Kill them all

Suddenly, Aayla let out a fake scream of ecstasy, throwing her head backward. At the same moment, she quickly grabbed the blaster from the holster of the clone she fucked. In one swift movement, she turned around, aimed the weapon at the second clone, and fired twice. The bolt hit its target squarely in the chest, tearing through the armor and flesh alike. The clone fell lifelessly to the floor of the shuttle.

The third clone, caught off guard, also reacted too slowly. Aayla twisted her body, aimed at him, and pulled the trigger twice more. Both bolts found their mark, and the clone collapsed beside his comrade.

Only then was the time of the one who was coming into her ravaged pussy. He died happily, his brain pulverized by a single shot to the head. Then Aayla jumped off the dead body, grabbed the blaster from the fallen hand of another clone, and rushed towards the cockpit.

The pilot was busy checking the instruments, unaware of the bloodbath happening behind him. Aayla silently crept up behind him, pressed the blaster against his neck, and killed him in a very non-Jedi way. She had no pity for clones anymore. She brought the shuttle to the orbit of Felucia and engaged the hyperdrive, jumping to another system.

Once the shuttle entered the hyperspace, Aayla took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was covered in sweat, blood, and semen. Her body ached, her soul was crushed, her connection with the **** was severed, and she had no idea what to do next. But she was alive. She had survived. And that is what gave her some hope.

Aayla leaned back on the seat, closing her eyes, trying to sleep. She needed rest, she needed to regain her strength. Because the fight was far from over. The corpse of the clone pilot was lying nearby, his lifeless eyes staring blankly into nothingness.

"Rest well, soldier," she whispered softly, "you didn't live long enough to **** me and died with a clean conscious. I'll learn what happened to you. I'll know what corrupted my loyal comrades so much." With that promise ringing in her ears, Aayla finally allowed herself to drift into an exhausted slumber.

She was awakened by instruments indicating that she arrived at the chosen system. The time of rest was over. Aayla stripped the dead soldiers of their valuable armor and tossed one corpse after another into an airlock. Then she rummaged through the shuttle and found some clothes - a simple, plain gray jumpsuit - which she put on gratefully. Her usual love of skimpy attires was gone for some time. Not that a jumpsuit on a curvy naked Twi'lek body wasn't racy in its own way, but at least it covered her body.

Then she got back to the cockpit and set course to the closest planet