While his wife
was undergoing rigorous training at the Void, Grand
Moff Claudius Rodney was finding himself in a world
of hurt aboard the Executor-class Star Dreadnaught
Retributor. He stood next to his tactical officer as
he watched Imperial forces continuing their
operations on the worlds of the Ringali Shell on the
orders of the newly self promoted *Colonel* Arden
Zevrin under his name. In real time the screen was
lighting up with casualty estimates, which caused
him no end of misery. "Enough," he said, as he
lowered his head and moved away from the holotank
that provided a real time view of the battles. "Have
you seen Commander Rodney?" he asked the Lieutenant,
with his back turned to her. He brought his hand up
to his nose, rubbing it slowly, as he tried to
understand what exactly had gone on in his absence.
Not only did he need his wife, but he desperately
needed his adjutant.
Meham'ohorovi'cloca stood next to Grand Moff Rodney
for the first time in months as they watched ISB
raids taking place simultaneously across every major
city on the six primary planets in the Ringali
Shell. She was impressed by the lightning precision
of the raids, though she privately had misgivings
about the selection of targets. As she held a
datapad with the list of planetary officials being
rounded up she felt few of them had any real power
of influence on their worlds, and she suspected none
had any true connection to the Rebellion. She did
however understand what was happening here ... an
Imperialization of these worlds to punish them for
the actions of the actual Rebels. It was a
heavy-handed approach, which she would have advised
against due to the likelihood of it creating actual
Rebels where there were none as a response. However,
no one had asked her advice in a long time. When he
said 'enough' her hand moved to the control panel to
deactivate the holotank, and she was turning on her
heels to return to her duty station in the crew pit
when he spoke. "No, milord. I provided her reports
in your office the other day, but I have not
encountered her since," she said in her cold, exotic
voice, with little empathy for his plight.
Rodney's time at the Void had served it's purpose:
it made her feel better. She was open minded and
ready to learn from Kerrie and El-Nay. She knew
she'd be back sooner than later. In the meantime,
she had abandoned her husband on the Retributor. She
was sure he needed saving ... and he probably needed
his adjutant. Returning home, Sierra had quickly
threw back on her ISB uniform and arranged herself.
She also made sure to check on her adoptive Squib
daughter, who seemed like she would never be empty
of gems and various trinkets. With a cup of pudding
in hand, Sierra made her way back to the Retributor
in their shared ship. She could only imagine what
was going on. Waking up to the realities of what had
happened while they were gone in Delaya was
difficult. *Colonel* Arden Zevrin was busily making
a mess of everything.
And there was
no clear way to stop her yet.
No sooner had
Claudius asked about her did Commander Rodney
herself appeared at the holotank. In shifting
through the sea of reports on her desk, she was
pretty sure she knew what her husband had just been
exposed to. She looked to Claudius and then
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca. She greeted them.
"Governor, Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca." She
nodded to both of them. In her hands, she clutched
her handy dandy datapad which housed all the
information for her husband's day-to-day schedule.
If he thought today was rough, he should prepare
himself for tomorrow. (D)
Claudius immediately perked up when he heard the
voice of his wife. He spun on his feet quickly, but
before he turned around he had begun biting his
lower lip to prevent from looking too happy.
"Commander, good of you to join us," he said, with a
wink, as if he was actually chastising her for being
late. "You missed Maj- *Colonel* Zevrin's latest
round of arrests," he said, sounding equal bits
tired and annoyed. He moved closer towards her,
giving a quick glance towards the Chiss tactical
officer to dismiss her. "We can not avoid her
forever," he said quietly to his wife, while nodding
his head as if he was giving orders. "We are going
to have to meet with her," he said, quietly, before
turning his body and looking at the other officers.
It was a silly way to behave for sure, but he did
want to maintain some level of professionalism when
dealing with his wife in front of subordinate
Professionalism had become a difficult aspect of the
job. Especially when he was on the bridge having a
*really* long day. Sierra felt that physical barrier
between them most on those days. There was a sparkle
in her eyes when he chastised her. She would do her
best not to abandon him too frequently. She became
serious when he discussed *Colonel* Zevrin. It was
amazing how the woman could keep promoting herself
up the chain like so. The Emperor was pleased with
her actions though. All they could do was stand back
and allow her fire to burn itself out. The damage
control afterwards would be immense. She brought the
datapad in front of her and began looking over his
schedule to find a place to put in a new, and
incredibly unpleasant, meeting. "I know," she nodded
her head as a show for the other officers. "We need
to form a plan before we meet with her. It seems
like she always has an extra card up her sleeve. Ah,
here." She found an opening in his schedule.
