Claudius Rodney was *alone*. He knew not where his
wife was, nor his children, and his staff were
sectors away. He sat in his office in the castle on
Delaya reviewing the recent Imperial incursion that
played havoc on the Alderaanian refugees. He was
powerless to do anything about it, but while he had
several ideas he decided he would not take action
until he consulted his wife. But where was his wife?
It should not have taken her that long to put a stop
to Drusilla's Esselian shopping spree. Was something
wrong? Was he just being a paranoid old man? Or
worse, a controlling husband? He activated his
HoloNet terminal and began cycling frequencies
looking for anything remotely interesting to occupy
his time. Only five minutes had gone by, but it felt
like an hour. He was a man who needed human
interaction to feel complete, and being locked away
by himself was a kind of torture that he would
rather not see prolonged. Even The Real Huttwives of
Nal Hutta could not bring a smile to his face with
The situation aboard the Demon Cat was becoming
worse and worse. Sierra's mind was grounding
forward, just like it always was. She was looking
for resolutions. There was no way for her to reach
Claudius. She could only imagine how immensely
stressed he grew the longer she was away. In all
seriousness, she had grown used to his
companionship. It was not having him by her side
that made her feel massively uncomfortable. She
wanted nothing more than to embrace him. Instead,
she was stuck trying to figure out a way to secure
Drusilla. When Luna came back to retrieve her to
make the ransom video, Sierra held her arms behind
her back. Her sleeves fell down over her wrists so
it was hard to tell if she was really still cuffed
Luna sat the Duchess in a seat. She amused herself
by yanking out a clump of Sierra's hair and
scratching her other cheek. "Ahhhh. You're all ready
for your big appearance!" She giggled. Luna had
decided that she hated the woman in front of her.
She was going to make this as humiliating as
possible, so it wasn't Claudius alone who would see
the broadcast. It was everyone on the HoloNet in
Delaya that would see their Duchess in peril. Even
Papius would have a chance to touch himself while he
watched the ISB agent suffer. "Okay. You'll tell him
we want eight million credits in the next
twenty-four hours. Make sure you smile."
The live feed cut through with Luna behind the
camera. There was Sierra, bloodied up but still
strong enough to sit up. She kept her head raised
and stared at the camera. "My love," she started,
leveling her voice. "Dru and I were captured.
Drusilla is unharmed. Despite what you see, I'm okay
too. *Both* of us are. The captors are asking for
eight million credits to be wired to their account
within twenty-four hours." She breathed in. "I love
you." With that, the blonde woman stood. She swung
her arms to the front of her body to reveal that she
was no longer bound. The camera, still on, would
show Sierra using her boot to kick a short haired
woman. The video continued to run while she darted
towards the back of the ship. She had made sure that
the cage door didn't close completely when Luna
grabbed her. Now, she swung the door open. Over the
feed, her husband would hear Sierra yelling. "Run
Drusilla! Get in the escape pod! Hurry!" If there
were any objections, Sierra wouldn't stop herself
from picking up the teenager. Chaos ensued.
Drusilla was not sure what was happening, but she
knew if she escaped it could potentially save
millions of *her* money from being wasted on the
ransom. She burst forward from the cage, not
bothering to look back to see how Sierra was doing
... after all she was not her *real* mother. She
quickly found herself in the transport's escape pod,
and immediately slammed her hand down on the launch
button. An instant later the pod shot from the Demon
Cat on a course back towards Esseles.
"That was very foolish, Milady," Petrus said, before
moving into the cage with her. He brought his hand
up, grabbing her by the back of her hair. He pulled
on it tightly, ripping some out, before slamming her
face into the bars. "Listen carefully, Grand Moff
... Duke ... whatever title you're using this week,"
he said, angrily, between deep breaths while
smashing Sierra's face repeatedly against the bars
of the cage as if he was grating cheese. "It's eight
million if you want your wife and unborn heir back,"
he said, before letting go of her and throwing her
back to the ground. He felt he had proven his point.
