Claudius Rodney was performing one of the most
difficult tasks he had ever performed. He was in
Jelena's room for the first time since she left, getting
everything ready for storage. This room would eventually
be used for Bruce as it was the largest of the
children's room and he imagined the boy needed space. As
Sierra was pregnant again it was likely they would run
out of rooms again and children would either have to
double up or they would need to expand. As Jelena's
stuff was placed in boxes, new boy stuff was beginning
to find its way in. With the Squibs on Delaya this was
the perfect time to work on it, as they would not get in
the way. One thing he was already doing was putting out
vibrantly colored speeder models on one of the shelves.
These toys were more like models and meant for children
fifteen years older than Bruce. Truthfully they were
more for him than his son.
Life in the estate had been so quiet without the
Squibs. Sierra Rodney had nearly fallen asleep during a
quiet, calm feeding with Bruce. After she had finished,
she rose with her son. "Let's go find daddy." She told
the boy. She was trying to encourage him to communicate
by talking to him more. She couldn't wait for him to
learn how to talk. He was already a good listener. "He's
making space for you in your sister's room." She told
her blonde headed baby boy. She swayed from side to side
as she walked with Bruce from their bedroom towards
Jelena's. She knew that this was going to be a difficult
task for Claudius. She didn't want him to endure it
alone. As she entered Jelena's room, she realized that
even she hadn't been inside of it for some time. The
room was filled with reminders that she was gone. "Hi
honey." She said softly, reaching to Bruce's arm to
manipulate him to wave his hand. "How are you holding
up?" Sierra paused in front of the speeder models on the
shelves. "Oh, these are cool!" Bruce adjusted in his
mother's arms until he, too, could look at them.
"Hi," Claudius said, as he turned his attention to
his wife and son, waving back at them. "I'm doing fine,"
he said, as he set his son's toys down and moved his
eyes over to them. "You should see them move," he said
to her, as he debated whether or not to broach a subject
he had avoided for quite sometime. He was not directly
open about it, but from the way he was shifting about
it, it was clear that something was on his mind. He bit
at his lower lip as he looked to the ground, before
moving his left foot back and forth.
It wasn't Sierra's first day as his wife. She picked
up that something was going on...something he wasn't
telling her. Try as she might, Sierra had yet to
successfully read his mind. "What is it?" She asked,
stepping towards him. She had been worried that cleaning
out Jelena's room would make him depressed. While it was
understandable, clamming up wasn't going to do anything
good for him. "You can tell me anything, you know."
Claudius reached into a pocket and pulled out a piece
of flimsiplast that looked as if it been folded and
unfolded constantly. Without making eye contact he
extended his hand to offer it to her. It was an
advertisement for the classic speeder race at the
Togatto Speedway in the nearby city of Nurrale. He very
much wanted to enter the classic speeder she had gotten
him in the race, but he worried she would be concerned
about his safety. "It's today," he quietly added, as he
was beginning to feel older, and was not sure how many
opportunities he would have to do something like this in
"Hm?" She reached out, taking the piece of
flimsiplast from him. As she unfolded it, it seemed
folded so many times that it would rip into pieces if
she weren't careful. That already told her a lot. The
contents of the flimsiplast were important to him. She
looked down at the advertisement for the classic speeder
race. She thought of the XJ-2 which she had gifted to
him. It only seemed fitting that he have the chance to
race his dream speeder. As concerned as she was that he
might get hurt, she wasn't going to hold him back. "Then
I guess I better tell Drusilla to start getting ready."
She smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "How long
have you been holding onto this?" She teased, leading
him away from Jelena's room.
"I've been holding onto it for a while," Claudius
confessed, as he finally raised his head and began
looking towards her for understanding. "Which is when we
would have needed to tell Drusilla if we wanted her to
be ready in time," he joked, as he moved towards her.
"You mean, I can race?" he asked her, as he gently
accepted being led from the room. "I'll be careful," he
promised her, as suddenly his footsteps felt like they
were walking on clouds instead of the carpeted floor. "I
love you," he told her, as he began to smile like he did
when he imagined it as a child.
