Felucia

It had been another tough day fighting the Separatists on Felucia. Your squadron lost another 20 men and morale was low when you returned to the barracks. You had two problems, the morale problem and the fact that you were horny, you believed that both of the problems can be solved at once. You strip down to your underwear and you leave your room and walk over to the clones quarters.

As you walk into the quarters you are thrilled, all these fine, fit men in nothing but boxers.

"General Secura!?!?" the Commander says surprised. "What are you doing here?"