"Commander Bly."
"Yes my lord?"
"The time has come, execute Order 66."
"But sir-" cried the clone in shock.
"That is an order, commander." Growled the sinister voice in response to the insubordinate outburst.
"Yes, my lord. It will be done." Bly had a mixture of emotions running through him as he switched off the communication device. He had been skeptical when he received a high-priority transmission from a separatist code. He was going to show it to Aayla Secura when he heard the command it had issued. When he was briefed before the war on Kamino of this possible scenario, he thought it would be easy. That was before he met Aayla. He and his men had formed a tight bond with their charismatic general. As time had passed with no problem Bly and his men had begun to hope this day would not come. It was all in vain, Aayla now had turned traitor and had to die. The fact that just days before she had complimented them as "the bravest soldiers and greatest friends she could hope for."
Bly swore, how could he break it to the men? He switched to the text transmission system in his helmet, only a few of his most trusted officers would have to know before the fact. It also prevented Aayla from finding out what was happening. She's over by the second AT-TE, we'll meet up there. He finished the transmission with an empty heart, he couldn't do this to the men; he knew what they were going through.
Sure enough, Aayla was over by the AT-TE, his men were already there. Aayla looked at him and smiled, Bly was glad he had his helmet, as his facial expression would have given them away for sure. She motioned for them to follow and walked into the jungle. They followed, but not on her orders. One of the men had the guts to break the silence, "Where are the captive Jedi being held again?"
It must have been his tone that told her something, Aayla tensed up, Bly took a step back; he didn't want to be ka-bobbed by his friend's lightsaber. "Listen," she whispered, "the forest has gone silent, Bly, do you think it's droids?"
That pushed Bly over the edge, his voice cracked, "No." He really hoped he didn't have to look her in the eye.
"Then what-" she never finished, Bly shot her in the back. She fell forwards. The men began to freak out and shot rapidly at her body on the ground. It wasn't thrashing around. Bly ordered them to stop and they walked back towards the convoy to tell the men the bad news. They were weeping, not able to look back at their betrayed friend. If they had, they would have known it wasn't their friend, but a droid covered with a hologram of her.