She laughed. "I'll take care of getting Drusilla
ready on time." Sierra promised. "Of course you can
race!" She drew herself back to him to plant a quick
kiss on his lips. "You better be careful. I need you. I
love you. I'll be cheering for you the whole time, so go
out there and have fun." His smile warmed her. She
couldn't wait to see his expression once he was behind
the wheel of his classic speeder. "I love you. Wish me
luck!" She winked. Sierra made her way over to
Drusilla's room. She wasn't kidding. If she didn't
monitor Dru, then the race would be over and the
speedway cleaned up. She knocked on Drusilla's door.
"Your sister is going to have bad hearing before she's
twenty if she doesn't stop listening to jizz so well."
Sierra told Bruce, acting like a true old person.
A knock. How awful. Drusilla took a moment to rise
from her bed and slowly moved to crack open the door so
that she could look at who was on the other side. The
moment the door was open the sound of jizz filled the
entire house. "Oh. Hi," she said, but she was not
talking to Sierra, she was talking to Bruce. She reached
out and took her baby brother into her arms and allowed
the door to close in Sierra's face, assuming she was
just going to be asked to watch him again. She moved to
her bed and sat down as she prepared to tell him more
about his duties once he was older and she was a prince.
She felt she could never start too young.
"Hi Dru." Sierra smiled. She quickly realized
Drusilla was looking at Bruce, not her. No sooner had
the door opened did it close. She could see a smile on
Bruce's cherubic face as he was taken into his sister's
bedroom. "Wait...Dru!" It was too late. The door had
closed in her face. She frowned, wondering how much
effort it would take to remove Dru's door so she
couldn't do that anymore. She started again, knocking on
her stepdaughter's door. "Drusilla? We're going to
Togatto Speedway to see your father race his classic
speeder. Do you want to come?" She called out, hoping
she was loud enough to be heard. If not, Claudius'
cheering squad would be rather small.
Drusilla listened to what Sierra said, but it took a
few moments to process what she had said. At first she
thought she had been asked to go with the family to
watch a race, but after she thought about it for a while
until she thought she heard that her father was going to
actually be racing. "Oh. My. Germanicus," she said,
before she hurried to the door and opened it again to
look at Sierra. "What? He's actually going to race? Is
that safe?" she asked, before she thrust Bruce back into
her arms and hurried to her closet to search for an
outfit. "Mama, what does one wear to one's father's
tragic racing accident?" she asked, as she thought
something more modern was in order.
Sierra blinked. She took Bruce back. "Yes, he's
actually going to race. He said he would be careful..."
Sierra decided that she would bring Kerrie along just in
case the race didn't go as smoothly as she wanted it to.
Sierra stepped into Drusilla's room, peeking into the
forest of clothing that was Dru's closet. "What!? Your
father isn't going to have a tragic racing accident...
Don't you dare wear black!" Instead, Sierra picked out a
modern, brightly colored dress. "What about this one?"
She tried not to rush her stepdaughter while pressuring
her to make a decision. Bruce reached out for a
"He isn't? Oh that's a relief," Drusilla said, as she
put back the dress she had worn to Jelena's fictional
funeral. "Well, then. I suppose there won't be much
HoloNet coverage then," she complained, before turning
her attention to the dress that Sierra picked out.
"Hmm," she said, when suddenly she noticed that Bruce
was reaching for a dress. In a surprise the dress began
to move towards Bruce, which startled her. "Ahh! she
screamed, wondering what was going on. "Okay! Okay! I'll
wear the dress," she said to her baby brother, as she
took hold of it and began to change. As she did so, she
looked towards Sierra slightly confused and slightly
There was no breeze in the room or *anything* to
explain what happened while Bruce tried to reach for a
dress. Before Sierra's eyes, the dress began to move.
Drusilla screamed, but Sierra felt a cold sweat erupt
all over her body. The dress *moved*. The news of what
Bruce was wasn't something they had chosen to share with
the family. She had heard the rumors about Jedi plenty
of times. "Uh.. Uh.. That was weird." Sierra choked
nervously. "I'm going to go.. Hurry up and get dressed,
okay?" Before she left, Sierra gave Drusilla a one-armed
hug. She quickly whisked off Bruce to her room. "You
can't be doing stuff like that so soon. You'll scare
your sister." She kissed his forehead. She decided not
to bring it up to Claudius before the race. She could
tell him later. Inside her room, she laid Bruce out on
their bed and slid socks onto his feet. "Are you almost
ready?" She asked her husband.
