Farrah Ette had
lost *everything*. Her ambitions had been mercilessly
beaten and broken. The home she shared with her father
was no longer accessible. The time on New Alderaan had
only prolonged her and her father's suffering and
then...and *then* she lost him altogether. After
Claudius' little bitch had arrested Gaius, Farrah had
been aimlessly wandering the streets searching for where
he could be holed up. The petite preteen was looking
more exhausted and worn than ever before as she sat,
hunched on the steps of a destroyed cantina. Her head
was in her hands. As Stormtroopers moved down the street
in front of her, she listened. Farrah was beginning to
grow desperate. She had heard *nothing* of her father's
whereabouts. She began to worry that he had been moved
off-planet and was now far beyond her reach. "Damn the
Rodneys!" She muttered, stupidly slamming her small fist
into the cement steps. She scraped her knuckles along
the rough surface until she was sure she was bleeding.
She had begun to hate the blood that flowed through her.
The House of Rodney was neither good enough for her or
The rooftops of
Leiliani were a dingy place where years of industry and
pollution had combined to turn a once beautiful city
into a smog infested ruin. Despite the best efforts of
the Ithorians the more they purified the air the more
clear the damage from the Battle of Delaya became. It
was in this urban wasteland that Petrus Flosgermen had
come to rebuild his credits after his failed attempt to
kidnap his sister-in-law's children. The bounty on
Farrah Ette was an interesting one, especially as it
became known she was an illegitimate Rodney. Collecting
the bounty on an illegitimate member of the House that
had spited him was better than nothing at all, so as he
watched the child from beneath his helmet he zoomed down
with the macrobinoculars to observe her punching at the
steps. "Now," he said, with a nod to Luna, who he was
not sure was yet fully recovered. There was no time to
be sentimental or their target would elude them and we
would e forever serving drinks.
Delaya was a
terribly hideous planet. Luna Flosgermen noticed it each
time she ended up on this forsaken rock which her sister
ruled over. While many of her visits to the planet had
involved schemes against Zara, this one had to do with
the family she'd married into. Farrah was an interesting
individual. As a confirmed illegitimate Rodney, Luna
couldn't help herself. The target was wanted *alive*, so
Luna wouldn't have the opportunity to make quite the
scene she wanted to. Beside Petrus, she stood dressed in
her body suit holding her blaster rifle. It was set on a
stun setting as to not kill the little girl. She caught
her in the crosshairs of the weapon. She was, indeed,
still recovering from Zara stabbing her repeatedly. She
had spent a long time in a bacta tank, but the immense
loss of blood was something that took longer to heal.
She took the shot as soon as she had it. Her finger
squeezed the trigger, sending a blue bolt straight into
the little girl. As electrical impulses settled into the
girl, Luna watched her grow limp and useless. "Yes!!
Let's go collect our credits!" She grinned, shoving the
rifle into her shoulder strap. She began making her way
down from the building where they were hiding out. Luna
was as graceful as a cat. When she landed, she was on
her feet in front of the girl. She bent down, looking
into Farrah's blank eyes. "Yup. This is the one. Where
are we taking her, hubby dearest?"
Petrus had to
admit that Luna was the better shot at range, so he
watched as she delivered a successful sniper shot. He
followed her down from the rooftop, not expecting any
trouble, as they were on Imperial business. He towered
over the stunned body of the teenage girl, while Luna
made the positive identification. "The Imperial
garrison," he said, as he crept down next to Farrah and
lifted her body up over her shoulder. "Let's get paid,"
he said, smirking down at Luna from beneath his helmet.
He moved towards their speeder, and wasted no time
throwing Farrah's stunned body in the back. "You drive,"
he said to Luna, as he climbed into the passenger side
of the speeder. For once it looked like they were
actually going to make credits abducting one of the
Her smile wasn't
visible underneath her own helmet. Bounty hunting was
something she excelled at. She would have done her job
better had the man who posted the bounty wanted Farrah
Ette dead. She watched Petrus lift the girl, glad that
he was the muscle of their operation. "Credits! Credits!
