Warning: Contains Sexual themes.

Longer Chapter, different plot... other side of Josephine.

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Josephine scrambled through the single closet on the Twilight for some scraps of cloth. She ended up with a torn and bloodied Jedi cloak; some senator clothing that is obviously Padme's, and a pair of ancient boots that probably belonged to the ships previous owner. In a discarded crate she found a body suit for a clone and a bag that had once held medical supplies. Into this she stuffed her salvaged cloth and went up to the bridge. They seemed to be exiting the atmosphere.

The sight of earth spread out before you, and seeing clouds as large as marshmallows, well it was humbling and enchanting. Josephine shamelessly pressed her face to the glass, her breath fogging the clear substance. What was equal in significance, or maybe even greater, was the Republic battle ship. Such a massive structure that functioned as a war machine and could travel through space was a sight to behold. As they neared it however Josephine controlled herself and she shifted back into her cool persona. Ahsoka decided she liked the other girl better. The one that was not so different from her. The one who sat there with her legs crossed and hands folded neatly on her lap while she managed to look down her nose at everything around her was in a totally different league. Even with all her careless elegance and poise, there was something in her eyes. Something she had never seen before. A steel to do what is necessary, even if it is not always right.

Even if it caused the haunting sobs Ahsoka had picked up on earlier.

Josephine prepared herself to disembark. "Just like an airport," she mumbled and Obi-wan turned to her.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry." The Jedi master nodded and turned back to the controls. With ease they entered the bay and the massive hanger doors clanged behind them, officially sealing them off from space.

Commander Cody allowed himself a small sigh of relief when the rust bucket swooped into the ship. It had taken much longer than estimated to retrieve the General. Had there been a fight? Was someone else injured? His questions were answered when a familiar Torgurta head poked around the corner of the gang plank.

"Call the medical droids and the stretched bearers. Master's critically injured," she paused then smiled. "Again." Cody chuckled a little and re-laid her orders through the com. Then to his utter surprise a human girl stepped around Ahsoka. Well, to call her a girl wouldn't suffice. She stood with the grace and prestige of someone much older. Cody found his heart speeding up. Something about her was beguilingly terrifying and sexy. It was helped along because about three and a half feet of leg was tantalizingly exposed. Cody stiffens when her eyes, a few moments before had been roaming, rest on his visor. He is glad he decided to wear his helmet. She smiles and there is a surprising sincerity to it.

"Commander Cody," she takes a few careful steps down the ramp to him. Her hand is extended in what must be her planets custom greeting. He lets his own be shook. How did she know his name? This planet had absolutely zero contact with the rest of the galaxy. Somehow he doubted they had mentioned him to her. "I am soon to be senator Dethkilr of Earth." Well that explained her attitude but not her knowledge.

"Welcome aboard," he managed not to stutter. He had only ever seen human females from a distance, and never one with so much bare skin. Tail head dancers were something to behold, but it was something different with your own species.

"I am sorry to intrude, but is it possible to have quarters provided for me?" she asked rather sweetly. Cody was surprised at her gentleness. Her eyes betrayed her true colors. They were as black as deep space and just as harsh. He did not want to get on her bad side.

"Why of course Senator Dethkilr, right this way," he said and gestured for her to follow. In truth he should have found a lower ranking trooper to do this job, but he didn't like the way they were staring at her, and bringing her to her room would be too much for some of them. He was a command clone, he could handle it. Actually, after initial shock some of her luster had faded. She just seemed beaten down, worn around the edges. Almost ghost like as she made little sound behind him.

Almost like a Jedi.

After that disturbing thought the pair reached the lift to the private quarters. There were no goods in it, so they weren't forced together. Josephine was glad for it. Her energy was at an all-time low, and she believed it was from manipulating Jedi. It took what seemed to be monumental physical efforts just to have Anakin raise his hand under her command. She doubted her ability to even mildly suggest that Cody do anything. She was quite glad the man had decided to escort her, she didn't trust the others self-control quite as much. At that thought, an idea popped into her head. She smiled evilly. If she had a mother, she would be getting beaten right now. She wondered if they had a pole anywhere on this ship… it wouldn't be as good without one.

She had been trained for this. An easy way to get information out of men was to, well, sex it out of them. Also to drink, but that wasn't the point here. She didn't want information. She just wanted to give the troopers some fun. From what she had seen, there were no actual pinup girls in the army. Just posters of near naked Tail heads. Due to genetics she should be more appealing. Even if she wasn't, hey, she was flesh and blood and unclothed.

Cody opened the door to her new quarters. He braced himself for ridicule at their state or sarcasm at the size. To his pleasant surprise she just smiled at him and thanked him enjoyably.

