On the run

Aayla woke up in her Jedi starfighter, sitting on something warm. It was Bly's lap, who was piloting the ship. Her headgear was gone and instead of her pants she had some piece of cloth wrapped around her private parts, From her original clothing, only her top was there (If she only knew how hard it was for Bly to put it back on).

She didn't remember anything since being shot by her formerly loyal troops, including the man who was holding her by the waist to prevent her from falling in her sleep. She had no need to turn around to recognize him, she knew his reflection in the **** too well. Then she felt something else. A weak, barely noticeable link in the **** exists between two people who had sex recently. Slight soreness in her nether regions confirmed what the **** was saying. Twi'lek learned that she was fucked in her sleep.

Anger, an uncommon emotion for Aayla, bubbled up within her. How dare he violate her! Jedi sensed her weapon laying on the floor of the cockpit and summoned it into her hand without hesitation. Moments later she turned around to face him and pushed an ignited lightsaber against his throat. "Explain yourself!!!!" Her eyes were blazing in fury, something Bly never saw in her gaze, even during the most heated battles of the Clone war.

"General, I..." he stuttered "I'm so terribly sorry." He had no helmet on and his eyes, which were reflecting Aayla's blue lightsaber blade, betrayed absolute sincerity. "I don't know what happened to me."

She knew that he was genuine. Secura closed her eyes, whispering "There is no emotion, there is peace." and turned off her lightsaber. Her anger didn't vanish but she was prepared to listen. "Speak!" She ordered harshly.

"Chancellor Palpatine contacted me and ordered to execute order 66," Bly started his explanation. "Making you and other Jedi traitors. And then..." his voice trembled "Something changed me, something took control over my mind and body... Please forgive me..."

"Why in the **** the chancellor would want me ****? Why!?" She raised her voice again, if not the Jedi Code, Bly had a very real chance to die right away.

"You don't understand, general. It is all of us. Every clone received an order to execute Jedi. All of you. For some reason, females are often spared to..." Bly gulped and continued "...to be used."

"You are..." Aayla wanted to say that Bly lies but the **** said to her that it is true, that many, many Jedi have been killed. In an instant, the violation of her body became such a small thing compared to the galaxy-wide suffering of the ****.

"And there is more. I received a message from general Kenobi..." Bly averted his eyes unable to withstand the pain on Aayla's face and pushed a button on the fighter's comm system.

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both the Jedi and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and s reminder for any surviving Jedi: Trust in the ****. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust. Our faith. Our friendship. But we must persevere and in time a new hope will emerge. May the **** be with you. Always."

Aayla turned around to look at Obi Wan's image and shook her head like she couldn't believe what she just heard. There was silence for no less than a minute until Bly spoke once more. "Your orders, general?"