Every second it took Dru to reach the escape pod
lasted longer than an hour. Sierra watched her,
feeling greatly relieved, as Drusilla made a safe
escape. She breathed in relief. "Oh thank
goodness..." But the danger wasn't over yet. She
reached into her vest to pull forth two throwing
knives. Before she could defend herself, the big,
hulking man deemed 'Petrus' grabbed her. He made her
feel like she was weightless. The first time her
face collided with the bars, the pain was
manageable. The second time, Sierra let out a
whimper. As he reconstructed her face, she cried and
whimpered. It was worth it, she told herself. Dru
was so much more important than these injuries. She
couldn't hear what the brute was saying until she
became a bleeding heap on the ground.
Luna didn't like being bested by her prey. Zara had
done it. Now Sierra had done it. Feeling furious,
she followed Petrus with the camera in haul. She
filmed, close up, each time he hurt the Duchess.
"Harder baby, harder! Punish her!" She said,
laughing happily. When her husband had finished, she
zoomed the camera in on the Duchess' bloody face. "Awwww.
Petrus, you should be on Extreme Makeover Esseles
edition. Maybe we should change her clothes too.
Look." She said, pointing to the throwing knives
that Sierra had dropped. "Looks like our Duchess
isn't such a softie after all."
The reaction to Sierra's battered image terrified
him, but when the commotion began he became
absolutely frantic. He thought he had seen the last
of Zara's sister and her lover, but there they were
meddling in his family again. When Drusilla managed
to escape he rode a rollercoaster of emotions which
quickly descended again when he saw and heard Sierra
being beaten. "Stop! I'll pay, damn you! I'll pay!"
he shouted, as he slammed his fists down on his desk
frantically. "I can get the eight million," he told
them, his cheeks flushing red from a combination of
fear and anger. His heart was racing and his breath
was short. He needed to save his wife!
The woman on the ground was still moving. Sierra
decided not to get back up. Getting back up could
result in a second beat down. Luna was pleased with
the way the video had progressed. The Duke was
surely shitting his pants at the moment. Petrus had
shown that they weren't nice. They didn't shy away
from hurting a woman with child. The camera's video
and audio cut out with one last line from Luna: the
number to the account where she wanted the money
wired. Claudius Rodney would never have his wife
again if he didn't deliver. Luna could beat her to
death or sell her as a human slave.
In the secluded northern portion of Delaya, Zara and
Marcus had returned home. They were keeping their
distance from the city in fear that Papius would
capture them a second time. Zara was living out,
what she hoped, would be the last weeks before the
twins were born. She was sitting at the HoloNet
terminal using her tummy as a shelf for a bowl of
grapes when the feed from she-who-shall-not-be-named
cut through. Zara's eyes went wide. The second she
saw Sierra, her heart sank. Her sister was *back*. "Marcussssss!"
She cried out.
Together, they watched every gut-wrenching second of
Sierra's beat down. Zara's heart hurt for her
sister-in-law and her brother. Claudius must be
feeling the torment at this point. "We have to go."
Zara said, rapidly typing away at her computer. She
was using the video to pinpoint where her own
sister's ship was. "I can't believe Luna is messing
with our family again.." She looked like she was
going to cry over it. Sierra deserved what was
happening to her even less than she had.
"*We*?!" Marcus asked incredulously, as he looked at
his wife who now resembled a small moon. "*We* are
not going anywhere. You're eight months pregnant,"
he scolded her, was he placed his hand upon her
shoulder to prevent her from even getting up. "*I*
will go. I'll record everything so you don't feel
left out," he said, squeezing her shoulder, and
massaging it lightly. Without Zara present it would
also be easier to put them down for the count, as it
would be quite difficult to kill Zara's sister in
front of her. His heart ached for Claudius, and he
felt responsible, as he failed to eliminate them
when they kidnapped Zara. He was filled with rage,
as he was mentally deciding what weaponry to bring
with him this time ... and whether to ask for any
"*We!*" She wasn't *that* pregnant. . . Not. When
she attempted to rise from her seat, she found that
Marcus made for a great anchor. "Nooo! That's not
fair! I'm carrying *two* people. You can't weigh me
down too!" The idea of Marcus going alone did not
make her happy. She liked having his back. She liked
knowing he was safe. Zara also had this idea in her
head that her sister could be *saved*. Like some
unholy sinner, Zara could cleanse her sickly sister
and bring her back into the light. She knew how
angry Marcus was. Given the chance, he'd make sure
Luna never came back for a round three. As Zara
fought, a strong contraction settled into her
stomach. "Owwww. N-Not fair!" She stated again,
short of breath. Contractions were typical third
trimester goodness. Her stomach felt hard and
uncomfortable. "The twins are siding with you." She
"Fine. *Fine*. I want the recording.. Audio too!"
