Major Sierra Rodney stood in front of Drusilla's
closed door. She pounded on it, hard, as to be heard
over the pulsating jizz music. "Dru!" She called out.
"Something came from you in the mail from Max Rebo!"
Sierra wondered if she would need to get a blow horn in
order to be heard over the music, or if she would need
to call for Ensign Sheppard to climb up the side of the
house and knock on Dru's window. Sierra stepped back,
letting out a long sigh. She looked down to Bruce, who
was in his sling as he usually was. He looked like he
wasn't phased by the volume of the music. "Not you too.
You can't get into jizz yet. You're too little."
Drusilla was laying in bed surfing the HoloNet with
her jizz music turned up so loud that she would be deaf
by 30. She missed Prince Pollix, or rather, she missed
being treated like a Princess-to-be. When there was a
knock on the door she let out a pained groan that
teenage girls were known for, dramatically rolling her
eyes. She assumed she was about to get yelled at for
having the music too loud, but when the subject turned
to Max Rebo she leapt from the bed and ran towards the
door like Ewwiekewwieikkie running towards a dessert
platter. She opened the door quickly, and immediately
shifted her eyes up at her excitedly. "What is it? Where
is it? I want it now!" she demanded, in a high pitched
If Sierra ever needed to get Dru out of her room
again, apparently ‘Max Rebo' were the magical words. She
stored that away for future reference. It was impossible
for Sierra not to smile when she saw her stepdaughter.
She thought about seeing her and Bruce together the
previous night. It gave her hope...hope that everyone
could get along *somehow*. Sierra held out the small,
flat box containing Max Rebo's latest album, which did
not release for another month, as well as a special note
written to him from her. It wasn't a means of bribing.
In fact, Sierra had been surprised to see something
addressed to Dru from him. "Here." She said, stepping
forward as to avoid Drusilla slamming the door in her
face. Yes, Sierra was a teeanger once. She understood
how teenage girls were. "What is it?" Sierra tried to
play down her own excitement.
Drusilla snatched the package from Sierra and ran
back towards her bed, but she made a point of not
shutting the door behind her. She even stopped a moment
to turn off the music so that Sierra actually stood a
chance at hearing her. She opened the package and what
she was caused her to become so excited that she let out
a shrill scream. "Oh. My. Germanicus," she said,
invoking the name of the founder of the dynasty with
near deity like reverence. "Do you know how much money I
could make selling this?" she asked, Sierra, as if she
suddenly had credit signs in her eyes. "We could be rich
again," she said to her, as she reached the album and
wrapped her arms around it, hugging it for dear life.
"This is a-ma-zing," she informed Sierra, as if she did
She had no idea how the girl lived in that loud
music. Her ears adjusted to the unnatural quiet of
Drusilla's room while following behind her. She worried
for her daughter's hearing. At least technology in
hearing aids had improved over the ears. Sierra stopped
beside the bed, watching Drusilla unwrap the package at
top speeds. Her scream brought on a gentle laugh from
Sierra. She saw that it was the unreleased album. In all
honesty, Drusilla's reaction shouldn't have surprised
her ... but it did. She laughed again, shaking her head.
"If you want to sell it, that's your decision." Slowly,
she lowered herself to sit on her bed beside her. "That
isn't all the good news I bring. There's something
else..." Sierra teased her by not immediately revealing
the second surprise. She liked traumatizing her family
with happy things.
"More good news?! Well, isn't today my lucky day,"
she said, as she placed the album down upon her dresser
and focused her attention on Sierra. "Did the jeweler
finally finish polishing and cleaning the jewels that I
safeguarded within Ewwiekewwieikkie?" she asked, as most
of the family jewels had been badly tarnished by being
partially digested by her adopted Squib sister. "Oh, you
know..." she said, as her eyes wandered down to her
half-brother, Bruce. "The next time you guys are just
going to up and leave I am old enough to watch him," she
said, as she broke eye contact and looked towards the
floor. "I wouldn't charge you ... much," she said,
before quickly adding the last word.
She chuckled. "No. I heard that'll take longer than
they estimated due to severe damage." What a ride those
jewels had been on. Sierra was *still* finding gems
throughout the house with her feet. When Drusilla
mentioned her half-brother, Sierra reached into the
sling and pulled him out. She laid him down on the bed
between them where the boy could coo at his sister. "I
appreciate that, Dru. Maybe you can help out with his
next feeding? It's relaxing." She commented while
watching her squirming infant son. "I have a feeling we
have a little jizz fan on our hands. You'll have to
teach him about the good bands." She reached over to
gently tickle Bruce's tummy. He immediately let out a
loud giggle. "Prince Pollix is downstairs to take you on
a date." Sierra informed her stepdaughter. "He will wait
as long as it takes for you to get ready. Despite what
happened, I will allow you to go on two dates with him a
week. You must return home before curfew, and it he ever
does *anything* wrong to you, you are to tell me
"You know what the real tragedy is, Sierra?" Drusilla
begin, as if she were about to say something empathetic.
