the
prerequisite pudding. She had become an unglorified
delivery driver who was not even eligible for a tip.
She needed a repulsorsled to get the rack of ribs
into the Rodney estate, and when she arrived on the
ground floor she opened her comm to announce her
arrival. "Milord, Milady, this is Ensign Sheppard. I
have your food," she announced, before politely
waiting for a reply. Unfortunately, she had said the
kitchen, Ewwiekewwieikkie was sprawled out, rubbing
her belly after eating both Claudius and Sierra's
original takeout dinner *and* Sierra's last supply
of pudding. She was nearly asleep when the nice lady
who let her fly the ship and play with the
computers, and then helped clean her potty was here.
"Bethany? Food?! *Food*!?" she said, as she
staggered up from the kitchen. As she moved forward
she saw the largest rack of ribs she had ever seen.
"Oh. My.," she stammered, her eyes wide, and her
tongue hanging out of her mouth, slobbering. She
began moving forward, and tackled both the ribs and
Bethany at once, covering the poor young officer
with Auntie Mae's signature sauce.
gotten the job done quickly. As soon as she
announced her arrival, Sierra's belly let out
another groan. Now she needed to conquer three
flights of stairs to let Bethany in. "I'll be back."
She said, then added. "I'll take the stairs slowly."
Sierra headed out of the observatory, slowly taking
the steps one at a time. She was mindful of herself,
and grasped the railing along the staircase as she
made her way towards the lower floor of the estate.
The closer she came to the front of the house, the
more she noticed a weird sound. What she didn't
realize was that this sound was Ewwiekewwieikkie
consuming the *entire* rack of ribs, plus all
additional food that had come with it. For a second
time, Sierra had missed out on dinner *and* pudding.
She arrived at the front door, staring at the
carnage that was dinner. Her eyes met with Bethany,
offering her a sweet, yet scary, smile. "Oh, Ensign
Sheppard? What's this I hear? You've offered to
watch the girls while my husband and I go get
dinner? That's so very kind of you. Thank you."
She said not
another word to the poor woman. She simply turned
her back and made her way back up only two flights
of stairs. She stood at the third set, yelling up to
Claudius, "Let's go out! Ewwiekewwieikkie got to the
ribs first. Ensign Sheppard has volunteered herself
for babysitting." She made her way into their room
to actually get dressed. She'd remained in her PJs
all day, but now that wasn't going to be acceptable.
She quickly made herself presentable in a simple
maternity dress and a pair of flats. She grabbed her
purse and shoved Claudius' special surprise inside
of it. When she was ready, she worked her way back
down the stairs. She suddenly understood how Pilaq
felt when he scaled the stairs in Rodney Castle.
Again?!" Claudius exclaimed, completely exasperated.
He had been waiting for those ribs, having wondered
if there was something addictive in that secret
sauce. "She's eating too much. You don't ... don't
think she's pregnant, do you?" he asked, as he
brought his hand up to the side of his head to
scratch. As he followed down the stairs, still in
his uniform, he saw his adopted daughter wrestling a
rib bone on the living room floor, simultaneously
eating it and playing with it. "This mess will not
be here when we return, *Ensign*," he said, glaring
as Bethany, as he held the door open for his wife.
"Enjoy dinner, Ewwiekewwieikkie," he said, trying to
keep a straight face, but she was too engrossed with
her meal to acknowledge him. Instead, he simply
escorted his wife out towards the shuttle. "Food!"
he yelled as he neared the ship, imitating his
adopted daughter, before sticking his tongue out at
Sierra. There was a little bit of all his girls in
widened. "Do. Not. Speak. Those. Words." One
Ewwiekewwieikkie was more than enough, as she had
learned first-hand. She loved the girl, but they
couldn't afford to feed several more Squibs. The
sight in the living room made Sierra laugh. It was
like a dog. There were teeth marks on the bone
already. Thankfully, Bethany was in the doghouse. It
would be cleaned before they returned. "Bye,
Ewwiekewwieikkie!" She wrapped her arm around
Claudius'. Outside, the smell of BBQ sauce still
lingered. It wafted through the air teasingly.
