awoke the next morning feeling *very* hungry. The
young woman rolled out of bed. The first thing she
noticed was that it was so quiet. She couldn't hear
Ewwiekewwieikkie dry heaving in the bathroom while
she passed another gem stone, nor could she hear
Drusilla yelling at her during the uncomfortable
process. It was all so weird. She would retrieve the
children in the guise of the night with the help of
El-Nay. The woman wouldn't say no to a gemstone.
Sierra simply wasn't going to tell her where it came
from. Her hand lightly brushed over her husband's
back as a way of letting him know she was up.
"Morning, love. I'm going to get started on
breakfast..." She mumbled, sliding into a shirt that
was barely long enough to cover her rear end.
kitchen, Sierra snacked on cheese while she crafted
breakfast for the two of them. Her pudding had
survived the evening. She may or may not have snuck
a couple bites in. Pregnant as she was, she still
was conscious of her form. After all, eating for two
wasn't *really* eating for two. The smells in the
kitchen reached throughout the house to further
rouse her husband. Meanwhile, Sierra had drifted
into her own little world. She hummed a song. Her
hips shifted back and forth in a gentle dance. She
was planning out her day and how everything was
going to work out.
Rodney stretched out in bed, letting out a moan of
incredible contentment as he allowed his legs and
arms to move to their maximum distance. "Yeah. You
get right on that," he said, as Sierra announced she
was going to make breakfast. He too heard the sound
of silence in the estate, which was the worst sound
of all. He would have rather heard the nagging of
Drusilla, the giggling and Ewwiekewwieikkie, and
even the treason of Jelena rather than this infernal
silence. He swung his legs over the side of his bed
and allowed his feet to slip into a comfortable pair
of slippers. But as he slid his left foot in he felt
a foreign object present. Bending down, he raised up
the slipper and shook it until a gemstone fell out.
It only made him feel worse about their absence.
Placing the slipper back on the floor he slid his
foot into it and began descending the stairs to join
his wife in the kitchen. "Barefoot, pregnant, and in
the kitchen. Now that's what a wife should be!" he
announced as he moved into the kitchen, before
flinching and ducking to avoid the response he
would surely never stop. Sierra had found one within
the egg carton. Given its size, she felt it would
make up for stealing El-Nay's ship, getting her
injured, *and* forcing her to help her kidnap her
own step-children. The Mandalorian was busy...she
just didn't know it yet. Claudius' announcement
turned her cheeks red. She turned around. "Hey! Not
the kind of thing you want to say to a person who's
holding a *very* hot pan." She stepped back from the
stove. "You do make a good point. I'm pregnant.
*You* finish making breakfast. I'm busy making a
baby." She snickered, creeping up towards him
looking oh so proud of herself. She nipped his lower
lip. "Don't burn my eggs." Instead of sitting in a
chair like a civilized human being, she hopped up
onto the nearby counter with her legs dangling down.
"You're lucky I didn't throw anything at you!" She
was only playing.
this, Commander," Claudius declared confidently, as
he strode across the kitchen to assume his action
station in front of the stove. He took hold of an
egg and cracked it on the side of the pan and into
it went the egg and the shell. "Hmm," he thought to
himself, before repeating the process to similar
results. He began beating the eggs and shells in the
pan, causing it to splatter everywhere. Thinking it
would cook more quickly if he turned up the
temperature he adjusted the temperature controls and
then, as if on cue, a column of flame rose from the
cooktop. "Gaah!" he said, as he stepped back from
the stove. He quickly grabbed hold of a lid and
smothered the flame with some effort thanks to the
firefighting drill he took when he first enlisted in
the Navy two decades earlier. When he raised the lid
he saw nothing but burnt material, which caused him
to frown and turn the unit off. His eyes scanned
around the pantry quickly before grabbing some
muffins, cereal, and blue milk. Wrapping his arms
around them, he waddled over towards the table
before plopping them down in front of her. "Easy
when you know how," he said, before adjusting his
collar with some swagger, and taking his seat
him with interest as he attempted to make them
breakfast. Sierra made a pained sound as he cracked
both egg, and shell, into the pan. While she was
fine with a little extra protein in her life, eating
a whole egg shell didn't sound appealing. He was
making a mess at the level of Ewwiekewwieikkie ...
