The small Bruce Rodney has been fussy all morning
long. It seemed that Sierra couldn't make the boy feel
better. At this point, she was sure he needed a nap but
he resisted. The boy was a fighter, and while that meant
that he had stood up to Darth Vader, it also meant that
he wasn't giving up any time soon. Sierra was learning
how to juggle Bruce at work. "Okay, Bruce. We've got to
go spend some time with Lieutenant Meham'ohoroiv'cloca."
The boy responded like his father might, with a grunt of
disapproval. Sierra collected her datapad, her son, and
left her office. They needed to destroy the Rebels that
kept struggling for Chandrila, which meant that the
Grand Moff needed to be well-informed. She knew exactly
where to find the woman: the holotank. Though she was
certain that Meham'ohoroiv'cloca slept, Sierra had never
seen the woman anywhere except at the holotank. Her son
was still making unhappy noises as she reached the
holotank. "Thank you for meeting with me, Lieutenant."
Sierra greeted her.
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca, the Retributor's
tactical officer, was once again hovering over the
holotank attempting to monitor the comings and goings of
every Imperial resources within the Ringali Shell. While
doing this, however, she was also attempting to eat a
lunch consisting of a raw eel. She had hoped to be
finished by the time Major Rodney arrived, so when she
saw the mother and child approaching, she did her best
to choke the food down. When Sierra spoke she raised a
single index finger, while bringing her other hand up to
cover her mouth. As she finished chewing, she swallowed,
and wiped her mouth before continuing. "It is my duty to
meet with you as the Grand Moff's aide," she reported,
matter-of-factly, as she stood at attention in front of
the woman. "Whilst you were away there was an incident
in Chandrila," she began, before moving towards the
holotank where a replay of the latest starfighter raid
appeared. "We unfortunately lost another Victory-class
Star Destroyer *and* a pair of Dreadnaught-class heavy
cruisers," she reported, as the three ships went red in
the holotank and then disappeared off the board. "We no
longer have adequate forces in the system to both
bombard the planet *and* defend the nebula perimeter.
Our forces are stretched too thin and their starfighter
forces completely outclass ours," she reported, grimly,
but expressed no emotion in either her voice or her
facial expression. She spoke with an exotic accent that
was not from this region of the galaxy.
Sierra spotted the woman taking her lunch at the
holotank. Meham'ohoroiv'cloca took her job more
seriously than anyone else on the ship. The woman worked
hard...and she did her job well. She deserved a most
valuable player trophy or *something*. Sierra made her
last effort to hush her young son before the woman began
speaking. Sierra leaned over the holotank and watched
the replay while listening to her. She frowned. In the
time they were gone, more bad news had poured in. "A
Star Destroyer *and* two Dreadnaughts were lost?" Sierra
began entering information into her datapad. The meeting
with Vader was very different from the one with the
Emperor, yet they both had the same result: everyone was
a lot more inspired to take out the Rebels. "Alright.
What would you recommend as the best next move?" Sierra
had yet to realize that her son, tucked in his little
baby sling at her chest, had fallen asleep. The sound of
Meham'ohoroiv'cloca's voice was soothing to him. "This
is all bad news. We *need* a win against the Rebels..."
Meham'ohorovi'cloca looked at Sierra with her cold,
red eyes from across the holotank. "In space the
Rebellion has superior starfighters, while on the ground
their commando units are more experienced and highly
skilled," she concluded, as she circled around the
holotank until she was nearer the woman. "While in
theory overwhelming force seems like a sound tactic
against a smaller enemy, in reality we are simply
serving them up a host of targets from which to choose,"
she explained, as her hand moved over the control panel
to show the sheer number of assets currently at
Chandrila. "The Rebellion can, at their leisure, strike
at our forces and pick them apart, and then retreat back
into their holes like rats where we cannot strike at
them," she explained, as she looked over the disposition
of the forces. "I would advise a strategic redeployment
of our forces to keep them out of the crosshairs of the
Rebel cell. However, His Majesty wishes us to continue
our punitive strikes against Chandrila..." she said,
before lowering her head to continue her next words. "I
believe we are dealing with an unsound stratagem. I
believe we should withdraw from Chandrila and give the
Rebellion nothing to attack. Our current policy on
Chandrila is *not* working ... we are losing," she
concluded, bluntly, as she turned to look at Major
Rodney. "Your child has fallen asleep," she reported, as
if it were the weather report.
