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The Padme stepped into the operating theatre, moving with a clumsy, loping gait that was more like that of a Gungan than the regal grace of the senator. She stepped up to Obi-Wan, so close that their bodies were almost touched. Obi-Wan stepped back. His plump buttocks pressed against the mirror behind him. He was hemmed in by reflections on all sides.

"Well, aren't you a cutie? They did good work on you. I can tell - I've seen a few Padme's in my time. Almost good enough to be the real thing," she cooed. Her eyes were inches from Obi-Wan's face as she studied the microscopic scars around the seam of his new face. "Beautiful freckle work. What did they use on you? Synthskin? No, the work is too exact. Cloned flesh, right?" She leaned closer to Obi-Wan's neck, inhaling. "Mm. I bet you even taste like her."

The color ran to Obi-Wan's face. "That is quite inappropriate! How do you know I'm not the real Senator?"

"Well, you certainly have her petulant tone down pat. Is that your real accent?" she giggled. "But no, you're not her. I know a fellow man when I see them. Inspecting the goods, were you?" Her hand slid over his, still gently cupping his right breast.

"I have no idea what you mean," Obi-Wan spluttered indignantly, snapping his hand to his side.

"Oh, don't be like that. It's just a little teasing between sisters. What's your name? I think we should be the best of friends." She leaned closer, her breasts crushing against Obi-Wan's own. Her hard nipples pressed into his supple flesh and to his horror his altered body betrayed him, responding in kind. Aghast, his gaze fell upon the half-drained vials of female hormones beside the surgical bed, sensing the fresh puncture marks in his arms where the droids had injected him in his sleep. He was practically swimming in the stuff.

"Nobody told us we were getting a new guy," the girl pouted as if denied a plaything. "Although it was only a matter of time after what happened to Eleven. When I saw the royal reconstruction room was in operation, I was curious. I like to be the first to break in fresh meat."

So much for top secrecy! No wonder they were losing so many decoys if this was the state of the program. And if they did have an information leak, this one certainly looked leaky. He'd come to know several of the decoys out in the field, the ones assigned to the senator's side, during the rare off hours when they allowed their persona to drop to rest and maintain their weapons, and found them all to be utterly dry, serious types; nothing like this flirtatious harlot. Was she probing him? he wondered, as her fingertips teased along his exposed midriff. For information, that was. He scrutinized her face while her parted lips hovered an inch from his, wondering if she might be the mole. He even extended his senses into the Force, feeling her emotional emanations for signs of deception. He came away feeling sticky, soiled by the hot waves of lust oozing from her.