Claudius Rodney, his whole family, plus one, had
returned to the Retributor. It was early enough in
the day that Sierra didn't want to go home and wait
for him. She had taken Ewwiekewwieikkie and Callista
into her office. According to his schedule, he was
about to be free of another terrible meeting with
the tactical officer. Callista was seated in
Sierra's chair with its back to the door. She swung
her legs back and forth, unable to reach the floor.
In her hands, she held the picture that she had
drawn. "I can't wait to see him!" Callista said
happily. Claudius had somehow topped the turbolift
in her mind. She would get to the turbolift ... as
soon as she gave her picture to the ambassador of
seated on the ground with Ewwiekewwieikkie eating a
snack-sized portion of pudding. She'd gotten one for
each girl, but ended up surrendering half of hers to
Ewwiekewwieikkie after she'd drooled in it. "He'll
be back any minute now." She promised Callista. As
soon as she heard the doors begin to open, she
swiveled Callista in her seat so she was ready to
greet whoever came in. She was thrilled with the
whole situation. She had never been on the
Retributor. Like Ewwie said, the ship was *huge*!
Today was the best day of her life!
The door to
the office opened suddenly revealing the beleaguered
presence of Grand Moff Claudius Rodney, who indeed
had just come from a meeting at the holotank,
reviewing reports of activity of the nearby systems.
He was so weary that he had gotten several steps
into his office before realizing he was not alone. A
smile appeared on his face as he saw Sierra, running
towards her with the energy of a man half his age.
His hands connected with her, lifting her up in the
air, and spinning her around with excitement. As he
placed her down he apologized with his facial
expression, worrying about their son. His face moved
towards hers, placing a kiss upon her lips and
allowing it to hold there for quite some time. But,
as the kiss broke he noticed Ewwiekewwieikkie was
back. And, was that Callista? There was some relief
in him, as he looked towards them, although he
wondered where Drusilla was. Jelena, he assumed,
would not have come back. "You're alright?" he asked
her, his face growing nervous as he waited for a
incredible to watch how he brightened right up when
he saw his wife. Sierra grinned brightly. It was so
good to be home. While she would never let anyone
know what had happened in El-Nay's ship, it had
scared the daylights out of her. She didn't want to
die. Dying would mean leaving this amazing man to
deal with living alone... Claudius simply wasn't
that lucky! She felt her age and weightless as he
spun her in the air. Pleased beyond pleased, Sierra
shared a loving kiss with him. "I missed you too."
She smiled brightly. She could hear Callista
giggling excitedly. The little girl was already
making her way towards them. Sierra nodded her head.
"Yes. I'm fine. Are you okay..? Drusilla is
currently pouting somewhere on the ship. I'll tell
you more about that in private." She couldn't bite
her tongue about Rikka anymore. The woman had made
her very angry. All of a sudden, she felt an small
arm wrap around her.
Callista said, attempting to squeeze both her aunt
and her uncle. She looked up to Claudius, smiling.
She offered him the picture she had drawn of them.
"My daddy said I could come stay with you! We can
have tea parties again!" She hugged tighter. "Auntie
said she'd fit me into your sc-sc-scheduel..." She
said, thinking that to be right.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was equally excited to see her
father, and she moved quickly behind Callista, and
began climbing up her back until she was standing on
her shoulders. As the two stood one on top of the
other they were tall enough to be a normal sized
person and she wrapped her pudding stained hands
around Sierra and Claudius. "Daddy, Dru says we have
a new grandmama!" she said, as she thought this was
a wonderful thing, unaware of the complex
relationship between Rikka and Sierra. To her it was
a good thing!
overwhelmed by the affection showered upon him by
his wife, then his niece, and finally his daughter.