She sighed. Chandrila was a mess. Meham'ohoroiv'cloca
had come up with a sound plan: withdraw. Sierra wrote a
brief explanation of her options that she would report
to Claudius when their meeting had concluded. "You make
a good point, Lieutenant. We're losing numbers and
resources far too quickly on Chandrila. We can't afford
to lose anymore. Is there any other confirmed Rebel
activity throughout the sector? I will bring this
information to the Governor." Sierra told the Chiss
woman. At the woman's words, she looked down into the
baby sling. Bruce had cuddled up comfortably and was now
snoozing. Sierra's jaw dropped. All her efforts and it
was *this* that put the boy to sleep!? She looked at
Meham'ohoroiv'cloca, knowing full well that the Chiss'
voice had put the boy to sleep. "Oh thank goodness! He
woke early this morning and wouldn't go back to sleep."
"Since arriving in the Oversector there has been
confirmed Rebel activity on every world within the
system, save Corulag," Meham'ohorovic'loca reported,
with a nod of her head. "Our Intel forces believe we are
facing multiple Rebel cells spread across several
systems, however..." she said, as she was reminded that
Major Rodney, herself, hailed from the ranks of the ISB.
"By examining the dates and locations of the attack I do
not agree. I believe it is more likely that we are
facing a single cell that has been hopping from system
to system to confound our efforts," she reported,
correctly, but she was in the minority. "I believe that
Intel has either fallen for a Rebel deception to give
the appearance of greater strength, or they have willing
inflated the size of the force we are up again to
request additional funding and resources," she informed
the Major, despite the fact she was condemning her
colleagues. "Oh. That is fortunate then," she said,
concerning her son's falling asleep, as she possessed no
maternal instinct of her own.
She liked to believe that she wasn't like other ISB
officers. She rarely used deception as a weapon and had
never changed information to support her own personal
agenda. Sierra wasn't an idiot. She knew what went on
within the ranks of ISB officers. She had allowed
herself to play that game for far too long. "I'm sure
you're not far from the truth, Lieutenant, as difficult
as that makes your job. Perhaps we need to send new
officers to collect Intel...ones that aren't so
corrupt." Most people were corrupt within the Empire.
"There's nowhere else we can focus our efforts? We're
just stuck in this Chandrila hell, aren't we?" You
couldn't exactly disobey the Emperor ... not unless
Claudius *wanted* to be force choked to death. Sierra
made some additional notes on her datapad. Her movements
were more careful now that she realized that Bruce was
asleep. She wondered what Claudius would have to say
about this terrible affair they were all involved in.
"I made my recommendations to Colonel Zevrin, but she
informed me as I was not a human there was no merit to
my analysis," Meham'ohorovi'cloca replied, for the first
time displaying a bit of emotion in her voice ... she
had been wounded. "With respect, Major, I do not believe
there is any analysis I can provide or any persuasion
you can apply that will convince the Governor to
withdraw from the plan put forward by the Emperor," she
said, coldly, as she moved away from the holotank. She
had considered this and realized short of the Rebels
making an error they likely would not turn the tide on
Chandrila. "If you consider, for a moment, the position
of our opponent you will see that their purpose in the
region is to disrupt our forces ... not for military
purposes ... but to inspire the populations of these
world to give support to their cause ... be it manpower,
materials, credits ... and we are allowing them to do so
by presenting them with ample targets to attack," she
reported, as she looked sympathetically towards her.
"Simply by playing the game we lose," she concluded,
with a firm nod of her head. "I understand this is not
the answer you wish to hear, but I am not skilled in the
art of deception," she said, and only then did she allow
a frown to curl upon her blue face.
Sierra hated Colonel Zevrin. She had no doubt that
the woman would creep back into her life again. For now,
there were so many wrongs to set right. "Lieutenant, the
days of your superior saying something like that are
over. The Governor trusts your opinion. It is worth its
weight in credits and then some." She moved towards
Meham'ohoroiv'cloca with her datapad in hand. The woman
was smart. She saw through what the Rebels were doing.
There would be no way to rid Chandrila of the Rebels,
because even if they were physically gone, they had
already spread their faith in change around the planet.
It would lead to localized revolutions and more
casualties. "No, no. It is a perk that you aren't
skilled in deception. There's more than enough of that
around here, Meham'ohoroiv'cloca. I will bring this
information to my husband. Like you, I doubt there will
be any way to persuade him to stop the attack on
Chandrila. His Majesty was very specific in what he
wanted of the Governor. I only wish there was a way to
turn the tides. I take it you aren't hiding any Star
Destroyers between your fingers?" Sierra attempted to
crack a rather bad joke with the Chiss officer.
