Gaius Rodney knew that returning to New Alderaan
would be a death sentence, as he was beyond the
protection of the Galactic Empire, and under the
authority of his cousin, Jelena Rodney, whose
grandfather he assassinated. Colonel Arden Zevrin of the
ISB provided him with a datadisk containing information
about a captured Rebel commando being transported in the
Ringali Shell. It was the kind of information that
Jelena would not be able to resist, as she personally
knew the commando involved. With any luck she would
accept the data at face value and allow him, and his
daughter, to settle into the community. When he arrived
back on New Alderaan he did know what to expect, and
before departing from the ship he looked towards Farrah,
and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "If Jelena does not
accept this and executes me we must hope that because
you are a child she takes mercy on you. She is weak, and
the weak are always vulnerable to pity," he said to her,
with a firm nod of his head. With that he moved from the
refugee transport and began moving through the streets
of New Aldera to find Jelena Rodney.
The plot laid out to them by Colonel Arden Zevrin had
holes poked in it already. The information in which she
had provided Gaius and Farrah was desirable. Farrah was
sure that Jelena would want it ... but would she want it
enough to pardon everything that had happened as an
attempt to align Gaius with the throne? They were
responsible for killing Jelena's grandfather. They were
also responsible for nearly killing her father, and
indirectly to blame for Duchess Livia's suicide. Farrah
had only just freed Gaius. The thought of potentially
losing him to Claudius' daughter infuriated her. "She
*is* weak." The teenager agreed with a sneer on her
face. "I'll kill the whole House of Rodney myself if she
harms you." She gave him a tight hug before they left
the comfort of the craft. Together, they walked through
New Aldera, the place that they were supposed to call
'home'. New Aldera was always growing. The Rebels were
working hard to create a paradise for refugees. All
Farrah wanted to do was destroy it. As they neared the
command center, two Rebels stopped them. "We're looking
for Jelena." Farrah said firmly. "Tell her we have
information about Corporal Lovora Rikki." With that,
Farrah waved them away.
Lady Jelena Rodney was raised to be an administrator.
As her father grew in age and did not produce a male
heir the procedures were in place for her to succeed him
as *Duchess* of Delaya. She took her studies seriously,
although she never believed the day would actually come.
Now she found herself in charge of the fledgling
Alliance safeworld of New Alderaan. It was an infinitely
more difficult task than governing Delaya, and her
stress level was higher than she ever thought possible.
There were more refugees arriving everyday and fewer and
fewer resources for them. When she heard the name 'Lovora
Rikki', one of the commandos who protected her on
Rhinnal and who had since been captured by the Empire
her attention was piqued. She turned, initially with a
broad smile on her face, but when she saw it was her
wicked cousin Gaius the smile faded and she became very
angry. "You!" she said, as she surged towards the man,
curling her hand into a fist and beginning to punch at
his chest repeatedly. "Arrest this man," she commanded
her guards, while she was still viciously striking him.
Gaius knew it would start like this, so when his
cousin approached him and began striking him he did not
retaliate, and instead allowed her to savage him. "Jelena,
Jelena," he said calmly, between blows, using the same
voice he would use when he would scold her for running
around the castle in her youth. "I have come to bring
you information about Lovora Rikki. I risked my life to
bring you this data so you could rescue her," he told
her, before raising his arms to wrap them around her,
holding her, to prevent her from continue to hitting
her. He remembered every punch. One day he would have
his revenge for them.
Two words and Jelena Rodney was running out of the
command center like they had made her day. Farrah
crossed her arms over her chest. Her anger only grew at
Jelena's dramatic reaction to the sight of her cousin.
Jelena Rodney was weak and stupid. She didn't understand
who truly deserved to rule over Delaya. It certainly
wasn't the playboy drunk and his smutty wife. She rolled
her eyes throughout Jelena's tantrum. "It's all right
here." She said, holding up a datadisk. "Everything you
need to know about your precious friend. We only ask
that you allow us to live in New Aldera again. We are,
after all, refugees of the war. Me and my daddy have
nowhere to go." She faked a little sob, inching closer
to her father like she needed his defense. The datadisk
stayed out of Jelena's reach. Unless she agreed to her
stipulations, the disk would remain in Farrah's hand. If
she tried to execute Gaius, then Farrah would crush the
data under her foot and doom Lovora Rikki to a lifelong
imprisonment with the Empire.