Sierra laughed again, sticking her tongue out right
back at him. "Food!" She exclaimed, feeling even
more hungry just hearing the word. "Let's just go to
Avetti's. It's close and has food. That's all that
matters to me right now." Her hand linked in his,
leading him into the shuttle. "Besides... I've got a
surprise for you!" Sierra couldn't resist teasing
him. She loved driving him crazy ... in more than
wonderful," Claudius said, before leaning in to kiss
her cheek. "Lieutenant!" he yelled, and then
suddenly an entire platoon of armed Stormtroopers
began to fall into position behind them. He would
take no chances ... the private dinner they had
would be heavily guarded. He led his wife into the
shuttle, which started to feel like a troop
transport. As he sat in the passenger compartment,
he helped his wife get situated in her seat,
strapped in. Once he was convinced she was safe, he
nodded his head, and the Kwai began to take off to
bring them ... all of them ... down to New Calamar
where the restaurant awaited. It might have been
overkill on his part, but after coming close to
losing her so many times he would take no more
often something Sierra declined. After what had
happened on New Alderaan, after coming so close to
losing it all, she didn't object this time. She
wasn't capable of protecting herself if another
attack occurred. Claudius seemed like the type of
man who would sacrifice himself for her which was
something else she did *not* want. She settled in
the passenger's compartment with his help. She had
to fiddle with her strap as it sat uncomfortably on
her growing tummy. Once in, she took his hand. The
way she looked at him said it all; she loved him.
She loved how kind he was and how he was taking care
of her and making everything easier. She hadn't
forgotten about El-Nay, but that was a problem she
wasn't ready to face right now.
Stormtroopers unloaded from the Kwai and surveyed
the area, inside and out, before giving them the go
ahead to depart from the ship. Sierra unbuckled
herself and rose. She wondered if she should have
Claudius assign extra security to her during her
next concert. There would be more people to protect
her that way, right? She didn't want to endure
anymore injuries. It was hard on both of them every
time she ended up in the medcenter or sickbay.
The waiter at
Avetti's seemed surprised at all the commotion until
he saw who his guests were for the evening. They
were taking to priority, very private seating where
their orders were taken immediately. Sierra felt
calm. The overkill precautions served to make the
experience better for her. She looked up at him. "I
think we're going to get to eat soon. No promises,
though. How about I soothe you with some sugar?"
Sierra made a terrible joke before kissing him.
Stormtroopers ensured that no one in Avetti's was a
Rebel or posed a threat to the Grand Moff and his
wife, but that mean the customers were enjoying
their meal. Stormtroopers were *everywhere*, but
Claudius and Sierra seemed safe, and that was all
that mattered to him. As he sat across the table
looking at her, he had visions of Ewwiekewwieikkie
arriving and eating the food in the restaurant too.
"Promises, promises," he said to her, shaking his
head. "If my food is not here soon I'll turn these
Stormtroopers loose on the kitchen staff!" he
suggested, as the anger from his hunger broke the
surface. As she mentioned sugar, but then kissed him
he smiled at her. "Thanks, but I'd prefer one of
Ewwiekewwieikkie's wookiee cookies," he said, with a
snort and a laugh. "Maybe we need to eat some of her
food," he suggested, before grabbing the fork and
knife, and lightly tapping the handles against the
surface of the table.
Ewwiekewwieikkie showed up, then Sierra's hangry
would break loose and likely result in the mass
murder of every other person at the restaurant. She
had been *trying* to have a nice evening with her
husband. It seemed like the universe was against
them, as it was so frequently. She laughed and
nodded. "Yeah, but Ewwiekewwieikkie has us beat
there. If we began eating her food, our blood sugar
would sky rocket. Gestational diabetes does *not*
sound fun to me." At his mention of wookiee cookies,
Sierra chuckled. "You know..." She opened up her
purse, looking into it. The wookiee cookies she had
stored there for emergency purposes were gone. All
that was left were crumbs. "Damn, she's good!"
wasn't long before real food showed up. Conversation
ceased for a small amount of time while Sierra fed
herself. Her inner hangry monster had been close to
breaking the surface. Doctor Bailo had put her on a
short broth diet during the initial part of her
recovery, while her bones were rapidly healing
themselves (an uncomfortable process, mind you). She
was glad to be back to solid food. "Oh!" She said
once she had eaten enough to level her emotions. "I
got you something." Sierra grinned wide. She reached
into her purse, pulling forth an envelope. Inside of
it, he'd find two tickets to a classic speeder show
in a couple of days on their four-month wedding
anniversary. With how insane their lives were, she
felt it essential to stop for that one day, every
month, and properly appreciate her husband. Her
smile became nervous. She hoped he liked it!