Claudius was indeed almost ready. He had changed into
a special fire retardant suit that would hopefully save
his life in the unlikely event of a fire. It might have
fit him years ago, or to be kind decades ago, but now it
looked like if he sneezed it would split down the
middle. "Is Drusilla coming?" he asked, as he posed for
her in his racing suit for her. Tucked under one arm was
a racing helmet, replete with goggles. He was excited
and nervous all at the same time, but he was determined
to have a lot of fun.
She turned around and sat on the bed. All she had
left to do was tug on her boots and she'd be ready.
Drusilla was the one she was worried about. As she
turned, she spotted her husband in the fire retardant
suit. She was relieved to see him taking proper
precautions to protect himself because talking to Dru
had made her feel worried. "Yup. She's getting ready
now. We can hope to leave in three hours." She winked.
When he posed, Sierra whistled playfully. "You look s-
..!" She stopped herself, covering Bruce's ears with her
hands. "Sexy." She dropped her hands away from his ears.
Leaving their baby boy on the bed, she stood. Her arms
wrapped around his neck. "You better watch yourself. I
already had to talk Drusilla out of wearing a dress
suited for a funeral." She grinned. "Go out there and
have fun, okay? You're going to be amazing."
Claudius smirked as he watched Sierra cover their
son's ears before saying 'sexy'. "I'll watch myself," he
said, as he smiled down at his beautiful, young face. He
held his face there, rubbing his nose against hers,
before placing a kiss upon her. "Wait. Did you say a
funeral?" he asked, as his eyes opened wide when the
kiss broke. "Glad to know who she's rooting for," he
said, with a laugh, as he began moving towards the
stairs. "Drusilla, hurry!" he shouted at her, for
perhaps the first time in her life. He was impatient to
get to the face. He now seemed as if he was only a few
years older than Bruce.
She grinned, nuzzling her nose back against his. She
chuckled. "Well, don't prove her right." Sierra leaned
over their bed to scoop Bruce up into her arms. "Let's
go watch your daddy kick some rear end." She quickly
stopped herself from saying 'ass' in front of him. The
last thing they needed in the future was a cursing,
force-sensitive toddler. She couldn't leave Dru to her
own devices, so she stopped at her door for a final time
and knocked. "Drusilla? Do you need any help in there?
We're leaving." She watched Claudius continue down the
stairs. A smile formed on her face. It was good to see
him so excited over something. He needed more reasons to
be excited. "Dru?"
Drusilla emerged from her room wearing the dress that
her brother had picked out, afraid of what the
consequences might have been had she not selected it.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she declared, as she hurried
up after them. But, when she saw her father in that
ridiculous, too tight racing outfit she began to laugh.
"Oh I hope the HoloNet doesn't cover this," she said, as
she brought up a hand to shield her face from them, as
she brushed passed them, and frolicked to the shuttle.
The eyes of the classic speeder community has fallen
upon the Togatto Speedway. Claudius had registered as a
late entry with his red XJ-2 speeder, that he arranged
to have detailed. As he stood out on the raceway he
could see a dozen other racers, many of whom were more
experienced and had faster vehicles. Some of them even
had professional pit droid crews. He suddenly felt
*very* out of his league. He climbed into his speeder,
pulled the goggles down over his eyes, and mentally
began preparing himself for the race that was to come.
He went through the process of checking the readout on
all the displays. If he had a mechanical failure it
could cost him his life.
As Sierra sat in the bleachers with Bruce and
Drusilla, she felt relieved that Claudius had chosen
classic speeder racing over pod racing. At least this
was safer ... right? She had not spoken since they
arrived, but the anxious bouncing of her leg said that
she was worried. She looked down on the pit where the
racers were preparing. She quickly noticed how serious
people took the competition. She felt bad that he had no
extra assistance. If this was something he wanted to do
on a regular basis, not only would she die at age forty,
but she'd need to invest in some droids for him.
Regardless, Sierra set aside her worries to cheer,
obnoxiously loudly, from the stands for her husband. It
was the first time in her life where she perfectly fit
the 'embarrassing mom' bill. "Wohoooo! Go Claudius!" She
shouted, feeling disappointed that she didn't have the
time to make a poster. She prodded Drusilla with her
elbow. "Cheer for your father!"
