Spira was providing Claudius and Sierra with some
time *off*. It was hard to completely turn her back
to the workings on Delaya, but Sierra realized if
she didn't recharge, then they both would burn out.
All the empty rooms in their suite were a constant
reminder of who wasn't there. She missed the girls.
So, several days into their vacation, they decided
to go pick them up so they could all spend the final
days together. Sierra had work to do on her and
Drusilla's relationship. Her mind was always moving
forward, always planning. She had some ideas of how
to make up for the yacht, the lack of Max Rebo, and
heading off to Spira with Claudius (gez, mothering
was hard). As the shuttle came to land at the Rodney
castle, Sierra realized how much her mood had
improved. The sight of AT-STs marching about the
city reminded her that she was ready to face off
against Papius...but not today.
"Okay. I'm going to take the brunt of Drusilla's
anger about us going to Spira without her. You get
the burden of ruining the Max Rebo concert, deal?"
The young Duchess grinned. For Sierra, everything
had leveled out. She no longer felt the weight of
first trimester morning sickness, nor did she fear
Gaius and his daughter. She had
plans...intentions...to fix life. Together, the
couple exited the ship. Sierra held onto her husband
protectively, watching with full anticipation for
another attack on their lives. Thankfully, nothing
happened. "I can't wait until the girls don't have
to stay here anymore." She liked all of her
ducklings to be close by. The distance between them
made her feel less in control...less capable of
And so, off to Drusilla's room she went. She was
surprised, and more than a little scared, when she
found the doors leading into it open. The gates of
adrenaline opened inside of Sierra's brain, invoking
the new motherly urges she felt. You wouldn't think
the Duchess could pull off looking scary until that
moment. Where was Drusilla? She turned her predator
gaze on the first Alderaan guard stupid enough to
cross paths with her. "Hey!" She called out. "Where
is Drusilla? Did someone take her shopping?"
Sierra's blood was already pumping hot. If Gaius had
taken her...if he had done something to her...!!
The return to Delaya was not a joyous one for
Claudius Rodney. There was the lingering matter of
the Imperial Governor who was tormenting his wife,
and his cousin who seemed intent on murdering his
entire family to deal with. As he descended the ramp
of the shuttle he was less than thrilled to be
*home*. While Sierra moved to check on the children,
Claudius moved to his office to check on all that
had transpired while he was away. He would prefer a
Drusilla temper tantrum compared to the stacks of
datapads that were waiting for him. He did not get
very far when he heard his wife call out, and he
moved towards her. "Is something wrong?" he asked
her, not sensing anything serious yet. "Where is Dru?"
he asked, as he brought his hand up to scratch at
his head whilst looking around. "She's probably
spending our money," he commented, rolling his eyes
slightly at the prospect.
The guard had informed her that Drusilla had left
for Esseles, causing her blood pressure to rise
through the roof. On Dru's bed, she found a datapad
with a colorful advertisement for a sale at
Drusilla's favorite boutique. Sierra sighed, staring
down at the ad. "Well, that *is* a pretty good
sale.." She mumbled to herself. She made her way
back towards Claudius. "Yeah...she is, but not
here." She turned the datapad towards him. "She went
to Esseles. Some idiot guard didn't even try to stop
her." Now that they never spent time on Esseles, she
began to dislike the planet. There was nowhere safe
there. Adren's eyes stretched far. She had been able
to find out about Sierra's pregnancy rapidly. "Why
don't you let me deal with this one? I'll go get
"I really shouldn't let you deal with this alone,"
Claudius said, as his mind reflected on what
Drusilla could be like at her worst. But before he
could protest the centuries old structure began to
shake. "Wha..?" he asked, looking concerned towards
Sierra, before running towards the window. In the
distance he could see smoke rising up over the city
of Leiliani. TIE strikers were bombing the Jelena
Rodney center for the Alderaanian refugees. "See to
Drusilla, see to the safety of our family..." he
said to Sierra, before moving swiftly towards where
his speeder was waiting. He could have to deal with
Her attention shot towards the window. The castle
was shaking. Considering its location, something
like an earthquake wasn't ideal. There was black
smoke rapidly rising into the sky. The blood surged
away from her face. The Jelena Rodney Center was
being bombed. The remaining refugees were being put
through hell for the millionth time. Anger reflected
on her face. Her fear of Papius turned into hate.
Before she could rush towards the Imperial garrison
base, Claudius reminded her that they had a daughter
to worry about. She cast a worried look towards him.
