Ashley, The run away knight.

As the colossal ship, Liberty III glides effortlessly through light space, Ashley was sleeping soundly in her bed. The moment the great ship was rocked out of hyper-space by a massive explosion, the dark haired beauty was jolted out of her slumber, as her chamber was thrown violently to the side and it's glass dome shattered into thousands of pieces.

The first thought that crossed her mind was that something had gone terrible wrong. Harsh red warning lights blossomed in her room moments later, but surprisingly there was no warning over the intercom system to say what was happening.

Still in her simple white panties and white tank top she carefully stood and moved out of the field of glass picking up her trusted energy blade, which appeared at the moment as nothing more then a hilt, wrapped with white cloth.

Stepping out into the hallway she could hear blaster fire and the unmistakable sound of combat droids as their metal feet strike the floor. The Freedom III held a small **** of droids, but most of the ten-thousand or so troops were flesh and blood people.

Moving towards the sound, she'll spot three unknown battle droids who have a woman pinned down in one of the small living quarters. A forth droid lays on the ground near the door where she had ducked into.

These droids were vastly different then any she had seen, clearly modified, each sporting mechanical dildos, as if someone had specifically designed them to sadistically hunt down and **** women.

Much like Ashley the woman is wearing only a tight tank top over her impressive chest as she pops out to take another shot at one of the three who continue to hammer at the door way. From the glimpse she caught the woman has long wavy blonde hair and has an eye patch over her right eye, her left eye is a strange reddish color and has a scar running down the middle of it.

None of the battle droids had spotted Ashley and she knew the woman's luck would likely run out before to long.