"You murdered my grandfather. You tried to murder my
father, my stepmother, and who knows who else," Jelena
shot back at Gaius and Farrah. She tensed up, worming
her way out of Gaius' grasp and retreating to the safety
of her guards who were ironically once members of the
unit that Gaius commanded. "Kat..." she said, anxiously,
between grit teeth, as she was uncertain of what to do.
She suddenly felt nauseous. She closed her eyes,
exhaling deeply, and lowering her head. She listened to
Farrah's demands, quickly turning her head to look at
her. "You're in a position to demand nothing!" she said,
as the conflux of emotions that were swirling within her
got unloaded on her younger cousin.
Yekaterina Hanson tried to always at Jelena's side,
as it was her previous duty to protect members of the
Duke's immediate family. When she saw Gaius, her old
commander, who had become disgraced she was angry too.
She knew what he was capable of and she considered
shooting him with her DH-17 blaster pistol, but she
would not pull the trigger without clear instructions.
She stepped forward to step between Jelena and Gaius.
"Hands to yourself, my lord," she said, with a level of
disgust, as she glared at him from beneath her large,
white blast helmet.
"That was Arden Zevrin and her agents, Jelena," Gaius
said, as he knew what the woman had done to her as well.
"She wanted to hurt your father. She wanted to hurt
you," she said to her, as she took a step forward before
Hanson, his old deputy, got in his path. He gave her a
curt nod, before continuing to address Jelena. "I was
trying to save my life. Save my daughter's life," he
said to her, pleading with her in a bit of playacting.
"But I fooled her. And I stole this data, risking my
life to bring it to you," he said, as he instructed
Farrah to give her the datadisk with a motion of his
hand. "Save your friend. Just let me and my daughter
take refuge here. We have no place else to go. Please,"
he said, as he forced himself to begin to cry.
It was bitter remembering all the failures, but there
was *one* triumph: Julius Rodney. Though it had taken
years to accomplish, Farrah had successfully killed him.
She would never forget how angelic he looked when she
had taken his last breath away. Farrah inched closer to
her father to play the victim card. She clutched him and
began to shake. It was sickening to see Yekaterina
Hanson here, still cleaning up after the House of
Rodney. The woman was a dog...a dog who needed a master
to be of any use. At her father's motion, Farrah's small
hand extended to offer Jelena the disk. She burst out
into tears. She 'accidently' dropped the datadisk,
turning her body close to her father's to sob into his
chest. "It's true!" She cried. "Arden Zevrin tried to
hurt my daddy. She even said..." Farrah began, sniffing.
"She said she had killed my mummy! We couldn't get away
from her." She wiped the continuous tears from her
cheeks. "Daddy... I'm scared. Where will we go if Jelena
won't help us? I don't want that lady to hurt you.
You're all I have ... l-left." She closed her eyes
tightly. Her tears were mostly real...but not cried for
the reasons she gave. She cried because she had lost her
father for so long on Delaya and now she had him back.
Jelena listened to Farrah's tears and fell for it
hook, line, and sinker. She moved towards her younger
cousin and offered her some support by allowing her hand
to come to rest upon her shoulder. Arden Zevrin had
committed so many atrocities against her and her family
that what Gaius was saying was not out of the realm of
possibility. After all, Zevrin was the one who
surgically implanted an explosive device upon her heart
and used the threat of detonating it to control her
father. "We'll see what's really on this disk," she
said, as she reached down to pick it up off the ground.
She handed it over to Kat and began walking back towards
the terminal in the command center.
