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One year after the Battle of Yavin (36:5:28) in the Essesia system: Esseles (New Calamar: Claudius Rodney's estate).
El-Nay Darr, Ewwiekewwieikkie, Callista Nilar, Lady Drusilla Rodney, and Major Sierra Rodney.

El-Nay Darr had emerged from the bacta tank to a very hostile Kerrie, and had been all but grounded in the Void. When Sierra contacted her to safeguard the children while she went to Delaya and the Governor was aboard the ship, she leapt at the chance, not fully realizing what she had gotten into. By the third hour she was wrecked, sitting on the sofa in full armor, without helmet, with her head lowered and her hand pressed into her temple. She had a splitting headache. The girls were so loud when playing and, while the sweets they shared with her were delicious, but the affect the sugar had on her brain over time was quite painful. She needed a cigarra, but she knew she could not smoke in the estate, or in front of the children, so she was pretty much resigned to the fact that she had to sit there until either Claudius or Sierra returned. The minutes felt like hours ... the hours felt like days. Any doubts she had over motherhood had been erased ... she would never have children.

A good day in Callista's life was a day when she expanded her friendship circle. It was El-Nay who the young girl had set her sights on. Throughout the day, a majority of her attention had remained on Ewwie, but she didn't miss the lady in orange... That is, until lunch time. After finishing her PB&J, Callista used a stepstool to make El-Nay a sandwich. She smeared a massive amount of jelly on the bread while the amount of peanut butter was microscopic. When she finished, she messily poured starfruit juice into a cup. She caused a mini tsunami on the counter as the liquid spilled down the end of the counter and to the floor. Finished making lunch, Callista grabbed the plate in one hand and the large, heavy cup in another. She carefully made her way towards El-Nay where she sat on the sofa.

"Hi Nay-Nay." She said, resting the plate on her knee. "I made you lunch!" The small girl offered up the glass of juice. "I hope you like it!" Her big, blue eyes noticed that she was rubbing her head. "Does it hurt? Did you bump it?" Callista asked, remembering that her Mama sometimes got head hurts too. "Wait!" She shoved the glass towards Nay-Nay, darting off in the other direction. The pounding of her feet on the stairs could be heard as she traveled into her Uncle and Auntie's bedroom. She had seen Auntie Sierra's medical kit that she kept underneath the sink one time when her Uncle had been hurt. She grasped the kit with both hands and ran right back down the stairs. To Nay-Nay, she declared. "I make it better!" Then, she promptly dropped down to the floor at El-Nay's feet and began rooting through the kit.

"Lunch?" El-Nay repeated, as she turned her attention towards Callista and the sandwich. "Uh. Thanks," she said, as she took it from the little girl. She pulled back the upper piece of bread to see what kind of sandwich it was, and when she realized it was predominantly jelly she cringed slightly. She turned her head to look at the girl who was smiling from ear to ear, and she could not say anything negative. Raising the sandwich she took a cautious bite, realizing it was just more sugar she was putting into her system. As she chewed slowly and swallowed she knew the effect it would have on her, as she usually ate much healthier. "Who taught you how to make sandwiches?" she asked, as she put the half eaten sandwich back down on the table in front of her. "Oh my head is fine, Callista," she said, before the girl swiftly disappeared. Callista was much faster than her, even with a jetpack. "Be careful. There could be sharp things in there!" she said, in a panic, as she got down on the ground and attempted to close the medkit. "If you got hurt, your aunt would kick my..." she started, but then quickly stopped herself. " tushy," she said, after searching for the word.

The little girl plopped down on her rear and crossed her legs Indian style. She seemed pleased that Nay-Nay was eating her sandwich. She had tried really hard to make it good. "My daddy." She said, looking up at El-Nay. "I miss my daddy so much. Mama too. Did your daddy teach you how to make sandwiches?" She snatched a band aid from the medkit as El-Nay closed it. She giggled. "Tushy." She repeated. "That's such a silly word! Tushy! Tushy! Tushy!" She pounced El-Nay and gave her a big hug. "Bantha hug! Rawrrr!" She nuzzled herself against the woman. "Nay-Nay, is orange your favorite color?"

"My daddy didn't teach me anything," El-Nay replied sadly, her voice trailing off, and she became choked up. She did not want to cry in front of the girl, as she doubted she would understand. "Oh no. You've never heard that word before?" she asked, wondering if she had just taught the kid a naughty word. The hug caught her off guard. She was not used to them, and wondered if she had ever been hugged by a child before. She moved her arms around the little girl, careful not to squeeze back too tight so that the Mandalorian iron would not crush the child. "Yes. Orange is my favorite color," she said, with a smile, as she released the girl from the hug. "You miss your mama and daddy? Well I'm sure you'll see them soon," she said, although she was not sure what was happening with the whole Mug and Iyah situation.