"There's time tomorrow at the end of the day. Is it
Claudius replied, perhaps a bit too loudly, which
caused him to become slightly embarrassed.
"Commander, follow me to my office," he said, as he
gave a cursory nod to the other officers. He moved
swiftly with her towards the turbolift that would
slowly descend the command tower to the level
containing his office. He walked slowly down the
corridor until they arrived at his office. Once
inside he took a quick look around to make sure no
one was lurking, and then quickly focused all of his
attention on energy on her. His hand moved to the
top of her head, plucking off her hat and allowing
it to fall to the ground. He moved towards her,
until she was practically pinned against the wall.
And then, and only then, he moved his face towards
hers and placed a fierce, passionate kiss upon her
lips, biting at her lower lip and toying with her in
a state of frenzied tension. The game with the other
officers had gone on too long. He could not resist
his urges any longer.
that had *not* been the right answer. Sierra blushed
wildly. She turned her back on the other officers
and quickly moved with him towards the turbolift.
She wasn't entirely sure if she was in trouble or
not. She was certain that she could find a more
suitable place in his schedule. She thought of
Kerrie's advice about being too aggressive. Perhaps
she should take a more lax approach. Sierra set her
datapad on his desk. She intended to sit down and
discuss a more adequate time with. The temperature
in the room drastically changed from the simple
action of her husband removing her hat. Her body
felt so hot. Surprising her a second time, he nearly
pinned her against the wall. Her backside pressed
against it lightly. She recognized now that she
wasn't in *any* kind of trouble. To the contrary,
she was about to engage in one of her favorite
things. She toppled into passion with him, kissing
him like she was an animal. Everything suddenly
smashed down on her. Their lives had become so
difficult. Now the only way life could go was up.
While her tongue wildly assaulted his mouth, Her
hands began to remove his tunic. Her absence had
been brief yet she had missed him *so* much. The
kiss briefly ended for the sake of removing his
tunic and throwing it to the ground. Her offense
continued through the way she ground her hips into
his the second time they kissed.
"Oh I can't
stand these procedural meetings," Claudius
complained, as she undressed him, having spent the
entire day being buried in trivial facts and
figures. "That woman is worse than a droid," he
confided in his wife about his tactical officer, as
his carefully ironed tunic fell to the ground.
"Where were you?" he asked her, before she silenced
him with a kiss. He privately wondered if she had
concocted some excuse to avoid having to listen to
the Chiss tactical officer prattle on like a child
looking to avoid school. If so, he was very jealous.
Her grinding had caused him to forget what question
he had even asked by the time their kiss broke. He
lifted her up with both of his hands and began
carrying her towards the desk. When he neared it he
lay her on top of it, causing his pile of datapads
to fall to the ground like a child's game. He cared
not about the military operations or Colonel Zevrin
... all he could think about was his wife.
There were few
voices in the world that could put her to sleep. The
Chiss' voice was one of them. Sierra snickered
playfully. "I know. I was playing hooky. Can you
blame? If anyone else asks, you know, *pregnancy*
stuff." At least her reasoning was true. She
disliked procedural meetings so much. Next time
she'd have to be there to make up for her absence.
The matters of the Retributor fell out of her mind
once he picked her up. Her legs briefly wrapped
around his waist. They made a mess out of the built
up datapads. She could hear them clunking hard
against the floor while they fell at Claudius' feet.
Sierra was experiencing a case of tunnel vision. Her
urges overshadowed everything else. If she didn't
have him, she wasn't going to be able to function
properly for the rest of the day. Determined to be
nude, she removed her annoyingly cream tunic. She
sat up slightly to undo her trousers then push them
down. She lay back on his desk. Her soft skin was
inviting him into enjoy she who was his wife. "I
love you." She said affectionately. "Now give us
what we both want, *Governor*."
legs wrapped around his waist it was a struggle for
him to reach his belt buckle, but with some work he
was able to rid himself of it and drop his trousers.