Meham'ohoroiv'cloca had put Bruce to sleep. The least
she could do was not leave with the woman feeling down.
"Thank you, milady. Your words are much appreciated,"
Meham'ohorovi'cloca replied, as she offered her what
passed for a smile among her people. When Sierra made
her next comment, she narrowed her eyes, and raised her
hand in front of her face. "No. I assure you. I am not
hiding any resources," she said, somewhat confused, as
she turned her attention to the holotank to verify that
she had all of the Star Destroyers' locations currently
on display. "There is always the option of pulling
forces from other systems and redeploying them to
Chandrila, but then all we would accomplish is giving
the Rebellion a fresh selection of targets, or, and
perhaps more likely, they would strike at the locations
in other systems where we stripped resources from," she
explained, as she clung the holotank, hovering over it.
"Perhaps until we have an opportunity to properly
regroup we could halt our efforts to police the nebula
perimeter. While the Rebellion would be able to pass
freely through the system, we would not be exposing any
soft targets to them, and we would still have the ships
*at* Chandrila to comply with His Majesty's command,"
she said, as she continued to study the situation.
She felt bad for Meham'ohoroiv'cloca. It was a
reminded that she and Claudius were not the only people
that Zevrin had been unpleasant with. She didn't think
it sounded like a good idea to pull forces from other
systems. The very last thing Claudius needed was a
second Rebel attack occurring elsewhere. At that point,
they might as well fly the Kwai into the volcanic
surface of Mustafar. "Oh, no, it... It was supposed to
be a joke..." Sierra tried to clarify to the Chiss. She
made a mental note to never take Meham'ohoroiv'cloca to
a comedy club. She offered yet another solution to the
current problem, and what might have been the best one.
Looking defeated, Sierra nodded her head. She was going
to have to return to the Governor and force-feed him bad
news. She felt that they were *both* going to need
pudding by the end of the day. "I appreciate you looking
at this from every angle. I know this situation isn't
easy." Sierra reached over, slowly patting
Meham'ohoroiv'cloca on the back. She would deliver all
the options to her husband and let him decide. Pulling
out of Chandrila simply wasn't an option.
"Oh yes. A joke. Very humorous, milady,"
Meham'ohorovi'cloca said, as she tried to process it.
"It is my duty to provide the most accurate tactical
analysis possible," she reported, before she found
herself literally pat on the back. "If there is anything
else I can do, please do not hesitate to ask. My purpose
is to serve," he said, before bowing her head in
obedience. With that, she returned to her duties aboard
the bridge of the Retributor, reflecting on her
conversation with Major Rodney, and the pleasantries
that had been exchanged between them. While matters of
personnel were something outside her responsibilities
and therefore not a matter for her to comment on,
privately she was glad she was dealing with Major Rodney
rather than Colonel Zevrin.
Sierra blushed. Having to explain the joke to
Meham'ohoroiv'cloca made her feel *very* silly. Sierra
was glad that there was one other person on the
Retributor who was doing their job properly; no lies, no
deception. It was nothing but the cold, raw truth with
the tactical officer. Sierra felt that they had a good
conversation amongst themselves. More importantly, she
felt the need to watch over Meham'ohoroiv'cloca to
ensure she was never abused again. Before leaving,
Sierra offered the woman a smile. "Thank you. If you
think of anything else, please feel free to reach out to
me." She nodded her head and made her escape. She didn't
shy away from bringing Claudius the bad news. She
retreated right back to her office, briefly checking a
new datapad which had magically appeared on her desk.
Ugh. More reports to review *later*. She checked her
husband's schedule once to ensure that no one would be
in his office before she proceeded on forward. Upon
entering, the first thing she did was scoop Bruce out
from the baby sling and place him in his bassinet. They
had opted to let him sleep in Claudius' office, as
Sierra typically saw more traffic. With her boy tucked
and her datapad in hand, she approached her husband's
desk and sat. "Hi you. How are things going on your
end?" The affair with Vader had made her all the more
watchful over him. She *never* wanted anything like that
to happen again.