He nearly collapsed under the weight of it. "I am
now," he said to Sierra, very fortunate to have her
back. "When is she not pouting?" he said to Sierra,
rolling his eyes, as he was just happy to have her
back regardless of the mood she was in. "Commander,
see to it that the tea party is placed in my
schedule," he ordered, playfully, as he returned to
the business of family. But when Ewwiekewwieikkie
mentioned a new grandmother he panicked, wondering
what she meant. Then it dawned on him ... Rikkka. He
grew concerned, turning his attention on his wife
nervously. "She survived?" he asked, grimly, as he
moved in to tighten his arms around her. If true,
she needed it.
Callista tried to balance herself with Ewwie on her
shoulders. It lasted long enough that she had the
chance to hug her father before the little girl fell
backwards, diving right into a tickle fight with
Ewwie. "*Tickles*!" Her excitement didn't stop when
she heard her uncle confirm that a tea party was in
the future. "Yayyyy!" It was clearly a much better
decision for Callista to be there than on New
Alderaan. Mug would have to dive into the belly of
the beast in order to save Callista's mother. All of
a sudden, the little girl poked her head up. "Turbolift!?"
She asked Ewwie with big, brown eyes. "Pwease? Up?
Down? Up? Down?"
started to boil just hearing Ewwiekewwieikkie
lightly mention Rikka. Angry tears threatened to
escape her eyes. She'd never stop hating her mother.
It all stopped when her husband comforted her.
Sierra fell into his arms. She held him to her
tightly. "Yes..." She nodded slowly. She could hear
Ewwiekewwieikkie and Callista romping off together
in the direction of the closest turbolift. "That
woman really does not learn. After what happened at
the baby shower, I'd have expected her to leave me
be. Instead, she went and befriended Drusilla." She
took his hand, guiding him towards his office where
they could sit and talk.
bright spot of what the Empire did to Delaya was the
thought that your mother had been a casualty,"
Claudius informed her, looking down as he spoke
those shameful words. "I do confess it, although it
is a cruel thought to have," he said, as he reached
out his hand and took Sierra's hand into his own,
squeezing it. "She will never get aboard this
vessel," he vowed to her, as he was led into his
office, quickly taking a seat as it had been a long
day. "Perhaps she will be killed when the Empire
attacks the Rebel base on New Alderaan," he said,
with a nod of his head, and revealing his intentions
to her for the first time.
her head and nodded it slowly. "As cruel as it is, I
agree with you. I slept well thinking she had been
part of Alderaan's destruction. She even managed to
escape Delaya. That woman may never pay for her
crimes." She lowered herself beside him. One of her
hands remained in his. She was happy to be home
again. She sighed. Claudius was right. Rikka could
never reach her on the Retributor. Their family was
safe here, and on Esseles for that matter. "She knew
so much. She implied that you had abdicated in front
of Drusilla. She also made it out like it was my
fault. And Dru, being Dru, listened. The tantrum was
even worse than the yacht one. I didn't realize she
could scream like that..."
something he said that stood out like a sore thumb:
when the Empire attacks the Rebel base on New
Alderaan. There were mixed feelings inside of her.
What of Mug Zoran and his family? What of Jelena?
What about the refugees? The dutiful side of her
felt that it was a good idea to attack the Rebel
base. The Emperor would be very pleased by such an
aggressive sacking of the Rebels. "Attack it? When?
It would be an easy victory. I've seen it with my
own two eyes. There isn't much there right now. The
Rebels are stretched too thin to properly protect
it." She looked up at him. "As far as Rikka goes ...
third time's the charm?" She winked. It certainly
seemed to be in his situation!
about Drusilla's behavior. I should have created a
courtesy title for her before I abdicated," Claudius
said, with a sigh, as he leaned back in the chair.
