Mandalorian Kom'rk-class starfighter piloted by
El-Nay Darr exited from hyperspace in the Essesia
system in the middle of Imperial space traffic.
"Hang on, milady," she said, to the unconscious
Sierra Rodney as she guided the starfighter towards
the Super Star Destroyer. "I am declaring an
emergency on behalf of Major Sierra Rodney," she
announced over the comm, as she passed the picket
ships en route to the massive vessel. "Please be
okay. Please," she said, as she reached over towards
the fallen Sierra. "Ohh," she whined, nervously
underneath her helmet, as she suspected the Grand
Moff would have her head for this. As she entered
the massive hangar bay of the Retributive strike,
she landed the craft in the middle of the deck,
which was quickly filling with Imperial
Stormtroopers. "Oh great. A firing squad!" she said,
having a conversation with Sierra, before slinging
her over her shoulder and moving down the ramp, onto
the deck of the ship. "Help me! Somebody fucking
help me!" she screamed, but her voice was muffled by
her helmet. In the distance she could see an
Imperial officer approaching with Stormtroopers in
tow. She was toast, but at least Sierra would get
Allegra Ames was the office of the deck when the
call for help came in, and when she heard there was
an emergency involving the Grand Moff's wife she
viewed this is a way to ingratiate herself.
Commandeering what troops she could, she moved
towards the Mandalorian starfighter where she easily
spotted the orange Mandalorian and the Governor's
wife. "Medic!" she yelled, and troopers took Sierra
away from El-Nay and placed her on a stretcher. She
sneered at El-Nay, before following behind Sierra's
stretcher. "Detain that bounty hunter," she said, in
a condescending tone, as they headed towards the
turbolift that would take them to sickbay.
her wrist rockets when the Stormtroopers approached
her, taking up a defensive position. "Easy, boys.
You can detain me ... in sickbay," she said, as she
moved into line with the group heading towards the
turbolift. "I'm not leaving her until she orders me
to," she declared, folding her arms in front of her
chest defiantly, as she moved into the turbolift.
She heard the Stormtroopers talking about the
condition of Sierra, but they were using medical
terms that were beyond her comprehension. As they
moved the crash cart into the sickbay, she took up a
defensive position next to her bed. She was going
nowhere. "Please be okay. Please be okay," she
repeated beneath her helmet.
Alessandra Bailo was making her second visit to the
Retributor in order to gather up some specific
supplies from Pilaq Tohan's office. She realized
that he was going to leave Delaya as soon as Zara
was deemed recovered, and the twins continued to
show how healthy they were. She suspected it would
be only a few more weeks. As she stood in his
office, her bulbous eyes fell. She recalled when he
had left Jubilee long, long ago. Would she let it
happen again? Lady Zara had been coaching her on how
to get back 'out there' but Alessandra wasn't so
sure. Now that time was running out, she realized
that she was going to need to grow up, corner him,
and ask him if he'd like a new assistant. After all,
House of Rodney was expanding.
She had just
exited Doctor Tohan's office when she noticed a mess
of people around a single crash cart. Her eyes
widened when she saw the blonde hair of Sierra
Rodney, whom she had just visited with when the
elder Rodney brother's children were sick. "Oh no."
Without Doctor Tohan there, Doctor Bailo decided to
take control. She had seen all of Sierra's medical
charts, after all. The Ithorian moved towards the
crash cart with several assistant droids. "What has
happened?" She asked, looking down at her patient.
She noticed that Sierra's arm was bent unnaturally
over her bleeding chest. It looked like she had
collided with something *hard*. She didn't realize
that something was the Mandalorian in orange armor.
Grasping the crash cart, she looked towards her
assistant droids. "Take her to the operating room
and prep her!" Doctor Bailo demanded as she quickly
moved to prepare herself. "The patient is pregnant.
I want an update on the baby as soon as I arrive."
