had only recently been approved to return to work.
That included returning to her concerts in the
terrible Zevrin tour. Tonight, New Calamar would
house her second appearance. Perhaps she felt most
comfortable there because Esseles was her home, or
maybe it was attributed to the fact that her husband
would be there too. They had yet to leave home,
however, because Sierra had been busily rattling off
instructions on how to take care of Ewwiekewwieikkie
and actually get her to sleep at night. Drusilla was
a lost cause. The only way to force her to go to
sleep would be to drug her. Now she was in her
bedroom, rushing to get dressed. She selected a
pretty red dress from the closet. As she began
dressing herself, as quickly as possible, she found
that the dress no longer fit with its cinched waist
and her swollen tummy. In fact, as Sierra pulled up
the dress, the seam popped out over her baby bump.
It seemed like nothing was going in her favor so
far. She'd had to change a broken string on her
violin, Ewwiekewwieikkie had consumed all of her
pudding, and now she had destroyed the dress she
intended to wear. "I know.. I'll make a new fashion
statement..." Sierra said to no one in particular.
If she didn't start making some clothing choices
soon, she was going to be late for her own
Rodney had purchased a luxury box at the New Calamar
concert hall for what would be his wife's second
performance of six. Although he did not realize it,
he was playing into Colonel Zevrin's hand perfectly
by providing the Rebels not one, but two, high
profile targets in a public venue with plenty of
advanced notice. As he settled into his chair he was
nervous. He looked down into the sea of humanity
that was filling the orchestra section, and he could
not help but become paranoid and see the potential
of danger everywhere. There were plenty of Imperial
officers in the crowd in civilian attire, and
increased security was of course present, but the
Rebellion had proved itself to not be easily
deterred. As he waited for the curtain to rise he
simply hoped he could get through the performance
without his fear and anxiety destroying what was
left of his stomach. He wanted her so much to give a
strong performance to spite her wicked mother, but
deep down he just wanted to get her out safely.
sat within the sea of humanity. Her place had been
specifically picked by Zevrin. It was in the middle
of the orchestra section while being far enough away
from the stage that Sierra would see her every time
she looked out. It was in her best interest to keep
Zevrin happy. Making her daughter look like a fool
in front of the whole galaxy was one way to do that.
She hoped that her presence alone would break
Sierra's concentration. She was *so* happy to be
involved in her daughter's life again. Things were
far to drab when she wasn't harping on Sierra.
later, Sierra finally found something to accommodate
her changing body. By then, she had spent so much
time fussing over herself that the time to appear on
stage was nearly upon her. Like her other shows, she
would not be performing alone. She had back up
musicians to fill in her inability to play every
orchestral instrument at the same time. The young
Rodney woman grasped at her violin case. Her stomach
did a turn as her thoughts directed to the safety of
her husband. She had a blaster pistol hidden beneath
her dress...but how much could it do? If there was a
full-fledged Rebel attack, a tiny pistol was going
to be meaningless. Sierra made her way backstage
towards the front of the stage. The curtain was
down. Everyone was ready... Was she? Someone
prompted her to head onto stage. As the curtain
rose, Sierra felt the terrible, cold exposure that
came with being on stage. These shows were so much
more crowded than anything she had endured before.
As she sat in front of a piano, one could see how
her hands shook. Her fingers fumbled to fall into
position over the keys. Breathing in and out slowly,
Sierra looked towards the crowd; more specifically,
to the luxury box where Claudius was. A little smile
appeared on her lips as she leaned into the keys and
began to play. She let the music sweep over her,
muting her performance anxiety.
was prepared this time. Instead of a flashy dress
that nearly tripped her up she was instead wearing
her Mandalorian armor. She attempted to dance in the
armor with the other backup dancers, but she looked
and felt ridiculous. Her targeting scanner was down
over her right eye giving her a field of view over
the crowd, which would immediately alert her if a
weapon was drawn or a hostile action was taken. She
did not want anything to happen to Sierra, but this
time she would prefer it if nothing happened to
herself either. She detected the presence of Rikka
Dakkar, whom Sierra had informed her about the other
day, but she did not have permission to assassinate
her. With a simple flick of her wrist she could have
blown the woman away.