"If you had adopted Melickielickie before we fled Delaya
I could have saved twice as much of the treasure," she
said, before performing the hereditary pout, and
lowering her head in shame. She paused a moment as she
listened to Sierra suggest she help with the feeding.
"You do mean with Bruce, don't you? I don't think I
could go through an Ewwiekewwieikkie feeling," but
quickly began relieved when she continued talking about
the boy. She almost did not hear Sierra when she
informed her that Pollix was hear. "What?! He's here?!
Why didn't you tell me?! What am I going to wear?! My
hair is a mess!" she shouted, as she jumped from the bed
and ran into her closet. "Curfew!?" she shouted from the
closet in hysteria. "I won't even be ready by curfew,"
she said, before letting out a dramatic sigh. "What
could he do wrong?!" she asked, as she emerged back in
the room carrying six dresses.
A tragedy? Sierra thought the right word was a
‘blessing'. Melickielickie was so small. She couldn't
imagine the girl being able to hold the same kind of
volume that Ewwiekewwieikkie had. No, no. No
Ewwiekewwieikkie feedings. Bruce's feedings are easy.
It's just formula in a bottle." She explained It would
be more to get Drusilla involved in a few months when
Bruce began eating baby foods. Sierra remained seated on
the bed watching Dru freak out over her date with the
Prince. She could understand. If she had the same size
wardrobe as Dru, then Sierra would never know what to
wear. Sometimes she thought it was good that she lived
in her uniform for the most part. Sierra rose, leaving
Bruce on the bed. Since he could not roll over yet, she
knew he was safe. "Don't worry. You'll be fine." She
looked through the six elaborate dresses. She selected a
green dress, taking it from Drusilla's hand. "Why don't
you wear this one? You'll look very beautiful. Put on
your dress and I'll help you with your hair." Sierra
shied away from the last question. "Um. Well... If he
doesn't treat you right, or if he tries to *touch* you
anywhere *private*.. ." Motherhood. Sierra was *so* glad
that Ewwiekewwieikkie did not have a boyfriend. She
hoped to avoid getting out the puppets for
demonstrations for a few more years.
Drusilla gazed upon the green dress that Sierra had
selected, before moving her mouth from side to side in
contemplation. "Alright. Good choice. That way if he
doesn't like it I can tell him *you* picked it," she
said with a smile, as she scurried back into the closet
to get changed. "Oh he's much too shy to touch me. I'm
the one that has to..." she began, but then remembered
who she was talking to and silenced herself. Eventually
she came out of the changing room wearing the green
dress. "And to think it was *only* 8,000 credits," she
informed her step-mother, before moving to take a seat
at her vanity. "I'm ready for you to fix my hair," she
told her, she activated the lights, which shined much
brighter than usualy.
"Exactly," Sierra sighed. She returned to the bed
while Drusilla went to change. Sierra's mouth hit the
ground. What did she *say*!? Jelena had previously
warned her about her younger sister being an initiator.
Suddenly, she had second thoughts about letting the
Prince take Drusilla out. In fact, she that they should
refer back to Claudius' idea by hiring Kerrie and a
detail of all female guards. The windows would need
barring as well. "Drusilla!" She squeaked. "Be
ladylike!" Sierra really needed a manual on parenting a
teenage daughter. Her fingers massaged her temples as
she looked towards Bruce. "Hurry and get big so you can
help me and daddy beat up Pollix." She whispered to the
boy. When her stepdaughter emerged, Sierra clapped. "It
looks wonderful!" She said as she rose from the bed and
moved towards the vanity.
First, she picked up a bottle of hair spray and
applied some. Then, she selected Drusilla's brush and
began working it through her hair. "Do you want to keep
it down or put it up?" Hair was something she
understood. At least she had years of experience with
"I am the very definition of a 'Lady'," Drusilla
said, as she smiled into the mirror proudly. "Hey. I
heard that!" she said, as she turned her attention
towards Sierra. "Besides, Papa already gave him a
terrible beating. He's a bleeder, you know," she said,
as she shook her head at what a weakling he was. Still,
he was a Prince. "I think I shall have you put it up,"
she informed her stepmother, as she turned her attention
back towards her reflection in the mirror. "I deserve to
be a Princess, you know," she said, as if she were
talking about as something carefree as a cloud
"I saw that. The holovid is still everywhere." Sierra
snorted. She had to admit that she had watched it
several times just to see her husband beat up the
outsider. Behind her, Sierra began to softly manipulate
Drusilla's brown hair. "I know you do. Prince Pollix is
very interested in you..." Sierra wondered if Dru had
talked the boy into taking her back to his home planet
previously or if it was the other way around. "Perhaps
you will be a Princess. For now, you are only fifteen.
Enjoy yourself while you're still able to be free of
responsibilities. When the time comes, if Prince Pollix
has proven himself to our family, then I will talk your
father into allowing you to marry." She looked at
Drusilla's reflection in the mirror. They had known each
other for some time. Sierra could remember all the times
she teased her with guilt. She could also remember
feeling protective over her.