Callista stared up at El-Nay thoughtfully. She continued to hug her. "It's okay, Nay-Nay. I'll teach you *everything*. My real daddy was a meanie too." The little girl never spoke of her real parents. They had abandoned her on Delaya. She didn't entirely understand what happened. All she knew was that one day, her mommy and daddy were gone. Callista smiled. "My favorite color is orange too. It's so pretty." Her small hand stroked El-Nay's chest plate in awe. She thought armor like that would go well with her crown. She was having a lot of fun with her family, but she really wanted to show her mama the bed that she and daddy had made together. "Will you come visit me, Nay-Nay?"

"Daddies can be meanies," El-Nay said, as she watched the little girl in awe of her armor. She was the only one she had ever encountered who did not make fun of it. "You really like it?" she asked, almost not believing her. She staggered backwards a bit, still on the ground in front of the medkit. "Alright. I'll visit you," she said, without thinking about the difficulties of getting to New Alderaan. She was one of the few that knew its location which unfortunately, due to her carelessness, meant others would soon learn. Her attention then switched to the chronometer, hoping that Sierra would be home soon.

Suddenly there was a commotion from the upstairs and the blue blur that was Ewwiekewwieikkie arrived on the scene, descending the stairs to look for Callista. "Callista! Callista!" she squealed, looking everywhere for the little girl. "Sandwich!" she screamed when she saw that she had missed out on the PB&J. But then she saw that El-Nay was seated on the ground, and she quickly moved behind her. She climbed up onto her back, until she was sitting on her shoulders, with her legs draped down in front of her chest. "You're fun to climb," she announced, before grabbing onto the shaved sides of her head. "Look how high I am," she said down to Callista, before struggling to reach for the half eaten sandwich. "Ugh. Can't reach. Can't reach," she complained, stretching her arm, and trying mightily to reach it. Suddenly her desire for the sandwich overcame her, and she topped forward, crashing into the coffee table. As she landed on it, she crushed the table, and began to cry ... loudly.

"I really, *really* like it!" Callista said, instantly falling in love with El-Nay. Her smile was so bright. "I'm gonna show you *everything* when you come visit! I'll tell my Daddy to teach you how to make yummy sandwiches." She wanted to snuggle her family so bad. She had so much to tell them about, like the big cake she ate in Delaya, the crowns, and the circumcision. Life had been such an adventure for her. She had been making a book for her Mama with drawings of all the exciting things that were happening. She needed to draw Nay-Nay! All of a sudden, the energy in the room exploded. "*Ewwie*!" Callista squeaked, tumbling out of El-Nay's lap. She lay on the ground, watching her best friend scale El-Nay like a mountain. "*Wow*! You're so tall now!" The little girl stood up on her tippy toes. She began to do a little dance, completely not paying attention to the fact that Ewwiekewwieikkie was going after Nay-Nay's sandwich. Suddenly, she fell. There was crashing and crying. Callista let out a squeak, diving for the medkit that she had brought downstairs. "It's okay, Ewwie! Don't cry!"

Sierra Rodney could hear Ewwiekewwieikkie's cries from the walkway to the estate's front door. She wondered if El-Nay had been driven off yet. The girls were incredible, but also hard to manage at times. Put enough sugar in Callista and Ewwiekewwieikkie and they would float away. The wailing was even louder from the foyer where Sierra deposited her bag. She didn't have a hard time finding El-Nay, Callista, and Ewwiekewwieikkie. It took less time to determine what happened. There was a PBJ on the floor, a broken coffee table, and a crying Squib. "Aww..." Sierra went into action right away. She passed El-Nay a calm smile. She squatted down in front of Ewwiekewwieikkie and scooped her up in a tight hug. "It's okay, sweetie." She ran her hand over her back to comfort her. One of her hands drifted into her trouser pocket. She withdrew a small sucker. "I brought you back something." She said, unwrapping the sucker and offering it to Ewwiekewwieikkie. She was growing accustomed to carrying small sweets around for when she needed them. Only when the Squib's attention was elsewhere did Sierra begin examining her for injury. "How's it going, El-Nay? Thank you for watching the girls. I owe you one ... or five."

Ewwiekewwieikkie was flat on her back, writhing around in agony, and crying in pain. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" she repeated, endlessly, as she rolled from side to side. "Not ok. Not ok," she replied to Callista, as the years flowed from her yellow eyes. Then suddenly Sierra arrived and she increased the volume of her crying to maximize her attention. But suddenly she was offered a sucker and all of the crying stopped, replaced instead with the eagerness for the treat. "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" she repeated, before placing the sucker in her mouth. As she began sucking on it all of the pain went away, although she began giggling while Sierra started examining her. She nearly choked on the sucker from the tickling, with her little leg flailing excitedly.