As difficult as the ordeal had been with Vader on
Mustafar, Grand Moff Claudius Rodney was not quite ready
for more tactical briefings on how bad things were going
on Chandrila. No matter how bad the war effort was going
the arrival of Sierra always warmed his heart and put a
smile on his face. As she sat across from him he smiled
at her, before reaching out and placing his hand upon
hers. "Well no one is using some form of mystical energy
to strangle me ... so there's that," he said, as he
attempted to make light of the situation. "How did you
find things on the bridge?" he asked her, wanting the
news straight away, rather than dancing around it.
She offered him a smile. Good news. Bad news.
Regardless of which, she liked being his adjutant. It
gave her the opportunity to work beside him in
everything they did. Her hand held his softly. She
couldn't imagine herself being in any other position
these days. Claudius managed to get a laugh out of his
wife. "I need to add that one to my quotes for your
autobiography." She winked at him. "Oooh, a mess. While
we were away we lost *another* Victory-class Star
Destroyer as well as two Dreadnaught-class heavy
cruisers." Sierra frowned. She set her datapad upon his
desk, first pulling up the damage report and sliding it
in his direction. "Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca has
suggested several different options for your next move
since we can no longer bombard Chandrila and defend the
nebula perimeter. She assumed pulling out isn't an
option..?" Her eyes flickered up to his face. She
scooted closer to his desk, flicking her finger across
the datapad's screen to show him the variety of options
Meham'ohorovi'cloca had provided.
"I hope the book is successful. With all these
children we'll have years of Auntie Maeland trips to
budget for," Claudius said, with a smirk, before the
conversation grew more serious. "More losses? Ugh," he
groaned, as he leaned back in the chair and rolled his
eyes. Nothing was going well on Chandrila. "No ... no we
can't pull out ... or else I will have survived Vader to
be executed by the Emperor," he said, before rising from
the desk and moving towards the bassinet in the other
side of the office. "What do *you* think? You're not a
novice anymore," he asked her, while he leaned over the
bassinet and watched their son sleep. "I wish I could
sleep so peacefully," he said to her, as he waited for
her help in making a decision.
She laughed. She had just seen an ad for Auntie
Maeland this morning. The Chocolate Rapids ride looked
fun. She could imagine Ewwiekewwieikkie and
Melickielickie slurping up the chocolatey stream. "Ugh.
No. No more visits with him." Sierra remained seated.
She turned to watch Claudius as he stood over Bruce's
bassinet. The little boy was *out*. It surprised her
that he asked for her advice. Sierra always tried to
learn about each situation that came up as much as
possible, then provide him with all the information to
make a good decision. Claudius had been doing this far
longer than she had, as she was only a Major and he was
a Grand Moff. She thought on her meeting and what she
should advise him to do. "You could. Go ask Lieutenant
Meham'ohorovi'cloca to put you to sleep. She made Bruce
fall asleep. I need to ask her to read a bedtime story
so I can record it and use it with the girls..." Sierra
looked at her datapad.
"Well, Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca had suggested
moving nebula perimeter security to provide some sort of
resistance over Chandrila. She also pointed out that we
are fighting a losing war there. There's no reason to
pour so many resources into Chandrila when we're losing
them. I believe that if there are Rebels on Chandrila,
then there are likely Rebels on more planets in this
sector. We should find them and attack them. The Rebels
ran to Chandrila quickly. If they see their forces
suffering elsewhere, they will stretch themselves thin
trying to save everyone. Remember? They fight with their
hearts. You should take *some* of the forces off of
Chandrila, but leave enough to make an impression. When
the Rebels are stretched thin, they'll be most
vulnerable to failure."
"I hate to tell you this, but there were times during
briefings where I did find myself dozing off," Claudius
informed Sierra, before moving away from the bassinet so
that they conversation would not wake up their son. He
returned to her, taking a seat next to her rather than
opposite her. "I was never a strategist or a tactician.
The whispers that I am a politician are true," he
confided in her, in a moment of vulnerability and self
doubt. "Whatever you two think best I'm sure will be
alright," he said, as he reached across to her, and
placed his hand upon her thigh. "...but we cannot ignore
the Emperor's command. If she advises us to strip our
forces at the nebula, and remove some of the ground
forces from Chandrila ... then see to it," he said, as
he lowered his head, feeling quite exhausted from all
"Your secret is safe with me, Claudius. Our son was
out within minutes. That has to be some kind of record."