"You will?!" Drusilla exclaimed loudly, as he face
lit up. She suddenly looked happier and more excited
than even during the Max Rebo concert. It was not that
she was in love with Pollix, but she was in love with
the idea of being Princess. "Well, then. That would make
you just about the best stepmother in the galaxy," she
informed her, as she watched everything in the mirror
being done to her hair. "When I am Princess of Onderon I
will remember this kindness," she said, as she got way
ahead of herself. This was becoming the longest, most
pleasant conversation the two had had since Sierra
became her mother-in-law. "So at the ball..." she said,
as a smirk slowly crept on her face. "You're pregnant
... *again*? So soon?" she asked, as she tried not to
imagine her father that way. Unfortunately, she had
HoloNet access so Marcus and Zara had shown her where
babies come from.
Sierra blushed. It wasn't easy being a stepmother.
There were far too many HoloNet movies out there
depicting evil stepmothers. She hoped to space herself
from that persona, while still watching over Drusilla.
"Ooh, thank you, *Princess*." Sierra smiled down. She
was purposely taking a little longer to do Dru's hair
because the conversation was enjoyable. She felt like
there was a relationship that they could have still
there, she simply had to work for it. "All I ask of you
is that you include a father-daughter dance at your
wedding. It'll mean a lot to your papa, even if he wants
to beat Pollix bloody." She laughed. Sierra wasn't
For a second time, Sierra blushed, only this time it
was so much more red and noticeable. She knew that Dru
has seen the video of Marcus and Zara. It took a lot of
work on parental controls to ensure that
Ewwiekewwieikkie never saw it. "Oh. Um. About that.. It
wasn't a very tactful pregnancy reveal, was it? I'm
sorry you had to learn about it like that, but yes, I am
pregnant again. I hardly expected it to happen so soon."
Something in the water, or maybe Auntie Mae's ice cream?
As she finished Drusilla's hair, she came to stand
beside her. "With how much younger I am than your
father, it makes sense to have another baby so soon. I'm
not trying to be insensitive to you or Ewwiekewwieikkie.
I love you both *very* much." She smiled. "It's still a
lot of change to adjust to. I'm here for you if you ever
need someone to talk to ... or someone to therapy shop
with." Her smile grew. "Bruce loves you very much. You
make for a great big sister. Just please, please don't
shape his eyebrows while I'm away." Sierra was teasing.
Drusilla listened to every word Sierra said, as she
turned around to look at her, with a serious expression
on her face. She reached out with her hand, placing it
upon Sierra's forearm. "There is something," she said,
as her face grew decidedly more serious. "If I were to
marry Pollix..." she said, as she looked down and began
to chew on her lower lip. "And papa were to kill him..."
she continued, as she slowly looked up at, seeming
slightly afraid. "...do you think they would let me stay
a Princess?" she asked, almost terrified of the answer.
Her eyes widened slightly, as she waited for an answer,
hopeful that it was the one that she wanted to hear.
"Yes?" Sierra became serious. She had not spoken to
Drusilla about dragging her back to Esseles, or anything
else since they had returned. Worry started to grow in
the pit of her stomach until the question came out.
Internally, she was laughing. Externally, it took
everything not to burst out in laughter. To Drusilla,
that was a real problem. She sighed. "That would be a
complex situation, my dear." She said, patting her hand.
"Once you are a Princess, you will *always* be a
Princess. With all the children in our home, I can't
afford for your father to be jailed for killing Pollix."
It didn't matter how much Claudius wanted to ... or how
much Sierra would like to see it happen.
When Sierra told her the news, she clutched her heart
and exhaled deeply. "Oh that's wonderful," she said,
before rising gracefully from the seat in front of her
vanity. The Prince was waiting, and she knew enough to
keep him waiting, but not too long. She moved towards
the door when she stopped suddenly, turning to look at
Sierra. "Turn around, please," she instructed Sierra, as
she looked towards her stepmother. "...and ... and!
Cover your ears!" she instructed her, before folding her
arms in front of her chest and waiting for Sierra to
Her eyebrows arched. "O-Okay." Sierra did as Drusilla
instructed, slowly turning around so that she was facing
away from the bed and her smiley little infant. She
could hear his little coos until she covered her ears.
"They're covered." She reported to her stepdaughter.
Sierra was just as bad as the rest of the family. She
couldn't stand secrets. Her hands were loose at her ears
so maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to hear what was
When Sierra was turned and covering her ears she
moved towards the bed where her half-brother was
sleeping. She leaned down, placing a quick kiss upon the
top of his head. "And goodbye to you too. Wish me luck.
Wouldn't it be something if your sister was a Princess?"
she asked him, as she smiled down at the baby. When
done, she turned on her heels and left to check on
Prince Pollix, not having the courtesy to tell Sierra
that she could uncover her ears or turn around. There
was a renewed spring in her step knowing that her path
to becoming a Princess was clear once more.