Kat was not sure if she was buying what Gaius and
Farrah were selling but, then again, she had never met
this Arden Zevrin that seemed to instill genuine fear in
both of them. With data disk in hand she moved back
towards the terminal and inserted it. She studied what
was in front of her, before reporting to Jelena. "It's
definitely an Imperial flightplan. It's for an Imperial
shuttle from the Star Destroyer Interrogator in the
Corulus system, assigned to Captain Trainor, and bound
for a classified location on Esseles," she informed
Jelena, although none of it meant anything to her. "The
cargo is listed as Corporal Lovora Rikki," she said,
which was that Gaius claimed would be on the disk. "I
don't have the skill to authenticate it though," she
said, honestly, as she looked towards Jelena.
Farrah had successfully played the eldest Rodney
daughter's heart strings. She shivered and shook as the
tears continued to stream down her face. Jelena had
broke. It was obvious by the light affection she gave
the young girl. Farrah gave her father an extra squeeze.
They were now free to roam New Aldera and continue Arden
Zevrin's will with the intent of handling Jelena over
Inside the makeshift command, Iyah Xergo was watching
a playback of the pilots on Rhinnal. She wondered how
long it would be before they took Rhire refugees in on
New Aldera as well. Iyah was not aware that Gaius had
arrived. Though her husband was linked to the House of
Rodney, she tried to keep her family away from the drama
that seemed to surround his family. She had thought
seriously about how to help Duke Marcus and Duchess Zara
on Delaya, but she doubted she had the resources to
successfully bring down the Governor who tormented them.
The commander drew herself away from her work. She moved
towards Jelena and Kat at the terminal. "What's this?"
She eavesdropped in on them, looking at what she
recognized to be an Imperial flightplan. "Corporal
Lovora Rikki... I've heard of her before." Iyah tried to
remember more. Had Derek mentioned her before? She
looked down at Jelena for more information. "Where did
you get this?" Her gut told her that she was going to be
involved in rescuing this 'Lovora Rikki' person. She
felt a tinge of guilt as Callista had only just arrived
home from Delaya.
Gaius Rodney recognized Commander Xergo as the
wannabe Rodney bride his forces had driven off Delaya.
His enemies seemed to be everywhere. This was not going
to be easy. He looked towards Farrah for a moment with
an uncomfortable look upon his face. "Ah. Commander
Xergo," he said, with a broad smile as he remembered his
etiquette training. "I trust you, the bas- Mug, and your
daughter are well," he said, nearly slipping up and
calling Mug a 'bastard'. "I stole it from Colonel Zevrin
on Delaya. She was careless, probably because she did
not think me capable of such an audacious plan," he said
to her, as he tried to sound convincing. "I took an
awful risk getting this to you, and this is how you
treat me?" he said, in protest, acting offended.
Iyah had not seen Gaius Rodney in some time. She
recalled the manhunt which lead to her, Mug, and
Callista's departure from Delaya. Seeing him made her
angry. It boiled inside of her. His tongue slipped,
nearly calling her husband a 'bastard'. Her eyes
narrowed. She tossed a look to Jelena and Kat that
silently asked 'what's *he* doing here?' "Yes... My
family is fine..." She looked down at Farrah. The
presence of a child brought her anger to a simmer. She
did not realize that Gaius was a father. He explained
himself so she wouldn't need to ask the question. She
had never heard of 'Colonel Zevrin'. It had to have
taken courage to steal such information away from an
Imperial Colonel. She said nothing to him, turning
towards the flightplan. "There's a risk this may be a
trap, milady." Iyah warned. She eyed Gaius with disgust.
She didn't trust him, but seldom did Iyah trust anyone.
"How valuable is the prisoner they are transporting?
What are you willing to risk to save her?"
Jelena Rodney was a diplomat and an administrator.
She knew nothing about intelligence or flightplans or
anything the people around her talking about. What she
did know, however, was Lovora Rikki. "Corporal Rikki was
one of the Rebels who protected me when I first
defected. She was with me right up until I was captured
by the ISB," she said, voice trembling, as she broke off
eye contact and looked down at the ground. "Please. If
there's even a chance of getting her back we have to,"
she said to Iyah, as she looked up at her with
impassioned eyes. What she was saying, however, was that
*she* had to get her back. She was asking for so much,
with so very little to show for it. She was asking Iyah
to trust a man who had caused them all so much pain and
suffering ... the very definition of a monster.