And what a
visage that would have been. Rikka Dakkar, blown to
tiny bits at her daughter's concert. Sierra and
Claudius could have thrown a lovely party to truly
'celebrate' the dead. On stage, Sierra left her life
in El-Nay's capable hands, as well as the additional
security her husband had ordered. As she looked out
to the audience, she did notice Rikka's face. It was
hard to miss, after all. A little part inside of her
recoiled, but then she recalled her and Claudius
talking about her past. This was the getting over it
part. She let Rikka's presence roll off of her
shoulders. Her life had moved far beyond Rikka's
abuse. The concert progressed forward without a
hitch. Sierra traded out playing piano for violin,
which truly was her instrument of expertise. She had
played since she was four years old, after all. The
sound of the instrument rang out over the
auditorium. Within a few songs, this would all be
over. She wondered what Claudius thought. He'd heard
her play so many times at home, but this was
different. Every aspect of this music was her own;
the instruments, the composition, and so on.
As the concert
drew on Claudius allowed himself to relax in his
seat, and before too long he actually began to enjoy
it. He imagined what life would have been like if
not for the Rebellion. If he had simply been the
ruler of a minor core world and his wife permitted
to be an artist. Instead, he found himself at the
helm of an Imperial war machine, and his wife was
only permitted to perform under the threat of
imminent Rebel attack. Each song brought them closer
to a happy conclusion to evening, and a third of the
way through the Ringali Shell concert tour. He found
himself moved by Sierra's playing and, unbeknownst
to him, tears were beginning to flow from his eyes.
It had been a wonderful and thus far safe evening.
It would have
been a different life, that's for sure. The second
concert was, without a doubt, going to be the most
pleasant. Though having her husband there was very
risky, it kept her mind from wandering off the deep
end. This was especially true with Rikka in the
audience. As the show began to wind down and Sierra
made it to her final song, she stood, playing a solo
violin piece. It was sad. It was happy. It was
complicated. The high points were complimented by
low points. When, at last, she drew bow from violin,
the crowd erupted into cheers. It seemed that
Claudius and Sierra had secured another win against
Zevrin. Sierra shyly bowed as the curtain dropped.
She headed backstage where she intended to reunite
with her love.
woman was flabbergasted by her daughter. The quality
of her performance was incredible and transpired
what she was capable of doing. Rikka would never
admit to it. She seemed furious when the show ended.
She was red in the face, rearing to get to Sierra
like a bull. She made her way towards the access
point backstage. Whatever magical words she said to
the guard allowed her to step five feet closer to
where her daughter was. Rikka opened up her clutch,
drawing her hand inside of it. It looked like she
was going for a weapon.
beginning to sweat beneath her armor, and she was
dancing under the spotlight for more than an hour in
her heavy armor. Just when she thought the concert
was over her targeting scanner alerted to her the
motion being undertaken by Rikka Dakkar. "Gun!" she
screamed to Sierra, before activating her jetpack.
Like a wrecking ball she swung into action, heading
directly towards Rikka in a collision course. Once
again she had leapt before she looked, sending
herself hurdling towards the potential danger
without another thought.
already made his way from his luxury box to the
backstage area where he was waiting with some
flowers to congratulate his wife on her magical
performance that captivated his heart and
momentarily transported him away from the galaxy of
problems facing them. He was smiling from ear to
ear, quite proud, and informing every stagehand
endlessly that Sierra was his *his* wife. But all of
that excitement was immediately washed away when he
heard the Mandalorian yell 'gun'. Was Sierra under
attack ... *again*? Would they ever find peace?
Would they ever be allowed to have a single evening
devoid of pain?
It was over.
Sierra knew she owed El-Nay a huge 'thank you' for
enduring so much time on stage, in armor, dancing.