Despite her cold exterior, Drusilla was quite
concerned that something could go wrong, and he could
get injured. She sat in the stands beside Sierra and her
brother, drinking a colorful, but virgin drink. "This
isn't a *real* race is it? This is just a bunch of rich
old men with shriveled up genitalia driving their toys
to feel alive, right?" she asked, before nervously
biting at her carefully manicured nails. Oh well, she
could always use another manicure, she thought to
herself, as she shifted to the edge of her seat. "Where
did he get this idea? Couldn't you two have just done
some old people stuff?" she asked, as she inched forward
again. Only a tiny portion of her butt now remained on
Sierra made a face thanks to the unfortunate visual
Drusilla had planted inside of her brain. "Yes... That's
exactly what it is..." She said, nibbling on her lower
lip. Truth was, she wasn't sure. This was the first time
she had gone to a classic speeder race. She wanted it to
begin so it could end with Claudius safe. She sighed,
patting Drusilla's leg softly. "He had a flimsiplat
advertisement. I have no idea where he got it... He
seemed so excited over it. I couldn't say no." Sierra
frowned. She wished she wasn't pregnant so she could
have a drink...something that wasn't virgin. "The
speeder is in good shape." She told Drusilla. "The
engine was just replaced. Your father should be fine.."
She tried not to think about the hard turns he'd taken
down the mountain road the other night. Ugh. She was
going to be sick.
"It runs in the family. I know you'll never believe
me, but Ewwiekewwieikkie actually gets it from him,"
Drusilla said, as she sipped on her drink until nothing
was left in her glass, and an obnoxious slurping sound
resounded from the glass. She, of course, was oblivious
to the fact about how obnoxious she got about such
things herself. "Well. That's good. I'm sure he won't go
too fast," she said, as she frowned at her empty
drinking. "I need another one. You want one, Sierra?"
she asked, before turning to her other side. "How about
you, Callista?" she asked, but then blinked slightly. "Callista?!"
she screamed, wondering how she could have possibly
The revelation caused Sierra to laugh. "You know... I
do believe you." She had seen Ewwiekewwieikkie and
Claudius do alike hand gestures before. She had assumed
it was Ewwiekewwieikkie rubbing off on him, not the
other way around. "Yes, please. Thank you." She looked
towards Drusilla and smiled. To her surprise, she saw
the wild, brown hair of Callista Nilar. "Callista!? What
are you...!?" The little girl had a habit of just
appearing. Sierra was getting used to accepting it,
because there was *no* way that Mug or Iyah was on
Callista was seated in the bleachers. She was the
happiest out of all of them. "*Yay yay yay*! *Go
Uncle*!" She screamed, pumping her fists up into the
air. She jumped when she heard a scream. "Hihi Drusilla.
Hi Auntie! Do they have chocolate blue milk?" She asked,
adjusting the crown on her head. "Mama and daddy said I
was going to spend time with you again. Can we build a
tent like last time and play hide and seek?" She was
bouncing in her seat. "When's it gonna start!?"
Suddenly Sierra would feel something heavy resting
upon her head and then ... nothing. And then, finally, a
brief tap on the head. "How could you let him do this?"
the voice of Doctor Pilaq Tohan asked her from behind,
as he could not descend the stairs down to her luxury
box. But he could, however, reach with his walking stick
far enough to dole out some punishment. His large eyes
looked towards the race track, however, he was unable to
spot Claudius. The HoloNet had been abuzz with news that
the Grand Moff himself was going to race in the Esseles
classic speeder race. He assumed the poor man would end
up getting hurt, so he insisted they come.
Unfortunately, with Mug and Iyah on assignment, it was
he who had been left with Callista.
Doctor Bailo made a noise with her two mouths that
could only be described as the sound of complete and
utter disappointment. "Has that man not had enough
adventure in his life as of late?" She shook her head
from side to side as she *and* Pilaq teamed up on Sierra
Rodney. Alessandra thought that the news on the HoloNet
was simply a joke. She only entertained Pilaq by
agreeing to fly to Esseles to see what was actually
"Hey! You're a menace with that thing!" Sierra
received a gentle bonk on the head. She imagined that
*both* Claudius and Marcus had received harder hits from
Pilaq's large walking stick. "How could *I* let him do
this? I'm his wife, not his keeper." Sierra defended.