It was Iyah's first response to have Gaius arrested
and executed. He was evil to the core. It was Jelena who
swayed her otherwise. She at her. She could recall her
limited time with Governor Arundel. Corporal Rikki had
been in the hands of Imperials for far longer than she
had. Despite the utter lack of information, and that
there was no way to authenticate it, Iyah let out a long
sigh. "Okay. We'll attempt to get her back." Iyah lifted
a hand to pat her niece's shoulder softly. She then used
the same hand to usher her away from the command center.
"I think we should go talk somewhere privately about
this before we deliver our plans to everyone else. Let's
go to my house.." She watched Gaius. What Iyah really
wanted was to place some space between him and Jelena.
She began redirecting Jelena towards home, where an
unexpected visitor was waiting for her. "Tell me more
about Corporal Rikki."
Jelena began following Iyah, but stopped as she was
passing Gaius. "If this information turns out to be
inaccurate ... if anyone gets hurt ... you'll wish they
had executed you on Delaya. I learned many things from
my father," she warned him, as she raised her right
index finger and got it right in his face. "Watch him,"
she ordered Kat, before moving to catch up with Iyah.
"When I first defected it was awful. They had me in a
storage closet aboard their space station," she said,
shaking her head in remembrance of those early days.
"Derek let me go down to Rhinnal to get some air, while
Rhinnal was worse. Coldest place I've ever been," she
said, complaining like a teenager for the moment. "I met
Lovora there. She was one of the commandos who protected
me. Nice woman, nicer than most of the people I met. She
was with me just before the ISB captured me, but I
wasn't there anymore when she got captured. I don't know
how it happened," she said, shaking her head and looking
towards the ground.
Leaving Gaius and his child in the hands of Kat made
the tension inside of Iyah reduce. She didn't trust that
man. She certainly didn't trust him around Callista. The
rescue of Lovora meant that she, and possibly Mug too,
would have to leave New Aldera. Iyah listened to
Jelena's story. There was little she new about her
niece, as Jelena and Iyah had both been far too busy
with their respective responsibilities to sit down for a
spot of tea and chit chatting. She understood why Jelena
was so obligated to save this woman, and because of
that, Iyah felt obligated too. It was the same passion
Derek had about saving Jelena. As a Rebel, she could not
overlook the information that had fallen into their
hands. "There is no way to know if the information is
real or not. We need to show proper precautions in case
this is a trap." At her front door, Iyah stopped and
turned to Jelena. She placed both hands on her shoulders
this time. "Your heart is in the right place, Jelena,
but you have to be prepared for what may happen. Rescue
missions are very hard.." Her voice trailed, recalling
Jelena's rescue. "I will do everything in my power to
get Lovora back. It seems that she has done so much for
her. We can't let her remain with the Imperials." With
that, Iyah released her grasp on the girl and opened her
Sierra Rodney was seated at in the living room on the
ground with Callista Nilar. She bore the obnoxiously
orange armor of El-Nay Darr. It was ill fitting on her
body, especially in the chest and rear end. Her helmet
was on though she had done nothing to conceal her voice.
"Callista, stop squirming! I'm almost done!" She
laughed. Her gloved hands were carefully braiding the
masses of brown hair that the little girl had. Her head
lifted when she heard someone open the front door. She
first saw Iyah, then Jelena. Her heart ached seeing her
stepdaughter. The longing for her to come home presented
itself at the front of her mind.
Jelena was happy about stopping by Iyah and Mug's
house as it gave her an opportunity to check on her
cousin Callista and hear about her mission as Skor II's
ambassador. However, when she entered the house she
immediately saw the orange armor of the Mandalorian
El-Nay Darr. "Oh no," she said, as she quickly moved
behind Iyah for protection. "That's that crazy bounty
hunter who tried to capture me on Esseles. She hurt me
real bad, Iyah," she said, trembling with fear. If not
for the swift intervention of her uncle, Marcus, who
knows what could have happened. Granted, she did shoot
at her, but things quickly got out of hand.