He was tempted to bribe her, but he knew Sierra
would not approve of that. "I don't know. It is not
in my oversector. It is in the Outer Rim
territories. Grand Moff Kaine will conduct the
attack once we inform him of its location," he said,
as he moved to the tea service that was always in
his office. "Would you like some?" he asked, as he
poured himself a cup. Assuming she would want one,
he went ahead and poured her a cup, before moving
back towards the seating area with the tea. He took
a small sip of it, as he allowed himself to relax
now that his wife and children were back. "I take it
there was no battle then?" he asked, before taking a
sip of tea. "Was El-Nay in trouble?" he asked,
hoping she was, and he would be proven right. He
leaned forward, placing the tea down, before
shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Did you see
Jelena?" he asked her, awkwardly, as he cleared his
We'll have to make it up to her someday when she
marries... What a scary thought." She listened to
him while a worry began to form in her gut. "Ah,
yes, please." She said in regards to his question.
It seemed her stomach had decided to be uneasy
again. Tea seemed to help that. She took the cup
from him. Its warmth felt nice after the ordeal in
El-Nay's ship. "No battle. The bastard had both the
girls. They were well taken care of. I don't think
that man would ever hurt a child." Sierra smirked.
"When *isn't* El-Nay in trouble? I'm sure Kerrie
will jump down her throat once she reaches the
Void." She hoped the trouble wasn't *too* bad. The
whole trip had made her feel much closer to the
woman. "...I did see her. She was understanding that
I couldn't save her Rebel Commander. Sadly, she's
become some appointed leader in their community. If
Grand Moff Kaine was to attack, we'd need to tell
her whatever necessary to get her back home." Sierra
sipped her tea. She didn't know how much longer
she'd be capable of slipping in and out of New
Alderaan. She rested her tea on the replacement
coffee table and sat back with her hands on her
stomach. "Do you ever wish that you could simply
hold them all in the house against their free will?"
attitude I fear no one will want to marry her now
that she is without title," Claudius said,
confessing the fears that every father has. "I did
not spend much time with him, but he seemed a
simpleton. Harmless, but misguided," he said, before
taking another sip of his tea. "She's the what..?"
he asked, never having expected his daughter to have
assumed such a role. Suddenly he felt sick, and his
lunch was coming back on him. He seemed pale and
grew silent. This was more than a simple cup of tea
could resolve. "Sierra..." he said, shaken, as his
hand trembled, spilling the tea as he set it back
down. "Sierra the Empire must never learn the
location of New Alderaan. I would never be able to
spare Jelena if she is indeed the leader there. We
must do our utmost to protect it," he pleaded with
her, in an open act of treason. "Can you trust
El-Nay? That location could be worth a lot of
credits to the Empire," he asked, wondering if he
should order Kerrie to silence the Mandalorian ...
undoubtedly be difficult to marry Drusilla off. If
luck had their side, then someone with a title would
approach her and all would be well. Thankfully, that
was a few years off yet. Sierra could rest assure
knowing that, so far, she only needed to worry about
marrying off one daughter. She watched the color
drain from his face. Her stomach lurched sideway.
She expected to see his lunch any second now. Her
heart thumped. She knew what he was asking of her.
More importantly, she knew that she'd commit treason
with her husband to keep Jelena safe. She stood,
grasping both of his hands. "Yes. She is
trustworthy. There's no need to have her silenced.
It is unlikely that she even remembers the location
at this point." She perched herself on the arm of
his chair where she could embrace him. "We can keep
this information secret. We can keep *Jelena* safe."
There was no way that the Empire had discovered the
location as of yet. It was well hidden within the
vast galaxy. If the Empire did know, there would
already be an attack on the rise.
the game of turbolift tag the lift had unexpectedly
reached the bridge. When the door opened,
Ewwiekewwieikkie tagged Callista, before running
down the command walkway, bumping into an office and
diving into a crew pit to hide. She gasped when she
landed in the pit as her eyes caught sight of all of
the flashing lights and button. "What this do?" she
asked, before pushing a button. "And this?" she
asked before pushing another button. "And this?" she
continued, slapping down another button. Suddenly
the massive vessel began firing its turbolaser
batteries and dramatically altering its course,
sending into a near collision with the escorting
vessels. Alarms began to sound as the crew thought
they were under attack.
Augustus Hood, the Retributor's taskmaster of a
first officer, was not at all amused with the Grand
Moff's alien 'daughter' bumped into her. "Stop her!