She was glad that the Mandalorian had not been shot
this time. It would make it easier to have her
accompany her for the remaining concerts. Her
pleasant mood shifted with the sound of a single
word 'gun'. "No!" Sierra reached beneath her dress
in a rapid moment, grasping at her own weapon while
crouching into a defensive position. As she turned
around, she watched El-Nay collide with ... with...
*Rikka*. She saw Claudius too in the foreground. Her
heart skipped a beat, touched by his sweet gesture
of bringing her flowers, but terrified that
something bad was about to happen.
screamed dramatically as something *heavy* collided
with her body. She fell to the ground, continuing to
scream and wither in pain. Her clutch had flipped
open, and sure enough, the woman *had* a very small
blaster pistol with her.
surface, Rikka had gotten a rise from Sierra. She
was furious that the woman had come to cause
problems...to attempt to*kill* her? She felt like
she might burst...but she remembered something. She
remembered that there was another win that she and
Claudius could make against Zevrin tonight. Her head
rose, looking towards El-Nay. "See to it that this
woman is jailed. Let no one treat her wounds. She
attempted to murder the Grand Moff. Isn't that what
you saw, El-Nay?" She paid no mind to her mother.
Instead, she stepped around her and moved towards
her husband. "Are you okay?" She didn't care if
Arden broke Rikka out of jail again rapidly. What
she cared about was right in front of her eyes.
quick to grab Rikka's clutch, finding the small
hold-out blaster. She rose, grabbing the Alderaanian
noblewoman by the shoulders, and clutching her
close. "As you command, milady," she said, with a
firm nod of her head to Sierra. A moment later she
reactivated her jetpack, sending her soaring out of
the open air amphitheater and towards a detention
center worthy of a political criminal like Rikka
Dakkar. The one thing she hoped as she soared
through the air was that the Governor had seen her
heroic actions and would respect her more following
"Rikka..." Claudius muttered under his breath. The
mere sight of her caused his hands to clench into
thists, causing the thorns on the stem of the
flowers to cut into his hands. When his wicked
stepmother was finally taken away he wondered how
long he could keep her detained this time, or
whether it might be better for El-Nay to simply
*drop* her during her flight. "I am fine, Sierra,"
he said to her, as the dust began to clear. "Let's
get out of here," he pleaded with her, as the longer
they lingered the greater the danger seemed. And
they no longer had the added benefit of their
Mandalorian bodyguard, or at least human shield.
The same exact
thought was running through Sierra's head: would it
be better if El-Nay dropped her during flight? No
one would be angry if it happened. After all, what
do they say about accidents? She was relieved to
hear those reassuring words. He was fine. *They*
were fine...all three of them, that was. She took
his free hand, whisking him away towards the back
where their speeder was parked. "We're not going
home tonight." She told him. "We're going to unwind
at my lakehouse." She grinned as she moved into the
driver's side of the speeder. In the backseat, she
had a box with various foods and sparking starfruit
cider packed. They needed to relax, *celebrate*, and
enjoy one another. Besides. . . there was a nice tub
in the lakehouse that they hadn't gotten to use yet.
Once they were on their way, Sierra began to speak.
She sounded shy. "Um... What... What did you think
of *it*?" Her concert.
best idea I've heard all day," Claudius said, as he
led his wife out the rear entrance of the concert
hall to where the speeder was waiting. "One night
away should only result in the girls causing a
moderate amount of property damage," he joked,
before settling into the speeder. As he relaxed and
allowed her to drive he began to calm down from the
adrenaline rush that had began when he heard the
word 'gun' uttered by the Mandalorian nincompoop. "I
thought the concert was amazing. You were
wonderful," he said to her, s he reached across the
center console to rest his hand upon her thigh.
"We'll show the performance to our children one
day," he pledged to her, as they approached the
newly acquired lakehouse he had gifted her. He was
looking forward to it as much as she was.
"Moderate amount of property damage? I can deal with
that." The further she got from the auditorium, the
better Sierra felt. The night was hers and Claudius'
to enjoy. The lakehouse was bound to become that
place where only they knew about it here on Esseles.