She hoped Claudius didn't live to make her regret the
decision ... or die to make her regret it either. As she
looked on, she realized more HoloNet reporters were
showing up as a result of Claudius' involvement. She
sighed. "I'm glad you're here, Doctor Tohan. That way
when this give me an ulcer, you can fix me up!" She
adjusted how she was sitting so Bruce could sit against
her chest and watch. Her hand remained in his much
smaller hand. She was nervous. Was Claudius going to be
"We gotta stop daddy!" Ewwiekewwieikkie yelled as she
dragged Melickielickie out towards the racetrack. There
had been a special report during the broadcast of the
Rainbow Rancor on the Auntie Mae Network, as Auntie Mae
was a sponsor of the race to coincide with the launch of
Auntie Mae's retro restaurant. She had wanted to come
and her uncle needed no encouragement to return her
early. But before she got out onto the field she spotted
a couple of pit droids bouncing around. "What are
those?!" she said, as she stopped, dead in her tracks,
to gawk at them. Suddenly she had forgotten the race and
just wanted her very own pit droid.
Duke Marcus had taken up position in the service
area, but security would not allow him onto the field to
attempt to talk some sense into his brother. At least he
was with the droids that would be servicing Claudius'
speeder when he came in for a pit stop. *If* he came in
for a pit stop. This was the kind of reckless thing that
he was known for, and never expected his brother to pull
such a stunt in a million years. He had sent Zara and
the nanny droid on to find Sierra in the stands, while
he was led by Ewwiekewwieikkie to find Claudius, but
they were too late. As he looked up he saw that none
other than Auntie Mae herself was going to personally
start the race. To his outrage he saw that she had taken
the Big Time Hero of Beyond Squib-Deliciousness
chocolate pieces shaped like Claudius' bust and broken
them up and placed them in a race exclusive Claudius'
"Daddy! Noooooo! Dangewous!" Melickielickie said,
trying to remember the word Sierra used when she tried
to touch something hot. She was amazed by all the shiny,
classic speeders which were shined to perfection for the
race. "I want it." She said, grabbing her sister's arm
as she pointed towards a shiny, blue speeder. "You
drive, sissy? We drive one? Ugh. No!" Melickielickie's
vision was suddenly blocked by people who were
infinitely taller than her. The small Squib began to
scale her sister's back. "Can't see!" She whined,
scaling higher and higher.
"What's wrong with you!?" Duchess Zara Rodney burst
into the luxury box which *everyone* had now crowded
into. "Oh.. Hi Doctor Tohan. Hi Doctor Bailo... Callista...
Dru ... and the *dummy*!" Zara was holding Sia in her
arms while Nana had Darrus. She made everyone
uncomfortable by sitting far too close to her
sister-in-law. "You gotta be mean sometimes, Sierra."
Zara instructed the woman, even though Sierra was older
than her. "If something happens... you can come stay
with us in the castle. Marcus and I agreed that would be
A moment later the race began and Claudius fired up
his engines sending his XJ-2 speeder down the track to a
thunderous applause. When he looked in front of him the
most astonishing sight appeared in front of him ...
nothing. He was in first place, but he knew it was
early. However, it was still thrilling to know for at
least a moment he was leading. Unfortunately, the other
drivers were terrified of beating an Imperial Grand Moff,
especially one who had become known for such
ruthlessness lately due to the impact of Colonel
Zevrin's tactics on these worlds. No one dared get near
him, but the battle for second place was intense.
Suddenly there was a crash, sending one of the old
speeders flying into the stands, but it was well behind
his speeder. As he completed the first lap he was
beginning to allow himself to believe he might actually
Sierra anxiously held her son close. It seemed that
the whole family had appeared out of nowhere. All of
them had something to say about Claudius racing. When
the race began, Sierra stopped breathing and watched.
All of her anxieties bred inside of her. Was he okay?