And to everyone else. "Wait out here." The Ithorian
doctor moved to wash her hands, dry them, and put on
gloves. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. The
House of Rodney had run out of luck.
"She was being
attacked by a Rebel on..." El-Nay began, before
realizing she was about to give away a big secret.
She started stammering as she searched for a word,
wondering what she should do to get past this.
"...err...um...uh...Chandrila! Yeah, Chandrila!" she
said, suddenly sounding much more confident. "I was
forced to tackle them both in order to free her from
the Rebel. I admit, I may have used too hard a
touch," she informed the doctor, not wanting to hide
anything from the medical staff. "I am not leaving
her side. I need to protect her," she said, puffing
up her chest, and getting up in the much larger
Ithorian's face. She swallowed under her helmet when
she was reminded about the baby, had she considered
that at the time she never would have done something
so foolish. Instead, she attached herself to
Sierra's gurney and began walking with it towards
the operating room.
that the orange armored woman wasn't going to back
off. The lady Ithorian couldn't help but make a face
as El-Nay explained what had happened. "You
*tackled* her? This woman is *pregnant*!" She said,
in case the Mandalorian had missed it before.
Alessandra let out a long sigh from both mouths.
"You may stay...but step back and let me do my work."
The doctor stopped beside her droids once they were
all inside of the operating room. The droids
immediately went to work, first focusing on the
baby. Doctor Bailo looked concerned. This was *not*
By now word
had made it towards Grand Moff Claudius Rodney that
his beloved wife had been injured. It was one thing
for her to have been hurt, but another thing
entirely now that she was pregnant. He did not say a
word the entire trip down the turbolift, but wild
speculation was running through his head. Did Mug
and Iyah betray her? Was it the Rebels? Something
else entirely? He needed answers, and he needed
Sierra to be okay. When he arrived he caught the
tail end of El-Nay's conversation with Doctor Bailo.
He did not hear about the Rebel attacking Sierra,
only about El-Nay's collision with her. "You!" he
said as he glared across the room at the orange
imbecile. "I should have known. I told my wife to
stay clear of you," he said, as his face turned red
with rage. His heart was pounding, and his breath
was heavy like a wild animal. He moved towards her
angrily, before grabbing hold of a large oxygen
tank. "You will pay for this," he said, before he
swung the tank down at the woman's unsuspecting
Governor..." El-Nay said, acting more the coward
than the warrior. She could not defend herself,
because she knew it would only lead more problems.
"I was trying to save her," she pleaded, but before
she could get in another word the tank collided with
the side of her head, causing her head to bounce
around inside of her helmet. Blood came forward from
her nose and mouth, and her eyes rolled back in her
head, before she dropped straight down onto her
knees. She grabbed hold onto the side of Sierra's
gurney, trying to hang on to it. Even now she did
not want to abandon her post. "Let ... me..." she
began, before choking on her blood and losing the
ability to speak. She tried to look up, but her
vision was blurry, and she was finding it harder and
harder to maintain her grip on the side of the
unsatisfied, bringing the tank down again to finish
the alleged Mandalorian. She had hurt his wife ...
potentially his burn son. She had proven herself to
be garbage, just as he had always suspected. As the
Mandalorian dropped to the ground he threw the tank
down on her one last time for good measure. He stood
over her body, but decided not to kick at her
because he knew the plates of armor would hurt him
more than it would hurt her. He was sweating
profusely, breathing endlessly, and practically
foaming at the mouth. "No one treats her until my
wife and unborn child are well. No one!" he ordered,
before stepping over her body and moving to be with
his beloved wife. His father had been murdered. His
mother had been driven to suicide. There had been
multiple attempts on his life and his children. Now
this ... he had lost his title and could not even
return to his home. He would *not* lose Sierra. He
would *not* lose his unborn son. And anyone who
tried would feel the wrath of an Imperial Grand Moff.