Her cheeks felt warm with blush. She felt
complimented and happy. "Thank you. I'm glad you
enjoyed it so much." She had purposely been trying
to impress him. Music was one subject that she had
skill in. He made her smile that much more while
inspiring her to daydream about their children. "We
will..." She agreed happily. "All seventeen of our
daughters." Sierra teased as the speeder came to a
stop beside her lakehouse. You can imagine that she
went and saw it immediately after receiving the key.
Sierra was just as bad about surprises as he was.
The sun had
set some time ago. It was dark outside. Fireflies
lingered above the lake's surface, casting a soft
light on the beautiful scenery. Sierra grasped the
box with their goodies in it along with the key to
the lakehouse. She stood at the door, unlocking it.
"It's been a long time since we had an undisrupted
bath." Her smile grew. Sierra made her way into the
cozy little home. It made for the perfect retreat
for both of them. She led the way towards the
bathroom. The box was rested on the counter. She
pulled the bottle of sparkling cider and two flutes
from it. "The concert wasn't all that bad for me
either. I was so nervous at the first one. I know
you can't be there to see every concert, but having
you there tonight made me feel good. Thank you for
counting the three we already have, right?" Claudius
asked nervously, as the thought of raising as many
children as a HoloNet celebrity on an adoption spree
was quite terrifying. The estate would need as many
rooms ... if not more ... than the castle at that
rate of reproduction. As good as the lake appeared
during their daytime visit it looked even better at
night with the fireflies dancing upon it. He could
have stayed outside on the shore forever if his wife
had not summoned him inside for a bath. He was not
dirty, but he was going to be. The house had been
conveniently furnished as he knew that with all they
had on their plates neither of them had the time to
properly decorate and furnish a second home. He
followed Sierra and the starfruit cider dutifully,
before they arrived at the refresher. He took his
flute, and immediately clanked it against her flute
in a toast. "Congratulations," he said to her with a
smile before taking a sip of the cider. "It was an
honor to be there," he said, with a smile, as he had
seen a different side of her tonight that he thought
was wonderful. Two down ... four to go.
"I like that that's your first question." She saw
those people who had shows on the HoloNet with
twenty-some children. They'd need to purchase a
ranch with land in order to let all of them roam.
Seriously, she didn't see them going that far.
Neither of them were that crazy ... right? Toasting
with him, her grin brightened as she took her first
sip. She felt very flattered. His opinion truly
mattered. She needed to know that she wasn't driving
him towards insanity when she played at home. He was
the person who had heard her play most, after all.
She placed her full flute on the edge of the tub and
started the water. She perched herself on the tub's
edge, removing her heeled shoes and freeing her hair
from its restraints. She was looking forward to the
end of these concerts. No matter where he was,
Claudius was going to worry about her well being
each time she stepped out on stage and dangled
herself in front of people who hated her by her
association to the Grand Moff. Sierra started to
undress slowly. It was nice not to return home. She
had time to clear her head while not subjecting the
girls to it. As her dress fell, she spoke. "How many
more *should* we have?" She asked him. "Children,
that is." The dress fell to the ground. At this
point, Sierra's pregnancy was in full swing. She
felt amazing, and looked equally as good.
the process of undressing himself, having worn
civilian clothes to minimize the bullseye the
Imperial uniform would have projected upon him. He
did not like hiding or denying who he was. On the
contrary, he was proud that he had honorably risen
through the ranks over 20 years of service and risen
to one of the highest positions possible. However,
he acknowledged that because of Colonel Zevrin there
were countless individuals on these worlds who
wished him harm, and he begrudgingly chose to blend
in. He was undressed rather quickly as his normal
clothes were not nearly as hard to change out of
than the complicated uniform. "We could roll dice,"
he suggested, as he moved towards the tub. He
allowed his hand to slide into the tub, to test the
water. "Ah!" he cried, as he pulled his hand out of
the tub. "Well. The hot water works," said the man
who had not had a hot shower at home in ages due to
living with so many women who routinely drained the
hot water heater.