"I am so, so, so sorry, Milady," El-Nay said, apologetically, as she rose onto her feet and got into a more rigid, almost military posture. "One moment she was on top of me, and the next moment ... she wasn't," she said, trying her best to explain what happened. "Well, you know," she said, shrugging her shoulders at Sierra, after all anyone who had spent time with Ewwiekewwieikkie, as Sierra had, would understand. "It is no problem, milady. I was honored to serve. My debt to you remains in effect. 'Entye' in Mando'a, my native tongue," she reminded her, as she was compelled to serve the woman for saving her live in the graveyard of Alderaan. Even if she tasked her with things like this, which made her wish for a shorter life.

"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie! Didya see Auntie Zara!? Did you eat Auntie Mae's?!" Callista tackled her aunt as soon as Ewwiekewwieikkie was deemed fit to survive. She gave Sierra an extra tight squeeze. "I had so much fun with Nay-Nay!" The little girl reported, wiggling in Sierra's lap until she found a comfortable spot. "Tickle me! Tickle me!" Callista raised her arms.

It seemed that Ewwiekewwieikkie was going to survive. After accidentally causing the Squib to choke, Sierra stopped surveying her and left her to enjoy the sucker. Her arms wrapped around Callista, locking her in place on her lap. "I did see Auntie Zara and Uncle Marcus. I didn't get a chance to eat Auntie Mae's. I couldn't go without you and Ewwiekewwieikkie. Did you know? Auntie Zara just had her babies. You have a new niece and nephew." The news excited Callista to no ends. Sierra's eyes lifted to El-Nay. "There's nothing to apologize about. I *get* it. Everyone is in one piece...even you. I appreciate your help." El-Nay's dedication to her word was amazing. Sierra didn't hold her to anything. The woman had, after all, saved her life on numerous occasions. Most recently, saving her had ended up with El-Nay injured. She was so glad her friend was well again.

"How are you feeling? Are you up for taking a trip with me to *New* Alderaan?" She winked. "I've received word that Mug and Iyah are ready for me to bring Callista home."

Callista's excitement was growing and growing. "*Babies*! *I wanna see*! *Do they have crowns*!? *Little baby crowns*!?" She imagined that Zara and Marcus walked around wearing their crowns all the time. Her eyes went wider as her auntie spoke. "*Mama's home*!?" She let out a shrill of a scream. She was *happy*. "*Mama*! *Daddy*!" She quickly crawled out of Sierra's lap. In a Drusilla-like voice, she said. "Let the servants pack my bags!"

"Ice cream? Babies? Ice cream? Babies?" Ewwiekewwieikkie repeated, ad nauseum, as she looked towards Sierra. Then suddenly she stopped and it seemed as if there might have been a malfunction in her brain. "Ice cream babies!" she suggested, before bouncing up and down excitedly. She stepped up from the remnants of the coffee table and began running around frantically. She tripped, banged her knee, and began clutching it with a virulent cry. And then, just as suddenly, she was back on her feet running again. "I want ice cream babies!" she demanded, before leaping onto the sofa. She began doing a dance, incredibly excited, as she envisioned eating a gigantic ice cream cake shaped like a baby.

"I would follow you to the edge of the galaxy and beyond, milady," El-Nay Darr replied dutifully, before stiffening her pose in military fashion as she had seen performed by the Storm commandos. "I think what she is referring to is a HoloNet commercial we saw. Apparently Auntie Mae has capitalized on your niece and nephew with a limited release of Darrus Delight and Sia Sensation brand ice cream," she reported, dutifully, as if it were a tactical briefing. "I should also like to report that the Lady Drusilla has locked herself in the room, as the birth of the children has led to a postponement of the Maxo Rebo concert you promised her. She ... she attacked me quite viciously," she explained, shifting somewhat uncomfortably within her armor. It had been a *long* day for the Mandalorian girl.

It would seem that even though Ewwiekewwieikkie was not a male Rodney, she did posses the clumsiness of her adoptive father. No sooner had she recovered from falling on the table, did she bang her knee. She recovered quickly, with Sierra on standby trying to determine if she needed to jump into action or not. Callista was so happy. She jumped up and joined in the dance. "Ice cream babies! Ice cream babies!!!" She had no idea what that was, but it sounded cool. She had much to celebrate. Soon, she'd be in the arms of her mother and father.

