had been stripped of her armor and was tied to a
chair, motionless, battered, with a face covered in
blood. None of the Imperial Stormtroopers knew what
happened, other than the Mandalorian had penetrated
their no fly zone in the possession of a supposedly
dead Jelena Rodney. Was she a clone? Was this a
Rebel plot? No one knew, and no one was taking any
chances. Slowly her eyes opened, and she attempted
to lift her head, but it quickly fell back down as
it felt much too heavy. "Ugh," she groaned,
wondering what happened, as she fully expected to be
rewarded for delivering not Jelena ... not tortured.
"What?" she asked, as she weakly struggled against
her restraints, again trying to lift her head
unsuccessfully. This was turning into another very
was wrapped in a blanket, slightly shivering, as the
idiotic Mandalorian had dropped her into the pool
when the Stormtroopers began firing. As she sat
there looking at El-Nay she could have said a word
to help the young Mandalorian, but her mind drifted
to the beating she gave her months ago ... so she
said *nothing*. "Thank you," she said, when she was
given a hot cup of caf to warm her. Her two hands
clung to the mug, allowing the warmth to flow
through her entire body. The first sip was enough to
warm her, and as she looked across at the blood
stained faux blonde, she could not help but smirk
beneath the rim of her cup. All of the bad that had
happened to her had caused her to become *vicious*.
There was a
shout from outside the guard house as Grand Moff
Claudius Rodney desperately tried to battle his way
in, but the Stormtroopers on duty would not let him
in until they determined exactly what had happened.
It was a frustrating thing having all of the power
on paper, but none of it in practice. If his
daughter was really in there, he *had* to see her.
He began pacing about angrily, wondering where
Sierra was, wondering if the baby was alright. He
balled his hands into fists, slamming them into his
thighs, before crying out in an incredibly loud
scream. His protests had gotten him nowhere, and he
bitterly retreated to the duracrete bench near the
garden to sit down, collect his thoughts, and wait
for them to grant him access.
Kerrie Kiley was doing her best to carry a battered
Sierra Rodney through the streets of New Calamar.
Unfortunately, she was smaller than Sierra, and was
finding it difficult to lead her through the
bustling streets. She knew it would be a scandal if
they ended up in the local medical center, but she
was running out of options. In a bout of anger and
lack of composure she withdrew her KYD-21 blaster
pistol from her holster and forced a civilian out of
their speeder. "It will be returned to you," she
said, tiredly, before throwing Sierra in the back
like luggage. Climbing into the driver's seat she
began to accelerate through the streets of New
Calamar and up the mountain road that would lead to
the Rodney estate. Unfortunately, neither she, nor
Sierra, were in uniform and it would be very hard to
explain this to the Stormtroopers at the checkpoint.
Everything they had worked so carefully on for days
was going up in smoke because Sierra could neither
pilot the transport, nor drive the speeder. She
wondered if the young girl was even old enough to
have her license. As she approached the checkpoint
she realized she had no authorization to be there
anymore, and that the regular Stormtroopers did not
care for her. "Wake up," she said, as she reached
over her shoulder to shake Sierra. She was both the
Governor's wife and his adjutant ... Sierra belonged
there, but she no longer did. She closed her eyes
and slowly shifted her shape into a Rodian to make
it look as if she were Sierra's alien driver. She
hated having to hide her identity, but it was a
necessary deception and would fit in with the
Stormtroooper's xenophobic beliefs. She slowly drove
the speeder up to the checkpoint where she hoped
Sierra would be able to talk them through, or she
would likely end up in prison.
crash, Sierra had become absolutely useless. She was
but a heavy heap which Kerrie had to navigate with
and ensure that they didn't end up in a medcenter.
The plan had gone accordingly ... until they made it
to Esseles. Jelena's vomiting had turned everything
topsy turvy...or was it Sierra's uneasy hands?
Regardless, the blonde reeked like vomit. Pieces of
her and Jelena's lunch painted her clothing along
with a mixture of her own blood and snot. The
collision with the dashboard had effectively broken
her nose, causing more blood than necessary to stain
her face. She looked much more bruised. As she began
to wake to Kerrie's shaking, she realized she felt
like she'd body slammed a rock. Her chest ached. A
nasty headache had already settled in. "Mm..." She
groaned, touching her bloody face with a single
hand. Her eyes opened to find a Rodian in her
presence, not Kerrie's human face or even her
Clawdite one. ''Fuck!" She exclaimed. "What the hell
even recall how so much vomit had ended up on her.
