Good intentions. Bad timing

A half hour after she had spoken with Silvana her vibrator activated. The sensation was a massive surprise and Trace was soon on her back cumming her brains out after the captain remembered that her controls over Trace's armor had prevented her from doing it to herself. To make up for it Silvana had set it to 'max pleasure' figuring that the position was safe for the moment.

That assumption was incorrect.

As Trace finally recovered she heard blasters going off all around her. She realized she had been dragged into one of the buildings and looked up, seeing one of her troopers firing out of the window. A second later a stun blast hit the trooper, sending her to the ground. Trace rushed forward and grabbed the dropped weapon, checking the status of her troops in her HUD.

Half of them were already down. The previous attack had obviously been meant to make them lower their guard before the real offensive. She didn't know how they had been able to hide this many droids but her orders were the same. Hold the line. Her communication officer was down, she had been caught in the open during the initial attack and the droids were already entering one of the buildings her soldiers were held up in. Blaster fire got more intense for a few moments before her system informed her all clones inside were stunned.

All told she now had 83 clones still standing. Already some of the downed ones were listed as missing which meant the droids had dragged them off. From what she could tell there were still at least two hundred droids still coming. She had to make a decision.

To retreat would mean not only abandoning the rest of the stunned troopers but also risked more joining them if the droids managed to get into position to stop them. To fight risked losing everyone to the separatists.