On Felucia (alternative order 66, rewrite)

(Yes, I am doing a rewrite of the branch above. It was quick and dirty, low-effort writing, now I want to do something better with mid-effort writing. It won't be a direct copy, not all branches will be ported, and the plot will be different here and there. )

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Aayla Secura walked through the exotic, lush forest on Felucia, the verdant colors stretching out before her like an endless sea. Towering fungi loomed overhead, their caps pulsating gently in the warm breeze. Vines snaked up trunks, weird Felucia flora shimmering in hues of red, yellow and green. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

It was hard to believe that amidst this serenity, war raged on. But Aayla knew better. As a seasoned Jedi General, she had witnessed firsthand the devastation the Clone Wars had wrought upon countless worlds. Even now, blaster fire echoed through the trees as her clone trooper unit battled the Separatist droid army in the distance.

Aayla focused her mind, reaching out with the Force to detect the enemy's movements. She was so attuned to the living energy that surrounded her, she could feel every quiver of the forest floor beneath her boots, every flutter of insect wings. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved being a Jedi - the sense of connection to all things living.

But perhaps it was this very immersion in the Force that dulled her awareness of the danger lurking close. Or maybe it was her unwavering faith in the loyalty of her troops. Whatever the reason, Aayla failed to perceive the betrayal until it was too late.

Commander Bly and his men turned their blasters on her, firing relentlessly. Aayla didn't even have time to ignite her lightsaber before the stun shots knocked her off her feet. She collapsed to the ground, her body jerking involuntarily as the blasters continued to pepper her with circle-like energy rounds. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the shooting stopped.

She lay there, unconscious and helpless, as her former friends and comrades in arms stood over her motionless form. In the distance, the sounds of battle still raged on, oblivious to the treachery that had unfolded here. Bly knelt beside Aayla, placing two fingers against her slender neck to check her pulse. He grunted in satisfaction, then stood up and removed his helmet, deep in thought.

Similar scenes were happening across the galaxy. Males Jedi were cut down where they stood, teenage padawans slaughtered in cold blood. But adult attractive female Jedi... many of them lived to see their brethren fall, only to face a far more sinister fate. Palpatine had engineered the execution order perfectly, but he never properly understood lust. For years, the clones had silently admired their female commanders, fantasizing about touching their smooth skin, feeling their curves pressed against them. The chip implanted in their brains had unleashed this pent-up desire, redirected the order of treating the traitors "without mercy" into something else entirely.

Bly glanced around at the dozens of clones surrounding him, seeing the hunger reflected in their body language. They wanted her. Badly. His own armor felt tight, constrictive, and he knew he wasn't alone in his desire.

Aayla Secura, the stunning Twi'lek Jedi Knight who had once led them with grace and wisdom, now lay helplessly at their feet. It was Bly's decision what to do next.