Rodney's suspicions grew the longer she sat on them.
She was disturbed by the most recent attempt on her
husband's life. It had lit a fire underneath her
because, for the first time, she was close to
figuring it all out. Recalling who she was, an ISB
officer, she decided to use Arden Zevrin-like
tactics to get what she wanted. The weight of the
recording box hidden inside of the front pocket of
Sierra's hoodie seemed to weigh so much. She had
been busy playing Duchess for the majority of the
day; sitting through meetings, scheming ways to
improve the economy, and so on. She had visited
briefly with Claudius, where she spotted Gaius on
watch at the medcenter. He wasn't at his home in the
castle. She did not expect anyone else to be there
either. One advantage of him living in the castle
was in ease in which it took her to break into the
spire. She used a common code the maids had and
dressed discreetly to avoid being automatically
*not* want to be walked in on. What she was doing
made her look paranoid, especially if she was wrong.
She had paid someone to call in a threat to the
medcenter. In her mind, Gaius was still trying to be
impressive and do his job well. She figured that he
would *personally* investigate. She thought she had
snuck into his spire silently. Her eyes flickered
over the interior of the rooms. Hm. There was
evidence that someone else was living with him
despite the fact that no one had seen his wife in
some time. Frankly, she couldn't blame the woman.
Sierra found the best spot for the device: on top of
a high bookcase. The amount of effort that it took
the short woman to actually place the device was
ridiculous. "Oh my.. I'm out of shape." She huffed
after climbing down. Nothing was disturbed. By the
thickness of the dust at the top of the bookcase, no
one had looked there for a *long* time. She wanted
to look around more but her time was suddenly cut
off by the sound of someone at the front door.
bitch!" Farrah growled, rubbing her head. The little
girl was sour days after the run in with the *Tramp*
of Delaya. The woman had used her Hulk-like hands to
pull her hair out from the root. It was so cruel and
unlady-like. Farrah had decided that she'd pluck
every fake blonde hair from that woman's head before
she died. In a sheer act of confidence, Farrah
continued to work in the castle. Everyone knew that
the Duke and Duchess were hiding elsewhere when they
weren't busy being hospitalized. Farrah sighed. Her
fingers slid over the slim white box that she
carried. It bore a bow. Her Father had been going
through such a mess lately. That Tramp treated him
so badly! Soon they would be reunited. Soon *she*
could make everything better.
Rodney was returning from a meeting with the new
Imperial Governor who had stripped the Alderaan
Guard of most of its duties and left it more of a
ceremonial function. He was furious. When he stormed
into his office he quickly slammed the door behind
him, and moved so quickly towards the bar in the
corner that he did not notice Sierra. His hand shook
with rage as he poured himself a glass of whiskey,
and drank the entire glass in one swig. His heart
rate began to elevate, his cheeks flushed red, and
he coughed slightly. The bumbling assasination had
brought the Empire down on all of them, and he felt
increasingly like he was running out of options. He
turned slowly, and there he saw her ... Farrah.
"Hello, my dear. Clearly my meeting with our new
Imperial overlords did not go as well as hoped," he
complained bitterly, before moving towards his
chair. His feet kicked out of his uniform boots
almost instantly, and his feet then rose up onto his
desk and he leaned back. It was a disaster ... a
disaster Farrah's faulty aim had caused them.
appeared so suddenly. Sierra didn't know where to
go, so, she hid in the first place that came to
mind: under the bed. She slid beneath the bed skirt
in a rapid fashion. She made her breathing as quiet
as possible. From there, she could listen to the
small girl. Without seeing her face, Sierra was
certain that it was the girl from the hospital. She
could see her buckled shoes moving back and forth
across the floor before Farrah launched herself face
first into the bed.
The small girl
jumped at the suddenness in which her father arrived
home. She placed her hands underneath her and pushed
herself up back to her feet. She made her way
towards her father with grace in her steps.
"Clearly. What happened, Daddy?" Her latest failure
had hurt them *badly*. It was something she felt
guilty about. She wanted to please her father, not
give him one bad day after another after another.
