Bly sends other clones away.

"We still have clankers to deal with," Bly said to his men while kneeling down beside her. He knew that after this amount of stun shots Aayla will stay **** for hours no matter what will happen to her alluring body. He wanted her for himself.

He removed his helmet and placed it aside. "I'll keep watch on this traitor. Proceed with the mission." His voice was firm and authoritative as always but there was a hint of immense arousal, something almost animalistic. His men knew what he is about to do, they would do the same. But one thing remained true. Orders must be followed and the unit of the Grand Army of the Republic started marching forward, leaving the limp body of the Twi'lek behind.

As soon as his men went far enough to give him desired privacy, Bly removed his gloves and ran hands across the blue silken skin which was not only smooth and soft but also warm. Aayla was lying face down, giving the clone commander access to her sexy back. His hands enjoyed the exposed area between her brown top and pants before moving down towards her firm, like a rock, ass. He have seen it so many times, ogled it from behind, and now he was finally touching it.

Even though the fabric of Jedi's clothing, he felt the softness of her skin which contrasted with firm muscles that were toned by hours and hours of training. She was laying as limp as if she were dead, only her breathing demonstrated that she was alive. "I should have done it long ago, traitor!" he whispered under his breath and turned the Twi'lek over onto her back. Like most other female members of her race, Jedi Master Aayla Secura possessed a pair of voluptuous breasts, shaped in a way that any male could only dream to touch.

It was time to see the two blue beauties in their full naked glory. His fingers latched on her brown top and pulled it off. He always wanted to know what color her nipples were, and there they were. It was another shade of blue, slightly darker than one of her skin. Her mysterious eyes were shut, but his were wide open and staring directly at the exposed perfection.

"Good soldiers follow orders." A thought hit Bly's head. He knew his duty. He knew that he should end this here and now. But male desires of Jango Fett's body were stronger than the programming of the inhibitor chip. He was going to use his former commander, his former friend.