Amongst the white forest of the Rosskayan Tundra, a woman dressed in heavily furred snow gear trudges hastily through the snow beneath her, 1,000,000+ Credits worth of jewelry hoisted in her arms. Beneath the snow gear, she was completely naked, because she had to leave the place where she unlovingly made love to one of the richest men in Paranorm very quickly, and the fur was the quickest thing she could put on before leaving. Her skin was almost callused in goosebumps, and her skin was blanched. Her breath billowed out of her mouth in large, quick clouds, not only quick because of exhaustion, but because of terror. She knew she was being followed by the man she stole this jewelry from. Suddenly, the harbinger of her terror bellowed from the distance behind her: "[b][i]OH LUCY...! COME BACK SO WE CAN TWIST, BABY, COME ON! ONE MORE TIME BEFORE I SLIT YOUR FUÇKING THROAT![/i][/b]" Her cheeks, once blushing from the low temperature, paled in dread like the rest of her body. She quickened her pace, transforming her movement from a quick trudging to an awkward high-step sprint through the snow. Lucy was not her name; Lilith was. Lucy was the name given to her by that tyrant man she slept with just about an hour ago. He gave all of his slaves of sex cutesy names like Lucy and Betsy and Debby and anything else with a "y" at the end because that sounded cute, that fit his fancy. Lilith hated that man. He deserved to be robbed. She could now hear the man's snow speeder kicking up snow behind it as it drove towards her. He was upon her again. She didn't look back, just kept running. The man cackled as he shut the engine of his steed off, and she heard his boots plant themselves into the snow and start to crunch it beneath them as he strode towards her. Lilith kept running before a loud wail rang out from the trees above her, and a large quadrupedal machine landed heavily in front of her. Snow blasted into her body as the thing's clawed feet sank into the ground, and she fell backwards, the jewelry scattered around her. The mech's head lurched forward on a long spined neck and glared down at her with 6 red eyes, chortling. "She's mine, Heckler." the man said to the mechanical beast as he walked upon them. His head now hang over Lilith's face like the mech's did, blocking the dim sunlight over head. Her vision adjusted to see his features. He had artificially tan skin, ageless with wealth. His black hair was gelled and slicked back, his face devoid of any facial hair. His nose was masculine, the ridge angled a bit outward, but still good looking. His eyes were a navy blue. His cheeks were flushed with alcohol. "Why'd you do it, Lucy?" he said with a puppy-like sorrow in his voice. "Why? Tell me." Lilith's eyes began to tear up. "Because I needed to escape you. I needed to do what was right. Because you, Ambassador Ramas, are a--" A moment later, Lilith's throat was opened by a blur of metal. Blood spurted from her neck, and she choked on it as she squirmed in the snow, dying. "Don't take my fuçking jewelry." the man, Ambassador Ramas, said finally to Lilith, and stood up. He was about 6'2, and 250 pounds with his size and muscle. He was 40 years old, but he didn't know that, because why bother trying to keep up with it when you're damned near ageless? He glanced at the thing that killed Lucy, his Sickle. It's steel crescent blade glinted with young blood. He wiped it off on his military-issue snow-camo jacket he wore. He sighed in annoyance as he began to gather his stolen jewelry from the snow around him. His Lurker, Heckler, chortled questionably as it loomed over Lucy's body. "Just leave it, Heck. Let the buzzards take her away." Ramas replies. After he gathered his gems and golden necklaces, he hoisted himself back onto the snow speeder. Heckler climbed back up into the white canopy over head, ready to follow Ramas's lead. He revved the engine, and drove back through the Tundra to his Red Fortress, away from his latest crime. ((Closed))