He could very much be the villain when prompted.
witnessed the whole event between the Grand Moff and
the woman who, seemingly, was semi-responsible for
Sierra Rodney's wounds. The man was absolutely
brutal in his attack. The first time El-Nay was hit
would have been enough, but he went as far as to hit
her *two* more times. The amount of patients in the
sick bay was growing. She was already mentally
calculating how injured the Mandalorian was.
Claudius Rodney was a man to be feared. Alessandra
developed a healthy fear of him right then and
there. Looking down at Sierra and the work in front
of her, she realized that *she* might be the next
person to feel his wrath if the worst case scenario
happened. What was even worse was that he remained
close, making her sweat beneath her scrubs as she
worked on his wife.
remained in the operating room for several hours.
Doctor Bailo was able to stabilize the woman fairly
quickly. Sierra was hooked up to several different
machines while Bruce had one of his own which
monitored his movements and the beating of his
heart. The boy had survived the attack, but his
mother had taken on her own set of injuries. Doctor
Bailo had to wonder exactly what happened with how
many broken bones her patient had in her torso. The
collision had to have been *very* hard. If Sierra
had not been pregnant, she would have sent the woman
to a bacta tank. Since she was, Alessandra was
forced to place bacta patches to inspire all of
Sierra Rodney's broken bones and wounds to heal
faster. "She'll need to relax for the next week."
Doctor Bailo informed Claudius Rodney after she had
moved Sierra into recovery. "I've thoroughly checked
on your son. It seems he was not affected by
whatever happened." Doctor Bailo had avoided looking
at El-Nay throughout the whole entire procedure. She
was concerned for the woman, but she didn't dare
lend her a hand until she received permission. In
the hospital bed, Sierra began to stir.
Rodney watched Doctor Bailo like a thranta. He
wanted *his* Doctor back looking her over, but his
brother had stolen him. His breathing had yet to
relax, and his hand was clinging to Sierra's
unbroken arm, as he was terrified to let go of her.
When she informed him that their child was alright
there was some relief, but there was still the
matter of Sierra. "Thank you, Doctor," he said,
diplomatically, but he did not take his eyes off his
beloved bride. His hand moved to her head, gently
rubbing her head with his hand, and running through
her blonde hair. "Come back to me," he whispered
sweetly. Everything he wanted out of life was laying
right there on that gurney. He was nothing without
Sierra now. He had not given El-Nay a second thought
... they could flush her out an airlock for all he
cared. She had hurt his wife ... she was dead to
nodded her head. She realized then that she had
sweat so much with him around that her scrubs were
damp. She had even noticed her hands shaking at one
point as she tried to treat Sierra. The Ithorian
made herself scarce as soon as her job was done.
There was another patient who needed her help now,
if she had managed to survive. With the help of the
droids, El-Nay was loaded up onto a gurney. Doctor
Bailo had no doubts about this one: El-Nay was going
to the bacta tank to spend her recovery there.
Hopefully she would survive...
It had been
hours since she lost her battle with remaining
conscious. Repeatedly, Sierra was presented with the
same nightmare. Each time she awoke, she saw
Claudius seated beside her bed with his head in his
hands. Doctor Tohan was there. Every time she woke,
he said three simple words that made her world
explode: I'm sorry milady. Sierra had sworn off her
wild missions. She didn't want to end up in this
situation again. Her life mattered too much. As
greatly as Claudius needed her, she needed him just
the same. That expanded to their unborn son. From
somewhere in these repeated nightmares, she could
hear the voice of her sweet husband drawing her back
to reality. "Claudius," she spoke quietly, her blue
eyes fluttering open. Reality wasn't like the
nightmare. He didn't look like a man who had just
lost his son. "Is Bruce..?" She began, stopping when
she felt a sudden, strong kick. His movements kept
Sierra's worries at bay when she wasn't injured.
"He's okay, isn't he?" She felt so weak and tired.
