Report to Captain Odila Silvana

Trace walked over to her Communications Officer

"Connect me with Captain Silvana."

"Right away ma'am!"

The hologram came alive showing her commanding officer - Captain Odala Silvana was one of the human commanders who didn't see her clones as expendable. To her they were women. Trace knew that some of the other human commanders were disgusted by that notion and felt lucky to be under her command.

"Ma'am! The last wave of clankers has been scrapped. We've got 31 down but none captured. "

"Good work Trace. Our scouts have been detecting signs that there are still Separatists on the planet and the battle in space has turned into a game of cat and mouse so they might land more. I want you to hold your position until we're sure that it's secure."

"Understood ma'am." Trace waited, hoping the Captain would finally give her the release she craved. One of the issues with having a commander that respected her was that she didn't always remember that Trace didn't have control over her own settings. It was still better to be horny because of a commander who cared rather than a **** because of one who didn't. This was one of those times she would be the former.

"Great. Let me know if your situation changes. Silvana out."

Trace released a loud sigh and her communications officer gave her a sympathetic shrug. Under the current circumstances, she couldn't afford to strip and take care of it herself. The droids could come back at any time. That in mind she went out and adjusted her position to compensate for those who were out of action. It could still be a long day yet.