She sighed. The massage was helping her to relax
while her contraction died down. "And no going
alone! I don't care if you go get El-Nay. Luna and
Petrus might have won last time. They are
dangerous." She warned.
"I'll be careful," Marcus said, before lowering his
head to place a kiss upon his wife's lips. He
brought his hand up to the side of her face to
caress it lovingly. As the kiss broke the burden of
what was upon him began to weigh upon his soul, and
he moved toward the lower level of the chalet where
his arsenal was kept. Explosives were out of the
question because of Sierra's delicate condition, so
he would have to use something more precise. In his
past he never would have left loose ends like them
alive, but Zara had softened him ... and now this
was the result.
Zara kissed him. In a few month's time, she could
help him again. For now, it was torturous to be left
at home. When Marcus had left, Zara opened up
communications between them. She sent him the
coordinates to where her sister's ship was. "Do what
you have to do, Marcus." With those words, she gave
him permission to kill her sister and stop the
Eight million credits was *a lot* of money. In fact,
if Claudius had not inherited the Duchy it would
have been unlikely he could have raised such a sum.
The damage to the family treasury would be long
felt, all the more painful because his father had
earned this wealth by destroying the planet's
fragile environment. However, he loved his wife and
did not hesitate in wiring the money into the
account that Petrus and Luna had demanded him. With
a single press of the button his family's wealth had
been transferred to a couple of criminals. "It's
only money," he said to himself, with a sigh, as he
waited for them to contact him with the coordinates
where he could retrieve his wife. Wherever
Drusilla's greed came from, it did not start with
A shrill laugh came from Luna. Before her was the
digital information for her and Petrus' account.
Eight. Million. Credits. "He paid!" She said,
dancing. Would Claudius Rodney hear from them? No.
Luna was going to take her sweet time. The Grand
Moff's wife had been nothing but a pain. A pain that
was worth *eight million credits*! She felt proud of
her and Petrus. Again, they had succeeded in pulling
off something totally insane. She plopped in his lap
and began to make out with him feverishly. "We're
rich..! We're rich..!" She sang.
In her cage, Sierra sat. Claudius had paid. Knowing
him, there were no second thoughts. She had not
given up just yet. She could transfer the money back
if she got out of her cage. She could soothe their
financial woes and race home with Luna and Petrus in
a cage. But *how*? She had no weapons. Luna had
ripped up her dress while searching for additional
weapons. "Claudius.. I'm going to fix this.." She
wanted to be with him *so* bad. Inching towards the
door to her cage, she began to pick at the lock. She
closed her eyes briefly. She could see her love
clearly. Soon, she promised.
"Do try and save some of it this time, my dear,"
Petrus said to her, before joining her in the
celebration. He put each of his hands on her hips,
before lifting her in the air and spinning her
around in dramatic fashion. "I love you," he
declared, grinning from ear to ear, quite pleased
with how flawlessly they had orchestrated this
kidnapping. Even the child escaping did not bother
him, as he knew the real money lay with Sierra.
Drusilla was only a distraction to lure Sierra into
their trap anyway. "Now, do we give her back, or
force her out the airlock?" he asked Luna, being
quite serious. "Unfortunately, we no longer have an
escape pod to jettison you in, Milady," he said to
her, condescendingly, before his eyes moved back to
his wife for reaction.