"Be careful with that man, Claudius. I'll be back as
soon as possible." The messes were multiplying worse
than rabbits. With a huff, she turned back to check
on Ewwie before leaving for Esseles. At least one
daughter was safe.
Sierra had flown to Esseles feeling anxious. There
was shit hitting the fan left and right. For that
reason, she found it essential to arm herself with a
standard E-11 blaster and her favored throwing
knives. Arden Zevrin was an evil woman who Sierra
had not been keeping tabs on.
Thoughts of Zevrin quickly moved to the back of her
head. They were exchanged with concern for her
husband and the refugees. She was tired of Papius
causing terror on Delaya. He had to go. Her thoughts
changed to Drusilla when she arrived at the girl's
favorite shop and found no sign of her...and no sign
of any sort of sale. The employees said they hadn't
seen Drusilla Rodney in months. The girl was
memorable. Sierra justified it...maybe it was an old
ad. Maybe Drusilla was acting like a teenaged girl.
She decided to check at the old estate which still
held a majority of their belongings. She took a
speeder to the estate. The Stormtrooper she spoke to
at the gate confirmed that her youngest had come
home. Her fingers lingered over her comlink. Should
she call for Claudius to let him know everything was
okay? She wanted to. He probably had his hands so
full right now. She would call after she made it
back to the ship with Drusilla.
Sierra made her way into their home away from home.
"Drusilla?" She called out, flipping on some lights
downstairs. It was so *quiet*. "Hm." She hadn't been
there in so long. Last time they were home, Callista
was still a part of their family. Sigh. She missed
that girl. "Drusilla?!" She called out louder as she
began making her way up the stairs.
The estate was quiet until it wasn't. Suddenly the
sound of someone playing the drums began to fill the
upper level. The lights went dark, but the music
grew steadily louder. But instead of Drusilla
suddenly deciding to use the set she had spent a
fortune on and never used, it was Petrus Flosgermen
making the racket. He gave a wink to Luna as he
heard Sierra approach. The time to make their move
and earn a fortune was nearly at hand. After one
last pounding he rose from the drums and took up
position near the door. Abducting pregnant women was
far too easy, but he was never one to complain about
easy riches. After what the family had foolishly
paid for Zara he expected five times as much for
Sierra. Unfortunately he was putting his droids
before the speeder.
The banging drums scared a tense Sierra. Her ears
were now enduring what she thought to be the sounds
of teen angst. She imagined Drusilla, seated behind
her set, furious with all the new developments in
her life. She wanted to reach out to the girl.
Sierra followed the noise towards Dru's old room.
She didn't bother knocking, for Drusilla would have
never heard her over the ruckus. The sounds of her
boots in the sudden silence made it clear to the
intruders that the Duchess had arrived. "Drusilla.."
She sounded relieved. In the darkened room, even
Sierra realized that there was no one at the drum
set. "I know you're angry with me about the
concert." She began talking to no one at all. "I
apologize for that. Your father was injured and I
couldn't..." That's when she noticed a red dot
hovering five and a half feet in the air. Behind it,
she saw a silhouette of another woman.
Luna was filming the whole thing. She felt it
fitting for the ISB officer to endure her big moment
being caught on tape. She anticipated Petrus
grabbing the girl. Once again, their evil plans were
in action. It took time for the stupid, stupid woman
to notice that she wasn't alone. She was pleading
with her daughter without realizing that Luna and
Petrus had already carted her off to a ship
stationed just outside the estate. When Sierra
noticed her, Luna's face lit up. "Smile, you're on
Petrus rose from the drums, brandishing his blaster
rifle at the ISB Commander and Duchess of Delaya.
"Don't make me use this. You're much more valuable
with an intact spawn," he said, as he moved nearer
her towards her, until he was close enough to poke
her in the belly with the barrel of the weapon.
"Don't get any ideas, Luna. Remember, one and a half
Rodneys is worth much more than just one," he
snarled, as he backed her up a bit. "Please don't
scream. I wouldn't want you to strain your voice
before filming a recording begging your husband to
pay our ransom," he said, with a wink, before
attempting to restrain her with a pair of stun
cuffs. As far as he was concerned he was now hours
away from securing the Delayan treasure vault and
living the rest of his life in unparalleled luxury.
Sierra was caught. The instant she realized who was
in her home was the very same moment she realized
where this was going. She remembered Zara's sister.