would have to change eventually. Sierra didn't know
how to uproot Colonel Zevrin from their lives. The
woman's roots were deeply into the happenings of the
sector now. With the Emperor pleased, destroying her
might bring other hardships to their doorstep. She
silently swore that a day would come when he'd
*never* have to hide who he was. Pushing all that
from her mind, she focused instead on the topic of
the future, the parts of their family which had yet
to arrive. "Okay. Let's roll the dice." Sierra
agreed. Once their son was born, she'd be even more
on board with that plan than ever. She simply
enjoyed being pregnant. She couldn't wait for Bruce
She shot up to
her feet when he cried out. "What is this 'hot
water' you speak of?" She winked. She knew he ended
up suffering as he currently lived with three women.
Who *really* opted to take a cold shower out of
their own free will?! Certainly not Sierra. She
slowly began to sink into the warm waters. "Mmmm..."
She sighed as she sank down. "This place is
wonderful. You spoil me rotten, my love." Sierra
settled. "Just wait until our one year wedding
anniversary. I'm already plotting." She teased.
his legs over the rim of the tub and allowed his
tired old bones to settle in beneath the water. A
series of old man noises escaped his mouth as he
relaxed under the luxuriously warm waters of the
bath. "I hate to sour your impressions of me, my
dear, but ... I need the use of this lakehouse as
much as you do!" he said, as his eyes closed and his
head slowly descended below the water. Submerged he
felt the embrace of warmth that only came from a hot
bath, and as the water flowed into his ear canals he
thought he could hear his own heartbeat. A moment
later he emerged from back beneath the water a
changed man, completely relaxed, and half asleep.
"Plot away. Use the scheming skills taught to you by
the ISB to shower me in gifts. I insist, he said,
laughing slightly, before laying his head back and
unleashing a contented sigh. Things could not get
better for the war weary Grand Moff.
pleasantly. "I know! You need somewhere to escape to
also. We'll create a man cave for you here. With...
man stuff. Whatever that entails." She liked that
they had somewhere to go to unwind, relax, and enjoy
each other. It was a nice alternative from going out
into the city for dates. Sometimes, the only person
Sierra wanted to be around was Claudius. She tilted
her head backwards into the water to dampen her
curly hair. The warm water really was very hot. It
worked out the tension knots that she'd been holding
in her back all day while anticipating the concert.
It was lulling her towards an early bedtime. She
didn't realize how much tension she'd been holding
in. Still, she gently boarded his lap once his head
was above the water. Instead of instigating, her
hands met with his shoulders in a loving massage.
Sierra giggled. "Okay, just remember, I've got that
on record now." She winked, referencing all the ISB
listening devices littered around ... well, anywhere
but here. Her short massage ended with her snuggling
against his chest. "I thought the bath was a good
idea, but now I'm so sleepy."
Like the heads of animals I've slain on a great
hunt? And souvenirs from the great shockball and
shock boxing matches I've seen?" Claudius asked her,
as he arched a wet eyebrow at her. As a member of
the nobility and upper crust of society he was not
much of a manly man, and little idea of what a 'man
cave' was even meant to be. He had lived in ancient
castles and luxurious estates ... the idea of living
in a cave of any kind seemed foreign to him,
although he conceded it might be the only shelter
they could afford if Drusilla continued to drain
their accounts. "A shame," he said to her, as she
began her much needed massage, eliciting a series of
soft moans and gasps from him. "I thought this was
the one place where the ISB was *not* recording," he
fired back playfully, never letting her off the hook
for her connection to the Empire's most infamous
branch. "Well don't fall asleep in here ... you'll
drown us both!" he said, as he turned his head
towards her, to place a kiss upon her to wake her
up. "And what a HoloNet story that would be ...
Grand Moff and wife drowned in bathtub. Somehow
Auntie Mae would find a way to capitalize on the
tragedy with a limited edition, commemorative
flavor," he joked, but in fact the woman probably
would. "Live. Live for me. Live for our children.
Live to spite that ice cream impresario," he said,
with a subtle wink.
shoulders shrugged and her nose twitched. "Ew, no
heads of animals. I don't want Becky the Bantha
staring at me from where she's mounted to the wall."
