An interruption on the way there

After Trace was released from the tank she was given a set of clothes. As usual, the skirt was unmodest and the shirt and jacket combo showed off her generous cleavage. While she was getting dressed Trace took a moment to finger herself. Not for pleasure but just to confirm something. She sighed in annoyance as she found she was right. Her pussy was tight as a virgin's and her hymen had been restored by the bacta bath. She knew her ass was in the same state and knew that some officer would demand her presence sooner or later to claim her 'cherry'. If she was quick she could just get one of her sisters to deal with it, they would be far gentler than most of the other potential 'claimants' but for now, she would have to just hope she went unnoticed as she made her way down the hall with the nurse towards where Elayne was waiting.

As Trace thought of her she realized that the solution to her problem was right there. Elayne could take her. She could give herself fully to her, let her use her as she wanted. Elayne wouldn't be cruel, she would be everything Trace needed. If she beat her or hit her it would only be out of love. It she brutally shoved the hilt of her lightsaber in Trace's ass it would only be because she wanted Trace to feel pleasure. It would be an act of benevolence for her to put on a massive strapon and **** it within Trace's cunt, it would be to train her so she felt no pain if another did it later. To protect her from what the droids did to prisoners. Trace felt herself getting wet as she thought of Elayne's angry face. A face of rage for those who had taken what was obviously hers. Something that she cared about. Something that she loved.

She and the nurse ran into an officer. Not literally but he held up a hand that stopped them just the same.

"That's a nice clone there. Are you using her or can I get her lips on my cock for a moment?" He asked the nurse. How dare he? Asking someone to use her like she was a piece of meat. Elayne would never stand for that. Before the nurse even had a chance to respond. Trace stepped forward. Her face calm and hiding the anger within.

"No, you can't. However, you can get my foot up your ass if you're really hurting for some stimulation." She said, her calm tone made it take a second for the words to register but when they did both the nurse and the officer looked at her in shock. The officer reared back his hand and attempted to slap her but she caught it on the way down. There was fear in the officers eyes as he encountered a situation he'd never considered before. How dare he try to hurt me? Trace thought as her arm was rearing back with her hand in a fist. The nurse intervened, forcibly getting between Trace and the officer preventing her from doing something that could get her thrown in the brig or worse.

"I'm sorry sir, this clone was exposed to a chemical agent. It causes intense anger and disobedience. I'm taking her to a Jedi to resolve it." At the word 'Jedi' Trace calmed down, she was going to Elayne. This officer was merely in the way. She could get through by letting the nurse talk.

The officer saw an out and took it. "See that it gets resolved. I want her sent to my quarters when it is." As if he would actually know her from another clone. The nurse assured him that he would before quickly escorting Trace along before she could have another outburst. He occasionally looked at her like one did a caged animal that had a flimsy lock. He had obviously never seen this kind of behavior before. Trace didn't pay him any mind. She was getting closer to Elayne now.