"Weeeeee!" Luna smiled brightly. There was nothing
quite as nice as having eight million credits and an
incredible husband. "I love you." She leaned in,
biting his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed.
She worried not for the caged Duchess. She wasn't
going anywhere any time soon. Petrus, ever the
imaginative man, had another wonderful idea. "When
you talk like that, it turns me on so much." She
touched his cheek softly. "Let's force her out the
airlock! We can film it and send it to the old
bastard. Maybe we can kill the Duke too." Luna was
making the most out of her freedom. She didn't think
that Kerrie would ever catch up to them. Her and
Petrus were much more skilled that the other garbage
Kerrie used. Now that her trump cards were gone,
that woman was *fucked*. "Will you do the honors, my
"Oh you are vicious," Petrus said, before leaning
forward and placing a kiss upon Luna's lips so
fiercely that it drew blood. His hand moved to the
door of the cage and he reached in, snatching the
battered Duchess in his menacing grasp. "I'm glad
you're on my side, my love," he said to Luna with a
wink, before dragging Sierra towards the airlock as
if she were cargo. "Any last words?" he said to her,
grinning evilly, before bringing his hand up to open
the inner seal of the airlock. He expected to find
an empty depressurization chamber to store Sierra in
before opening the outer airlock to the cold, void
of space, but unfortunately for him the room was
The elder Ta'em imagined what was going to partake
once Petrus took out the garbage. She sucked on her
bloody lip, watching him with the eyes of a lustful
woman. She collected up her camera and began
filming. "I'm glad too. I've been on your bad
side...not a good place to be." Though, breaking
into Petrus' apartment had been the best decision of
her life. They had the perfect partnership together.
Sierra had overheard their conversation. There
wasn't much fight left in her, especially as the
behemoth man grabbed her. She didn't want to die.
She had promised Claudius time and time again that
she wasn't going anywhere. How could she break that
promise? How could she leave him, entirely alone,
after they had come to love each other so much?
There was still a bright future for them to
live...Sierra wouldn't let anyone take that away. As
they neared the inner seal of the airlock, the
Duchess flung herself towards Petrus. She clung to
him, opening her mouth wide and sinking her teeth
into his shoulder. She could taste blood; sickening
and stomach wrenching. The door was open. Sierra was
trying to kill Petrus. She had no idea that there
were people who had come to save them.
As the door to the airlock opened, the pseudo
Mandalorian El-Nay Darr was revealed in her distinct
orange painted Nite Owl armor. Her left fist was
raised, as if she were about to pound on the airlock
before Petrus opened it. "Uh. Knock knock?" she
said, having been caught off guard. She quickly
brought her first forward to pound the man in the
nose. "Plan B?" she said, looking to her companion,
before bringing her wrist gauntlet, and firing off a
grapple cable at Petrus that she hoped would quickly
ensnare him. This was not what the two had planned,
and no one ever accused her of thinking fast on her
feet, but she was doing the best she could given the
suddenness of the situation.
"And where did *you* learn manners?" Commander
Kerrie Kiley asked from beneath the dark helmet of
her Storm Commando armor. She did not expect Petrus
to open the airlock at precisely the same moment
they were breaching the Demon Cat, but she would not
let the occurrence go without acting quickly. "Be
careful. It was the girl that fried you last time,"
she said, referring to Luna's past encounter with
El-Nay. As she observed the condition of Sierra from
beneath her helmet, she surged forward, bringing her
gloved fist to connect with Petrus' jaw in an
uppercut. Although she was a little short for a
Stormtrooper, she packed a considerable punch. With
Petrus seemingly under control, she attempted to
look past Petrus and Sierra for the elusive Luna.
"Here kitty kitty," she called out from beneath her
helmet, before raising her E-11 blaster rifle. The
fact that the duo had escaped from beneath her grasp
at the Empire's secret facility on Esseles
infuriated her ... more so given what they
ultimately ended up doing to Drusilla and Sierra.
The probability of anyone being on the other side of
the airlock was astronomical. Sierra was readying
herself to put up one hell of a fight for her life.