stomach could be heard growling as he sat at the
table, impatiently waiting for the waiter to bring
them their food. "What? Oh, you! Our anniversary
isn't for a few days yet!" he said, protesting, as
he felt embarrassed that he had saved their gift for
their actual anniversary and thus had nothing to
offer her. He took the envelope cautiously, praying
it was a voucher for 100 nights of watching
Ewwiekewwieikkie. When he opened it he found the one
thing that was better than that ... tickets to a
classic speeder show at the Togatto Speedway. "Wow!"
he said, as me grinned down at the tickets with a
big, dumb grin plastered on his face. He looked like
a little boy in that moment. "Hmm. Now whom should I
bring with me?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the
table playfully. "Thank you. Really. You've outdone
yourself," he said, before reaching his hand across
the table to touch her hand. But just then the food
*finally* arrived and dinner was served. He looked
lovingly across the table for as long as he could,
until he began devouring his meal so quickly that he
was lucky he did not choke.
figured the best way to surprise you would be to
give you your gift early." 100 nights of
Ewwiekewwieikkie watching was *never* happening.
Sierra wouldn't make it to night 30, let alone 100.
She anxiously watched him open the envelope. The way
he reacted warmed her heart. Sierra's smile grew
once more. She laughed. "I've already invited
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca for you." She
giggled, nudging him with her arm to show that she
was joking. Sierra felt pleased that her present had
worked out. "It'll be fun." She promised. He was
always going above and beyond for her. He inspired
her to do the same for the love of her life. Her
hand held onto his briefly, as the arrival of food
derailed her. As she ate, she slipped her feet out
of her heeled shoes and nuzzled them against his
ankles affectionately. About halfway through their
meal, Sierra noticed a little commotion going on
between several Stormtroopers and a commoner. Her
eyes lifted. Between the Stormtroopers, she saw the
last person she wanted to see in the universe: Rikka
Sierra sucked in a breath. Rikka had somehow crept
to Esseles...but how? She could see the woman waving
her arms around, likely trying to explain that she
was Sierra's mother. The young pregnant woman sunk
into her seat. "Claudius..." She said, watching as
the leader of his Stormtroopers led Rikka towards
the table. He held the woman's arms behind her back.
Sierra looked down, realizing that she was holding
her steak knife so tightly that her knuckles were
Sierra!" Rikka Dakkar was putting on a nice girl
act. It seemed like every time they saw her, she had
a completely new look. Today it lengthy black hair,
extened eyelashes, and a smile with jagged teeth.
She tried to pull away from the Stormtrooper, but
found herself stuck in his grasp. "Won't you let me
join you for dinner? I know we started off on the
wrong foot before..." She said, talking to Claudius
without actually looking at him. He *had* put the
fear in her. "...For the sake of my *grandson*, I
think we should try again."
Claudius was about to enjoy his meal the sickening
sight of Rikka Dakkar caused him to lose his
appetite. He dropped his fork on his plate, causing
the metal against porcelain to create a loud
*clank*. The knife, however, did not leave his hand
and he considered plunging it into Rikka's heart,
but he did not think she had one. Furious, he would
*not* hear the woman out. "Lieutenant, take her
away!" he ordered, but did not make eye contact with
her. Instead, he reached across the table and
focused his love and attention on Sierra, who surely
needed his support. "Fear not, Sierra. It'll soon be
over," he said, in his most reassuring and
that the Grinch's heart is two sizes too small.
Well, Rikka Dakkar's heart was four sizes too small.
It would be quite a task to actually stab her in the
heart, when her heart was such a miniscule part of
her being. It would be easier to hit a kidney and
pray it was enough to slay the beast. Sierra was
*not* pleased to see her mother. She let her husband
deal with her and gave Rikka only the tiniest bit of
her attention. Her eyes fell on Claudius. Sometimes
she felt as if that woman would never leave them be.
Her hands linked with his. For the millionth time
tonight, dinner had been ruined. Sierra groaned.
"Can we jail her? Is that acceptable?" In her
peripheral vision, Sierra could see the Lieutenant
taking away Rikka. His support provided her with
strength, which she needed when she was around a
woman who had abused her so much.
The wheels in
her mind slowly turned. Why was Rikka here? That
part bothered her. She wondered if the woman had
tried to contact Drusilla too. If Rikka wasn't evil
to the core, she'd have gotten along with Dru. As
the woman was dragged off, she could hear Rikka say
something about someone sending her tickets to
Sierra's New Calamar performance. Her head snapped
towards her husband. "Don't remind me of what a bad
idea this is later, okay? Bring her back. I want to
know why she's come to *our* home. She doesn't get
to follow me around the universe." Even Sierra
"Of course we
can jail her. We can even have her executed. Colonel
Zevrin has ordered so many executions in my name
that it's only fair I get to order a legitimate
one," Claudius said, trying to make light of what
was a truly awful situation. "No promises," he
teased her, before taking a sip of his ice water.