Pausing at the bar, Farrah picked up the bottle of
whiskey. She continued towards him. Farrah sat
herself in his lap with her legs dangling to one
side. She took his empty glass and filled it once
more, offering it back to him. "I'm going to make
sure everything gets better soon." Farrah was so
fierce. She had killed the late Duke. She *would*
garrison has been unleashed on Leiliani," Gaius
revealed, before his hands moved to the second glass
Farrah had poured. "My Guard has been limited to the
castle itself, guarding Claudius and his family," he
said, rolling his eyes as he moved to take another
sip of his whiskey. She was on him quickly, causing
him to let out a soft groan from the sensation. "It
needs to get better," he said, before finishing the
glass. His heart was beating out of his chest now, a
combination of the whiskey and his anger at the
Imperial Governor. "At least they will be out of our
hair soon. In their stupid little islands getting a
tan while the planet goes down hill," he bemoaned,
before looking towards the box. "What's in the box?"
he asked her, pressing, while adjusting himself
beneath her to become more comfortable.
twisted to show both disgust and disappointment.
"That's so unfortunate. I hate seeing your skills
wasted on *that* sick old man." They had spent so
much time planning Gaius' route to becoming Duke.
Farrah would always be bitter that Claudius and his
wife had complicated the situation. She set the
bottle aside. She could feel how rapidly his heart
was beating against her soft, small body. Rolling
her eyes, Farrah tried not to imagine Claudius
getting away from her. The islands were untouchable.
"Maybe the people will revolt and solve our problems
for us." She nuzzled into his chest. A little smile
appeared on her youthful face. "A gift and a
promise." Farrah began, presenting him with the box.
She flipped the lid open to reveal a razor sharp
dagger with an intricate handle. "I'm going to kill
Claudius with this." She told him. "And we're going
to keep it as a lovely way of remembering the end of
an era of terrible men." She picked up the dagger.
Bringing it to his chest, she carefully began to cut
through the middle of his top. She was careful not
to cut him. "And the beginning of *your* time. I
believe in you. No matter how hard today
is...tomorrow is gonna be better." When Farrah had
finished slicing open his top, she set the knife
aside. "The Duke's suite has been empty for weeks. I
think *we* should go there. It's exactly what you
thing I want is a revolution," Gaius said, with an
exasperated sigh, as he rolled his eyes at Farrah's
notion. "Democracy ... blech," he said, before
reaching past her for another drink. The only thing
worse than living under Claudius would be living
under an elected government. "Killing him with a
knife, eh?" he said, as he reached to take the
dagger, examining its fine craftsmanship. "At least
with a close kill you'll be less likely to kill an
Imperial advisor," he said, unwilling to resist the
opportunity to torment her. "Thank you, my dear. Put
it to good use," he said, before leaning forward to
kiss her ... but not on the cheek ... on the lips.
The kiss they shared was warm and passionate, not
like the kind a father and daughter should share.
"Yes. You are right. Such a shame for the master
suite to go unused," he said to her, as soon as the
kiss broke. He then sat up, allowing her carefully
to fall from her lap before leading her out of the
office towards the spires.
cheeks turned bright red. She would never live down
accidentally killing an Imperial advisor. Behind her
sniper rifle, she remembered the despair she felt.
The shot had been perfect one second...the
following, the Imperial advisor was bleeding out on
the ground. At best, she had hoped Claudius would
have a heart attack and die from the stress.
Instead, the old man kept going like a damn
energizer bunny. She gave him a look. "You can't
tease me about that forever!" He was being playful
and so was she. Their conversation was briefly
derailed by a lovely kiss. Farrah's small hands
cupped her Daddy's face. It was completely
inappropriate. Undoubtedly, there was a *very*
embarrassed Sierra underneath the bed. Her feet met
with the ground. There was an abnormal skip in her
step while she followed along. The evening was going
to be much better than the day. She could tell that
her Daddy needed her most right then.
have to rewatch the footage in horror again and
again to fully grasp what had just happened. She had
seen *them* *together*!!! The best reaction to all
of this seemed to be to crawl up in the fetal
position and cry. However, Sierra was now on a tight
schedule. She had a meeting with Governor Arundel to
*hopefully* save Zara and Marcus. Despite the girl's
threats, Sierra was fairly certain that the duo
would be busy in her and Claudius' old room... Which
was highly disturbing. They could never stay there
again. She felt like she should shower or something.