She hated those trophies. No matter where you were
in the room, their eyes followed you! Her legs
squeezed his. The way they played with each other
was an endearing feature of their relationship. They
could always laugh together. *Always*.
privacy for you. I thought you knew better." She
could take his teasing. The fact was that she had
planted no devices and wasn't going to ... unless
they decided to take up some seriously strange
kinks. Otherwise, this was their safe haven. "Mmm!"
She pawed at his face, kissing him back lovingly.
Sierra began to laugh. "Oh my gosh. I can see the
commercials right now. Come stop by Auntie's Maes,
where you can get your ice cream way..." Sierra
sang, successfully getting the jingle in both of
their heads. "It'll be called the 'Drown Your
Sorrows Sundae'." She had seen a commercial for
pudding pops already. As angry as she was to be in
the woman's spotlight, she had to admit, those
commercials made her inner pregger monster scream.
She wanted to eat them. Sierra wrapped her arms
around his neck, latching herself to her love. "Our
poor children. I'm sure Blueberry Bruce Banaza will
be a popular flavor. What about Olivia..?" She
tapped her chin thoughtfully.
use his authority as Duke of Delaya to nationalize
Auntie Mae's, seize the woman's profits, and restore
the ducal treasury," Claudius said, with an emphatic
nod of his head, as he had no love or admiration for
the woman who seemed poised to promote every aspect
of his family's lives to sell her ice cream and
other confections. "I learned a valuable lesson
about the simplistic views of people that they would
flock to an ice cream parlor simply because my
brother and his wife would eat there," he said, as
he had obviously given this a lot more thought than
perhaps Sierra had expected. "Now that I have
renounced my claim on the Duchy for myself and my
children I don't see how she can claim we are public
figures and continue to legally use us in her
marketing," he complained, shaking his head with a
passion. "I would really hate to see our children
adorning the side of ice cream cartons in
convenience stores throughout the known galaxy," he
said, with a sigh, before helping her out of the
water, which was beginning to prune his flesh and
shrink his manhood as it the water cooled. As he led
her back to the bedroom the HoloNet was playing an
ad announcing Auntie Mae's latest flavor, Rikka
Road, which had *a lot* of bumps in it.
wasn't a half-bad idea. Auntie Mae's had grown
overnight simply because Zara Ta'em favored one
flavor of ice cream. Sierra listened to him talk
about the ice cream empire of Auntie Mae's. "It is
sad, isn't it? People are swayed to do things simply
because of social status. If more people learned to
think for themselves, the world would be a better
place...or at least one where our family wasn't
making Auntie Mae rich." She didn't want to see
their children on ice cream cartons. The commercials
that Auntie Mae ran were ridiculous, and any
offspring of theirs would likely be subjected to it.
She groaned in disapproval, then used his help to
make her way out of the tub. She didn't care to dry
off too much. She much preferred to be led to the
bedroom by her husband. She registered hearing the
Auntie Mae jingle, but she didn't think twice about
what the commercial was actually for.
into bed beneath layer upon layer upon layer of soft
blankets. She let out a long sigh. Finally, she had
decompressed entirely. "This lake house was an
intelligent investment, my love. Now I have
somewhere to hide when I anger our youngest." She
laughed, leaning up over him to steal a kiss.
crashed into bed like a starfighter that had been
shot down. He was glad to be in a bed where he would
not be awoken by either of his children with their
various antics. "Let it never be said that I don't
have some intelligence," he said, as he let out a
soft groan while rolling over onto his side to face
her. He stretched his legs out as far as they would
go, allowing himself to enter a state of relaxation
he rarely experienced as of late. "All we need to do
is find a young Prince ... preferably with a yacht
... and a high threshold for pain and she will
bother you no longer," he said, laughing at how hard
this task would be. He could surely find her a minor
lord or perhaps a Baron, but with his renunciation
of his title a Duke or a Prince suddenly seemed an
"I'll add it
to my Inspirational Quotes by Claudius book." She
teased. She couldn't imagine how peaceful of a
morning they were going to have. The past week had
been a little intense. Sierra had awoken one morning
with Ewwiekewwieikkie straddling her, staring at her
in a way that reminded her of a hungry cat looking
for his breakfast. Needless to say, Ewwiekewwieikkie
had been looking for the same. She scooted closer to
him, setting one leg on top of his hip to make her
swollen belly more comfortable. She laughed,
wondering if they could truly find anyone up to the
task. "Are you *really* ready for all of that?
