Her form slips quietly through the enemy's grounds, her mission simple, seek and retrieve and come back safely, DO NOT CONFRONT THE ENEMY, she can still her commander's voice a hiss as he almost yells this order out. She knows he means no real harm he wants her to succeed, to be not only the first Woman to enter the ranks of the company, but the first women to show the others that women can and will succeed in the act of war,spying, and taking on deadly missions. How the men laughed when her slender form came in the barracks. She could still hear their cruel laughter their mean taunts. "Well look here we have our own maid." She snorts almost aloud as she weaves through huge boxes and barrels of the enemy's storage of supplies. Catches herself before the sound emits through the night air to give her away. Her feet hit down in silence, as she clings to the shadows. Suddenly she stops, pulling in her breathe sharply as she tilts her head, crotching down her long hair brushing the dirty metal. Is that a sound? She shakes her head and begins her silent weaving around the objects of the storage house, slipping quietly out into the chainlink yard, still not having found the thing she came for, the moon hangs in the air like a street light, as she hisses silently at her luck. She presses her back to the remaining shadows as her eyes scan the yard for movement. Her breath coming slow and control, as her slender hand slinks down to curl against her lightsaber. Once a movie fad, then a child's toy of years and years of the past, now a deadly weapon come to light as her small gloved fingers caress the handle more so in a comforting way to herself. She remembers stories where long ago people used animals to gaurd places like this. Dogs she remembers. A quiet chuckle tickles her throat at the thought, as she begins to move again. In and out her tone slender form weaves, taking to what shadows she can find. She turns around a corner of boxes, and almost runs into it. She freezes as her eyes shift over it's form, her dark eyes narrow as she sees what comes to stop her, anger flashes briefly before she can gain control of her emotions, her fingers clench tightly to the saber. A droid of sorts, man with machinel parts built right into his flesh. Human but not human. She tilts her head as the creature that use to be human stands there, most likely scanning his half mechanial brain for authorization of her being here. Her eyes slowly take in his measurements. Sweet Gods he must have her by 250 pounds. And look at those dang weapons. Her eyes drag up to the eyes as she takes in a sharp breath. Blue eyes. Why he's more human than machine. What an oddity, yet still a cruelity to this once whole human. She watches hearing her commander's voice telling her duties. If you meet up with anyone run! You must run and DO NOT CONFRONT THE ENEMY. Her lips twitch into amused smile as she notices the creature before finally come to his commands from within his system that someone or something built into him, there is a flicker of the blue eyes, one she knows too well, they plainly speak without words. Destroy the intruder. A soft chuckle presses out against her lips, as she pushes her orders out of her own head, the commanders demands fading as she decides to make a stand against the poor creature before, ignoring the sharp weapons attached to his huge form, or the deadly gun strapped and welded to his shoulder. She has always been a rebel, and she will accomplish and succeed this mission, she presses the button of the saber's handle, it singing to life with a soft buzzing as she makes her stand, her arm pointing out to a clearing she smiles with amusement as her words caress the swells of her lips....Wanna Dance Stranger? Credits: Daz...Vickie, Mike Free Stuff from Rnedercity...Vic outfit, Preditor, Fenced in yard, Lightsaber, background Ponytail...Oh Betty Morph Morphs, Lights, Added Textures, Pose, Etc...Mine Short Story inspired by the picture....Mine Thank you for veiwing...