What was going on was perverse at a level she wasn't
ready to comprehend. She left the room as soon as
they were gone. She couldn't think about this right
now. She needed ot be at the top of her game for
Marcus and Zara. As she flew towards the garrison
base, she sighed. She needed to move her husband out
of the hospital tonight. Gaius and his *daughter*
were planning something.
was having an incredibly long day at this point. She
tried not to think about what her recording device
was going to capture inside of Gaius' suite.
Instead, she focused on her husband. She hungered to
crawl back to his side and forget the rest of the
world. Sadly...she needed to finish this business
before finding herself in her favorite spot. Several
Stormtroopers escorted Sierra to Governor Arundel'
office. She appeared before him dressed as an ISB
agent. He may have outranked her, but today she held
information that was worth its weight in gold.
"Hello Governor." She greeted him as she strolled
in. She was much more confident without Zara to
Papius Arundel was standing in his office in the
central tower of the Imperial garrison. In front of
him was a holographic map of Leiliani with the
location of all Imperial forces overlaid. All of the
non-humans were being rounded up and questioned, as
he believed aliens were responsible for most of the
Rebel activity. Holdovers from the Clone Wars he
suspected. His back was turned to the Commander,
instead choosing to focus his attention on incoming
reports. "Ah. Commander. This is beginning to become
a habit," he said, in the most condescending tone
possible. "Don't you have a husband to take care
of?" he asked, before placing his thumb down on the
terminal to authorize further roundups. He did not
want to be here anymore than Sierra did not want him
here. He was determined to find Rebels, earn
distinction and the promotion that would surely
follow, and move on to greener pastures.
"I know. I
considered bringing a fruit basket this time.
Perhaps next visit?" She said with dripping sarcasm
as she stepped forward. Sierra was bold enough to
approach him. "I do. Hopefully you understand that
I'd like to take care of my affairs quickly so I can
make my way back to him." The woman took a seat in
front of his desk. She pulled several datapads from
underneath her arm. "Now, let's set aside all these
social niceties. I know you don't want to be here. I
didn't exactly welcome you with open arms either.
You want to use this as a chance to get recognition.
I have information that will help you. Tell me, did
you have an AT-ST in the northern district go down
for an hour yesterday?"
basket is not much of a bribe if that is your offer
to spring your brother-in-law and his wife from this
dungeon," Papius said, as he continued to ignore
her, while going out the business of governance.
When the topic switched to the AT-ST he turned
suddenly, looking at her with a look of total
indignation. "And how do you know about that?" he
said, viciously, as he took a couple of steps
towards her. Any setbacks, any negative news,
whatsoever he did his utmost to quash. "By the way,
what is this Auntie Mae's nonsense the prisoner
keeps demanding? Is that a code," he said, arching
his eyebrow as he tilted his head to study Sierra
for any kind of facial response that might be useful
you've never had an exceptional fruit basket." She
crossed one leg over the other. The words she said
enticed the reaction she wanted. She glared at him
as the distance between them became less and less.
"Because I infiltrated a group of Rebels while I've
been *taking care* of my husband." Sierra threw the
words right back at him. "I know a lot more than
just about the AT-ST. There's only one problem. With
this wealth of information, I cannot decide if I
should turn the Rebels in myself or not. I mean, my
rank would surely be raised. As a mere commandeer, I
could use that." She looked at him. "Bringing in a
group who is actively conspiring against you and the
Empire...doesn't that sound like a nice
accomplishment for a future Grand Moff?" Her nose
twitched when he brought up Auntie Mae's. Unable to
contain herself, Sierra began to laugh. "Goodness,
no! You do realize you have pregnant woman in her
*third* trimester in your dungeon, right? She has
cravings. Auntie Mae's is an ice cream shop in
Leilani. I'm surprised she hasn't ripped open a wall
since you've been denying her." Poor Zara.