It was to everyone's great surprise that Petrus and
Sierra were met with familiar orange armor. The
Duchess recalled El-Nay from the time she had aided
them in rescuing Jelena. She had never been so happy
to see the color orange. It was *glorious*.
"El-Nay." She coughed blood on the ground. It only
made logical sense that the person behind the Storm
Commando armor was Kerrie Kiley. In the chaos, the
large man forgot all about throwing Sierra away. His
focus was forced to the intruders...the saviors.
Sierra hit the ground and began to crawl away from
the fight. She felt so exhausted. Instead of
allowing herself to give up and shut down, she
forced herself back to her feet and made her way
towards the cockpit.
On the opposite side, the sight of El-Nay made Luna
laugh and laugh. Even after El-Nay had defeated her,
she still considering the woman to be a *joke*. It
was the fact that Agent Orange had not come alone
which caused problems. Kerrie had arrived to leash
her. She wouldn't be taken back to hell! She would
keep her freedom! With a hiss, Luna leapt from her
seat and dashed towards the ground. She hid behind a
different chair while deciding which explosive to
use on the midget. She first settled on a smoke
bomb, throwing it out right in front of her. "I'm
not going back!" Luna screamed, smoke rapidly
filling the small ship. She withdrew both of her
vibrorapiers from their sheathes at her back and
launched herself at the Clawdite. "If you had let us
leave, we wouldn't have kidnapped her!" She collided
El-Nay was busy attempting to contain Petrus when
the smoke grenade went off, forcing her to raise her
left hand to the side of her helmet and lower the
targeting scanner over her visor. "She remembered my
name! I'm famous!" she said, proudly, in response to
Sierra's saying her name. Unfortunately, in her
moment of joy she lost track of what she was doing
and released her hold on the cable wrapped around
Petrus. "Argh!" she complained, before moving off
into the smoke, flailing about wildly to grab the
end of the grapple. The unified defense offered by
Kerrie and El-Nay had crumbled almost immediately
due to her blundering.
"Concentrate!" Kerrie yelled at the young, dimwitted
Mandalorian, before raising her arms to deal with
the onrushing Luna. The visor of her helmet was
equipped with an MFTAS system that allowed her to
monitor the weapons through the smoke, and as the
vibrorapiers descended upon her, she raised her
plastoid armored forearms to parry her thrusts.
Gritting her teeth beneath her helmet, she began to
backpedal, as she was out of her element without a
melee weapon. With her arms defending herself she
eventually began pushing forward, offering up a
series of martial arts kicks in the style of the
ancient order of the Mabari whom she trained with on
her native Zolan.
In the smoke a severely battered and bound Petrus
scurried like a rat aboard his own ship. He had been
completely overconfident in the wake of celebrating
the payment of Sierra's ransom, so much so that he
did not notice Kerrie and El-Nay in the airlock.
While he got away from El-Nay, he nevertheless had
taken two heavy blows to the head that left him
concussed and bloodied. He swung his legs around, as
his arms were completely bound, and executed a
brutal sweep that sent the Mandalorian tumbling to
the ground in the smoke filled cabin of the Demon Cat.
He offered a bloodstained grin at the satisfaction
of seeing El-Nay dropped, but he worried about
Luna's ability to deal with the Storm Commando.
Sierra was blinded by the smoke bomb. She fumbled
around until she felt something familiar...it was
her E-11 blaster. She snatched it from the ground.
All she could hear was noises behind her. There was
no way to tell if it was Kerrie and El-Nay who were
conquering her captors or the other way around. It
took too much effort to reach the cockpit where she
sat, blaster ready in her hands. The smoke was
beginning to surge toward the top of the ship. As
soon as Sierra could see again, she began to quickly
type at the ship's computer. You didn't fuck with
the Rodney family once...you certainly didn't do it
twice. Sierra wanted the couple aching on every
level. It seemed like the way it would hurt the most
was through their wallets.
