Start with the clone

Wanting to have some fun with the other occupant in the room, Aarol went to secure the vibrator to the Mirialan's nether region and turned the power lever high to ensure her torment wouldn't end. With the Jedi taken care of, he cane before the clone commander, her head covered in sweat and an flustered expression across her features. Since turning her vibrator off she has had a short while to recover as she now looks more aware than when he last left her.

Coming to a stop before the trooper, he reached down and grabbed the clone by the arms and pulled her to him. Bringing her to his level, she was having difficult being able to stand strait as her legs were about to give out from underneath her from how weak she was. Looking up and down her armor clad body, Aarol couldn't help himself but to smirk.

"The soldiers of the Grand Army of the Republic." he announced in a mocking tone. "Some warriors they have fighting their wars." With that, he leaned her back and dropped her to the floor. Grabbing a blade and kneeling next to her exhausted body, he began stripping her of her armor. Starting with the torso and chest, he began removing sections on the shoulders before working on the piece covering her breasts. With a little effort, he managed to remove armor from her chest, her tits being covered by the bodysuit underneath. With a cut down the middle, Aarol managed to create an opening large enough for him to reach in, pull the bodysuit apart and expose her mounds.

Working his way down, he made quick work with getting rid of the section covering her stomach. Reaching the crotch, he began removing the piece shielding her lips from him, pulling them down, as well as the vibrator inside her cunt, earning a low moan in response. With a few quick cuts with his blade, he removed all pieces of the body suit surrounding her folds, fully exposing her lips and ass. Taking in the sight of her nether lips up close, taking notice of the red pubes above her cunt, Aarol let out a chuckle as the clone struggled in her bonds, trying to cover herself. It was useless though, as he reached a hand and stroked her folds.

"Before we begin," he started suddenly, fingers tracing over her cunt. "can I get your name?"

The clone looked to him, her face flustered from her previous torment, added with the new pleasure she was experiencing.

"R... Rishe" she informed him, too exhausted to resist the question.

"Well Rishe, it's time for our fun." he says as he grins down on her.