Commander Xergo had heard all she needed to hear.
Callista had told her all about the orange-armored
Mandalorian before. Iyah's daughter was as pure as they
came. Despite Iyah attempting to teach her 'stranger
danger', Callista still interacted with 'bad' people.
"Stay back!" Iyah yelled, stepping in front of Jelena to
block her niece with her body. Her hand moved to her
holster at her hip. She grasped her blaster pistol and
quickly aimed it at El-Nay. "Get out of my house,
*now*!" Iyah yelled, shifting into protective mother
Of the many things that Sierra was unaware of, the
complex relationship between El-Nay and Jelena was one
of them. No one had warned her of how much of a bad idea
it would be to wear the Mandalorian's armor until she
overheard Jelena. The bastard's wife moved into action
so quickly that Sierra could not immediately explain
herself. She released Callista's hair, putting her hands
in the air. "Jelena! It's me, Sierra!" She panicked. If
she was shot on New Alderaan, no one would be able to
help her. No one would help an ISB Major, the wife of a
Grand Moff, and the disgraced Duchess of Delaya. "Y-You
cheated on me during our astrophysics class. Remember?!"
If she didn't remember, Sierra was about to feel the
"Wait. Iyah! That *is* Sierra," Jelena said, as she
came out from hiding behind Iyah. "Sierra, what are you
doing in that awful armor?" she asked, as she looked at
her BFF turned stepmother quixotically. "It must smell.
Doesn't it smell?" she asked, as she began walking
towards her. She would never forget what happened
between her and El-Nay Darr, unaware that her father had
unleashed an equally harsh beating on her. "What are you
doing here? Is everything okay?" she wondered if this
was in any way related to the datadisk they had just
obtained, but she could not mention it for fear of
giving away information that their two forces were about
to clash ... again.
*Another* Rodney was in her home? Iyah mumbled
something under her breath as she lowered her pistol.
Instead, she walked around the surprise family reunion,
plucked Callista off from the ground, and headed into
the backyard to play with her young daughter. She didn't
want to be around for whatever reason Sierra had come.
The last thing she wanted was to see her, Mug, and
Callista pulled into something they didn't want to be
"The armor does a good job of concealing who I am...
It's *really* uncomfortable." She commented as she
attempted to adjust the chest plate. "I don't know how
she wears all of this all the time. Does it smell? Yeah,
a little!" Sierra laughed. "I will be taking a long
shower when I get home." It was better than the bubble
gum smell of the armor Claudius had worn. Sierra made
her way to Jelena to hug her tightly. Each time she saw
her brought on such relief. Though she didn't agree with
Jelena's life choices, she was happy to see her face.
"Everything is fine. Your sisters are fine. Your brother
is fine. Your father is fine too." She reassured her. "I
recently got back from Delaya where I was asked to
oversee cousin Gaius' trial. He was released." She told
Jelena dramatically. "Colonel Arden Zevrin released him
for killing your grandfather because she had a video of
him, Livia, General Carlist Rieekan, and *you*. She said
that your grandfather was conspiring against the
Rebels." Sierra said. She shifted the visor of her
helmet up to give her a view free of obstructions.
So Sierra's visit was connected to Gaius Rodney, just
not in the way that she had suspected. She cringed
slightly at the mention of the recording of her meeting
with the Rebellion on Delaya. "Take that helmet off and
come sit down," she said, as she moved towards the sofa
and sat down. She was suddenly very thirsty but she did
not want to raid what little food and drink that Zorans
had managed to save. She did not look at Sierra, but
instead sighed deeply and looked down at the ground.
They were about to have a very awkward conversation.