"You're right, my dear. Following you around the
universe is *my* job," he said, with a wink, before
silencing himself as the dragon lady returned
towards the table. He did not acknowledge her
presence in any way, nor did he even look at her.
This was between his wife and his mother-in-law, and
he would steer clear until needed.
The idea of
killing her mother had crossed her mind many, *many*
times before. It had been her initial reason to
learning physical combat. She felt a necessity to
make sure that she never fell into such a situation
again. With Claudius at her side, that possibility
was out the window. Sierra laughed softly. He broke
up the seriousness of the moment. "That's right.
You're damn good at your job too." She watched as
her mother returned. Sierra did not many any effort
to treat her mother decently. She simply sat up and
stared at the woman. "What do you want? Why are you
"Ooooh. What a
tight grip you have!" Rikka wiggled in the
Stormtrooper's grasp. It seemed that her daughter
had a change of heart. She was taken back to their
table, where she nudged herself into the booth right
beside Sierra. She reached over her daughter,
beginning to pick food off of her plate to eat.
Thankfully, Sierra wasn't hungry anymore. The woman
gasped. "To see you, of course. I heard you were
playing shows again. You were *terrible* on Corulag.
Simply horrible." Rikka brought her fingers to her
temples. She began to massage them like it had been
a terrific ordeal for *her*. "A woman by the name of
Arden sent me two tickets for your New Calamar
performance. She told me I'd be able to find your
home here." Rikka explained. "When I tried to visit
you, I saw all the security. Goodness me!" She said,
placing her hand over her heart. Her other hand
touched Sierra's wrist. "I didn't realize your
wretched husband had you locked up. Tsk. Tsk. I
thought I broke you of such things." The woman had
no filter. Sierra believed it to be a result of too
much alcohol at a young age coupled with stupidity.
For the third
and final time Claudius' dinner had been
interrupted. As he looked straight away his jaw was
clenched so tightly he nearly cracked his teeth, but
he did not speak his mind, not even as the woman
rambled on excessively. When he overheard that Arden
Zevrin had conspired with Sierra's mother his hands
instinctively curled into fists, but he did not
raise them from the table. But when she called him
'wretched' he suddenly rose from the table, causing
his chair to scatter backwards and then fall to the
ground. "Lieutenant, take her away!" he ordered to
the Stormtrooper platoon leader, before closing his
eyes and exhaling a beleaguered sigh. It seemed the
fates had conspired to prevent him from eating this
evening. "Sierra, we're going home," he said to her,
as he waited for the troopers to drag away Rikka. It
was every man's dream to banish his mother-in-law.
Sierra's blood pressure had shot through the roof.
All of Doctor Bailo's ordered to 'take it easy' were
about to fly out the window. Rikka was in prime
form. She insulted her repeatedly, told her about
Zevrin, and then moved on to her husband ... which
was went she went too far. "You will *not* talk
about him like that!" She was tired of it. She was
sick of her mother lingering around her life. Since
the Corulag performance, she had received so many
messages from her. It was obsessive. Beside her, she
watched Claudius rise suddenly. His chair hit the
ground while his order came across clearly. Rikka
was instantly swept away. She fought, yelling
insults as they took her away. "That woman..."
Sierra slowly rose from the table. She met with her
husband, sliding her hand into his. "Thank you for
sending her away." It was a pleasant experience for
Sierra too. As they left the restaurant, she leaned
in closer towards her husband. "Is execution still
on the table?" She asked him. "Perhaps a creative
and Sierra exited Avetti's into the streets of New
Calamar a crowd had gathered, in which several dared
shout incendiary comments towards the Grand Moff and
his wife. Stormtroopers attempted to arrest those
who made comments, but it soon became clear they did
not have enough troops. "Execution is *always* on
the table," he muttered to Sierra, as he listened to
the insults rain down upon him. "Let's get out of
here," he told her, as he took her by the han, and
put his body between her and the Stormtroopers
holding back the crowd. They were aboard the shuttle
in no time, and as soon as Sierra was strapped into
the seat, he went searching for the emergency
rations in the survival kit. Starving, he cut into
the ration, and squeezed the preserved bantha meat
into his mouth. He had *finally* had a dinner.
surprised to find that a crowd had gathered outside
Avetti's. They were much easier to handle than her
mother. She simply ignored them and continued moving
forward. It was Claudius who kept her and their
unborn son safe. As much as she hated him using
himself as a human shield, she also felt touched
that he'd put himself in front of her. Inside of the
shuttle, she quickly buckled up. They were headed
towards home, the place where *none* of these
irritations could reach them. Sierra sat back, sadly
watching her husband eat emergency rations. She knew
*exactly* what those tasted like.
home, Sierra took the lead out of the shuttle.