She had barely batted an eye when Claudius and her
decided to help the girl reconnect with her sister.
It had caused trouble for the family in more than
just financial ways. Sierra had spent time talking
to Zara about her brief time in captivity. She knew
what was coming...and she was going to keep Drusilla
safe from it all. The Duchess became so heated from
her anger. She wanted nothing more than to destroy
both of the bounty scums who dared to hurt the
Rodney family a second time. She glared at Petrus.
Instead of falling back, weakened by his weapon,
Sierra lowered a hand and gripped the barrel.
"You've done this before. If you kill my son, you'll
have the Empire breathing down your necks." Her
heart was thumping quickly. She was terrified and
ready to kill all at the same time. Surrendering,
Sierra pulled the E-11 blaster from her hip and
tossed it to the ground. She let the large man
restrain her. "Is my step-daughter aboard your craft
already?" She asked.
It was so hard not to destroy the little witch in
front of her. Luna never had a thing for royalty.
Like the rest of the galaxy, she assumed that Sierra
had only married Claudius out of status. Still, she
bounded right up to the woman like an angry panther.
"My oh my. What if he has a heart attack when he
sees you? Problems of marrying old, I suppose!" She
stroked over the woman's blonde hair. Luna didn't
seem scared by Sierra's threats.
"Yes. The child was an added bonus. I hope your
husband can afford you both, or perhaps he might
choose *her* over *you*," Petrus teased her, before
grabbing her by the arm, and bending it in a way
that pinned it to her body and gave him leverage.
His grip was painful, and he twisted her arm nearly
to the point of breaking, as he led her from the
estate to where their ship was waiting. "Remember.
Don't scream," he whispered in her ear, like a
predator, as his mouth hung near her ear. There was
something very easy about kidnapping pregnant women
and children, but he was never one to seek out a
challenge. "Are there any others we can kidnap in
your family once we spend all this money? The Zara
fund didn't last nearly as long as we planned," he
said, with a laugh, as they approached the Demon
Cat. "However, Luna does now have a rather extensive
wardrobe," he said, rolling his eyes at his wife.
On the bright side, Sierra now knew where Dru was.
She couldn't let this happen. On the outside, she
tried to remain as cool headed as possible. "Then so
be it. Drusilla is his last blood daughter. I would
not blame him." Thoughts of how she could save both
her and her step-daughter were still forming in her
head when the man grabbed her arm and bent it. Pain
shot down the length of her arm. *Fuck*. It hurt!
She said not a word, keeping her head down so they
could not see that her eyes had become hot and red.
Defeated, she made her walk of shame towards the
hooligan's ship. His words were just as painful as
the way he held her arm. These two deserved to be
promptly burned for all their mischief. They were
deceitful, naughty little children. The game had to
Luna whistled a happy little tune. She grabbed up a
fancy, expensive looking vase from the Rodney estate
as she left. "This is mine now." She proclaimed,
silently hoping it was something that Sierra valued.
She rounded up the parade into the Demon Cat. "You'd
think with *all* those credits I spent on my new
wardrobe, the clothing would cover more parts of
me." She let out a shrill, dramatic laugh, helping
Petrus shove the girl into the cage with her
*daughter*. Luna crouched down. "She looks too good
to be a victim. I don't like that." She ruffled up
the woman's hair. "Hmmmm... Hmmmm..." Luna was in
the best mood. She loved it when a big payday came
around. Removing her glove, she swiped her finely
manicured nails across Sierra's cheek. Blood rushed
to the surface. "That's a little better. No worries,
we'll do hair and makeup before you make a video for
the geezer. Remember...the camera adds twenty
pounds. You can't afford that!" The cage door
"Oh no!" Drusilla exclaimed, as Sierra was placed in
the cage with her. "This is going to cost so much of
*my* money to get us out of this mess," she said,
with a pout, before stomping her feet aggressively.
"Just make sure you ask more for me than her," she
screamed out to the bounty hunters, before folding
her arms in front of her chest. "Some *Commander*
you are, step mummy ... you got captured too?" she
asked, stating the obvious, as she rolled her eyes
at the situation. "Don't worry, papa will pay ...
hopefully not *too* much ... but he will pay," she
said, before moving closer towards the woman. "Do
you know these two?" she asked, not entirely sure
what was going on. She did not protest much when she
was captured, as she was very much the coward in
situations like this.
The bitter feelings inside of Sierra were growing.
