It seemed as though the galaxy was fighting against
Sierra Rodney today. Home was complete chaos. It began
with every crisp-white ISB top being ... well, not so
white. She *really* needed to talk to someone about the
color of the ISB tunics. She was to be attending an
important meeting regarding Chandrila with her husband
today and she wanted to be there. As soon as she saw the
state of her tops, she'd sent him on ahead while
promising she'd be there. After unloading a literal ton
of stain remover and washing her tunic, finally she had
something to wear ... but then her boots were gone. As
much as she hated them, she couldn't leave without them.
Her hat had mysteriously disappeared too. Inside her
room, where the girls couldn't hear her, she cursed.
"Okay, okay." She said taking one deep breath. Sierra
made her way downstairs rapidly. She spotted Callista in
the kitchen, pouring cereal into one of Sierra's boots.
"Oh, nononono." She squeaked, running up behind her
niece to stop her. "Here sweetie..." She reached over
and grabbed a bowl from inside the cupboard. She made
Callista's breakfast for her.
Since El-Nay's helmet had made such a great ice cream
bowl, it seemed logical that Auntie Sierra's boots would
be great for breakfast. Callista had sent Melickielickie
into Sierra's room in the wee hours of the morning to
collect her boots. The small Squib had brought back a
hat too, which Callista deemed to be Melickielickie's
crown. "Hiya Auntie!" Callista squeaked as fruit loops
fell to the ground while she overfilled the boot. "Weeeee!"
Her little feet wiggled. Her Auntie had taken the boot
away, but Callista was more than happy to be fed.
The back door to the Rodney estate opened revealing
the presence of Drusilla Rodney who had been out all
night. She thought she would be back before Sierra woke
up, but unfortunately as she crept into the kitchen she
was there. Her face immediately went red as she became
flustered, not knowing what to say. She had been caught
and there was no way out of it. For the first time since
Sierra had meet her, she was speechless. She swallowed,
and her eyes moved about quickly ... it was apparent to
any body language expert that she was forming a lie.
"Good morning," she said, as she finally managed to find
some words. "You're up early," she fired at her,
bitterly, as her plan had been foiled by a damn Imperial
Sierra had her back to the door. She dumped out the
cereal from her boot, noting that it still smelled
rather fruity. With a groan, she slid her foot in. One
boot down, one to go. She was nearly out of the house!
As Sierra turned, she busted Drusilla coming in from the
back door. Instantly, Sierra's jaw dropped to the floor.
Her blood pressure went through the roof. Drusilla had
been out *all* night. Drusilla had been out *all* night.
Her brain hiccuped on the thought like it simply
couldn't process it. It was that Prince! Her eyes
briefly lingered on the knife block, which, thankfully
had no knives in it.
The little part of her that cared what Drusilla
thought of her latest stepmother told her to calm down.
Her motherly instincts, which overpowered everything
else, were her first defense. "Were you out all night!?"
She gasped. "With that Prince?!" She made her way
towards her stepdaughter looking red in the face.
"You're *grounded*!" It was the first time that Sierra
had ever said those words. "You are to go to your room
and stay there! If you sneak out again, I'll install
bars on your windows!" She snapped, "I will tell your
father and see what punishment he sees fit! I'd like to
start with no allowance for the rest of the month!" Oh,
and it wouldn't end there. Sierra was going to go see
Prince Pollix and ground him too. If he even *touched*
Drusilla... Her hand clenched into a fist. She was going
to kill that boy.
"I-I-I..." Drusilla stammered, as Sierra questioned
her about her relationship with Prince Pollix. "...but
he's a Prince!" was the only thing she could think of
saying, which was perhaps the most Drusilla-like thing
of all. "Grounded?! You can't!" she said, as her cheeks
became flushed red, and her little feet began to stomp
on the ground. "Daddy!" she screamed at the top of her
lungs, unaware that he had already left to prepare for
his meeting. "You can't! Oh, you can't!" she said, as
the tears began to flow, as she began a full pout. "I
hate you! You're going to ruin *everything!*," she
shouted, before dramatically rushing past her, and
bounding up the stairs. A moment later the sound of her
door slamming was heard, following by the overpowering
maximum volume of her jizz recordings.
Drusilla only confirmed her suspicions. She'd been
out with *him*! Sierra was seeing red...but not for her
innocent little girl. She was seeing it for the
lecherous Prince. He was a bad influence! Dru hadn't
snuck out *before* they met. Sierra made herself firm
and crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps she *was*
scarier than Claudius. It didn't matter how loud
Drusilla screamed, her father wasn't home. "I *can* and
I *will*! I won't let this boy hurt you!" Ohno. She was
crying. Her heart ached to hear her youngest
stepdaughter proclaim that she hated her. As she watched
Dru disappear up the stairs, Sierra's eyes felt hot.
Being a mother was *not* easy. She groaned, looking down
at her stomach. "That's what happens when you sneak
out...so don't!" She told her unborn son.