Sierra's mind strung forward rapidly. Jelena was not
with them. Was she safe? The sight of the checkpoint
made her produce another groan. "This day will never
end, will it?" She scrambled to sit upright. There
was a blanket on the floor of the back seat. She
grabbed it, draping it over her body so that one
mess was not noticeable. As for her face... She
rolled down her window with a seemingly irritated
expression on her face. A Stormtrooper peered in at
her, then at her Rodian driver, then back to the
wife of the Governor. "Ma'am..." His voice began.
Sierra's eyes narrowed. "Not everyone enjoys an ISB
officer. Let me into my home. I need to see my
husband." She snapped. With that, the final security
gate opened up. Her window zipped back upwards
rapidly. "Where's Jelena?" Hopefully at the estate.
Seeing it brought relief to Sierra. She wasn't
terribly concerned with her wounds, however, she did
feel worried for the infant growing in her womb. She
wanted to summon Pilaq immediately. With all that
was going on, she feared that his presence would
only raise red flags.
speeder stopped, the blonde-headed woman got out.
She leaned against the speeder, head pressing into a
wound on her forehead. "Shit... I crashed the
speeder, didn't I?" It was all rolling back to her.
She noted that the Stormtroopers were bustling
around home. From there, all she had to do was
listen. A woman in orange armor had been captured. A
clone of Jelena was with her. She looked to Kerrie.
"Please find Claudius and let him know what's
happened. I will see to El-Nay and Jelena." With
that, Sierra was gone. She stomped towards the guard
house feeling furious. She wasn't going to let them
fall out of the race right at the end. After some
choice words (and hand gestures), she gained access
into the guard house. At that point, Sierra
developed severe tunnel vision for the Stormtrooper
in charge. She could be seen berating him for
arresting guests who were *supposed* to be added to
the approved guest list. She claimed that the Jelena
they held was merely a clone of the highest degree
which she intended to use to cheer her husband up
and that El-Nay was a close, childhood friend. She
drained her hormones all over the poor bastard.
Beneath his helmet, she had surely made that man
cry. "Fucking assholes," Sierra approached El-Nay
first, freeing her of her seat. "Send her belongings
back to the house before I have you all reassigned
to the belly of Hoth!" She helped El-Nay to her
feet, then looked at Jelena. "Get up. We're going to
see your father."
"I much prefer
the guard house," Jelena said to Sierra, as she
watched her clumsily help the Mandalorian who was
falling in and out of consciousness. "Are you just
doing all this to give him a heart attack so you can
inherit everything?" she asked her former best
friend, as she rose from her chair with grace and
dignity. "Behind me," she said, throwing a cutting
glare towards Sierra, before she raised her chin
like the noblewoman that she was and began to march
out of the guard house towards where her father was.
This was not a reunion she wanted. She suddenly
missed the crowded, filthy Rebel space station deep
within the nebula. "Father," she said, without
making eye contact, as she turned her nose up at him
and instead looked towards the estate where her
sisters were. She missed them, and that was the
silver lining she would take from this.
rose when he heard the footsteps approach him, but
he assumed it was one of the Stormtroopers coming
towards him. But as they drew nearer he heard the
footsteps as more gentle, rather than the plodding
heavy steps of a Stormtrooper. Was it Sierra? Was it
Kerrie? A range of emotions danced over his mind
until he slowly raised his head. He feared his brown
eyes failed him as he caught a glimpse of the
angelic sight of his eldest daughter, with the sun
shining down behind her. He rose from the bench, but
stumbled, falling to his knees in front of her. He
wept tears of joy as his miracle was granted,
reaching deep inside of him to find the strength to
rise back to his feet. He wrapped his arms around
his daughter, holding her tighter than he had ever
done before. "I love you," he said to Jelena, as he
turned his face to place a kiss upon her cheek. With
his chin resting upon his daughter's shoulder he
looked towards his beloved Sierra, who was a
physical mess. "Thank you," he said to her, as he
looked towards her. It seemed he had everything. Now
it was just a question of whether he could hold onto
where to direct her low blows. She verbally punched
the air right out of Sierra. Claudius having a heart
attack over all of this was one of her fears. The
thought of losing him was more painful than being
blown up repeatedly a thousand times. Sierra had
been effectively shut down. She stood, feeling like
she was running out of gas, with El-Nay. If Jelena
didn't step off of her high horse sooner than later,
Sierra might snap. She was not so dainty and weak
anymore. Given her position, she had to create a
harder exterior. Her efforts with El-Nay were
quickly abandoned in the garden. "Sorry..." She
placed the Mandalorian woman on the ground. She
would see that medical attention found her as soon
Sierra was not
long behind Jelena. Seeing her and Claudius reunite
was enough to make everything worth it. She watched
her husband cry while embracing a daughter who he
had lost. Still, Sierra understood that this reunion
might not run smoothly. Jelena had experienced
Claudius as the father he was, not the father he
intended to become. She was aware that there was no
love from daughter to father and felt it necessary
to linger close should Jelena's rage center around
the love of her life. She looked to her husband,
nodding her head to his thanks. She would do so much
more to bring his daughter back to him. Sierra
continued on towards the bench near Claudius. Her
hand patted his back reassuringly. It was done. It
was over. At last, Jelena had come home. The reunion
felt ... bitter. Jelena didn't want to be there, and
if not here, then where *did* she want to be?