She couldn't keep Claudius safe. If someone decided to
hurt him, she would be forced to watch it with the rest
of the family. The first lap completed with him in the
lead. Sierra was happy for him even though she didn't
make a peep. In her lap, the young Bruce was trying to
play with his cousin in Zara's lap. Halfway into the
second lap, Sierra started feeling woozy. "D-Dru..." She
said, handing Bruce over to his sister. "I think I'm
going to be sick." She'd never let Claudius do this
again! It didn't matter how much of a sucker she was for
his pouts. She lowered her head into her hands. "Tell me
when it's over..." She whispered.
Claudius knew that the key to winning the race would
be efficient and strategic pitstops. As he rounded the
track again he was checking his fuel gauge and
determined it was time to enter pit row. Unfortunately,
as he brought the speeder to a halt his pit droids were
unable to assist him because they were being hugged by
Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Ewwiekewwieikkie?!" Claudius yelled,
as he pulled the goggles up over his eyes. "Let go of my
droids!" he yelled, as he heard the roar of other
speeders passing by.
"Daddy!" Ewwiekewwieikkie shouted, as she let go of
the pit droid, and allowed it to join the others in
refueling the speeders. "Now our chance!" she said,
grabbing Melickielickie and jumping into the passenger's
seat of the XJ-2 speeder with her adopted father. "Make
it go! Make it go *fast*!" she ordered him, as she
started bouncing up and down in the chair. They were
about to be in a real race. The excitement of it had
made her forget that she had come here to *stop* him,
not *join* him.
"Claudius, this is madness!" Marcus said, as he came
over towards the speeder, to try and dissuade him from
continuing. "You've made your point. You've proved you
can race, but if you keep going you could get hurt, and
now you could get your daughters hurt," he warned, as he
looked towards the two Squibs climbing into the speeder.
"You don't need to do this. Think of your wife. Your
children," he pleaded, repeatedly, as he tried to get
the Squibs out of the speeder.
"Sierra!" Drusilla yelled, as the jumbo screen in the
center of the speedway began to display a closeup image
of her father's speeder, which now contained two extra
passengers. "Ewwiekewwieikkie and Melickielickie are in
the speeder!" she screamed, before elbowing her to get
her to open her eyes. She was cradling her brother, but
turned him around so he could see the screen, not even
aware if he would be able to see that far with his baby
"Mmm. Nom nom nom." Melickielickie had, somehow,
obtained a bucket full of cotton candy. "What is dis?
Dis yummy." She squeaked, suddenly grabbed by her sister
and taken into the shiny speeder. "Candy!" She threw the
bucket at Ewwiekewwieikkie, instead dragging her tongue
along the interior of the car until she realized it
didn't taste very good at all. "Go *fast*..?" She
started scrambling towards her father's lap. "Daddy! I
miss you! Uncle Marcy Marc gave me a 'goodie bag'!" She
said, reaching over to grab a pawful of cotton candy.
"You eat this? Is good."
"Gaahhh! Did something bad happen!?" Sierra lifted
her head from her hands. Before her, on the jumbo
screen, was a mess. " Ohno! Ewwiekewwieikkie!
Melickielickie!" It didn't matter how sick she felt at
the moment, her girls *needed* her. She rose from her
seat. "I need to borrow this." She said to Drusilla,
quickly sliding off one of the many bracelets from
around her wrist. "I promise I'll pay you back." With
that, Sierra went darting out of the luxury box towards
the speedway. "Claudius..." She aligned herself as
closely to the speedway as she could, then she dropped
Drusilla's heavy bracelet on the ground. Even she could
hear it's clanging over the crowd, which meant that
Melickielickie and Ewwiekewwieikkie could hear it too.
She ran a hand over the back of her neck. She was
sweating like a Hutt on Tatooine.
"I never start anything I don't finish, brother. You
should know that," Claudius said, as he brought his
goggles back down over his eyes. The pit droids finished
and Claudius' XJ-2 speeder was off and barreling down
the track with breakneck speed with two additional
passengers aboard. While they had heard the clanging of
Sierra, there was no way for them to get out of the
moving speeder. "Hang on," he told them, as he moved
through traffic in an attempt to reclaim first place.