Stop her at once!" he demanded, but it was too late.
She was too quick for him and any of his men, and
she had descended into the crew pits before anyone
could stop her. He rushed towards the pit, but as he
arrived the yaw of the ship began to quickly alter,
causing him to stumble backwards. "Get her away from
there. Shoot her if you have to!" he barked, as he
grabbed hold of a railing to correct his balance. He
"Oh no! Oh
no!" Lieutenant Bethany Sheppard, the Retributor's
young helmsman said, as she was pushed away from her
controls by Ewwiekewwieikkie. "Stop! Don't push
that," she said, as she tried to pull her away from
the controls. As the ship began to move out of
position she feared for her career, and even her
life. *Finally* the Squib moved out of the way, but
found her way towards the weapons controls. "No.
This isn't a game!" she said, as she heard the
commander start yelling. She quickly moved to the
terminal to begin getting the ship back on course
when she felt and heard the sound of them colliding
with another vessel. She cringed, visibly shaking,
as she tried to get the massive vessel back on the
original heading. The ship did not respond quickly,
nor could it stop on a credit. Oh how she wished she
was flying something as nimble as a TIE.
The tea party
between Sierra and her husband came to a quick
closer when the Retributor lurched hard all of a
sudden. She clung to the chair as she nearly fell
backwards. Their cups slid off of the table and
shatter. "What the..?" Was she cursing ships today?
Was the Retributor about to have some massive
problem, or were they being attacked? A laser was
visible through the viewport. Sierra quickly rose to
her feet. If they were truly being attacked, then
the Grand Moff would be needed at the bridge, not
hiding in his office with his wife. She offered him
a hand to help him up should the ship twist in
another direction. Rushing out of the office and
into the turbolift, Sierra found Callista sitting on
the ground with her knees to her chest. The little
girl looked up at them and grinned brightly.
missed you*!" She hugged both of them. "We go up
now!" She declared, pressing buttons rapidly on the
turbolift. Sierra looked up at her husband. They
lived in insanity, a wonderful insanity. As the
turbolift crept upwards, it let out a screech of
exhaustion. Ewwiekewwieikkie and Callista had
already made it work so hard. They barely made it up
two floor before the lift came to an awkward stop.
Its doors were closed tightly. For the second time
today, Sierra was stranded.
Commander Hood moved towards the comm system to
inform the Governor what had happened. "Milord, your
... daughter ... has gotten into the crewpits and
caused the ship to descend out of control, colliding
with our escort, and has also managed to fire the
turbolasers," he explained, nonplussed, as he was
one of the xenophobic officers of the Imperial
officer corps who despised aliens like the Squib.
"Shall I have the Stormtroopers collect her, or will
you be retrieving her?" he asked, hoping that he was
too busy, and that the Stormtroopers would be able
to *deal* with the Squib.
Ewwiekewwieikkie. You're going to get me in
trouble," Lieutenant Sheppard pleaded with the girl,
trying to get her out of the crewpit once and for
all. "I think my parents sent a care package. Maybe
there's cookies? We could go see!" she begged,
frantically, as she tugged at her with all of her
might. She was not getting anywhere, but at least
the Squib was not able to get back near the controls
either. Despite the permission from Commander Hood,
she would *not* shoot the girl.
what?!" Claudius exclaimed over the calm, doing his
best to compose himself after Sierra burst from the
room. "No, no. No Stormtroopers, Commander," he
said, as he rose from his chair and began moving
towards the turbolift. "I will be right there," he
ordered, but when he pushed the button to call the
lift nothing happened. Again he pushed the button,
impatiently, but there was no indication that the
lift was even moving. "What else could go wrong?" he
asked himself, angrily, as he stomped his foot in
the manner of his daughter, Drusilla. "Sierra, the
lift is not responding. If you're on the command
level can you collect Ewwiekewwieikkie?" he asked
her over the comm, not wanting the Stormtroopers to
be called in.