"Let's hope the Rebels don't choose now to attack,"
he said with a bit of dark humor, as he looked down
at her naked form.
When it was over he collapsed on top of her, covered
in sweat, and completely exhausted. "Cancel my
afternoon meetings," he said to her, before placing
a kiss upon her cheek and beginning to fall asleep.
He'd placed a
big grin on her face. She felt amazing and
exhausted. Nuzzling her nude body against his, she
nodded her head. "Consider it done.." She kissed his
forehead. "Sleep tight, my love." She, too,
surrendered to a midday nap.
knock, or a request for entry, the door to Grand
Moff Rodney's office opened to Colonel Arden Zevrin
who saw to it she had access to every area to the
Retributor. "Eww," she said, as she could smell the
sex in the office. "Someone needs to open a window,"
she declared, but as she took a step forward she
spotted the Grand Moff and his wife on the desk,
completely naked and sound asleep. "Good grief," she
complained, as she rolled her eyes, before moving
towards the seating area near the entrance to the
office. She looked at the priceless and
irreplaceable vase that sat on the table that was
handmade on Alderaan some time ago. Her eyes moved
slowly from the vase to the couple and then back to
the vase. With the use of one finger she poked the
vase, knocking it to the ground, which not only
caused it to shatter, but also to make a tremendous
noise that should wake them up. "Oops," she said, as
her cheeks flushed red, and she raised her hand to
cover her mouth.
was napping on the job ... and so was her boss.
Fancy that, he was laying on top of her at that very
moment. The young ISB officer slept soundly after
having forced herself to clear Claudius' schedule.
She was still out like a light when *Colonel* Zevrin
showed up on the scene. As typical of any teenager,
she felt *hard*. Sierra didn't wake until the vase
crashed into the ground and scattered into a million
tiny pieces. Her blue eyes shot open. Her head
turned to the side. A cold chill shot down her
spine. Arden Zevrin. Speak of the damn devil. Sierra
felt tremendously embarrassed that the woman hadn't
bothered to knock. "Oh, hello... *Colonel*..." Her
hands ran over her husband's back to wake him. "We
have a visitor," she whispered into his ear. She
looked back to Arden. "Could you possibly give us a
moment to wrap up this meeting?" She clung to him.
If he moved away from her, she was going to be
entirely exposed to Arden. Right now, he was making
for a fabulous human shield.
awoken by the sound of his vase crashing to the
ground, being shattered into as many pieces as
Alderaan. His eyes locked onto Sierra, the most
beautiful sight he could behold, but behind her
Arden came into focus, which was perhaps the most
wretched sight he could imagine. Any hope of round
two had been lost as his libido wilted in Arden's
presence, resulting in the little guy retreating
like a broken enemy. "Do you mind?!" he asked her
angrily, as he did his best to conceal his wife, but
her rather substantial hind quarters made it
difficult. "I am *still* the Grand Moff," he ordered
her, as he filled with an incredible rage. He would
have thrown her out of his office by the back of her
neck ... if only he had some clothes on.
Arden asked, as she wagged her finger at the two of
them. "Come now. We're all adults here," she said,
as she moved towards the most comfortable seating
area. "Go ahead and get dressed. I won't look," she
assured them, as she plucked up a datapad and began
to surf the HoloNet. "Hmm. A new flavor at Auntie
Mae's," she said, to no one in particular, as she
read the filler material. "Oh. Did you know your
brother is on Ithor?" she said, as she moved to the
gossip section. Her eyes slowly moved to take a peek
at the couple as she continued to read the latest
news. "Oh. By the way. I heard from Governor
Arundel. Your mother is dead," she mentioned, like
it was nothing, before diving back into the HoloNet.
She could feel
his rage. It bled into her as she fully woke. Arden
made it clear that she wasn't going to be leaving
any time soon. In fact, she made herself right at
home within the seating area. Oh, if she knew what
had happened on the chair she sat in, then she would
*not* be sitting there. It was news to Sierra that
Marcus was staying on Ithor. She tried to keep in
contact with Zara, but life was busy and she simply
had been focusing her efforts towards protecting her
family. They were having a standstill with Arden.