How could this have happened? She remembered it all:
El-Nay, the pain. Her hand squeezed Claudius'
tightly. "I'm so sorry, my love. I didn't intend for
this to happen. I took Callista home. I was
attacked." She wanted him to know that she hadn't
betrayed her promise to him. Despite what she had
been through, she looked like she felt *very* guilty
for what had happened.
on the edge of his seat when Sierra stirred, and he
leaned forward over the gurney until he was hovering
over her. "Bruce is fine. You're going to be fine,"
he said, smiling down at her, as he continued to rub
her head. "Try not to talk. Don't apologize. You'll
have to rest for a week," he told her, before
leaning down just a little further to place a kiss
upon her lips briefly. "We can sort out what
happened later. Right now you need to rest. Do you
need anything?" he asked her, practically clutching
her, as he leaned back to give her some breathing
room. In that moment he began to think that
everything was actually going to be okay. His
breathing slowly began to steady ... he would never
let his wife go off on one of these errands again.
Not unless she had a company of Storm commandos with
*both* survived the ordeal. Sierra smiled back at
her husband. "Thank goodness." She exhaled. She was
glad that El-Nay had followed her orders and taken
her back to her husband. There was no one else that
she trusted to be around when she was like
this...when she was weak and recovering. It did her
mind, and body, wonders to have him close. However,
it was going to be *really* hard for her to rest for
a full week. She kissed him, relieved that she would
live to see another day with her love. "I only need
you." She said to him, not thinking about where
El-Nay was. In the back of her mind, she assumed the Mandalorian was hiding from her husband. Her fingers
linked with his. "We cannot let this change the Max
Rebo concert." Sierra said, sounding momentarily
insane. "I made Dru really upset by going to see
Marcus and Zara on our special weekend. I don't want
to disappoint her again."
"You have me,
Sierra. You're never going to lose me. I love you,"
Claudius pledged to her, still clutching her arm.
"Forget Max Rebo. Forget Drusilla. You need to get
well," he told her, as he continued to fret over
her. "I'll handle Drusilla," he said to her, before
leaning forward again, until this time he kissed her
forehead. "I took care of that wretched El-Nay who
assaulted you," he told her, with pride, thinking he
had dispatched the woman who caused all this. When
the doctors were done he would turn her over to be
imprisoned with the other Mandalorian rebels, or
perhaps even put her into slavery to mine
Mandalorian iron for the Empire.
Tears began to
form at the edges of her eyes. The moment the
collision happened, Sierra had sworn it was over.
The extent of the pain she felt ruled out her
sanity. The worst part of dying would be missing out
on time with Claudius. She sniffed. "I love you.."
She held him harder. "I love you so much." Her heart
monitors reflected the way he made her heart
flutter. Mentally, her recovery process was
progressing along extremely well. She did feel
guilty about Drusilla, but there was little she
could do at the moment. With all the rescheduling
Sierra had to do, it would be Dru's actual birthday
before the concert happened.
confused when he explained that El-Nay had assaulted
her. The events that took place right before the
pain were not clear to her. "What?! She *assaulted*
me?" The Mandalorian had never treated her wrongly.
In fact, El-Nay had done much to keep her safe.
Sierra trusted El-Nay enough to allow her to watch
the children. That said a lot. Her eyebrows furrowed
as she thought about it. Callista. Gasping for air.
Pain. "She.. she.. She used her jetpack and collided
with me." She said, recalling the orange blur and
bracing for the collision. Sierra looked hurt. "Why
would she do that?" Her eyes fell to her tummy. She
really could have killed her *and* Bruce.
"I love you,
Sierra," Claudius said sweetly, never releasing his
hand on her. He loved her with his entire heart and
soul. "Yes. She admitted to it. I don't know why,
and I don't care why," he said to her, as he began
checking all of the monitors to ensure that she was
*really* okay. "I'll have her interrogated and sent
to prison ... or the mines," he told her, viciously,
as he continued to attend to her. "Do you remember
if Callista got home safely?" he asked, as the fate
of the young 'Princess' was of some concern to him.
