Padme

Padme was the perfect woman of the perfect age, and while some certainly would consider her a whore – she was a Lady and one does not ask a lady her age. Her hair was red and flowing like a river of divine fire, her eyes the color of the sky on a rainy day of sorrow by the sea. Her complection was pale, her skin was soft and adorned with thousands of golden freckles. Her body nubile, young and fit and fertile.

She was a sexual and curious beeing, a butterfly going from flower to flower gathering the nectar of lust and pleasure. Her curiousity and keen mind had driven her to learn what she could from her many lovers; and when she became the rebel leaders girlfriend he thaugth her that the tyrany of this world can not be tolerated.

When the solitary warrior in the jetblack heavy combatarmour entered their chamber no warning had reached them, and Padme would later learn that he had killed every single rebel on his way to the heart of the bunker. Padme had once been with a man like Sgt. Hobbes and knew a little of his kind, and even as he was slaugthering her brave and noble lover she calmly said 'I am a civilian. I have the knowledge to free you.'

Sgt. Hobbes froze, tree heavy drops of blood, like tree heavy heartbeats, fell from the edge of his combatknife and his voice, guttural and thick said '... how?' 'Your masters have lost their signal unless you have destroyed the whitenoise-generator. The medical room have the equipment to find all trackingdevices and I have the knowledge and nescesary skill to remove them. We have a small tactical nuke which will erase alle traces, and I have the contacts to keep you hidden from the eyes of your masters until your new path becomes clear to you.'

They escaped and traveled to Seul where she had a boyfriend who was a painter and known for his solitary ways. She told the boyfriend that some powerfull guy she had been with had turned out to be a psycopath and that all seven fucking hells was on her tail, and asked if she could live a few days with him. Kim, who was a jealus guy, asked 'what about your guy over there?' But Padme shrugged it away. 'Don't mind him he's my nobody bodyguard.'

There was no rumor. Only the two of them knew and Thomas Hobbes knew it was good, even if his heart acked when he saw her play affectionatley, and fuck passionatly, with this refined; cultured, soft, civilian. He was strangley pleased and a little paranoid to realize that this girl was no mere 'civilian'.