One against an army

Bly's mind was filled with silence. For the first moment since receiving the message from Palpatine, he didn't hear the inner voice that reminded him that good soldiers should follow orders. His chip lost control, either it wasn't prepared to deal with the flow of emotions or it was the will of the **** or it was flawed. Whatever was the reason, Bly became himself again.

And then came the realization. In a flash moment, he understood what he had just done. Guilt and terror washed over him. He froze, unable to move. He couldn't understand what happened with him, with all of his brothers. How could they follow this kind of order? How could he follow it in such a perverted, wicked way? Bly couldn't know the answer. He had no idea about the insidious plan of Palpatine.

At last, the clone commander regained his composure and looked down at the beautiful form beneath him. Aayla's face was peaceful, even serene. So different from what it looked like during the ****. He couldn't know that it was the result of Jedi sensing his return, her **** connection with the **** allowed the Twi'lek to feel his presence. She knew about his genuine care of her.

Suddenly, Bly realized that his dick is still inside Aayla. He pulled away with such speed as if Twi'lek's pussy had teeth that could tear his cock off for what he did. He jumped on his feet and looked at the result of his 'work'. Aayla's blue thighs were spread wide, revealing her purple insides which were glistening and wet with his cum. With trembling hand, Bly wiped his off off her from her crotch.

"'I'm so sorry..." he muttered. "I don't know what happened to me."

He wanted something else but his danger sense kicked in. Instinctively, he rushed to his blaster, rolling away from several blasts. "Commando droids!!!" the clone thought noticing familiar dark shapes half-hidden in Felucia vegetation. He had only one thought: how to protect Aayla. So he fired. Taking aim at the approaching enemy, he squeezed the trigger. The first blast missed its target but the second one landed between two mechanical eyes, knocking one droid out of commission.

Two others fired back but missed and it was their doom. Bly's training was flawless. His aim was true and he hit both enemies with the next two rapid discharges of his trusty blaster. "It's all clear, general!" he said out of habit as if Aayla could hear him.

This brief combat pulled Bly out of the destructive cycle of self-loathing and guilt. He had no time for this. His mission was to keep his friend out of any further harm. But first, he needed to check if his brothers are still in the state he was in.

Bly grabbed his arm armor piece with a communicator and contacted one of his subordinates. "Report the situation."

"We are pushing clankers back, commander. They won't stay on Felucia for long. Jedi treachery won't help those bastards. " A voice identical to his responded immediately confirming Bly's fears. Other clones still believed this nonsense.

"Good. Keep advancing. This traitor is still stunned." He answered

"How is her cunt?" A voice asked

"What? Trooper, think what you are saying to your commander!" It wasn't a question he expected or needed.

"Common commander, we all know why you stayed with her. I don't blame you, I would do the same. This traitor tail-head is hot as fuck." The laughter on the other side of the communicator was disgusting.

"Her cunt is nice and tight." Bly answered jokingly desperately trying to hide his true emotions "Ass is fine, too."

"I can't wait till we finish dealing with clankers and get to her. This blue-skinned..." Bly couldn't bear hearing this nasty tone and closed the link in disgust.

After finishing the conversation, Bly put his armor on faster than during any drill on Kamino. Then he looked at the naked beauty thinking what to do next, he had to save her but how? Remembering his own recent mental state, he knew that his own brothers will shoot on sight should they even suspect that he is helping the traitor.