Credits!" Luna sang all the way back to their speeder.
She even performed a little success jig. The young woman
felt confident that they were about to be rewarded. She
made her way into the driver's seat where her cybernetic
cat was waiting for her. It let out a meow, then crept
into her lap. "I missed you too." She said,
affectionately running a hand along the cat's back while
starting up the speeder. Luna began driving towards the
Imperial garrison. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the
destroyed city. "Later on, we can pour our paycheck on
the bed. I'll do some *very* creative things to you."
She commented as she weaved through the city. It didn't
take her long to reach her destination. There, she was
stopped by a Stormtrooper.
business here?" He asked in a deep voice, pointing his
E-11 rifle through Luna's open window.
Luna reached over,
grasping the hair of the Rodney girl. She showed the
trooper. "Business." The one worded answer was all she
needed to gain entrance into the garrison. After a lot
of failures, it seemed the couple had crept back on top
of their game.
Imperial Stormtroopers, but held his tongue as he
allowed Luna to deal with them. When they cleared the
checkpoint and arrived at the Imperial Garrison for one
of the few times in his career he felt intimidated. The
sheer size and scope of the structure itself combined
with the presence of thousands of Stormtroopers,
walkers, and even starfighters made him begin to sweat.
He reached down into the speeder and grabbed hold of
Farrah as if she were a rag doll. Throwing her over
shoulder as if she were nothing more than a duffle bag
he walked into the structure where he was directed
towards a turbolift that would ultimately lead towards
Governor Arundel's officer in the central spire. "Try
and memorize an exit, but I doubt we could fight our way
out of here," he said to Luna, just before the doors
opened. As he walked forward he entered the large, dark
office filled with all sorts of terminals. The expansive
windows gave a commanding view of the entire galaxy and
the city of Leiliani beyond.
Arundel was seated in his desk when he received word
that a pair of bounty hunters had captured the Farrah
girl. It was a much needed part of his plan prior to the
arrival of Sierra Rodney. When the turbolift door opened
he rose from his desk and moved swiftly towards them to
greet them. He began clapping obnoxiously, as he gazed
upon them with a broad, but insincere smile. "Well done.
Very well done," he said to them, before he moved to
Petrus backside where Farrah's head was. He lifted her
dark hair to gaze upon her stunned face, before smirking
and laughing at the sight. "Poor thing," place her in
one of the chairs. Then take your credits and be on your
way," he said to them, dismissively, as he moved back
towards his desk. He had bigger fish to fry.
Luna like it when
the option of fighting their way out existed. At the
Imperial Garrison, where they were outnumbered hundreds
to one, that wasn't an option anymore. She remained
calm. They had done this Governor of Delaya a favor by
finding the bastard child. Now she wanted payment for
her minimal effort. She placed a hand on Petrus'
shoulder once they had exited the speeder. "Act like a
kiss ass and we'll get out of here alive." She grumbled.
It was against her wishes to become wrapped up in the
Galactic War as they had once before. Her hand fell just
as they reached the large office belonging to Governor
Arundel. The first thing that struck her was that he was
overcompensating for having a tiny weewee. The second
thought that crept into her head was that she didn't
want to think about the man's privates. Luna's
cybernetic cat had followed them. If they needed an
escape, Luna would *make* one.
Her nose scrunched
up. The man rubbed off on her the wrong way from the
beginning. Perhaps it was his obnoxious clapping, or his
associated with the Empire. "She never saw it coming.
She was in no pain." Luna said coldly as she quickly
began collecting their payment. Unknown to her, there
was a visible shake to her hands. She wanted out of the
garrison, and she did everything she could to make this
a rapid transaction. With the credits in her arms, she
quickly headed towards the turbolift. "Let's get off of
this stupid planet." She stared at the Governor until
the turbolift had closed.
destruction had been cut short by the bounty hunters. It
all happened far too quickly for Farrah to realize that
she was caught. After the bounty hunters left them
alone, it wasn't much longer until the teenager came
back to. Her blue eyes blinked repeatedly. She was
working to process where she was. More importantly, she
was trying to figure out who stood before her. She
recognized the uniform. He was an Imperial officer.