Papius quipped in response to her fruit basket
comment, but his arms quickly folded in front of his
chest to indicate he wished to quickly get to the
matter of the AT-ST. "You infiltrated a group of
Rebels?" he said with a snicker and a snort from his
nasal passage, rolling his eyes at her. "What else
do you know?" he pressed her, taking another step
forward until he came to a stop directly in front of
her. He angled his head down, pressing his nose
practically into her forehead, his hot breath
threatening her skin. "Ah. I see. You propose
trading these Rebels for your in-laws?" he asked,
before pulling away from her defiantly. "Do these
Rebels even exist?" he asked, as he circled 'round
her like a cunning predator. "Ice cream, huh? She
could stand to lose a few pounds if you ask me. The
dungeon will do her some good. Perhaps start a new
celebrity diet craze," he said, before coming to a
stop behind her. He admired the way her uniform
clung to her flesh, particularly how the black
trousers hung her butt. "Being a Grand Moff
certainly has its advantages..." he said, as his
tongue slithered over his lips.
you've forgotten that I was an ISB officer long
before I married a Grand Moff. I have my talents."
She was already over Papius occupying her planet. He
made her feel so small and insignificant despite her
accomplishments. His question was followed by
silence. Sierra was going to withhold the
information until they defined a deal. Her eyes
narrowed. He drew closer and closer until he was
less than an arm's span away. His hot breath felt
like lava on her soft, delicate skin. Inside, he had
shaken her. Outside, she remained firm for the sake
of her in-laws. Before he had tortured her for long,
he had pulled away. She watched him circle her with
a growing eagerness to get out of here.
exist, I can assure you that much. You'll find four
of them inside of that AT-ST. Unless you agree to
release my in-laws, I'll let the information I've
learned help me...not you." The man was cruel and
horrible. It seemed low to insult a pregnant woman's
weight, yet here he was, doing just that. "Perhaps.
Are you sure you want that to be your call to fame?
Dr. Papius' total cleanse?" And then he stopped. Her
uniform was becoming tighter as her body filled out.
She *swore* she'd grown a cup size over the past two
months. Her breathing became shallow. She was
uncomfortable. Cold sweat began to form on her
forehead. "I-It does." She stuttered. Fumbling,
Sierra dropped her datapads to the ground. She bent
at her waist to collect them. Her heart was in her
"I tell you
Commander I am becoming less and less concerned with
your talents as an ISB officer, and more concerned
with the talents that landed you a Grand Moff for a
husband," Papius informed her, as he looked her over
from head to toe. "I wonder if this is some sort of
trap," he said, before moving towards his chair. He
sat down on the chair, backwards, with his legs
straddling either side of the chair back. "Take off
your clothes," he demanded, as his head leaned
forward, on the back of the chair. "I want to make
sure you're not wearing a recorder," he said to her,
while fantasizing about what was underneath. "Your
husband is an old man. He won't live forever. You
need to think about your future," he informed her,
as he waited for her response. This next few minutes
would tell him *a lot*.
like what he was implying. The thought eclipsed her
mind that Papius and Zevrin were in an alliance
together and that he might know *exactly* how things
really began for the Grand Moff and his wife. She
breathed once he was seated. Her finger were
shaking. Her composure had changed since walking
into the room. She no longer knew how to handle the
bull in front of her. Perhaps her first mistake was
assuming she could sway him with knowledge alone.
While ISB officers were known for certain tactics,
she was shocked when he demanded she take off her
clothing to prove herself. Sierra's arms crossed in
front of her chest. She began to debate it; weighing
the pros and cons. Her allegiance to her family was
But was it
enough to entirely expose herself to the Governor?
implications became even harsher. Claudius would be
the first and *only* man for Sierra. When he was
gone, she would miss him madly and dream for a day
when they would be reunited. She would also feel
incredibly sad over it. Her stomach and her heart
now *both* had relocated to her throat. "I'm not
wearing a device," she defended herself. Even her
words felt weak. She understood he wasn't going to
simply expose himself to her. If she successfully
bribed him and it was recorded, the reign of
Governor Arundel would end forever. Sierra thought
about Zara. She had been worried about her in-laws.
She didn't want Zara and Marcus to lose their
children. She wanted everyone to be *happy*. The
datapads fell back onto the ground, only this time,
Sierra did not try to pick them up. "I am not
concerned for my future." She informed Papius just
to let him know that she wasn't interested.