as her father embraced her. She allowed him to hug
her, but she certainly did not return the gesture.
"Father. I am tired. I wish to retire," she said,
more like a robot than a human being, as she began
to pull herself away from her father. She gave a
side eyes glare in the direction of Sierra, before
she moved up the sloping terrain towards the estate.
She wondered if her room had been left intact, and
she planned to spend time with both Drusilla and
Ewwiekewwieikkie for the first time in months. There
was also the matter of the little girl, Callista,
being held hostage, whom she had sworn an oath to
unceremoniously deposited on the ground, weakly
attempting to catch her breath. "Hey!" she yelled at
Sierra, as she suddenly felt abandoned, struggling
to get back to her feet. She recognized the Grand
Moff from her first attempt to capture Jelena and,
not wanting to be forgotten again, clawed her way
back to her feet and began walking towards Claudius
and Sierra. She outstretched her hand to the man, as
if she expected to be paid right there on the spot.
"You're welcome," she said, as she brought her other
hand up to her face to wipe away some of her blood
from her mouth. "You should pay me double since your
little security force shot me down," she muttered,
as her eyes looked towards the Stormtroopers. Her
eyes looked glazed over, as if she was suffering
from a concussion. She was standing, but she was
barely upright. She was wobbling badly, trembling,
and even the slightest gust of wind was liable to
send her tumbling to the ground.
course. Get some rest," Claudius said to Jelena,
oblivious to the fact she was cold to him, and in
the middle of a squabble with Sierra. He was so
happy to have everyone back under his roof that he
could not pick up on the complex social situation
that was unfolding around him. As El-Nay approached
he did not notice her, nor did he hear anything she
said. Instead, he moved towards Sierra to make sure
she, and their son was ok. "You did it. I'm so glad.
Are you alright?" he asked, as he attended to Sierra
lovingly. He brought his hand up to her face, gently
checking each of her cuts and bruises. He was no
doctor, but he hoped that it looked worse than it
actually was. "Should I send for Doctor Tohan?" he
asked her, as he began leading her towards the
estate where she could properly lay down.
alright? Excuse me? Hello?" El-Nay asked,
incredulously, as she was ignored by the Grand Moff.
She took a step towards him to protest, but it
proved to be a step too far. As she took that step
she suddenly felt very lightheaded. Her eyes rolled
with it, and before she knew it she was falling
forward onto the ground. She was out before her body
collided with the grass below, an unconscious
remnant of a Mandalorian. Once again she had born
the worst of it, and nobody seemed to care. It was
her lot in life.
sunk. Jelena took the first out that she could, and
her father was too grateful to see it. She said
nothing while watching the young woman make her way
to the estate. Perhaps a break was exactly what
everyone needed. A horrible stench filled the air,
which Sierra quickly verified to be her. Ugh. Her
face dropped into her hands to endure a fight with
the sickness building towards her throat. This all
could only play out badly. There was nothing she
could do to stop Claudius from getting hurt. She
feared they would only be able to keep Jelena for so
long before she took flight, or scorned her father
to the point of release.
surprising to see that El-Nay could still move and
that she was bold enough to ask the Grand Moff for
payment. Sierra would see to it that the Mandalorian
and Kerrie were rewarded for their assistance in
some way or another. She had nothing but exhaustion
and sickness to offer for now. Sierra dropped her
hands in her lap. It was best to ignore El-Nay
entirely for right now. Even if Jelena wasn't happy
about it, being reunited with her husband was
wonderful. Her hand touched his leg slowly. "I'm
okay. The day has been impossibly long." She
admitted to him while he looked into her wounds. The
only major injury was a broken nose, but even that
could be tended to. Facial wounds were damn good at
being dramatic. She stood, allowing him to lead her
back home. "I'd really rather not summon him. He's
been having to make so many house calls lately." She
would see how she felt once she took some time to
relax. Clutching Claudius, she looked behind her
back at El-Nay, who had now passed out. She hoped
that Kerrie would find her and provide assistance.