She was, technically, his niece after all.
There was a
pain in Sierra's chest that wasn't associated with
her injuries. El-Nay had become a very close friend
to her. She felt like she had been betrayed, but
also that she didn't know the whole story. She
darkly wondered if someone had offered El-Nay a
hefty sum to take her out. Would that be enough to
shake the Mandalorian's commitment? Sierra watched
her husband. "I feel like a fool. Now I know, you're
the only person that I can *really* trust." She
didn't know if she could do anything to help El-Nay
out at this point. Hadn't she told El-Nay to bring
her here? Her head wasn't straight. Not yet. When
Claudius asked about Callista, she could distinctly
remember meeting with Mug and Iyah. "She did. She..
She kept calling the coronation a circumcision
again. I think her father thought something strange
was going on with crowns and circumcisions." Sierra
smiled, laughing softly. Mug, the man who made a
great first impression by choking on a scone. "I got
to meet your brother's children in Delaya." She
said, recalling the happy things she wanted to tell
her husband about. "Oh my gosh, they were so cute,
Claudius." You could hear the sound of her ovaries
"You're not a
fool, Sierra. You're far from it. You're kind.
You're loving. And your heart is open. Don't lose
that because of an imbecile in orange armor,"
Claudius said, as he continued to hover over her,
moving his hand occasionally through her blonde
curls. "Your pureness and goodness is what I'm
fighting for. To protect the good from the evils
caused by the Rebel terrorists," he reiterated, as
he moved his chair closer towards her. "Poor
Callista. She's so sweet. When she's older we'll
remind her about it and really embarrass her," he
suggested, nodding his head, as he slowly remembered
how to smile. "The twins? They were well?" he asked,
as he had not gotten a chance to meet them yet.
"Perhaps when Doctor Tohan is returned to us Marcus
and Zara can accompany him and bring the children so
that I can get a look at him," he suggested, not
being aware that a turf war would soon brew over
where the reunion would have to take place.
down. She was blushing. He was so kind to her.
Claudius always went above and beyond for her. Even
at this moment, he received Sierra and began making
her feel better about *everything*. If El-Nay truly
had done something to her maliciously, then Claudius
didn't blame her for it. Her head tilted towards his
hand. "Thank you, my love." She wished they could
return home immediately. It would be easier to rest
in her own bed around the people she loved. Sierra's
eyes lit up. She laughed. "I agree! It would be
wrong of us not to tease her." It made her happy to
see him smile again. Her hand reached up, brushing
over his cheek. "Mhm. Both of them are healthy. I
even got to feed Darrus. Their daughter was sleeping
for most of my visit." She would *really* like to
see the twins again. "That would be great. When the
time comes, I'll ask Marcus." After all, she needed
to talk to him about the Drusilla situation. She had
no expectations there. Dru was spoiled, after all.
to move her broken arm, which was currently healing
inside of a cling with the touch of a bacta patch.
It still wasn't ready for use. See? She was going to
have a difficult time taking it easy. With her one
arm, she hugged her husband tightly. "I'm so
relieved that everything is okay." She kissed him.
This would only serve to pull them closer, just like
every other obstacle in their lives. Each day
solidified one single fact: Sierra couldn't live
without her husband.
"When the time
comes," Claudius repeated, with a firm nod of his
head. "Right now you're going to lay in this bed
until Doctor..." he began, but then stopped, looking
towards the overhead lighting. "Doctor... Doctor..."
he again repeated, searching, but he could not find
her name. "The Ithorian woman!" he said, finally,
giving up on trying to recall her name. "I want my
doctor back. His name I can remember. I'm too old
and set in my ways to learn a new doctor and their
ways," he said, as he let out a sigh. He was always
competitive with his younger brother, but being
older he was used to losing. He had lost his title
and now his physician. In many ways that was
intolerable. The apple that was Drusilla had not
fallen as far from the tree as must suspected.