She placed a hand on top of his. She gave it a gentle
squeeze. "No, you may not be a strategist or a
tactician, but you have a team of good people to help
you succeed. You *are* a Grand Moff and you're good at
it. We've been struggling through a steep uphill battle
with the Rebels as of late. I know how easy it can be to
doubt yourself right now but..." Her free hand brushed
his face. "I assure you, you're still doing great. I
will speak with the Lieutenant again. I know that we
have to keep a presence on Chandrila, but I wonder if we
can't explore other options." She scooted closer towards
the edge of her chair. Her knees bumped against his
gently. She tried to offer him her strength in every
way. The days weren't about to get any easier until the
Rebels were out of Chandrila. Slowly, Sierra stood in
front of him. Her hands met with his forehead where she
massaged his temples. "It was an early day today. Let's
go home. I'll make your favorite meal, massage you until
you beg me to stop...oh, and briefly let you escape from
the stress." She leaned forward to kiss his forehead.
"When we arrive in the morning, I will meet with
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca and we will come up with
the next step."
"You flatter me, my beloved, but the brave soldiers
and sailors who perished in the Battle of Chandrila
would not think me such," Claudius told her, feeling
genuinely guilty about the lives that had been lost.
"Yes. By all means. Speak with Lieutenant
Meham'ohorovi'cloca and work out the details," he said,
before unleashing an exasperated sigh. At this point he
would rather be the governor of some backwater world in
the outer rim, but his pride would not allow him to
fail. "All those things? Really?" he asked her, before
rising to his feet and extending his arm to help her up.
"Then by all means let's get a move on," he said, as he
winked at her. "Stress is one enemy I am happy to flee
in the face of," he told her, as he moved towards the
bassinet, feeling bad that they would have to disturb
She frowned. Claudius' humanity was something about
him that she loved. It also made him feel the loses. She
took his arm and slowly rose back to her feet. She gave
him a playful smile. "All those things." She confirmed.
She stopped over Bruce's bassinet and carefully lifted
the boy. He let out a little groan but did not wake up.
Sierra cuddled the boy against her shoulder. "You can go
back to sleep when we get home, my love." She promised
her waking son with a kiss on his cheek. Together, all
three departed from the Retributor for an evening at
The smell of cooking food lingered in the Rodney
estate. Sierra was finishing up cooking dinner. She was
glad to be home ... and even happier to not be wearing
her boots anymore. Since the amount of children in the
house had expanded, Sierra had learned better than to
keep her crisp, cream tunic on. She got in the habit of
changing her top within a few minutes of walking in the
door! Bruce was seated in his bouncer with a blanket on
him on the floor beside Claudius. He was fighting
drifting off to sleep. His eyes closed for a moment,
then opened right back up. It wouldn't be long before he
went out again. She lifted her head from her work and
looked towards the two loves of her life. They needed to
bring the family back together. Sierra worried with the
Rebels too close for comfort. She wanted Drusilla,
Ewwiekewwieikkie, Melickielickie, and Bruce to all be
safe. She could watch Bruce by keeping him close, but
she could bet that Drusilla wouldn't be overly receptive
to being carried around in a baby sling. Not to mention,
the added weight would break Sierra.
She moved towards the table holding two plates of
food. The first she placed before her husband. The
other, she left in her place. "Goodness, he's so cute."
Sierra smiled down at their son.
Claudius sat next to their son while Sierra was left
to prepare dinner. He leaned over his chair watching as
Bruce struggled to stay awake, which reminded him of
himself during long shuttle flights and tedious
briefings. When Sierra returned he smiled up at her. "Do
you hear that?" he asked her, as he paused for a moment,
but there was no sound. "Silence. I enjoyed it at first,
but now I tell you I miss the chaos," he said to her, as
he reached out to take his plate for food. "You must
recover Ewwiekewwieikkie and Melickielickie," he told
her, though he could not believe he was saying the
words. He breathed up the aroma coming from the food
before smiling towards her. "It smells wonderful. Thank
you," he told her, before he dug in to his home cooked
The lack of noise seemed unnatural in their
household. Sierra had gotten used to the noise created
by all of their wonderful children. There wasn't even
the sound of pulsating jizz music. She sat down while
feeling like they were missing something...multiple
somethings. "I miss it too. Ewwiekewwieikkie's greetings
are the best." The Squib certainly made her feel loved
when she walked through the door. Then there was
Melickielickie, who was quickly warming up to their
family. "I agree. I will go get them immediately." Her
stomach growled so loud that even Bruce's eyes opened.
