Thought the relationship between Commander Bly and Aayla Secura was interesting

Don't own star wars char etc.

Aayla/Bly pairing

Lemon in later chapters.

Chapter 1

22 BBY

Planet unknown

CC-5052 codenamed Bly crouched in a rocky canyon to spring a trap, led by Aayla Secura

"Private get down!" Bly shouted in a hoarse whisper to one of his men, who on several occasions Bly had to remind him to stand his ground and wait, the trooper seemed a bit trigger happy.

"Sorry sir." he answered in almost a bored voice not suiting his trigger happy actons.

The regular infantry seem to show fewer emotions than the clone commanders he trained with, they were his brothers but it put him on edge.

Bly shifted his body and looked back at the troops he set up in position around the canyon overlooking the fake base they set up to fool the seps.

It was a desolate planet, most of the world was desert but it housed a special tactical droid in which the republic has suffered defeat from it, so they sent his unit in.

Over all he had forty men at his disposal, five snipers spread out on the higher ground, ten two man teams in prone position toward the middle of the edges of the canyons, all equipped with EMP stun grenades specially given to his unit to test. He felt proud his unit was chosen and eager to impress. Five men in the fake base to surrender to the seps when they arrive, eight specially handpicked infantry with matching yellow stripes to match his own to accompany him on the lower levels of the canyon. Two bomb squad engineers to detonate the rocks to crash all around the clankers.

"Nervous Bly?" a voice called out from behind a large boulder.

Aayla Secura flashed him a smile.

"Ready to fight, General." Bly responded with a nod of the head.

He glanced at her again, she was watching the canyon entrance, and he enjoyed serving under her command. A skilled warrior and a wise jedi wielding the swords they called lightsabers.

During his training on Kamino he read extensively about the Jedi and their ways, battling the mysterious Sith. After all the research he'd done about the Jedi he was nervous to meet one, seeing as they could wield the force, it was quite daunting.

Finally leaving Kamino and meeting one for the first time was a surprise indeed as he expected. They were cool, calm and collected. While several troopers panicked they stayed steady and somehow got out of some sticky spots.

Bly respected them greatly, although it was never easy to talk to one outside of combat. Seeing as a regular clone wouldn't chat with the Jedi a clone marshal commander like himself would.

At first it was difficult talking, the Jedi he first came into contact with were rigid and mostly kept to themselves.

After rotating around for some few weeks working odd jobs, he was put under the command of Aayla Secura, a female Rutian Twi'lek.

He expected the same rigidness with her but it couldn't be different.

When he first arrived on the LAAT gunship she greeted him warmly and sat with him and his men in the barracks getting to know each of them in turn.

Over the months that they served together he and Aayla formed a close attachment, often knowing each other's thoughts.

He continued to gaze at her; she wore skin tight pants, a lightsaber hanging from her belt. She wore leather brown boots, a brown headband that had faded from the sweat and debris. A top only to cover her breasts leaving her stomach bare.

She was quite beautiful, maybe one day…

"Commander Bly!" came a voice in his ear; one of the clones in the fake base was radioing in.

He shook his head of his thoughts that engulfed him.

"Yes Corporal?" he answered

"Droids inbound, we think about two hundred, two tanks." responded the voice.

"Confirmed, execute phase one"

"Yessir"

Bly motioned to the engineers to get ready. Then glanced at Aayla who had her lightsaber drawn, ready to fight.

He peered over his rock to see his five men with their hands up.

"We surrend-." Their words were cut short as a hail of blaster fire echoed out.

That's when he saw them, they had been right, their number was around two hundred.

The clone's bodies lay crumpled as the B1 battle droids surge forward toward the base.

He bowed his head silently for a moment remembering the five clones that were just killed, vowing to avenge them.

"Just a little farther." A clone sergeant whispered.

Half of the enemy's forces were squeezed into the bottle neck of the canyon, it was now or never.

"BLOW IT!" he bellowed toward the engineers.

The droids raised their weapons but it was too late.

A deafening blast shook the ground and blaster fire exploded from the canyon onto the droids position. He raised his own weapon fired at the nearest droid and briefly heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber and saw a flash of blue streak out toward the droids.

He momentarily stopped and watched the display she put forth, weaving in and out of the droids slicing too many to count.

Droid tanks rolled up firing into the canyon, he heard the cries as a shell hit one of the clones position.

"Droid poppers now! Team six left tank!" Bly screamed toward his men and watched as several were cut down as they raced toward Aayla and the left hand tank.

Bly motioned his special units to him and started his assault on the right hand tank.

Dust whipped around him just as shrapnel bounced off his armor.

Raising his rifle he squeezed off three shots and heard three clunks heap onto the ground.

Fourty yards to the tank…

Twently…

Ten…

BOOM!

Ringing filled Bly's ears, he was lying flat on his back, his special units all around him dragging off the wounded.

Staring right in his face was the tank, and its gun pointing right at him, with the tactical droid sitting with the hatching open preparing to fire.

So this is how it ends…

Suddenly the barrel sagged and there was Aayla standing on top of the tank with the tactical droids head in hands grinning down at Bly.

Helmet knocked off, he grinned back at her.

For a moment their eyes met and locked position, he stared almost in a trance.

Sweat gleamed her body, her clothes were torn.

She was quite beautiful…

"Need a hand commander?" a clone medics body blocked their view, snapping out of it he took it wondering why it was the second time today he was thinking about the general.

"Casualty report?" he asked his lieutenant

Taking off his helmet, "Twelve infantry, three of your special unit, nine wounded." He saluted then walked away.

Aayla approached him, Bly swayed on the spot, he was so close to her…

"Bly?" she looked perplexed

Bly stood to attention, "Sorry General, distracted, did you get the codes?"

"We're patching them through to Coruscant now, you sure your all right Bly?" Aayla asked looking concerned

"Yes, General, saw your handiwork, impressive." he said gesturing toward the scrapheap of droids.

Aayla smiled once more causing Bly to get a tingling sensation, "Come let's get back to the ship."

As he walked Bly couldn't help but feel a feeling he knew he shouldn't be having, for a Jedi no less.

Next chapters going to be less combat oriented, more of a Aayla/Bly