Sierra stood up from the ground. She had no worried about the trip to New Alderaan. In fact, she thought that it would be rapid. She'd be home before bedtime to tuck in Ewwiekewwieikkie and spend some quality time with her husband. She grinned stupidly to herself, thinking about telling Claudius about her adventures in Delaya, especially the part about feeding Darrus. She broke out into laughter as El-Nay told her about Auntie Mae's newest ice cream flavors. "Oh my goodness.. That woman is ridiculous. You know there's a theme park now." The part two of her briefing made Sierra frown. "Ah, I'm sorry, El-Nay." She thought the Mandalorian had a long day before. Now she realized just how long it was. She patted El-Nay's shoulder. "I will ... deal with that... Can I borrow your armor?" Sierra smiled though she wasn't kidding at all. Reluctantly, Sierra made her march up the stairs and to Drusilla's room. She wished that suckers worked for Dru like they did for Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Drusilla? Let me in."

The sound of jizz music was pulsating out of Drusilla's room, as she was lost in the sound of music, trying to tune out the outside world. When she heard Sierra at her door she let out a scream from deep within, before grabbing hold of a boot and throwing it dramatically at the door. "No! Go away!" she demanded, before folding her arms in front of her in a pout. Then suddenly, she changed her mind, and moved from her desk towards the door. She opened it, but only a smidge, to glare up at her stepmother from behind tearstained arms. "You lied! You're a liar!" she said dramatically, before stomping her feet. Her hair was a frizzy mess, and her face was flushed red with anger. "No. It was not good enough that you forced my father to abdicate so drunk uncle Marcus got the throne, but now when I was supposed to have *my* concert for *my* birthday all everyone wants to talk about is those twins. They were *supposed* to be afterthoughts. But now because of *you* that boy is going to be Duke of Delaya one day, and I'm going to be *nothing*!" she said, before letting out a shrill screech. "Nothing!" she repeated, before retreating back into her room. "All I asked for was one little concert at my home by the galaxy's greatest jizz wailer, and you could not even manage that," she said, before collapsing dramatically onto her bed.

Standing at Drusilla's door, she knew she was in for a hurricane. She straightened up her back and summoned her inner strength for whatever would come out of Dru's bedroom. She heard something hit the door *hard*, along with a girlish scream. She idly thought of Claudius. He was safe, far, far away on the Retributor. For once, she envied him for being at work while she dealt with the insanity at home. She was understanding towards Drusilla. Her life had changed. For Dru, it wasn't for the better. Sierra's heart ached for the girl when she opened the door a teeny, tiny bit. She saw that she had been crying. The trust she had been working to build with Drusilla was shattered.

She was able to take Drusilla's words realistically. She didn't let them hurt her ... too much. The woman grabbed the door, not allowing it to close entirely so she could force her way in. She paused in front of Dru's stereo to turn it down to the point where they could hear one another while they spoke. Then, she sat at the very edge of her bed. "I know, I know..." Inside her head, she began to scheme up another trip to Delaya to *beg* Marcus to name Drusilla a Countess and grant her the access to the family funds that she craved. She'd have attention again too. She mentioned none of this to her step daughter, not wanting to get her hopes up when she was already in the dog house. Sierra reached over, running her fingers through Drusilla's frizzy hair. "The birth of the twins is something that I could have never predicted, Drusilla. I did receive a message for you on my comm." Sierra crawled up the bed until she was seated next to the girl. It was dangerous territory, for she could only imagine what El-Nay had endured earlier. She withdrew her commlink from her pocket, selecting a video recording that she had gotten from Max Rebo himself. He was apologizing, not to Sierra, but to Drusilla about having to move the birthday concert. He promised her that he would come see her the next day. He named several other famous jizz artists that he intended to bring with him to make up for having to cancel on the Rodneys so quickly. The video ended with Max Rebo singing happy birthday to Drusilla. "You can watch it as many times as you want."

Drusilla began shaking, flailing her arms in front of her, before screaming again. "Why did you have to leave just to see some stupid old babies anyway? Why when this was supposed to be *my* weekend? *My* concert? Who are those babies that they should take from me?" she said, as her hands lowered, clawing into her bedsheets. When the message from Max Rebo began to play, she reached out and greedily snatched it from her stepmother. The longer he spoke the shorter her breaths became, and gradually she settled back down into her normal state. "I suppose this will be acceptable," she said, as she inhaled deeply through her nose, and began to wipe her tears away. "That is all. You may go," she said, as she pulled away from Sierra to lay back on her bed. Without a further acknowledgment she proceeded to reply the message, tuning out the rest of the world.

Sierra frowned. In her attempt to make sure her extended family was okay, she had hurt Drusilla. She felt very bad and prayed that this concert would be helpful. Drusilla was certainly her most difficult step-daughter. Sierra was still trying to find her footing with the girl. She felt that they would find their common ground in music someday. Sierra watched her calm down and return to normal. She didn't object to Drusilla sending her away. The young woman was already feeling tired. She still needed to return Callista home. "Feel better, Dru." Sierra said as she left her room. In the hallway, she let out a long sigh. She watched as Callista came prancing out of her room with a stuffed suitcase behind her. It seemed she was more than ready to see her parents.

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