Marrying off Drusilla, that is? I agree that a
Prince with a yacht would be best ... maybe it'll
help her forget our little luxury yacht incident."
Nope. Sierra would be in her eighties and still
hearing about it. After she died, all of her and
Claudius' offspring would take on the brunt of the
"A book of my
quotations, eh? And how much do you plan to charge
for my little gems, hmm?" Claudius asked, as it
seemed now everyone had a plan to profit off of him.
He reached towards her with both of his hands and
unexpectedly began to mercilessly tickle her. Only
when he was satisfied he had put aside her dreams of
selling his wisdom. "I was ready for it ten years
ago," he answered, as he gradually moved back to his
half of the bed. "Someday her Prince will come," he
said, with a sly wink, but in the back of his mind
he had severe doubts. Every father feared no man
would want his daughter, but given Drusilla's harsh
personality he had genuine reason to be concerned.
We're married. What's yours is mine!" Sierra
squealed as she was suddenly a victim to his
tickling. To make matters worse, she wasn't a little
ticklish. She was *very* ticklish. She laughed hard
while wiggling back and forth. "*S-stop*!" She
giggled. "I surrender, I surrender!!" Sierra was
watching him now. She expected him to launch a
second attack. If not now, then later. *Much* later.
She chased him towards his side of the bed. Even
though they were not at home, he still had his bed
hogging wife with him. Would the man ever truly see
peace? "Really? Ten years ago?" Sierra laughed.
"Someday she'll find her love?" She winked back as
she settled into cuddling him once more. Her guard
was down. She was defenseless to any future tickle
attacks. "In Drusilla's case, I think we'll have to
find her Prince for her. There will be extensive
interviews, background checks ... treasury checks...
He must have a yacht or intend to purchase one for
her." The galaxy was a big place. There had to be
someone who wouldn't mind being manhandled by
Drusilla. She wondered what kind of person would
marry her. As she did this, her face went pale. "Do
you ... do you think Dru's children would take after
her? Each child will need two rooms...one for them
to sleep in, the other for their clothing and
probably fall in love with some bleeding heart Rebel
insurgent. He'll have a beard ... of course ... and
be way too old for her. From some Outer Rim world no
doubt," Claudius complained, as he was the father of
three very different girls. "I can't imagine what
Drusilla's children will be like," he said, suddenly
growing very tense and uncomfortable. His body began
to stiffen and some of the color left his face. "I
... I don't think I'm ready to be a grandfather," he
said, clinging to his wife for support. He did not
want to imagine himself as *that* old, and as he
knew where babies came from he did not want to
imagine anyone doing *that* with his children.
and Sierra would have another thing common if she
truly did marry an older man. She wondered if Jelena
had anyone special in her life. Whatever she was
doing, Sierra wanted her friend to find happiness.
She could imagine what Drusilla's children would be
like...and that image was scarier than any HoloNet
horror film yet. Claudius looked like he was going
to pass out if they went any further into this
conversation. She embraced him tightly, planting a
kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry. If nothing else,
you're a Grand Moff. You can scare anyone who wants
to marry the girls. I can threaten to plant devices.
It'll be great." She smiled. "Lucky for you, I'll be
here to support you so you won't have to endure any
of it alone. I'll be here for every Drusilla temper
tantrum. That should have been in our vows." She
tilted her head downward, nuzzling her nose against
his neck. He wasn't ready to be a grandfather ...
and she wasn't ready to be a *grandmother*. The
scary thing was the high probability that it would
happen before Sierra reached her thirties.