and then he started a fire. "Ah!" She squeaked,
crossing the kitchen in half a second to see if she
could help him put it out. Once the fire was out,
she laughed softly. "But ... *how* ..." The smell of
fire hung in the air. Instead of giving it a second
go, which Sierra was glad he didn't, she watched her
husband take the easy way out. She came to settle at
the kitchen table. At this point, she didn't care
what was placed in front of her. If it was more
edible than eggshells, she was happy.
herself a glass of blue milk. She was shaking her
head and laughing. "It's a good thing you never
decided to pursue your culinary passions, Claudius."
She picked up a muffin and began to eat. Ugh, she
was instantly much happier. You cannot understand
how hungry a pregnant woman is first thing in the
morning. Beneath the table, Sierra seemed to be
initiating play time with her feet. In reality,
she'd forgotten her slippers upstairs and now her
feet felt as icy as the floor. "I'm going to go get
the girls today." She told him pleasantly.
"Well in my
defense when I was born the castle boasted a kitchen
staff of over 100," Claudius said, as he poured
himself a glass of blue milk as well. "Sometimes
it's not just about what you know you can do, but
about knowing people who know what to do," he said,
before he took a sip from his glass, leaving him
with a blue milk mustache. He began to relax as her
foot assaulted him beneath the table, causing him to
shift his position in the chair. He raised his
eyebrows, opening his eyes much more wide as he
reciprocated contact with his own leg. Just as he
was nearly riled up from her game of footsie she
mentioned his lost daughters. "You just got back ...
barely. Let me send people," he said to her, as he
reached across the table and clutched her hand.
lucky. It was never like that in the Dakkar
residence. As soon as I could reach the stove,
mother fired a majority of the staff... Gah, I hate
that woman..." She groaned, yet managed to stay
relatively light hearted when talking about it. A
smile lit up her face as a blue milk mustache formed
over his upper lip. It was turning into quite an
enjoyable breakfast. Sierra's hangry had been
avoided by her husband's quick thinking. Her fingers
weaved in between his. She let out a deflating sigh.
She was still recovering from her latest endeavor.
The last thing she wanted was to go out and
potentially get hurt again. She leaned down to place
a kiss on top of his hand. "Who would you send?
Kerrie? I was hoping to sneak in and out *without*
getting hurt." She needed to lay off on the injuries
for awhile. She didn't want to find herself suddenly
less pregnant than she was.
getting hurt? Rebels?" Claudius scoffed, as he
downed another half of glass of blue milk. He
reached across the table and plucked up one of the
muffins. The moment he bit into it he regretted
making a joke about Sierra in the kitchen, as it was
awful, and he wished he had a hot breakfast. Nearly
choking on the muffin crumbs, he placed the
remainder down on the table. "Yes. I think Kerrie
and her commando unit could quite easily exfiltrate
the children from their 'New' Alderaan very easy,"
he said, before starting to cough from the crumbs
going down his windpipe. His hand reached for the
blue milk, quickly downing the last of it. "You're
going, aren't you?" he pressed her, as the glass of
milk was sat back down in front of him. He looked
across her with a smirk, as he knew exactly whom he
was talking to.
her hand. "No. Screw the Rebels. I'd like to avoid
further damage. Contrary to what some might say,
getting shot does not feel like a massage." She
finished off her glass of blue milk. She rose from
the table and began putting away what was left.
There seemed to be a reason why Ewwiekewwieikkie
hadn't eaten these muffins yet! Sierra froze when he
mentioned Kerrie's commando unit. "As much as I
trust Kerrie, that Cathar that nearly killed me is
in her commando unit..." Sierra mused. She shivered
as she placed the blue milk away then made her way
towards him. She made a face at him. Her hand
brushed over his face. Her fingertips collected his
makeshift mustache. "You know me too well, my love."