At last, her
hands touched with her crisp cream top. He just
wants to make sure I'm not wearing a recording
device Sierra told herself. I'll be able to redress
quickly she promised herself. In a desperate attempt
not to make a show of it, the Duchess began to
remove her clothing. First her top, then her boots
so she could pull down her trousers. She did not
take off her panties or her bra. The feeling of
discomfort had quadrupled. The only man to ever see
her in any state of undress was her husband. He had
earned her trust long before seeing her body. Papius,
however, was a stranger. She was so cold. Her
nipples protruded through the material of her bra.
Goosebumps had begun to appear along her flesh.
Still, she held out her arms to him. "See? I'm not
wearing a recorder." She pointed out to him bluntly.
A smug smirk
formed upon Papius' face as he watched her undress.
It was a wonderful sight to behold, but like all
greedy men he wanted *more*. "Spin around. Let me
make completely sure," he told her, as he leaned
back slowly. He really needed a glass of wine for
this, but she had caused a problem where he could
not simply rise from the seat. He inhaled sharply
through his nose, while moving his tongue swiftly
through his mouth. "I think you are doing an
excellent job seeing to your future, and for that if
your family," he told her, condescendingly, as he
looked over every centimeter of her teenage body.
"If all women from Alderaan looked like you it was a
pity we destroyed it," he said, with an arrogant
laugh, revealing information he probably should not
terrible being at his mercy. Had Zara and Marcus not
been captured, then this meeting would have gone
differently. Since those weren't the circumstances,
Sierra was verbally forced to spin around in a slow
circle. She could feel his eyes devouring her body.
She was small and soft, unlike the Stormtroopers who
kept him company. After she had spun once, she came
to stop in front of him just in time for him to drop
a bombshell. The *Empire* had destroyed Alderaan!?
The good parts of Alderaan flashed before her eyes.
It had been such a gorgeous planet. She looked like
he had punched the air out of her without laying a
hand on her. "*What?!*" His laugh was like salt in
her wounds. She needed to know more, but not when
she wore nothing but her underwear. "Are you
satisfied?" She asked him impatiently.
his eyes, inhaling deeply, while making a soft
series of moans. *Finally* he was able to stand, but
instead of moving towards her, he moved towards his
desk. He reached into his drawer where he produced a
small blade and then moved in her direction. He came
up behind her, the heat of his body enough to melt
her. He was directly behind her now and moved the
cold blade over her flesh seductively. It found the
back of her bra strap and it cut it loose, allowing
it to fall. The blade moved down her side, cutting
at the left side of her panty strap. Then it moved
to her right side, cutting the second strap. She was
completely exposed to him now. It gave him power
over her. "Now I am satisfied," he said, as he
leaned his head forward, speaking directly into her
ear. "Now collect your in-laws and, despite how much
I wish to see you bend over ... leave the datapads,"
he instructed her, before moving back to the
tactical display of the Leiliani patrols.
herself that it had to be over now. Papius had seen
all he needed to see. Sierra made the mistake of
allowing herself to breathe while he moved towards
his desk. Upon returning, he took her breath away in
all the worst ways. He came back, closer than ever,
with a heat that threatened to burn her and a knife
that dared to cut her. She visibly quivered as the
blade licked her flesh. It traveled through a land
that had been hurt over and over again. The woman
was speechless even as he cut her bra. It fell to
the ground. Sierra rapidly tried to cover up her
breasts but then Papius went a step further by
completely undressing her.
And there she
stood, the Duchess of Delaya, weak, powerless, and
nude. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. He
allowed her to take Marcus and Zara...but how much
of a win had it been? She pathetically fumbled
through putting on her trousers and her top while
fully aware that he was watching every move she
made. Dressed, Sierra scurried away from Papius like
a fearful little mouse. She descended to the dungeon
of the garrison base where the Stormtroopers had
already been ordered to release Zara and Marcus
Rodney. She had not gained composure when she saw
them. Her hair was a mess. Her clothing was
disheveled. Most of all, there were tears in her
bloodshot eyes. Papius was her new worst nightmare.