The opportunity they had all been waiting for was
here: beating up Agent Orange. Luna hoped that her
husband recalled all the times she whined at them
while he, theoretically, beat her face in. There was
strength behind her vibrorapiers. Even though Kerrie
successfully blocked, Luna thought she had the
little Clawdite. For the first time in her life,
size was on *her* side. She pressed down harder on
Kerrie, stepping forward while she backpedaled.
"I've got you this time!" Luna growled. She spoke
much too soon for the Clawdite had begun kicking
her. She felt it each time Kerrie's boot collided
with her body. It was painful enough that the cat
decided to withdraw, bouncing back several feet.
Through the smoke, she spotted El-Nay on the ground.
"Good job, baby! Come help me out with this one!"
She called even though she felt she had this one in
the bag. At Kerrie's feet, she'd feel the presence
of a cat purring and nuzzling itself against her
leg. An instant later, it exploded.
Sierra's work was finished. She rose rapidly from
her seat with the blaster. Spotting Petrus, she shot
at him. (D)
As Kerrie felt the small cat droid against her feet
her eyes went wide beneath her helmet. "Oh f-," but
before she could finish her thought the droid
suddenly exploded. The shrapnel tore into her black
plastoid Stormcommando armor, and sent her flying
backwards into the bulkhead of the Demon Cat. By the
time her body hit the floor she was already
unconscious and had reverted to her native Clawdite
appearance. She had not seen that coming, as she had
underestimated Luna ... it was a mistake she would
not repeat again if she made it out of this alive.
"Kerrie!" El-Nay cried out as she felt the
explosion, briefly revealing the affection she felt
for the woman who mentored her when she first left
home. She was down, but she was not out. Face first
on the ground, she placed her hands in front of her
and began to push up. In a desperate, reckless, move
she held out her left wrist gauntlet and released a
column flame in front of her as she began to move
back towards where she hoped the airlock was.
Everything they had planned had gone so terribly
wrong, and now she just wanted to make it out of
Petrus managed to get his back to the bulkhead,
where he began sliding up and down in a desperate
attempt to shred the cable that was wrapped around
his waist. "Good job!" he said to Luna, but then he
glimpsed Sierra up and about, blasting away at the
controls of their ship. "Get her!" he barked,
between grit teeth, before finally freeing himself
from the cable. The ship was now a mess with smoke,
explosive debris, and the flame from El-Nay's
gauntlet. He suddenly surged forward, trying to
tackle Sierra down to the ground before she could do
any further damage.
Just when all hope was lost the bounty hunter known
as the Nerf Herder emerged from the airlock, placing
a reassuring hand on El-Nay's shoulder to keep her
from setting the entire ship on fire. "I think
that's quite sufficient," he said to the young
Mandalorian, before rudely pushing her aside so that
he could step forward. The visor of his helmet
filtered out the smoke and allowed him to clearly
see Sierra, Luna, and Petrus. With his Model 434
blaster pistol firmly in hand, he quickly snapped
off a blast at the lunging Petrus. Without missing a
beat, he angled the barrel of the blaster towards
Luna and fired off a couple of blasts in her
direction as well. This time he was taking no
chances, and regardless of their relationship to his
wife he would show no mercy. (d)
Sierra's rescue was becoming less and less
successful by the second. In shock, Sierra watched
Kerrie go down. For Zara's sister to have outsmarted
the Clawdite, she had to be good. . . or just crazy.
El-Nay still lived but even she was at a
disadvantage. It wasn't like Sierra was a warrior,
or currently in tip top condition. "Shittt..." She
wanted to get home. Her goal was simply to survive
and reach Claudius. As long as she could make it to
him, alive, everything would be okay. She saw El-Nay
preparing to light up the place. "El-Nay!!" She
yelled, trying to remind the Mandalorian that she
existed. She didn't want to die here!
And then there was Petrus.
Goodness gracious, that man was huge. She swore his
bicep was as thick as her waist. She turned towards
him with the blaster. She squeezed the trigger only
to instantly realize that the E-11 had overheated.
Where did she go? The ship wasn't exactly spacious.
She dropped the blaster, readying to run away from
him when Petrus was stopped in his tracks. Another
person had entered the fight, though, through blood
and smoke, Sierra couldn't clearly see them.