She bent down to kiss him. When it came to her
family, she trusted herself to get the job done
without the girls being harmed. She cared about them
more than any of Kerrie's commandos did. "It won't
be a long term ordeal. I'll be home quickly. I've
been a *terrible* adjutant lately. I suppose you'll
need me back at the Retributor."
Claudius could offer a response the sound of alarms
began all over the estate, as the Imperial security
detail began firing at something. There were laser
blasts all around, so loud that that they were even
heard over the deafening sirens. A moment later the
kitchen window exploded and the body of El-Nay Darr
came crashing through, tumbling onto a ground, and
rolling to a stop at the feet of Sierra. She raised
herself slightly, shaking off the debris from the
wall and the window she had just destroyed. "Who
said you could use my ship?" she asked Sierra, as if
oblivious to everything else that had just happened.
She rose to her feet and looked her squarely in the
eyes from beneath her garish orange helmet with its
distinct T-shaped visor. Her hands rested on each of
her hips as she perked out her chest, waiting for
her answer. For her sharing most definitely was not
woman fell serious when she heard the sound of
alarms. Her body tensed. She thought of her armor
inside of El-Nay's ship and the E-11 upstairs hidden
in their bedroom. "I wonder what that's all
about..." And if she should be grabbing something to
defend themselves with. It all began clear as soon
as something... *someone* burst through the kitchen
window covered in orange armor. Last Sierra checked,
there was only one woman insane enough to do that...
El-Nay Darr. Sierra could barely hear over the sound
of the sirens. "How many times do I have to tell you
to use the door?!" She yelled, pointing in the
direction of the front door. She mentally added to
have someone come repair the window later on...
Thanks, El-Nay. She didn't need her ears to
understand why El-Nay had come. Her ship was docked
just outside the estate. She looked back at
Claudius, desperate to have him call off the hounds
before her hormones decided to arm themselves. To
El-Nay, Sierra grabbed the gemstone off the counter
and offered it to her. "Sorry! I needed it!"
assuming it was a Rebel attack before the familiar
and unwelcome sight of El-Nay Darr appeared crashing
through his kitchen. "Well. Now she's gone and done
it. She's ruined breakfast," he said, as he rose
from his seat, as he made her the scapegoat for his
culinary mishap. "I assume she's with you?" he said
to his wife, rolling his eyes, and wondering what
she had gotten herself into. "I don't want to hear
about it," he said, before raising his hand to the
Mandalorian. "Just get her back in one piece!" he
barked at her, before moving from the kitchen to
calm down the captain of the guard. He needed a walk
in the fresh air after that. He had a feeling this
was going to be a *long* day.
"I'd use the
door of the bucketheads didn't shoot at me every
time. You think they'd know by now. Just put my
picture in the guard tower or something. You know?
Do I have to think of everything?" El-Nay asked, as
she continued to dust herself off. From beneath her
helmet she began to sniff, smelling the burnt eggs.
"What's cooking? I haven't eaten?" she said, before
removing her helmet, ignoring Sierra and moving
towards the table. "A muffin?! A fucking muffin?!"
she asked her, as she picked it up and took a
hesitant bite of it. "How does your ass get so big
eating food of this kind?" she asked her, before
spitting out what was in her mouth and tossing the
muffin away like a live grenade. "Yes sir, Govna,"
she said to the man, before giving him a carefree
salute, but he was already gone. "Just one gemstone?
Nuh uh, toots. You're letting me give that Squib a
squeeze and whatever comes out I keep. I'm a gambler
and I like my odds," she said, before looking around
the estate. "She upstairs? I don't hear any
giggling," she said, as she pursed her lips in as
deep a thought as she was capable of.
help but laugh. "Yep, it was *all* her fault."