But that is precisely when disaster struck and blue fur
began to fly off the girls along with cotton candy and
... feathers? The debris fell onto the windshields of
two speeders behind him, obscuring the driver's vision
and causing them to violently crash and explode. There
was a loud roar from the crowd who approved of the
Despite all of Sierra's best efforts, she was not in
time to save Ewwiekewwieikkie and Melickielickie a lap
in the speeder race. She bent down, picking up the
bracelet to use next time Claudius stopped for a refill
on gas. Instead, she continued pushing through until she
found herself in the service area near her brother.
Sierra looked like she had seen better days, as she was
now watching her two adoptive daughters *and* her
husband zoom around the track at high speeds. "Oh my
Germanicus." Sierra used Drusilla's favorite saying as
she became smaller and smaller next to Marcus. "I
thought *you* were the wild brother. It's really him!"
Her heart jumped up into her throat. On the jumbo
screen, she could see all the blue fur, cotton candy ...
and were those feathers? Had the girls visited the ducks
before arriving? The mess they created caused an
explosion directly behind them. "When this kills me, I
would like you to write 'I should have said no' on my
Suddenly Marcus realized he was standing beside the
descendant of the Kingslayer, Sierrus Dakkar. Could he
yell her? Sure! Would he tell her? No! Not because he
was avoiding it, but because he knew Zara would kill him
if she missed out on the moment. "Haven't you heard?
I've mellowed now that I've become Duke and had
children," he said, with a bit of dark comedy as he
nervously watched his brother and Squib nieces fly
around the track. "I'm sorry that I involved the girls
in this, but this is getting *a lot* of HoloNet coverage
and once again the Rainbow Rancor was pre-empted," he
said, rolling his eyes and nodding his head ... she
knew. "I think he may win this," he said to Sierra, as
he tried to calm her down.
'Round and 'round the track Claudius went, until once
again he was in first place. No one wanted to beat a
Grand Moff and end up in an Imperial prison, and those
behind him were in danger of getting wiped out by Squib
debris. He could not believe that what started as a fun
exercise was about to turn into a victory for him. One
more lap and he would have it won. "Hang on girls," he
said, as he put the throttle to maximum speed so that no
one could catch him. He went into the final turn, nearly
flipping the speeder, but he managed to hold on. An
instant later he crossed the finish line in first place.
"Girls! We won!" he said, as he was guided into the
winner's circle. He rose up from the seat where he was
handed a glass of blue milk and began to drink. "Grand
Moff Rodney, you just won the Togatto Speedway Classic,
what are you going to do next?" the HoloNet reporter
asked him, as he drank the milk. Claudius paused, before
smiling into the camera, with blue milk running down his
chin. "I'm going to Auntie Maeland!" he yelled, with a
big smile on his face and cheering Squibs behind him.
She laughed dryly. "It seems like the opposite effect
for your brother. Look what happened after Bruce." She
began to decompress as she realized no one was going to
try to mess with Claudius. "I hope he does. They better
give him a trophy the size of me." She mumbled. She
watched the rest of the race with growing anxiety up
until the second he passed the finish line ... and
*won*. She grabbed Marcus excitedly. "He won! He *won!*"
She released him, jumping up and down and hollering for
her husband. She disappeared from Marcus' side and moved
into the crowd, which was now all surging towards the
winner's circle. As she grew closer, she spotted
Claudius with a blue milk mustache and the girls looking
happier than ever. She paused to watch them all. Her
heart filled with warm love for her family. She could
stay away no more, and broke through the crowd. When she
reached the speeder, she fearlessly kissed him on the
lips. "Bantha poodoo! You scared me!" She kissed him
again. Apparently the family was headed off to Auntie
Maeland again. She couldn't wait to go back and sample
more of the sweets ... and force Claudius to go on the
scary rides with the girls so she didn't have to.
"Again! Again!" Ewwiekewwieikkie said, as she jumped
up and down on the passenger seat of the now stopped
speeder. "Auntie Maeland? Auntie Maeland!" she said to
Melickielickie, as she wrapped her arms around her tight
and began to hug her. She was blissfully ignorant of the
fact that her fur and debris had caused so many tragic
accident during the race. Then, as she looked to Sierra
she remembered, and began poking her. "Hey! Hey! Hey!"
she said, and with each 'hey!' she gave her a finger
poke. "My great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great
grandma says your great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great
great grandpa killed the King. Why he do that?" she
asked, before tilting her head, and bringing her paw up
to her chin.