She'd do anything to be back on a beach with
Claudius, happily sipping some lovely fruity drink.
But no. Reality had given her this heaping shit of a
situation. She was not as fearful as
Drusilla...which wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Seeing Dru made her feel a lot better. It was clear
to her that her step-daughter had not been exposed
to any of the antics the two criminals like to
partake in. Sierra lowered herself to her knees in
front of Drusilla to take on a protective stance.
"They're already going to ask for a pretty credit
for both of us. It's going to break the bank if they
actually succeed" Sierra spoke quietly. The woman's
nails had been sharp like a lion. "It's not like I
sent them an invite to kidnap me. I came to find
you...speaking of... You know not to go out on
shopping rendezvous alone! You have to be careful!"
The tone of her voice was not anger...it was concern
and worry. "Your father is already worried sick
about you." And now Sierra also would not be
With a sigh, Sierra nodded her head. "The woman is
Aunt Zara's sister. The man is some criminal piece
of shit that she married. They were the ones who
kidnapped Zara a few months ago. If you want to be
angry about someone for ruining your chances at a
yacht...it's those two. With the amount they asked
for Zara, you could have kept the damn luxury
yacht." She watched Luna and Petrus disappear
towards the front of the ship. "Are you okay? They
didn't hurt you in any way, did they?" Behind her
back, she began to make her hand as small as she
could to attempt to slid out of the stun cuffs.
"Wait ... banks can break?" Drusilla said slowly,
horrified, before the tears began to flow from both
of her eyes overdramatically, as teenage girls were
prone to do. "Well if you hadn't left me alone I
wouldn't have had to go alone now would I?!" she
said, in what made perfect logic to her. Her arms
folded in front of her chest constantly, as she
huffed and puffed like a character in one of her
childhood stories. "Aunt Zara's sister? Oh, Uncle
Marcus has never had good judgment when it comes to
women. Just look on the HoloNet," she complained,
while swirling her tongue around her mouth. "Doesn't
that mean Marcus and Zara should have to pay?" she
suggested, as she wormed her way around to trying to
keep her share of the treasury intact. "No. I'm not
okay. I'm in a cage, being held prisoner," she said,
sarcastically, before blowing out a plume of air
that caused her hair to blow away from her face. "I
thought you were supposed to be a psychologist or
something. You should know I'm not okay," she said,
before extending her finger and poking Sierra in the
Shit. Now she was crying! Sierra considered shutting
her mouth and never opening it again. Was she a
difficult teenager too? *Yeah*, more than likely. "Shhh.
No, no, no. It's okay. Papa won't let that happen.
Nothing is going to happen to *your* money." Sadly,
Drusilla was right. Sierra had left her alone. They
could have had an enjoyable shopping trip together.
"I didn't realize you actually wanted to spend time
with me. After the yacht and the Max Rebo thing..."
Things had been complicated. "I'm sorry that I left
you alone, Drusilla. I'd like to do more with you
after we get out of this." She said sincerely. Her
comment about Marcus actually made her laughed.
"Yes, yes. Uncle Marcus liked to pick interesting
She shook her head. No. Zara and Marcus weren't
going to pay for all of this. Sierra wasn't going to
begin to explain it all. The metal of the stun cuffs
began cutting into her wrist. She was determined to
get them out. Sierra couldn't help but laugh then
let out a dramatic puff of air herself. "I know. I
was only asking to make sure they didn't hurt you or
subject you to anything." She inched a little closer
to Dru. It looked as if she was embracing the girl
with no arms. She whispered her makeshift plan into
the girl's ear. "I'm going to make sure you get out
of here. I'm confident I can get one of my hands out
of these cuffs. As long as I can figure out a way to
break out of this cage, you can leave. I saw an
escape pod. You can go back to Esseles and call for
help. I want you to contact Kerrie Kiley and then
Papa, okay? Make sure you tell him that we're both
okay. The ransom video is going to upset him." She
pulled back. She looked very worried. A pained look
crossed her face while she made one final, rough tug
and slid her right hand through the cuff. "Fuck."
She cursed. She blushed immediately when she
realized what she had done in front of her
step-daughter. "Sorry...language." She brought her
hands to the front of her body. Her free hand was
bloody from scraping her skin to escape. She took a
deep breath. "If I was only a psychologist, you'd be
in trouble." She grinned as she reached into her
vest. She drew a throwing knife from it with a
glimmer in her eyes.