Trace is obedient to a fault

It was very unusual to see a Jedi, even a padawan in the brig of a ship. Normally cells were reserved for clones or others who broke a rule or simply annoyed someone sufficiently senior to them. The way Trace found herself apologizing profusely while Elayne sat next to her in the cell trying to meditate away her frustration was an unusual story.

Elayne hadn't known what to do with the clone. She'd led ones like her into combat but she had little experience with socially interacting with them outside of it. She understood their desires and how they needed to gain sexual relief after a battle, that had been part of her command training. In addition contrary to what some believed Jedi weren't required to remain celibate. For some species that made up the Jedi order, such a requirement would even be painful. Sex was just something that most Jedi avoided as having it without forming attachment was a difficult proposition. Elayne was in that latter group which made it even stranger that her master had essentially given her a clone. Wasn't possessiveness also something to be discouraged? She figured that her master was testing her.

When Trace asked her to use her in any way she wanted and then proceeded to list many possible ways as if she was at an altar praying, all doubt evaporated from Elayne's mind. This was a test and she would pass. She managed to school her features as Trace was going on about something Elayne doubted was even possible. Could a vagina really stretch that far? Regardless she had asked for silence and the clone had immediately ceased talking. Waiting for her instructions.

When Elayne asked her to go get some food Trace's eyes had lit up. This was something she could do easily. A way to make her Jedi happy. She'd immediately agreed and made her way to the officer's mess on the ship in order to get rations. She had gotten there and ignored all the surprised looks. Trace was a lieutenant meaning she had every right to be there, clones just tended to avoid the area as to not catch the lecherous eyes of the Republic's officers. One of them had immediately tried to take advantage. When the woman had grabbed her arm Trace had looked at her in slight annoyance at someone getting in her way. When she had demanded Trace service her the officer had been flipped.

Which now led to their current predicament...