That poor woman seemed to have the worst of luck.
Sierra leaned over the bathroom counter. Her hand
ran through her hair. A persistent headache was
continuing on. "Everything was going so smoothly,"
she reported to her husband, forcing herself to
stand upright so she could begin removing her
clothing. "Then she threw up in my lap, *I* threw up
in my lap..." And her perfect driving record had
officially gone out the window. Kerrie would never
allow her to pilot, or drive, anything ever again.
She reluctantly began to remove her clothing. First
her pants, which she promptly disposed of in the
garbage can, followed by her top. Her torso was
bruised, though she said nothing about it. The
shower water was already running. All she needed to
do was pull the effort together to get in and wipe
the blood away. Tears swept from her cheeks suddenly
as realization overcame all of her other emotions.
"She's back, Claudius." Yet Jelena hated her so
dutifully followed behind Sierra, as if he was
walking on clouds. He could not have been happier.
"She threw up?" Claudius asked her, choosing to
remain in the bedroom and give her privacy in the
bathroom. When he heard the shower water running he
became more bold, slowly peeling off his uniform
until he joined her. "I am glad. And I have you to
think," he told her, as he followed her into the
shower. He had completely ignored the efforts of
Kerrie, El-Nay, and even his brother ... the credit
went entirely, unfairly, to Sierra. As he stepped in
the shower behind her, he wrapped his arms lovingly
around her, placing the palms of his hand where
their unborn child was slowly coming to life. As the
shower water rained down upon them he began placing
tender kisses upon the back of the neck. "I love
you," he told her, as he drew her more near. He was
the happiest he ever remembered being.
nerves, I'm sure." Sierra wasn't going to bring her
fight with Jelena to her husband. He was so happy.
She was willing to lay down her long time friendship
for that. She immediately began working the blood
away from her face. The warm water was a welcomed
change on her battered body. She questioned if she
should call for Doctor Tohan, though the pain was
all centered far away from the middle of her body.
She was surprised that he decided to join her, given
that she looked like she was prepared to scare small
children on Halloween. Sierra found herself in his
arms; the one true place where she could unwind. Her
hands touched with his. Normally, she wouldn't
selfishly take all the thanks. Today, his gratitude
felt good. "You don't have to thank me. I love you.
This is just kinda what I do."
closed. His contagious happiness began to sink into
her, despite how sad she actually felt. Jelena's
words were whispers in the back of her head that she
couldn't defend herself to. Her best friend saw her
in the light of a treacherous whore, key on seducing
Claudius for fame and fortune. Obviously, it wasn't
like that at all. "Kerrie deserves praise as well.
She saved me from ending up in a medcenter and
potentially exposing our secret." She added,
thinking of the small Clawdite as a friend now. "I
love you so much. After all the hard times, it makes
me happy to see you like this."
spent a few moments checking in on Drusilla,
Ewwiekewwieikkie, and Callista, before settling into
her room. She could hear the noises coming from her
father's suite and she bitterly rose from her bed to
put a stop to it the only way she knew how. She
moved to the control panel in the corridor that she
had utilized in the past so many times to sneak out.
However, this time her attention turned to the
temperature controls in her father's refresher. With
a smirk and a giggle she disconnected the heat flow,
which would cause nothing but frigid cold water to
be dumped on her father and former best friend. That
would put a stop to anything she decided to herself,
before closing up the panel, and retreating back to
her bedroom in victory.
Soon all the
concerns and negativity dropped away from Sierra.
She let herself feed off of her husband's happiness,
and eagerly engaged in some intimate acts within the
warm shower water. She came to see eye-to-eye with
him. They did have *everything* right now. Somehow,
her begging for Jelena to be brought back to life
had worked. She wasn't alone anymore. In fact, the
presence of their son in the womb only made their
relationship that more long term. No matter what
anyone thought, Sierra and her husband knew the
reasons behind their marriage and love. As things
began to heat up more between the two, the water
above suddenly became as cold as the tundra she'd
visited earlier in the day. "S-So cold!"
Jelena didn't get what she wanted. All the cold
water did was provide a brief intermission for the
inevitable. Sierra happily dried her husband off,
then escorted him back to their bed, where it was
warm and comfortable, to finish the act. Jelena's
first act of rebellion hadn't phase her. She simply
settled in on top of her love to warm him once more.
Her hands cupped his face. "I'm feeling much
better," she admitted, truthfully, before resuming
right where they had left off.
