Wing Commander Laima

Cael looks to see her commander, Laima, enter and she quickly covers herself. Laima was a Jedi, and a beautiful one at that. It probably had some thing to do with her species, a near Human type that was known for its attractive members. All of them when hermaphroditic, so most of their partners would need to be bisexual to accept them fully.

"Commander," Cael said, "what are you doing here?"

Laima put on a smile. "I wanted to see how our crash survivor was doing," she said, though it was obviously a lie, given her body language.

"Ma'am, I don't think you're telling the truth," Cael states, being frank as she returns to donning her off duty jumpsuit.

"Alright, I'll tell you truth" Laima says as she sits down on one of the bunks. "I'm not able to continue in the Jedi Order."

Cael stops and raises an eyebrow at her CO. "The council doesn't know yet, but they will," the Jedi says, "I'm feeling...lustful towards my subordinates."

As Cael zips up her jumpsuit (something made out of tight leather), she asks "Can't you just fuck and let it out? I'm sure you can resume after that."

Laima gets up off the bunk like she just her a stupid question. "You don't understand," she said, frustrated, "Once a Jedi starts feeling like this, they can't be in the Order out of principle. Lust leads to the Dark Side."

Cael stares her CO straight in the face. "Ma'am, I have experienced lust every time I go into battle; from want I understand of the Dark Side, it turns you into a monster. I don't consider myself a monster."

Laima gives a smile to her subordinate. "You know, it's odd, but every time I feel lust towards my Clones, I think of you. Maybe it's your red hair, maybe it's your personality, maybe you're just a random face in the crowd, but I wanted to be with you. Do you feel the same with me?"