"Where is Gaius Rodney!?" She shouted. Her little bloody
hands pounded into his desk.
"You mean your
father?" a voice from the shadows asked, before the
sound of bootsteps filled the otherwise silent room. The
beautiful blonde in the crisp ISB uniform of blacks and
whites moved towards the excitable young teenager.
"There, there," she said, mockingly, as she took the
seat next to her in front of Governor Arundel's desk.
"Your father used to work for me until you and he
repeatedly failed in your attempts to rid the world of
Rodneys," she said, as she crossed her legs and leaned
back in the chair. "Good job on the fat old man in the
hospital bed though, sweetie," she said,
condescendingly, as she examined her manicure instead of
looking at the teen. "You'll be reunited with dear old
dad soon enough. You'll be relieved to know we still
have use for you," she said, finally raising her face to
offer her a polite smile.
The voice was one
that Farrah did not immediately recognize. When she
turned in her seat, she saw a familiar face: Arden
Zevrin. She recalled Gaius talking about the woman. What
she remembered most clearly was that this woman had
refused to help them at the time they needed her most.
As the Alderaan guard was picked apart, she had offered
no assistance to them. She forced them to suffer on New
Alderaan. Farrah rose out of her seat so quickly that
the chair fell backwards and hit the floor. The
boisterous noise filled the room. "You!!!" She pointed a
finger at the significantly wiser, much more villainous
woman. Her face turned red. She began to yell at the
woman. "No!! I won't help you!" She stomped her shoe on
the ground. "You didn't help us. My papa and I don't owe
you anything!!" Farrah had the answer she needed now.
Her father was here.
replied, as she flashed a glance towards Governor
Arundel. "What a shame. What a shame," she said,
feigning distress as she brought her hand dramatically
to her forehead. "Very well," she said, as she raised
from her seat and began to walk away. "Oh. I almost
forgot," she said, as she stopped, dead in her tracks,
and looked over her shoulder towards Farrah. "Sierra
Rodney will be attending your father's trial and
execution," she said, with a smile as sweet as her voice
... and as fake. "Would you like to attend?" she asked,
as she started walking back towards the girl. "Since
you're of no use anymore," she added, as she came to a
stop behind Farrah, placing her hands on the back of her
chair, and slowly looming over her like a predator.
Farrah's blood ran hot to that name. She had attempted,
repeatedly, to kill Sierra Rodney. Her arms crossed over
her chest. The teenager was clearly weighing the pros
and cons of working with Arden again. Her presence at
the trial of her father would only ensure he was doomed.
Arden would see him die to make her suffer...and to get
back at the man for failing to kill Rodneys. She was
made to feel as tiny as a mouse by Arden Zevrin, who
loomed over her like she was preparing to strike. "
...What use am I to you?" She asked. "I want my papa to
be released. I want that little bitch to pay!" A common
enemy united them. Reluctantly, Farrah began to see
had been silent long enough, content to allow Colonel
Zevrin to speak to the child we attended to a glass of
wine. "Your 'papa' could be released. If he had a use,"
he added, as he slid back into the chair on the opposite
of the desk from her. "Do you think you could convince
him to serve our purposes?" he asked her, before taking
a sip from the swirling glass of wine. He looked to
Farrah before scanning his eyes upward at Arden above
her. He could not keep the smirk that was forming on his
lips from appearing, but he was not exactly trying to
conceal his glee either.
Farrah began to
feel very uncomfortable. There were two Imperials
perched on her shoulders, both making it clear that her
father would see death if she didn't agree to their
stipulations. Her head tilted downward. She looked at
her bloodied knuckles. Defeat was a feeling she was
spending far too much time with, yet the young teen was
feeling it again. Her blue eyes stared at the ground.