When the water
suddenly turned iced cold he cursed the Imperial
forces guarding his estate for draining all of the
energy with the security precautions. He hurried out
of the cold water, which had a greater effect on
certain parts of his body. He shivered as Sierra
moved towards the towels, drying him off. "I'm
glad," he said, as he brought a towel up to dry off
her much longer hair as best he could. There was so
much of it that it nearly exhausted the tired old
man. "So tell me. How did it go? Did the Rebels give
you any trouble," he asked, as he slid her into a
bathrobe, before putting one on himself.
Unfortunately, he did not pay enough attention and
found himself in her smaller pink robe, and her in
the massive blue one. As they both moved back
towards the bed a smile formed upon his face that
had no indication of leaving anytime soon.
appreciated his efforts. Her blonde, long hair
tended to be a pain at times. She certainly didn't
have it in her to sit and dry it. Sierra felt
*good*. She felt really good. To her surprise, she
found herself in his big, comfortable blue robe
which had his scent attached to it. Given the fact
that woman *love* the scent of their men, he wasn't
getting back his robe for the time being. She
giggled to see him in hers. Ah! This was love.
She came to
settled with him on the bed, having been left tired
from such an exciting day. She lay on her side,
eye-to-eye with him so they could talk together.
"There was no trouble from the Rebels. It didn't
even look like they had ever laid a hand on Jelena.
My ship nearly got eaten by your brother's sea
beast, but that was the worst of things. I gave them
Xergo and obtained Jelena." She prayed he wouldn't
notice the handprint on her cheek. Her hand brushed
over his face slowly. "The flight home was good. The
speeder accident, obviously a mishap on my part."
She knew that her and Jelena would butt heads again.
She was probably furious thinking of them together
behind closed doors like this. "Sorry everything
didn't end so smoothly." She looked a little
embarrassed. She didn't only strive to be a good
wife, but a good adjutant too. "What home okay?
Other than being stressed out of your mind..."
enough," Claudius said to his wife lovingly, as his
hand traced over her delicate facial features. "You
have brought my family back together," he said to
her, affectionately, as he wrapped his arms around
her tightly. "In this you have proven my trust in
you in all things is warranted. No one ... not even
Arden Zevrin ... can question you again," he said to
her, as he began showering her with kisses. As he
held her there was an unexpected sight on the bed
behind them. It was a blue plush Ewok. He moved
towards it slowly, opening the card. It was a
congratulatory note from the witch he had only just
mentioned. She had been watching. She *knew*. His
heart sunk, and he took the stuffed animal into his
hand, throwing it at the wall angrily. "I think
we'll be conducting business from Esseles. Let her
have her dreadnought," he said, bitterly, as he
pulled his wife down on the bed with him. Nothing
like a little intimacy to channel his energy in a
rewarding seeing Jelena again, but the words that
her husband spoke to her surpassed that. Tears slid
from Sierra's eyes. She'd unexpectedly proven
herself to her husband. The pain that Arden had
caused them seemed to shrink. He trusted her. He saw
her as more than Arden's plaything which she had
thrown towards the Grand Moff. "Claudius..." It was
so sweet. Each kiss increased her good mood.
Confidence swept through her mind, as if they could
do *anything* together. Her arms locked about him.
The day had turned from horrible to amazing all
because of the man in her arms. She really couldn't
survive without him. She had come to him needing him
so much more than she could ever explain.
The blue plush
Ewok caught her eyes when he moved towards in.
Sierra hadn't gone shopping...was it from Pilaq? The
gesture was sweet and the effort that went into
making it happen was much too much for the old
doctor. "What's this..?" She peeked into the card,
halfway expecting it to be from the Emperor along
with another invitation to dinner. Not pregnant,
Sierra had barely survived the feast of raw foods. A
pregnant Sierra would lose her meal on the spot, if
indeed her stomach didn't turn inside out as soon as
she saw raw nerf. The whirlwind kind of ferocity
that had caused her to attack Arden released into
her mind as she realized that the card was from her.
Her body became tense. She *knew*. "I agree..." She
was reluctant to allow Arden the dreadnought. Their
baby's life was too important to risk there.
letting her anger sweep over her, she allowed for
Claudius to numb her mind. Had he been there with
her when she decided to launch an attack against
Arden, then it probably never would have happened.
She happily embraced the idea of channeling her
energy in other ways. Her small hands opened his
robe, then did the same to her own so that their
bodies could be together once more. The more heated
it became in the bedroom, the less panicked she
felt. Arden wasn't going to get the chance to take
their baby away. Nothing could spoil what they had.
Kissing him, she reunited with her husband in the
greatest way possible. Today, the good outweighed
the bad. As angry as she was, this was another
moment to be treasured.