Sierra smiled as she watched Claudius leave. It
wasn't long after that that the alarms shut off and
she could hear properly again. "Sorry, El-Nay. I'll
see to it that you're welcomed at the gates next
time with a fruit basket or something." She teased
the woman. "Oh. You don't want what's in the pan.
Trust me." Blackened eggs and eggshells. Mmmmm. That
would show Claudius to make a pregnant in the
kitchen joke again! Maybe next time he'd be nice so
he could have a warm, lovely breakfast. "The secret
to having a big ass isn't about what you eat." She
explained to El-Nay. "It's about how much you squat.
If you squatted more, you wouldn't be as flat as
pancake." Sierra teased her friend. "I'll let you
squeeze Ewwiekewwieikkie after you help me bring her
back home. You can have whatever comes out of
her...and whatever I find in my boots. We have been
finding gemstones *all* over the house. It's like a
damn easter egg hunt." The last time she took a
bath, she found one in the drain! "Ewwiekewwieikkie
and Drusilla are both on a Rebel planet that they
are calling 'New Alderaan'. Since taking my
husband's ship would have been stupid, I *borrowed*
yours. I need you to go back there with me and...
Well, kidnap them and bring them home."
"Flat as a..."
El-Nay said, as she turned to Sierra, her jaw
dropping and her face flushed red with anger. She
turned her back to her, bent over slightly, and
began to shake her backside. "You find me pancakes
like this and I'll eat them," she said, before
turning back around to face her again. "Sounds like
a plan to me," she said, as she rubbed her hands
together excitedly. "So where's she at? Auntie Mae's
new amusement park?" she suggested, as she arched an
eyebrow at the woman. She expected this to be a
relatively easy assignment before Sierra filled her
in on the details of the mission. "'New' Alderaan?
Oh I think that's in poor taste after what happened
to 'old' Alderaan," she mused, before tucking her
helmet under her shoulder and mentally preparing
herself for the job. "I've done kidnappings before,
but I've never kidnapped kids..." she said, as her
eyes widened and she suddenly looked very confused.
"Wait. Were those kidnappings then? Does it have to
be a kid you kidnap to be a kidnapping? Or, if you
kidnap an adult does it become an adultnapping?" she
said, before bringing her hand up to the side of her
head, to massage the pain away. Staggering
backwards, she sat down at the table. Mind blown.
and laughed. Well, she made a good point. Ass-sized
pancakes sounded good to her. Mmmm. Pancakes. . .
She looked towards the fiery mess that her husband
had left behind. "Maybe we should go get some
breakfast first..." She mused. Suddenly nothing
sounded better than pancakes drenched in syrup with
star fruit on top. Her mind began to drift away from
the mission and towards food. The muffin hadn't
soothed her hunger. Sierra blinked. "What? The woman
opened a theme park..? Can we go..?"
She had to
agree, it was in poor taste. If she leaked this
information into the right ear, New Alderaan could
become identical to Old Alderaan very quickly. The
only problem was that Jelena was living there.
Sierra doubted that she would come back to Esseles
with her. "Does it help if you have approval from
the parents? I guess it isn't *kidnapping* per
se..." She thought she might have accidentally
broken the Mandalorian. El-Nay was trying to work
out kidnapping versus adult napping. Sierra came
behind her, gently patting her back. "There, there,
El-Nay. It's kidnapping for Drusilla because she is
still underage... But is it adult-kidnapping for
Ewwiekewwieikkie?" She smiled. "I've got to get
dressed. You can feel free to search the lower floor
for gemstones while I'm gone. Finders keeper." The
blonde-headed woman turned her back on El-Nay and
began heading upstairs to ready herself.
"No. I think
that's a Squibnapping," El-Nay said, still sounding
a little disoriented. "Well, whatever it's called
I'll get them," she said, as she slammed her helmet
back upon her head and rose from the table. "Uh. You
want them alive, right?" she asked, before she
lowered the targeting scanner over her eye. She
raised her gauntlet and began to alter her field of
vision to make it easier to locate the gemstones.