Between the difficulties of life, Arden, and Papius,
they had broken her. "...Yes." She answered with her
chin still pointed downward. "What do you want us to do?
Papa and I missed our opportunity to kill Claudius.
Clumsy Marcus is Duke now. If you wait around long
enough, he'll choke on a grape and die." She lifted her
"Do you know who
my least favorite Rodney is?" Arden asked, rhetorically,
before bringing her finger down and pressing it upon
Farrah's lips so she could not speak. "It's a rhetorical
question, dear. You'll learn what that means when you're
older," she continued, in a condescending manner, before
moving to sit back down next to her. "Jelena Rodney,"
she said, with an emphatic nod of her head, as the acid
dripped off her vile tongue. "You know where she is. I
know you know where she is," she said, as she leaned
back in her chair and looked towards Papius. "It's not
enough to simply send a fleet and obliterate them. We
must break their spirit," she continued, trying not to
elaborate too much. "We need you and your father back
there," she explained, as she leaned forward, and
brushed a lock of Farrah's hair back behind her ear.
"There. Sorry. That was bothering me," she added, with a
soft chuckle, as she waited for the girl to decide.
It was hard to
select who her favorite Rodney was. At Arden's question,
she remained silent. The woman was condescending to no
end. Gaius made her feel like an equal. Arden put her
into a lesser position than when she had worked as a
servant in the castle. She stared at the woman. She
would do what needed to be done in order to free her
papa. There was a name that Farrah recognized which she
said: Jelena Rodney. For months, Farrah had been forced
to watch Jelena lead her people on New Alderaan while
her father consumed more alcohol by the day. She wanted
the man she loved destroy himself over those who were
supposed to be family. Indeed, Farrah knew exactly where
she could be found. Arden reminded her, again, of where
she stood by brushing her hair back. The small teenager
gulped. "I want to see papa..." She admitted
pathetically. "We'll go back." Her lower lip quivered.
New Alderaan wasn't their home...Delaya was. "I want to
see my papa *now*!"
"Aww. She wants to
see her 'papa'," Arden said to Paius, as she brought her
hands up to her own eyes to wipe away nonexistent tears.
"Very well. You can see your father," she said, as she
dismissively waved her hand at the teenager. "See to it,
Papius. I can't stand the smell down in the detention
block," she said, as she made a point of ordering the
Governor around in front of Farrah so that there would
be no question of who was in charge. She rose from her
seat and moved towards the window where she looked out
at the city and the mountaintop castle beyond. Sierra
would be coming soon ... she was nearly ready.
Colonel," Papius said, with a hint of displeasure in his
voice. The ISB was always theatrical, but he would
willingly play his part in this little spectacle. "Come,
Farrah," he said, as he extended his hand to the girl
and led her towards the turbolift. As they descended
into the lower levels of the garrison where the
detention cells were contained he felt a twinge of
excitement overcome him. Sierra would be there soon and
their plot would finally unfold. When the lift came to a
stop he exited and moved past the security checkpoint
before leading her down the row of cells until they
finally came to a stop outside of the cell that
contained the disgraced Lord Gaius Rodney. "Here he is,"
he said, as he allowed his code cylinders to be used to
open the door to reveal her father.
Tears had begun to
form in Farrah's eyes. She had been searching for her
father since his arrest weeks ago. It made her sad when
they weren't together. She hated letting Arden see her
weakness. The tears broke through and streamed down her
cheeks. As angry as she was, she was also relieved to
finally be reunited with the only man she loved. She
silently followed the Governor into the turbolift which
eventually took them to the cells. She wore nothing more
than a ratty, abused dress and passed through security
with no problems. The speed of her steps increased as
Papius stopped in front of Gaius' cell. "Papa!" She
cried out, rushing into his cell. The tears came
quicker. Her arms wrapped around him. "Papa!!" She cried
harder. The girl affectionately pressed her forehead to
Gaius Rodney had
spent weeks in this cramped cell within the Imperial
garrison on Delaya. A far cry from his days of living in
the castle and commanding the Delayan contingent of the
Alderaan Guard. He had not been mistreated, but he had
not been treated well either. He had simply been allowed
to exist in his cell unmolested, which allowed him time
to sober up and think about how far he had fallen in
solitude. He missed Farrah, never expecting to see her
again, so that when the door open and she revealed
herself he almost thought he was hallucinating. "Farrah?"
he asked, in a muffled voice caused my a lack of speech.