The music was so loud that it rattled the walls in
the estate. Drusilla wasn't capable of watching the
girls. Sierra realized she needed help...and she knew
exactly who to call. With her comlink in hand, she
walked out into the living room. "Ewwiekewwieikkie, have
you seen my other boot?" The Rainbow Rancor video was on
*again*. To her comm, she spoke. "Ensign Sheppard,
you're needed at the estate as soon as possible". Sierra
*needed* to not be late for that meeting.
Ewwiekewwieikkie looked at Sierra for a moment,
bringing her paw up to her chin. "Boot. Hmm..." she
said, as she started to chew. "Oh. Oh," she said, as she
hopped up and down excitedly. "That's not a boot
anymore," she told Sierra, before shaking her head at
her stepmother. "You left it. Finders keepers!" she
said, raising her hand at the woman, as it was one of
the tenants of Squib culture. "It's a hat now. I put it
on Melickielickie!" she said, before pointing at the
other Squib in the corner. The boot was so big that
instead of sitting upon her head, it fell down, covering
her face and obscuring her view.
Melickielickie was feeling her way through the living
room. She left a trail of fur on the wall as she touched
it repeatedly with her paws. "Eeeeee!" The little Squib
loved her hat despite not being able to see at all. "No
see! No see!" She stumbled on nothing at all and fell.
Her knee gently grazed the floor and suddenly she was
wailing like someone had given her a fatal wound. She
clutched her knee. "*Owwwiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*! *Owwieeeeeee*!
*Hurt hurt*!" Her words were muffled by the boot.
Sierra's face shrunk. "Finders keepers... But I
*swore* I took my boots off in my room..." She knew
better than to argue with Squib logic. At least there
wasn't breakfast cereal in her other boot, but
Melickielickie's head. "It's a nice hat, but I'm going
to need to borrow it." No sooner had Sierra taken a step
towards Melickielickie did the little Squib fall. Her
screams of despair were louder than the sound of Dru's
jizz music. That was it. Sierra was *never* getting out.
She quickly scooped Melickielickie off the ground. She
removed the boot from her head, which meant her screams
were not muffled in any way. Sierra looked down at
Melickielickie's knee, which was virtually unharmed. "Oh
no." Sierra said, frowning. "This is serious. I don't
think kisses are going to cut it. I need a doctor!"
Callista came running out from the kitchen carrying a
bright purple doctor's bag. Sierra had seen the little
girl playing doctor with the bantha the other day.
Melickielickie's crying had stopped, if only
momentarily, as she wondered what was going on. Sierra
laid out the little Squib on the couch. "Okay, Doctor
Callista. It's all up to you." She began to sink away
from the scene. She had two boots...and now she needed a
"Yes. That's where I *found* them!" Ewwiekewwieikkie
said, thinking Sierra was silly. "Oh no!" she squealed
when Melickielickie fell, causing her to rush into
overprotective mode. "Fix her! Fix her! Fix her! Fix
her! Fix her! Fix her!" she said repeatedly, in a
frenzy, as she scurried about. When she heard Sierra
describe the injury as 'serious' her eyes went wide, and
she felt faint. "Is she broken?" she asked, as she
watched Callista work on Melickielickie. She was
trembling with nervousness and excitement, but that went
away the moment she saw Callita's purple doctor's bag.
"Wow!" she said, as she moved towards the doctor's bag.
"Wow!" she said, as she saw all of the toys inside,
which to her looked like real medical instruments. Real
*shiny* medical instruments. And, in that moment, she
was totally divorced from reality and instead remained
focused on the toys.
It was about that time when a beleaguered Ensign
Bethany Sheppard entered through the front door of the
Rodney estate. She had been promoted, in a sense, to
Babysitter-in-Chief, which, unfortunately, did not come
with hazard pay. She did see Sierra, but what she did
see was a case of children apparently playing doctor in
the living room. She began to feel anxious, worried that
she had arrived too late and missed Sierra, thus earning
a reprimand. "Where's your mom?" she asked
Ewwiekewwieikkie, who completely ignored her as she
focused on the toys. She leaned over Melickielickie to
check on her, as the rays of the morning light crept
into the estate and caused her rank code cylinder to
shine especially bright over the Squib's face.
It seemed to be safe to take a moment for herself
before leaving. Sierra slunk quietly into the kitchen.