"...Immediately after dinner, that is..." She blushed
shyly. "Any time, my love." She started eating. She
giggled as a thought crossed her mind. "Can't you
imagine how insane our house will be in a few years? I
hope Ewwiekewwieikkie likes giving piggy back rides."
Bruce hadn't known what quite to think of his *two*
adoptive sisters. He was content to just stare at the
blue blob that was Ewwiekewwieikkie. "I'm going to take
Meham'ohorovi'cloca to go get Dru back. I'm going to
require a good tactical officer to get us through
that..." She was just settling into her dinner when her
comm went off. It wasn't her work comm, it was her
personal one. "And there's the end of the silence." She
said, rising to go find her comm.
"We'll have to expand. Maybe a private tea house,"
Claudius suggested, as the model builder within him
crept forward and imagined expanding the property. "Oh
no ... Drusilla," he said, as his fork fell upon his
plate. "What with Lord Vader's summons I had completely
forgotten..." he said, feeling like quite the
ineffective father, lowering his head in embarrassment.
"Onderon is a complicated world. The most fearsome of
the Rebel cells started there," he informed her, before
attempting to finish his meal. "No. Sit and eat!" he
pleased with her, as she rushed off towards her comm.
There seemed to be no rest for him and his wife as they
dealt with two sectors under Rebel attack and a family
growing in number by the hour.
"A private tea house would be nice, I'll admit."
Sierra only paid attention to her comm until she saw it
was her sister, Zara, who was calling her. Whatever she
had to say could wait until after dinner. "Ah, it's just
the *commoner*. She can wait." She sat back down,
placing her hand on top of his. "Oh my Claudius, don't
beat yourself up over Dru. The summonings were immensely
stressful and we had no choice but to come home and
immediately get back to work. She and the Prince haven't
wed yet. I've seen no signs of it on the HoloNet. Our
daughter is *not* the type to marry so quietly that it
isn't even on the HoloNet." She reassured him. "I
understand. I'll bring Troopers with me and stay extra
vigilant. We will return all of our children to this
house ... Whether they like it or not." She could hear
her comm begin buzzing again. It grated on her nerves
while she tried to enjoy her meal. Finally, Sierra gave
in and picked up. "Zara," Sierra let out a sigh. She
didn't cover up her irritation while her sister-in-law
went into a full rant about a ball on Delaya the
following week. She was speaking so quickly that it was
difficult to keep up with her.
Her quick talking made it so the conversation did not
last long. Sierra set the comm down when it was over.
"There is to be a ball in Delaya. Zara has been given
permission from Arundel for you to be able to attend."
She reported, sounding more like an adjutant there for a
moment. "Will you be my date?" She winked playfully.
Claudius was relieved when Sierra informed him that
there was nothing on the HoloNet concerning his
daughter's marriage. "You're right. I'm certain she's
waiting until she negotiates a deal for full HoloNet
coverage," he said, with a smirk, as he once again tried
to make light of a difficult situation. "Should one of
the troopers accidentally discharge their weapon and hit
the boy I would not discipline them," he said, as he
smiled to his wife while discussing the 'accidental'
murder of his potential son-in-law. Claudius blinked
slowly when he heard the news, taking a few moments to
process it. "Delaya..." he said, longingly, as he looked
towards her. "I have not been to my home in so long. I
thought to have never been able to see it again..." he
confided to her, as his voice began to crack. "Yes. Yes
of course I will be your date!" he said, as a sense of
joy returned to his face for the first time since the
She laughed behind her hand. "See? You're getting
better and better at finding the silver lining." She
laughed even harder. They had talked about the many
things they'd do to hurt Pollix. This was tame
considering some of the other options. "Discipline them?
No... That Trooper would be getting a nice promotion."
She wondered if she should take a sloppy Trooper with
the hopes that they would 'accidentally' shoot Pollix
and end everyone's worries. She felt gratitude to her
sister-in-law for enabling Claudius to step foot on
Delaya again. His happiness bled into her instantly.
Sierra beamed from ear to ear. "When the party gets
lame, we'll escape and enjoy our favorite parts of
Delaya." Sierra's head was filled with happy thoughts.
It would be like a childish dream come true to dance
with him at the ball. She had been to so many balls in
her time, but they were all massively uncomfortable with
the way her mother paraded her around like a desirable
object. This time around, she'd get to spend it all with
her loving husband. She stood, glancing downward at
their sleeping son then towards her husband. "Okay, my
*date*. Go wait for me upstairs. I'll get Bruce in bed
and then I'll pay up on that massage I promised you."