Sierra refused to let Claudius dress. She didn't
want to remind Arden that she was carrying their
child. The witch's tongue continued to release venom
into the room. The woman casually brought up
Governor Arundel, then revealed that Livia was no
longer alive. Internally, Sierra was shocked,
however, shock wasn't the emotion that she showed to
Arden. Ferocity was.
released Claudius and made her way out from
underneath him. Nude as she was, Sierra stood tall.
She approached Arden too angry to care about
consequences. "You need to leave *now*." She said as
she snagged her datapad up. "The Governor is
available for meetings several times throughout the
next few days. I will send you a meeting agenda."
*Claudius...* First he'd lost his father and now his
mother too. Sierra would *not* allow Arden watch him
fall apart. It would be a reward to her...and Sierra
was so determined to deny her of it that she pressed
her hand into the woman's back to persuade her up
and out of the Grand Moff's office. Protecting her
family involved so much more than a gun.
towards Sierra as she approached, but did not react
to her command to leave. "Hey! I was reading that.
There are some good coupons in there..." she
muttered, shaking her head at the woman. She leaned
forward, arching her around Sierra's massive behind,
to briefly look over the blubbering mess that was
the Grand Moff. "It's all right, Commander. I think
I've had my meeting. It wen't well, don't you
think?" she asked, with a cruel smile, as she rose
from her seat and looked her subordinate clearly in
the eye. She felt she had just neutralized the
returning Grand Moff, preventing him from getting in
the way of her plans. "Toodeloo," she declared, with
a wave that involved flapping all of her fingers.
With that she was gone, but the damage had been
She did her
best to shield Claudius from Arden's view. Her eyes
narrowed as she stared at the woman. She could feel
her blood pressure rising. She wanted Arden to
suffer for all of her crimes against her husband.
Someday, she was determined what it would happen. As
soon as Arden had left, Sierra's heart fell down
into a great abyss. Livia was *dead*. She had seen
the woman as a true mother for a long time. Livia
had always been kind to her. Despite the woman being
an elderly drunk, she had imagined that Livia would
be there for years to come. Now she was gone. . .
She felt sad as she made her way back to her
husband. Her hands urged him towards her. She gave
him a place to break down within her arms. "I'm so
sorry.." She whispered, clinging to him tightly. She
buried her head into his hair and began to cry.
Arden had used his mother's death as a weapon.
Sierra saw it for what it was: a way to bring the
Grand Moff down. The only problem was that Arden had
not taken into consideration the young woman who had
become his wife. She would support him *and*
navigate them through the path to beating the woman.
"Claudius..." Each month was harder than the last.
Sierra was determined to push through and change
everything for her husband.
returning to the Ringali Shell Claudius Rodney felt
he had been on his best behavior. He stayed away
from drinking and focused on learning the ins and
outs of what had transpired during his sabbatical on
Delaya in preparation for putting Arden Zevrin in
her place. He was even beginning to feel confident,
but then she came into his life like a maelstrom
once again. It was bad enough that she found him in
a compromising position with his wife, but to
deliver the news that his mother had perished had
absolutely gutted him. His father's death was
expected, but he did not expect his mother to die.
He began to panic. Suddenly the room became very
small and he found it difficult to breath. The tears
came quickly and he rolled onto his side, curling up
in the fetal position, and began to hyperventilate.
His wife attempted to reach him verbally, but he was
in such a profound state of shock that her words did
not move him. That bitch of a woman *always* knew
exactly what to do to break him.
feel his pain. She felt horrible for her husband.
Both of his parents were gone now. It had happened
within the span of a few months. Delaya was there
but untouchable. Her hand ran over his back to let
him know that she was there. She could hear him
hyperventilating. She could nearly feel his panic.
The Grand Moff's hard headed wife wasn't going to
abandon him. Instead, she started to persuade him
out of the fetal position with her hands. When her
hands found his, her fingers locked with his and she
began to pull him off of the desk. He could either
watch his wife over exert herself, or break down and
follow her towards the couch in the sitting area.
being that she was pregnant, she won that silent
argument. She made him come with her, seating
herself on the couch with him in her lap. Sierra
wrapped herself around him tightly. He was still
hyperventilating, so she cupped her hand gently over
his mouth. "Breath slowly." She commanded him.