Before getting an answer she was running about the
lower level of the estate, tossing furniture about
and grabbing all of the gemstones she could find,
along with some silverware. Content, she exited the
estate through the hole she made in the wall rather
than the door, waving to all of the Stormtroopers.
Beneath her helmet she was sticking her tongue out
at them. She circled around the estate until she
came to a stop at the ramp of her ship, impatiently
Sierra shouted down the stairs while El-Nay worked
on wrecking her home. Oye. This morning, it seemed
like the stairs had multiplied. Why did this family
hate turbolifts? She'd make it to her ninth month of
pregnancy and be sleeping on the couch because
conquering the stairs was more effort than it was
worth. Inside her and Claudius' bedroom, she found
her husband. "Sorry about the window. That woman
loves her dramatic entrances." She said it in an
endearing way. In her book, El-Nay was a good
person. She began to undress and redress herself for
the day. She wore casual clothing, knowing full well
that her ISB uniform would only get her in trouble
where she was going. "El-Nay has agreed to help me
retrieve the girls." She approached him. She *hated*
goodbyes. After what had happened to Marcus, the
voice of realism was louder in her head. It could
have happened to her. She drew herself in close to
him, wrapping her arm around his neck.
Claudius exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the
air and let them fall back against his sides,
causing a loud clapping noise. "That woman... Are
you sure it's wise to include her?" he said, rolling
his eyes dramatically, before raising his hand to
the side of his head. "She's a menace. And she
sticks out like a sore thumb. They'll see that armor
of hers before you even land," he rambled, worrying
about her safety and wellbeing. As she moved in
towards him he was silenced, her arm around his neck
causing him to grow quiet. "Would you be good enough
to bring back my children?" he asked her, tiredly,
as he realized there was no winning an argument with
her. She was her own woman, with a strong and
independent mind, and that is why he loved her. His
face moved towards hers, his lips connect
passionately, as a better alternative to saying
"I know, I
know. Orange is probably the loudest color on the
spectrum. I trust her. She'll get the job done..."
Hopefully without anyone winding up inside of a
bacta tank. She saw that he was worried. She cuddled
him and did what she could to reassure him.
"Everything will be okay. I know exactly where the
girls are. We're going to go in and get out
*quietly*." Sierra smiled. "Always and forever.
Though ... everyone is on house arrest when I make
it to my third trimester!" She warned. Their lips
met in a much easier sort of goodbye. It was easier
to let him know how immensely she loved him through
a kiss. As it ended, Sierra felt they were departing
on a high note, not a low one. "Behave yourself
while I'm gone. I'll be back soon." With that, she
kissed him a final time then headed back down the
stairs and out of her home. She was confident that
this would be a relatively short trip. She soon
appeared at El-Nay's ship. "Are you ready?" She
asked the woman like she hadn't made her wait for
arrived at the ship, El-Nay looked at the
chronometer and rolled her eyes at the woman. "Was
that a long goodbye or a quick turn in the sheets?"
she asked with a snicker from beneath her helmet.
"C'mon, move that ass," she chided her, as she
rushed up the ramp of her ship and situated herself
in the pilot's seat. "Aw. Man. You squished my
seat," she grumbled, as she began reconfiguring
everything to how she liked it. Once Sierra was
safely aboard she activated the controls to lift the
ship off the surface of Esseles towards their
destination, but unfortunately she did not bother to
ask Sierra where New Alderaan was. As a result the
navicomputer downloaded the coordinates for Alderaan,
sending them in the wrong direction, to the wrong
region of the galaxy.
watched from the balcony as the Mandalorian ship
departed, keeping his head elevated to watch it
ascend until it was gone. When it was out of view
his head sunk, and he let out a lonely sigh,
reaching out his arm to grab onto the railing for
support. He waited there for a moment, collecting
himself, before returning inside the estate. With
Sierra gone he was truly all alone in the large
house he had purchased with the plans of sharing
with his growing family. Now it was just him and the
rooms grew quiet. He heard nothing but the sound of