Luna was intrigued by El-Nay. The woman stood,
injured by some of the shrapnel from her close
quarters explosion. She stalked after Agent Orange,
keeping distance from her fire. She trusted Petrus
to take care of the weak Duchess. To her surprise,
yet another person came aboard her ship. The armor
was familiar. As she danced away from his blasts,
she began to laugh. "*Marcus Rodney*!" She yelled
loudly. "I'm shocked your cow let you leave the
house. What did you have to do? Slip a tub of ice
cream in her arms?" She lunged after him with her
vibrorapiers. Meanwhile, Sierra had overheard Luna.
"Marcus..?" Her *brother-in-law*? Relief washed over
her, admittedly, there was a lot of confusion.
Marcus could get her out of this. He had to help
El-Nay was surprised to feel a presence behind her,
almost wondering if it was another attacker lost in
the chaos of the smoke and the explosion. Only when
she heard the voice did she realize it was Marcus,
and she felt an overwhelming sense of relief. She
terminated the flamethrower, but before she could
utter a word she was rudely being thrown out of the
way. "Glad to see you too," she scoffed, as she
impacted the bulkhead behind her. Not wanting to use
further explosives and risk blasting them all into
space, she raised her DT-57 heavy blaster pistol and
tried to lock onto Luna, but the smoke interfered
with her targeting scanner.
Petrus did not expect the arrival of the Nerf
Herder, and therefore was not prepared for the
oncoming blaster bolts. The first impact slammed
into his chest, causing a severe burn and a
tremendous amount of pain to the Demon. It was not
supposed to be like this ... it was supposed to be a
quick and easy payday. As he lay facedown on the
deck of his own ship he felt the pain radiating
throughout his entire body, made worse by the onrush
of blaster bolts from Sierra's renewed assault. Part
of him considered activating the self destruct and
killing the entire lot of them, but despite his
propensity towards violence he could not bare to be
the instrument of Luna's death. "Got anymore of
those droids?" he asked her, as he smirked up from
her from the deck.
Marcus had no time for El-Nay's antics, as his focus
was rescuing his sister-in-law from his
sister-in-law. With Petrus seemingly dealt with, his
attention focused entirely on the former Luna Ta'em.
The reveal of his identity to Sierra would further
complicate things with his brother, but for now he
was more focused on getting her out of there alive
than he was silencing her. "It must be tough being
the unloved, forgotten sister," he said, from
beneath his helmet, as he continued to verbally
abuse her. He continued to unleash a torrent of
blaster bolts in her direction, equal to the
veracity of his words.
If Marcus Rodney successfully got her off this crazy
ship, Sierra would be eternally grateful. He had
come as a godsend, appearing when all other hope was
lost. He grounded the giant, giving the Duchess a
chance to use her weapon while dancing over his
large body. She could hear Marcus verbally taunting
his wife's crazed sister. What the hell was up with
this family?! Stopping, Sierra turned around. She
pointed her blaster at Petrus' face with coldness in
her eyes. "You deserve to rot in an Imperial cell."
Little did she know, Kerrie had already made that
happen. Sierra was fully prepared to squeeze when it
was Luna who abandoned her weapons and tackled the
young woman to the ground. Sierra balled her hands
into fists and beat them into the short haired
woman's head repeatedly. "I will not die!" She
screamed, grabbing Luna's arms. "Marcus!" She called
for him. If he was going to shoot her, he needed to
do it now.
Back at home, Zara Ta'em was having an increasingly
difficult time. The contractions that had left her
at home were becoming worse than ever before. She
started to worry that the twins were on their way
and that Marcus was too far away to get home in
time. She considered calling Claudius and begging
for his help in reaching the medcenter. If she did
that, how would she explain Marcus' absence?
Finally, Zara gave in. She used a comlink to
communicate with her husband through his helmet.
"Marcus!" She sounded panicked. "I-I need you to get
home right away. It might be time...I don't know!"
She winced. "I'm scared." She needed him.