"Farrah?!" he asked a little louder, as he moved to wrap
her arms around her. He could feel her. She was real.
"What are you doing here? Did they hurt you?" he asked
her, as he began to shower her with kisses.
She began to
return the shower of kisses. Like him, Farrah suspected
that she would never see her father again. It would have
been impossible for her to break into the garrison and
save him. The only way to guarantee his safety was to
surrender herself to Arden once more. The young girl
cuddled her father close to her body. "You're really
here." She sobbed dramatically. Her head shook. No. She
hadn't been hurt. The effects of the stun had already
worn off. "I came to save you. I couldn't find you any
sooner." She locked her arms around him with no intent
of ever letting go. Everything had spiraled too far out
of control since leaving Delaya. It was time for both of
them to live up to their full potential. She pressed her
face into his shoulder. "I can only get you out if we
both agree to help Arden Zevrin spy on Jelena Rodney."
She muttered, only caring for the fact that they had
"Save me?" Gaius
asked, as he pulled back and gazed upon her with a broad
smile. "I'm really here," he assured her, as he brought
his hand up to caress the side of her face. "You came to
save me? Going to take on the whole garrison by
yourself, huh?" he teased her, as he tried to use levity
to assure her that he was really alright. "Arden Zevrin..."
he repeated in an angry groat, clenching his teeth and
grinding them against each other. "I should have known,"
he said, as he contemplated his fate, remembering how
Zevrin was of no help when the Rebels were attacking
Delaya. "Jelena will never trust me now that she knows
we are responsible for the death of her grandfather
among other things," he said to her, as the wheels began
to turn within his head. "We'll need something that
Jelena will want so badly as to be open to trusting us
and giving us sanctuary," he said, as he brought his
hand up to his chin and began to consider it. "Don't
worry, Farrah. We'll reclaim what is ours," he said,
before tightening his grip on her.
She rubbed away
the tears from her eyes. At last, she had her father as
well as his ticket out of jail. Farrah let out a dry
laugh. "Oh, daddy!" She saw that they had not abused him
so badly as to change who he was. It was good to see him
sober. Her hopefulness soon faded. He was right. Jelena
wouldn't trust them. A deep frown formed on her face.
"We have to find something." She placed her hands on his
shoulders. "If we don't, Zevrin will make sure we both
suffer." She was worried. She had missed him so much.
"Sierra Rodney is on her way here. She thinks she's
coming to see your execution." Farrah told him.
Farrah. I'm certain that Zevrin would have never let
this plot advance this far unless she already had
something in mind for us to use to ingratiate ourselves
back on New Alderaan," Gaius informed his daughter, to
try and turn her frown upside down. "Neither of us is
going to suffer," he assured her, as he moved his hand
up and down her back repeatedly to sooth her. "Hmm.
Sierra is coming here, for *my* execution?" he said, as
he tilted his head and arched his eyebrow. "What a shame
we will have to disappoint her yet again," he said, as
he rose to his feet and moved towards the door with his
daughter. "Governor, you may tell your mistress we agree
to her terms," he said, with a smile, before climbing up
out of the cell to embrace his newfound freedom. He was
sober and had a purpose again, and thankfully it would
once again place him in conflict with his cousin's
began to smile again. Ultimately, she had her father
back. That mattered most to her. She cuddled closely to
him. "I hope Zevrin kills her." The young girl muttered
under her breath. Only time would tell if working with
Arden Zevrin would cause problems for the couple again.
Whatever actions had been set in motion, Farrah and
Gaius were now apart of.