Inside the estate, she could hear Ewwiekewwieikkie
snoring from *somewhere* in the house. She touched
Claudius' back. "Head on upstairs to the
observatory. I'll be there in a minute ... or
three." She promised as she moved to first relieve
Bethany of her duties and then proceed to the
kitchen to see if she could find something a little
more tasty than rations for her husband's dinner.
Inside the kitchen, she found quite the pudding
mess. It looked like Ewwiekewwieikkie had painted on
the cabinets with it. She decided that it was a job
for Bethany for another day. Right now, she wanted
all strangers out of the house.
After a quiet
endeavor in the kitchen, Sierra slowly headed up the
stairs with a plate in hand. It seemed that the
night was going to end where it had begun, only
Sierra wouldn't have to protect the telescope again.
She turned into the observatory, giving him an image
worthy of his affection. She was carrying a plate
with some leftovers on it from the prior night that
looked infinitely more appealing than the rations.
"How's about some real food?" She asked him.
nearly asleep when Sierra found him in the
observatory, too weak from hunger to stay awake. "Shh.
Are you daft, woman? Don't say that word!" he said,
quietly, as he teased her. "We'll need a new word
for it. Something she can't possibly understand," he
suggested, all the while reaching out for the plate
just as excitedly as his adopted daughter. It seemed
they were now back where they had started, and
finally he would be able to eat some normal food
before ending the day.
As soon as the
'f' word came out of Sierra's mouth, she quietly
cursed. She listened hard to hear for the sounds of
Ewwiekewwieikkie bounding up the stairs. Nothing.
*Silence*. "Argh, I'm sorry. I know better!" She
gave him the plate before coming to sit beside him.
"Hmm... Something that sounds boring too. How about
'tactical meeting'?" Sierra sighed. She kicked off
her shoes and allowed herself to relax. She was glad
that Rikka was jailed. It was one thing off her
mind. The woman could do nothing but rot in her cell
now. She smiled to herself. Her fingers ran over
Claudius' thigh slowly. "You know, the girls are
asleep and we're all *alone*..." Her voice implied
all it needed to. "I'm not going to lie. It was
*very* sexy when you arrested my mother." That
knight in shining armor thing always worked.
cried out, with a mouthful of food that muffled his
voice. He nearly choked on his food, as he tried to
calmly chew it so that he could warn her. "If you
say 'tactical meeting' then it'll be
Meham'ohorovi'cloca who shows up without warning!"
he told her, with a smirk on his face before
breaking out laughing. "What is it with blue people
showing up and causing trouble?" he asked her,
before returning to his much needed meal. He then
heard her begin to suggest something now that he
were alone, but at the moment his hunger was more
geared towards food than sex. "Oh do let me eat," he
teased her, before placing the dish aside and moving
towards her. His lips connected with hers in a
passionate kiss as his dinner was once again
interrupted, by the least likely of sources.
and laughed. It was *true*! It was so true! She
wondered if the Chiss tactical officer would get
along with Ewwiekewwieikkie. "And you suggested
Ewwiekewwieikkie was pregnant! I think we're at our
max for troublesome blue people." She giggled. She
loved Ewwiekewwieikkie, but the girl had given her a
heart attack tonight when her attention turned
towards the telescope. "You're not allowed to eat in
peace tonight, love. I thought you noticed that."
This was now the countless time that he'd attempted
to have a meal only to have it derailed. Her fingers
ran through his hair. She kissed him lovingly,
knowing full well that she should let him eat before
she instigated. Instead, she let herself be greedy.
Her tongue made its way into his mouth to further
rile him up and increase the heat between them. The
kiss broke suddenly. Sierra looked into his eyes.
"You should eat." Perhaps his appetite had changed
by now. His wife smiled at him. Another crazy night
had ended so good. She felt elated to spend the rest
of her days with him. As always, Claudius was
*perfect* for her.