Callista squeaked. She had ridden the turbolift
repeatedly so many times that she realized instantly
that something was up. "Why isn't it working? I fix
it!" The little girl began jumping up and down.
Despite the lightweight of her body, it felt like
the turbolift was shaking. Sierra sunk down to sit
on her rear on the ground. She examined the doors
while also trying to keep Callista calm. "It's okay.
Don't worry. We won't be stuck here for long.
Remember? Ewwie is out there. She'll save us." She
clawed at the metal doors of the lift. Unless she
developed so mutant powers right on the spot, there
was no lifting the doors. Over her comm, she heard
the familiar voice of her husband. She picked it up.
"I'd love to help you out but *I'm* in the turbolift.
It's broken." The cries of Callista could be heard
in the background of Sierra's voice. She hushed the
girl, bringing her in close. "Is Ewwiekewwieikkie
okay? Did she do something?" This was like nightmare
level scary for Sierra. She recalled being very,
very young and watching a terrible movie about a
deadly turbolift... *Gulp*. Her fingers ran through
Callista's long hair. "It's okay, see? Uncle
Claudius will help us."
*where*?!" Claudius exclaimed over the comm, feeling
completely helpless. "I *think* she's okay, but
she's the one responsible for the problems with the
ship. She got into the crewpits and crashed the
ship," he informed her, before pacing back and forth
in front of the turbolift door. "Hang on," he said,
before switching frequencies. "Engineering.
Commander Alexander. The main turbolift is stuck. My
wife and niece and trapped inside. Resolve the
problem. Immediately," he ordered the engineer,
before switching back over to his wife. "Help is on
the way. Hang on," he said, before he reached out
with his hand, placing it upon the cold metal that
separated him from his wife.
Governor," Commander Mark Alexander replied over the
comm, before switching his terminal to find the lift
in question. As he punched up the service log he
determined it had been used more than five times the
normal daily amount, which presumable wore out a
gearing mechanism. "Get a team to this level,"
immediately, he said before he left engineering and
began taking an auxiliary lift that would bring him
to the level where the lift had stalled. As he
rounded the corner he was joined by a team of
engineers who had a tool that would pry the door
open. Inserting it into the space between the door,
it quickly pulled apart and opened it, however, it
was only halfway up the level. "Are you alright,
Commander?" he asked, as he knelt down to the
opening and looked into the lift. He crawled in half
way, which meant if the lift fell down his body
would be cut in half, but it was all in the line of
the duty. "Quick. Hand me the girl," he said, as he
reached out with both of his hands. Outside the lift
the engineers were holding onto his legs and
attempting to diagnose the problem.
reported to her what had happened, Sierra sighed.
"Okay. Hang on," they both said it at the same time,
jumping to a different frequency. "Commander Hood,"
she started. "I am on my way to retrieve
Ewwiekewwieikkie. The turbolift I'm in so broken...
So let's try something else. Put the comm near her,
please." Sierra leaned back against the wall of the
lift. She decided right then that after all this
mess had cleared up, she was going to gather the
family and shoo them off to Esseles. At home, the
dangers were minimal. "Ewwiekewwieikkie..." Sierra
started, forcing her voice to become cheerful and
not indicate that she was feeling scared. "I've got
some Wookie cookies in my office. Why don't you go
eat them? There's a whole unopened box." She tried
to seduce her Squib daughter with the promise of
treats. She rapidly switched frequencies to hear
Claudius. "Thank you, dear. I'm taking care of
Ewwiekewwieikkie. One sec." She flipped back to the
other frequency. "Commander Hood, is she still
All of a
sudden, Commander Alexander had arrived. Still
clutching the crying little girl, Sierra responded.
"Yes, I'm alright." She turned to Callista. Her
tunic was soaked with tears and snot. "Callista,
this nice man named Commander Alexander is going to
help you. Don't worry...don't cry. He's nice."
Sierra promised, wiping the little girl's cheeks.