She moved into the pantry with a pudding cup and a spoon
in hand. She didn't even bother turning on the light as
she stood in her hiding spot and ate pudding. It was *wayyy*
too early to be hitting the pudding, yet there she was,
acting like an addict trying to get a quick fix. She
eyed the crack between the door and the floor, watching
for the feet of her girls. If one of them found her, her
top wouldn't be cream anymore ... and her pudding would
"Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm!" Callista looked down at her
patient. "I'll fix her!" She declared, pulling out a toy
stethoscope. She pressed the instrument to
Melickielickie's arm. "Hmmmmmmmmm." Her other hand
tapped her chin. She dropped the stethoscope, grasping a
sparkly reflex hammer which she used on Melickielickie's
toys. "Yeah. She okay! *Fixed*!" She tackled
Melickielickie, tickling her all over. The little
Squib's wailing shifted to laughter as both girls
wiggled on the couch together. "*Bethnee*!" Callista
squeaked mid-tickle. Callista thought that Bethany was
talking about *her* mom. The little girl shrugged her
Melickielickie wiggled and giggled until she was
nearly breathless. Her big yellow eyes were attracted to
the shiny thing on Bethany's tunic. "Oooooo..." She
began to climb to the top of the couch. She stared at
the shiny then slowly, slowlllyyyyy snatched it off of
Bethany's top. "*Eeee*"! She squeed excitedly, darting
over to Ewwiekewwieikkie to show her. "Finder's
keepers!" She took off in the direction of the kitchen,
moving straight into the pantry where she found...
"Mama! Whatchu eatin'?!" Busted.
Bethany was distracted by Callista's speaking to her,
which prevented her from stopping Melickielickie from
stealing her rank code cylinder. "Hey! Wait! No!" she
said in a panic, as she knew without that she would not
even be granted access back onto the ship. She attempted
to chase after the Squib, but she was too quick for her.
Suddenly she felt something under her feet ... it was a
toy rancor ... but before she could step herself she
stumbled forward, hitting the ground hard. "Ow. Damn
it," she said, as she lay on the cold, hard floor in
agony. "This deal gets worse all the time," she muttered
to herself, before attempting to get back up.
"Wow! What is that?!" Ewwiekewwieikkie shrieked as
she saw the code cylinder in Melickielickie's hands. No
one had ever taught her to share before, so living under
the same roof with another Squib who wanted an equal, or
even greater, amount of the loot. She did not have one,
and she began getting quite agitated by that. "Ngh. Ngh,"
she groaned, as she looked around anxiously for anything
that might be as good ... if not better. That's when she
saw that Sierra had one of her own and she began to
hurry towards her. She began reaching up towards the
code cylinder at Sierra's left shoulder, but she could
not reach and instead just fumbled about at her chest.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned, as she attempted to grab
at the cylinder. But then she felt her hand against
something ... better ... her rank insignia. She gasped,
pulling at the rank insignia and grabbing it off her
uniform. She ran to the corner of the room, sat down
carefully, and held onto it with both hands. "Mine!" she
declared, in a pout, while feverishly looking around the
Chaos had erupted again in the estate. Dru's music
continued to blare. Sierra heard someone...Bethany...hit
the floor as she emerged from the pantry. She
surrendered the remaining pudding to Melickielickie to
avoid her uniform becoming a massive, pudding mess. She
saw Melickielickie dipping Bethany's rank code cylinder
into the pudding and using it like a spoon. Help had
arrived...but not before Sierra lost her own rank
insignia to her Squib adoptive daughter. "Ewwiekewwieikkie!"
She called out. She saw that the chances of her getting
her rank insignia back were slim to none. She had
nothing to offer in trade. Time was running out. There
was no way for Sierra to get her rank insignia *and*
leave on time. So, she approached Ensign Sheppard.
Sierra bent over, offering the young woman a hand. "I
apologize for your rank code cylinder. If you aren't
able to get it back, I'll retrieve it when I get home."
She helped Bethany back to her feet. "There's an
important meeting I cannot miss this morning. I require
your help here, Ensign."
Bethany accepted Sierra's help getting back on her
feet, but while her body was upright her soul was still
on the floor. "I ... I understand, Major," she said,
sounding grim, and finding it hard not to frown, despite
her desire to influence the Governor's wife *and* aide.
"Go to your meeting, Milady," she said, as she looked
around the room desperately. "I'll figure out a way to
get a handle on things here ... somehow," she said,
before offering a half smile at her superior. Of course
she had no idea what to do, but she considered food as
her most powerful tool when dealing with the children.
"I think I'll send for an order from Auntie Mae's rib
shack," she said, as she looked into the kitchen ...
Melickielickie had her rank cylinder, Ewwiekewwieikkie
had Sierra's rank insignia, but fortunately Callista had
yet to make off with any Imperial equipment. "May the
force be with me," she said to herself, as she marched
off into the kitchen.
Sierra smoothed the front of her tunic. She thought
it unlikely that anyone was *really* going to make a big
deal about her missing rank insignia today. The more
pregnant she got, the less comfortable people seemed
approaching her. Honestly, it was a nice change. "That's
a great idea, Ensign. Please save my rank insignia while
the girls are distracted by the ribs. And...if you see
Drusilla out of her room, contact me immediately. She is
not to leave this estate." She quickly said her goodbyes
to all three girls. Sierra made herself disappear
quickly after that, for if she didn't leave the house
now, she would be embarrassingly late. Still, she
couldn't help but feel nervous as she left Ensign
Bethany alone with a house full of girls.