Marcus was just about to pull the trigger at Luna
when the panicked voice of Zara appeared over the
comlink. He was suddenly torn between rescuing
Sierra and getting back to Zara. For a moment he
thought about leaving El-Nay to deal with Luna, but
then he remembered how poorly things went last time.
He was conflicted, but noticed the close proximity
of Luna to Sierra. There was no way to blast Luna
without endangering Sierra, so he quickly surged
forward towards the pair. There simply was no time
for finesse, forcing him to slam the handle of his
blaster pistol down at Luna's jugular vein in an
attempt to render her inert. "I'm sorry. I have to
go," he said to Sierra, before he began heading
towards the airlock. "If you don't handle this
properly you're next on my target list," he said to
El-Nay, before rudely brushing past her to get back
towards his ship.
El-Nay was tired of being treated so badly by the
other bounty hunters, but she took Marcus' statement
as her being declared in charge. With both Petrus
and Luna out of action, her attention turned to the
ventilation system, which she reversed to suck out
all of the smoke. "Are you okay, Milady?" she asked
to Sierra, but all of her attention was focused on
Kerrie. Her hands moved to her own helmet, revealing
her youthful feminine face, and artificially dyed
blonde hair with shaved sides that betrayed her
natural roots. She knelt down next to the fallen
Kerrie, checking her vitals, and working to remove
her helmet. She frowned when she saw the woman,
unconscious, in her Clawdite state. She was not a
doctor, and possessed no medical skills, so she had
no idea how bad things were or what to do. Her
emotions quickly shifted to anger as she looked
towards Petrus and Luna. "They were going to space
you, right? I say we space them!" she said, as the
tears began to flow, and her lip began to quiver.
The young Mandalorian was breaking down.
There was no way for Sierra to know what had
summoned Marcus away from the unfolding scene. Upon
his departure, he made sure to take out Luna, thus
ending Sierra's captivity. It was something that the
Duchess would not forget, for it had been Marcus
that succeeded. As the smoke began to clear, Sierra
remained seated on the ground. She hurt so bad.
Exhaustion threatened to pull her under until she
saw Kerrie. "Fuck." She cursed, looking up at
El-Nay. Her concern for her comrade was obvious.
"Now that those two are out, I am. Kerrie... These
idiots have to have some medical supplies
somewhere." She willed herself to rise to her feet
once, twice, three times. On the fourth attempt, she
rose. She began a little rampage inside of the Demon
Cat in search of something to help Kerrie's
situation. "I'd love to space them, El-Nay. I think
it'll hurt worse if they are arrested and taken into
custody to rot for the rest of their damn lives."
Behind a panel in the cockpit, Sierra found a shitty
first aid kit. Her eyes rolled when she opened it.
There were bandages with cat faces on them...insult
Sierra approached El-Nay and Kerrie. She knelt
before the Clawdite. One of her hands fell on the
Mandalorian's shoulder. "We don't have time for them
right now. I need you to pilot this piece of shit to
Delaya. Go to the medcenter. The same one that
treated you will be able to fix Kerrie up. I'll take
care of her as much as I can in the meantime."
Sierra was reaching her own breakdown. Tears were
running down her bloody, abused cheeks. She was so
tired. "Please.. Take my to my husband.." Her hand
became shaky before falling off of El-Nay.
"*I* can fly?" El-Nay exclaimed, suddenly forgetting
everything else that was happening at the
realization that someone was allowing her to do the
piloting. "Finally someone that appreciates my
talents," she said, with a wink, before rising back
to her feet. "You ... you take care of her," she
said, perhaps revealing a bit too much, as she
looked down at her fallen comrade. With that she
hustled over the fallen bodies of Petrus and Luna
towards the cockpit of the Demon Cat. "Uh. Did you
shoot this?" she asked, as she looked over what was
left of the transport's computer system. Frantically
she began attempting to get the navicomputer
operational, setting a course for what she hoped was
Delaya. "Hang on back there," she said, before
thrusting her hand forward on the hyperdrive
controls. The damaged ship lurched forward,
streaking into hyperspace, hoping they were en route
to the right planet.