"We're all going to go home after this. You and
Ewwie will be playing again soon."
sniffed. Her face was a snotty mess. She looked up
at the man who had appeared out of *nowhere*.
"H-hi..." She turned her head, rubbing it back
against Sierra's chest. "O-Okay. I wanna go to
Ewwie's house." She began perking up just as Sierra
picked her up and handed her off to the Commander.
"See? Nothing to worry about." Sierra smiled calmly.
On the inside, she'd rather take the stairs from
here on out!
Ewwiekewwieikkie yelled, as she heard Sierra's voice
over the comm. She placed her paws on the walkway
above her and tried to pull herself up, but she
struggled, her little legs dangling beneath her and
flailing wildly. From behind, Lieutenant Sheppard
gave her a boost to get her up onto the walkway and
out of their lives. "Om nom nom," she squealed, as
she bounded back down the walkway to get to where
the cookies were supposed to be.
Commander," Commander Hood replied over the comm to
the Governor's adjutant, before posting guards at
the entry of the bridge. "Your little ruse seems to
have worked," he informed her, before turning his
attention to Lieutenant Sheppard. "You're on report
for failure to stop her," he barked at the young
woman. "Get me a damage report," he ordered, as he
took charge of the situation now that the 'creature'
Alexander smiled at Callista as he took her firmly
in his hands and held her securely. "Hi!" he said
back, before looking over his shoulders. "Pull us
out," he said, as the engineers pulled both him and
Callista out of the turbolift. Once the little girl
was secure he knelt down to examine her carefully.
"Wait here, okay? I'm going to go get your aunt," he
said, before returning towards the turbolift.
Suddenly it lurched downward, narrowing the opening
to the lift. "Rig something," he ordered his men,
before he crawled into the much tighter opening and
reached towards Sierra. "Now would be a good time,"
he said to her, joking, as he reached out to her.
were resolved. Ewwiekewwieikkie would be distracted,
briefly, by wookie cookies. Sierra kept a stash of
them within their living quarters. After all, you
never knew when they were going to need to lure a
Squib somewhere. She watched as Callista was
carefully taken out of the lift. "Are you a super
hero!?" The little girl asked Commander Alexander.
"I think you're a super hero! You saved me!" She
wrapped her arms around his neck at the first chance
and squeezed. "Thankies, Mister!" Callista was
content to sit on the floor and wait for the man to
save her auntie. "You can do it!" She cheered.
turbolift, Sierra was not a happy camper. The lift
let out a groan and moved downwards. At this point,
she was looking rather green. The area left for her
to squeeze out of was not very large. She quickly
took his hands. Her small hands were shaking. "I
think we can both be thankful that this didn't
happen in a few months." She closed her eyes. The
lift let out another exhausted groan. She did her
best to suck in her stomach (and her ass).
Claudius had navigated himself to another turbolift
and risen to level where the rescue operation was
taking place. Once Commander Alexander had Sierra he
joined the technicians in pulling them both to
safety. When her butt, which was considerable, got
wedged in the opening he gave a strong pull to send
them both crashing out onto the floor. Just as soon
as she was free the turbolift went plunging to the
bottom of the lift in a crash that surely would have
killed anyone inside. "Welcome home," he said to his
wife, as he looked down at her, sprawled out on the
floor. He extended his hand to help her up, smiling
from ear to ear.
Noooo! She was
stuck! Doomed by her own behind, Sierra felt
incredibly embarrassed. All of a sudden, she was
thrust forward into a pile of technicians. "T-Thank
you, Commander." No sooner was she safe did the
turbolift give in and plunge to the bottom of the
shaft. Sierra looked like a drenched kitten. It was
scary! She looked up, finding the love of her life
there. She let out a breath. Taking his hands, she
stood. "Without a doubt, this is the best home out
there." Ignoring the presence of the technicians,
she kissed her husband. It was quick yet still
affectionate enough to remind him of how much she
loved him. There was no where she wanted to be more
than right here by his side.