Outstretching her foot, Sierra caught the fleece
throw blanket at the end of the couch. She had
complained about it always being as cold as the
arctic and brought the blanket from home to keep
warm. She used it to cover her and her husband with
one hand. They wouldn't be moving from the couch for
some time. Behind him, Sierra kissed the back of his
not have the strength to resist her, and moved with
her like dead weight. As she comforted him his
breathing eventually began to settle, and slowly he
came back to reality. "Sierra..." he said to her,
slowly, as he moved his hand to rest upon hers. "I
must ask you to do something, and it will not be
easy," he said to her, as he tightened his grip on
her hand, and stared off into space. "You must
determine if this is true and, if so, what happened.
I know it means crossing paths with Governor Arundel
again, but..." he hesitated, taking in a deep
breath. "...I need to know," he explained to her,
weakly, with a voice full of emotion. He had the
life completely drained from him.
attention to his breathing. The last thing she
wanted was for him to make himself pass out. When he
began to breath regularly, Sierra's hand took hold
of his tightly. "Hm?" The woman would do anything
for her husband. Even when that anything including
diving into the belly of the beast to determine what
had happened. She knew this was going to be her
hardest mission yet...but it was one she had to go
through with. Arden had done so much to hurt her
husband. It was possible that this was another way
of manipulating him into the palm of her hand. "Then
you shall know." She responded to him without an
ounce of doubt in her voice. "I will go to Delaya
and find out the truth for myself. We can't trust
anything that comes out of that woman's mouth." The
words hurt regardless. "I need you to do something
for me while I'm away. It isn't going to be easy
either." Sierra sighed. She rested her chin on his
shoulder. "I need you to be strong while I'm gone."
come to rely on Sierra, and while the request she
made of him seemed simple, in actuality he knew it
would be quite hard. "I shall try, my love. I shall
try," he told her, as his hand continued to rub
against her own hand. "I don't think we should
contact Marcus or tell the children until we know
more details," he said, as he put his family before
himself once again. "Do you wish for me to draft
orders authorizing you to take any backup with you?"
he asked her, as he put her safety first. He did not
trust Governor Arundel as far as he could throw him,
and he already went after Sierra once before.
"I agree with
you. I'd rather they not know if this is all just
another terrible scheme." Like with Jelena. A part
of her clung to the idea that it was all a lie. That
thought would help her get through her difficult
mission in Delaya. Until she saw proof, she couldn't
let the sadness consume her. Her free hand ran up
and down his arm. "No. We have some friends who will
be more than willing to assist me under the radar. I
don't want to draw attention to myself." Governor
Arundel would love to get his hands on her again.
Leaving Claudius was going to be incredibly
difficult. He needed her right now...though he
needed her to find out the truth more. She closed
her eyes, squeezing him tightly to her body. "I'll
leave tonight." She promised him. "There's one more
thing I need you to do while I'm gone." Sierra said,
clearly being greedy. "Take care of yourself. We all
need you, Claudius."
terrified about Sierra going off to Delaya alone. He
had lost so much that he could not stand to lose her
too. He now lived in a world where he could not
imagine life without her. If anything happened to
her, he would take the Retributor to Delaya and
crash it into Governor Arundel personally. "Do you
have to leave *that* soon," he asked of her, as he
slowly rolled over until he was facing her. His eyes
were red, stained from the tears, but when he looked
at her face he could not help but smile. "I love you
so much," he said, as he brought her hand up to
gently caress her soft hair. His face pushed
forward, pressing his lips against hers in a soft,
gentle kiss. There was no fire behind it ... only
himself couldn't take Sierra from her husband. She
would fight, tooth and nail, to return to him. Her
eyes fell on him. He had lit a fire inside of her.
She would see to it that all these terrible people
paid in due time. Patience was the key...at the same
time, it was the hardest thing in the world for
Sierra. She shook her head. "No. . . Tomorrow. . ."
Leaving him at any point was difficult. Her hands
cupped his face. She would worry for him the whole
time she was gone. They tended to function better as
a team, after all. His smile moved her heart. His
world was falling apart quicker than she could put
it back together...yet, for her, he smiled. Her own
smile began to pull at her face. "I love you so
much," she repeated. Their kiss was truly beautiful.
Claudius had convinced her that true love wasn't
just more than a fairytale...it was what they shared
together. She would protect him. She would avenge
with him. The galaxy needed to learn not to mess
with the Grand Moff's wife.