Sierra reached up and removed the helmet. Her hair
was a mess. It turned out to be a lot warmer than she
expected to wear all this armor. Each step she took to
an unoccupied chair took more effort than the last. With
a heavy heart, Sierra realized that she was on the brink
of learning the painful truth. She sat, placing the
helmet in her lap with her hands fiddling nervously on
top of it. "You can tell me. It was shocking for your
father and I to see the video. We only want to know what
happened. I promise I won't get mad." It was a premature
promise that Sierra didn't know that she could keep. It
was painful to learn that Livia and Julius had a hand in
Jelena's choice to join the Rebellion.
"Are you asking as my friend? My stepmother? Or the
adjutant of the Grand Moff? Or a member of the ISB?"
Jelena asked, as Sierra wore many hats. "It's not about
getting mad. It's about protecting people," she said,
with a sigh, as she leaned back in the sofa. It had been
a long day already. She looked towards Sierra, trying to
determine what was on her mind. "Did my father send
you?" she asked, as her rate increased along with her
breathing. It would not take a body language expert to
determine how anxious she was.
Indeed, Sierra functioned as so many things these
days. Her responsibilities were growing by the hour. As
she sat with Jelena, her work was building up back on
the Retributor. "Your stepmother *and* your friend.
Forget all of the Imperial stuff. I came to you because
I care, not because I want information to hurt the
Rebellion with." Sierra didn't like seeing how anxious
Jelena had become. She didn't want this to be a trial
against Jelena Rodney. Sierra rose from the chair. She
tossed her helmet into it, instead moving to sit with
Jelena on the couch. "Let's restart this conversation."
She reached over, placing a hand on top of hers.
"You'll never believe what happened the other night. I
left Bruce in the care of Kerrie. Your sister chased her
out of the house and insisted that *she* take care of
him. Before you ask, yes, I am talking about Drusilla."
After shooting Kerrie and leaving her for dead during
her defection every time she heard the name she became
uncomfortable. "Drusilla watched Bruce?!" she exclaimed,
her brown eyes widening as she looked towards her
stepmother with concern and empathy. "Is he alright?"
she asked, as she always feared the worst when it came
to the inherited clumsiness of members of her family.
Plus, Drusilla could be just as easily distracted as
Ewwiekewwieikkie, only it took something of *real* value
to capture her attention. "Yeah..." she said, as the
smile left her face and she grew more serious. "The
truth is when I fled the Warspite I didn't have much of
a plan," she admitted, with a small laugh at her own
ignorance. "I hid on Esseles, in the slums," she
continued, her breathing becoming more labored. "Some
bounty hunters found me, including the one whose armor
you're wearing," she explained, hesitant to mention her
uncle's name. "She attacked me, but the other two got
rid of her. Then one of them took me to Delaya," she
said, before breaking eye contact. "The Rebel General
... Rieekan ... he made contact with me and encouraged
me to go back to the Ringali Shell for propaganda
purposes and I agreed..." she informed her, speaking the
truth. "...and we all know how that turned out," she
said, before biting her lower lip and looking down. She
would need to make a stop at Auntie Mae's on the way
back to the command center.
Sierra chuckled, "Yes, he's fine. I was shocked. She
did an excellent job." The boy had even had a clean
diaper when Sierra arrived home. Despite how
overprotective she was, she realized that Dru was
capable of helping out if she gave her stepdaughter the
chance. The playfulness left the room as Jelena crossed
into a darker place. Sierra's hand held hers for support
while she spoke of hiding in the slums with bounty
hunters after her. She was surprised to hear that
El-Nay, who protected her now, had once been hired to
capture Jelena. Her eyes fell. This was what she had
been waiting for since watching the video in front of
Arden Zevrin: the truth. Sierra ran her free hand up
through her sweaty hair. "And that's how your
association with the Rebellion started? Did Livia and
Julius only help arrange the meeting, or were they
involved as well?" She hated seeing Jelena upset. Long
before she was her stepdaughter, she was her best friend
and the *only* person she felt comfortable talking to.
"No," Jelena said slowly, before rising up from the
sofa. She was filled with so much angst that she needed
to move or she feared she would explode. "It began long
before that. Princess Leia spoke to me the day my father
came to collect me and my sisters and take us to the
Ringali Shell. She informed me that the the Ringali
Shell was needed and that I could help," she said, as
she walked away from Sierra. In a way it felt good to
get it off her chest. "I began feeding information
through a member of the Alderaan Guard, but Kerrie
figured it out and killed him, but it was too late. The
information got out and my father was reassigned," she
explained, before looking skyward. "Alliance
Intelligence sent someone and I gave her everything I
could once my father was sent back to the Ringali Shell.
Willingly, because the Empire destroyed Alderaan. Kerrie
did everything she could to stop it. To stop me. But she
couldn't. No one could. When I couldn't stand it anymore
I left," she said, as she turned to look at Sierra. "I
needed to make a difference, and I am," she said, with a
firm nod of her head.
Jelena was opening her eyes to so much. She had not
realized that she had become entangled with the
Rebellion so early on. Now that she heard it, it was
devastating. They had both gone to school with Princess
Leia, though Sierra never had a friendship with the
woman quite like Jelena did. She saw now that everything
had been set in motion too early to do anything about
it. She always was reminded, by Jelena's passion, that
there was no getting her away from the Rebellion. She
worried about what would happen to her when the
Rebellion was crushed and the war ended. She had no idea
if she and Claudius would be able to safe her from the
Emperor's punishments for the traitors. She wanted to
burst out crying in frustration and sadness. Instead,
she internalized in by biting her tongue. El-Nay's ship
was close. When she found herself in its privacy, she
could let it all out.
Sierra was speechless at first. She seemed floored.
"I know." She finally said. Her words were weak and
quiet. Jelena was a leader now...the leader she had been
prepared to be some time ago. Sierra rose from the sofa,
reaching towards her helmet on the chair. "You're right
where you belong... as much as I wish that place was
Esseles, I can't change your mind." She brought the
helmet to her head to rest it upon her shoulders.
"How much are you going to tell him?" Jelena asked
Sierra, as she stared into the T-shaped visor of the
foreign Mandalorian helmet she wore. "I worry too," she
said, as she frowned, doing her best not to break down
in front of her. "He should retire," she said, with a
nod of her head, knowing that he would never listen. She
worried as the Rebellion continued to gain victories in
his oversector that the Emperor would execute him. She
did not want that.
"I'm married to him. I'm obligated to tell him
everything." Sierra explained. "He's a changed man, you
know? Different from when we were younger." Claudius
Rodney and the man Jelena had told her about seemed to
be two entirely different people. He was committed to
his family and had shown that they mattered more than
his post on more than one occasion. Her teeth scraped
over her lower lip, quickly recalling the trip to
Mustafar and the feelings associated with coming to
terms with Claudius' potential death. She never wanted
to watch him suffer like that. In a lot of ways, she
wished retirement was possible. "I wish he would. There
have been too many close calls. He will not retire until
the war ends. Right now, no one knows who will be the
victor when the dust clears." She had thought about the
Empire losing too in the times when fighting against the
Rebels became incredibly difficult. She thought about
what it meant for their family and all the potential
outcomes that could happen to Claudius. To her. Feeling
saddened, Sierra grabbed Jelena and gave her a tight
"Hey. Be careful hugging people when you're wearing
that thing," Jelena said, as she offered a bat to
Sierra's back, which was covered in a plate of
Mandalorian iron so she doubted she would ever feel it.
She did not want to discuss the end of the war, victors,
and losers, for she knew in her heart the Rebellion
would ultimately win. "Well, you had better get going
before you're missed back at Esseles, and I need to go
check on Callista to make sure she's okay after Iyah
pulled a blaster," she said, before bringing her left
hand up to the back of her neck. "You take care getting
back. And, let my father know that I'm alright. He's got
enough to worry about," she said, before giving one last
look, and then turning to seek out Iyah and Callista.
She had finally gotten everything about her involvement
with the Rebellion off her chest. She felt relieved, but
hopefully it would not pain her father too much.