"Where is the Med bay?" she asked politely.

"Down the hall to the left, up two flights in the lift. May I ask why?"

"Oh, no reason. Thank you Commander," he knew dismissal when he heard it and turned to go. A thin hand gripped his arm. "Cody, please tell your men in advance I may have trouble distinguishing them and that I give my sincerest apologies for this. I will try my absolute hardest to do so," Cody smiled under his helmet.

"Most don't even try," his voice was smooth and even. Then he was gone, leaving Josephine alone with her thoughts.

Cody had been correct; the med center was not far from her quarters. After tossing her only possessions into her room she had followed his instructions and almost walked into the door. It was fairly empty, a few lonely clones floated in Bacta and Anakin at the far end of the vast hangar like space was being prepared to join them. A medical droid somehow managed to sneak up on her.

"May I be of assistance Mistress?" it buzzed and rolled past her reorganizing a tray that seemed to be out of place.

"Yes actually. Do you have surgical tape; stitch wire and needles, scissors, and headache medication?" He swerved past her and rolled over to a different tray and began collecting the first three items.

"May I ask mistress why you need these items?" he asked in a surprisingly gentle voice.

"You'd rather not know," she whispered back, collapsing on an operating table. The droid trundled past and into a medicine cabinet.

"Oh," it said in a confused manner. "Oh," it repeated in an enlightened voice. Then it continued to mumble something that sounded suspiciously like 'organics and their preposterous courting rituals'. Its metallic hand passed her a small cup and she downed the aqua liquid without a second thought. It burned surprisingly hot on the way down and she sat up choking. To her even greater surprise it cleared her head ache right away. She felt a hundred times better, if not a little drunker. She collected the suspicious materials and thanked the droid with a smile before fleeing the scene. She didn't really want to watch Anakin be thrown in that heartless goo.

Back in her dark room she scrambled for a light switch, found none, and went for it.

"Lights," a bright fluorescent glow lit up the room and she squinted, letting out a small cry. Once her pupils had adjusted she dumped her bag onto the floor. The cloak might be salvaged. She snipped the burned and bloodied bits off and threw it on, looking at herself in the mirror. The slits up to the hip added to the character she was going to play. The senator's gilded shirt was surprisingly stiff, almost like a corset. It would have to function as the bra since she didn't wear one when she slept and she was still in her PJ's. The body suit felt her wrath next. She sliced the top from the pants and cut two strips of fabric from each leg, also shortening it and removing the waist, replacing it with a long purple scarf the senator had worn. Then she cut the legs off entirely, creating shorts near underwear. She sewed the sides back together in X box stitches, the entire time alternating between curses as she pricked her finger and thanking family consumer science. She pulled them on and tossed the rest of her clothing on her bed. She continued the patter on the rest of the legs which she cut into two pieces each, slipping them on. The ugly boots met scissors and through a force miracle and some tape she created rather appealing boots. Extremely proud of her self she walked into the cramped refresher and found a hair brush after nearly two minutes. Swiftly she unmated her wavy brown hair and smirked at the mirror, running her tongue over her lips. That's good , very sexy. After continuing to rummage she found a small bottle of lotion, unscented. She stuck it down he waist line for future use. There was no perfume and no makeup. The first wasn't a big deal; she still faintly smelled of the perfume she had worn barely two days ago. Days? It felt like eons. Makeup was a problem. To be a, cough, dancer… you needed makeup. Some simple ash mixed with lotion would do. Maybe motor oil… With that thought she went back into her main room. Together the spaces were probably only half the size of her room back home, but she didn't mind. In fact she preferred it. No windows, only one entrance and very little room for people to hide. She would have to figure out the locking mechanism later.

After makeup, she needed music. Somehow she doubted they had speaker systems on a republic cruiser. Maybe the clones had smuggled one somewhere. It wouldn't be near as much fun without a heart driving beat. She through on her cloak and smiled at her full length reflection. Actually, the only part of her face you could see was her lips, and they were bright red. It revealed the leg she was not wearing much fabric on up to the hip. It wasn't classy like she usually dressed, but it was defiantly sexy.

In the hall she stopped some clones mid stride. Two actually walked into each other as she passed. Was she really that good? She didn't think so. Josephine was fading away and she was becoming one of her fake ID's. Eighteen year old Nerissa Tierain, entertainer, hustler, criminal. The girl who busted multiple underground organizations in the Connecticut region. In the main hanger she stayed to the shadows until she found a small container of something black. It didn't burn her fingers, so she assumed it would irritate her face. After slipping into a refresher definitely for men she quickly created the concoction and smeared it above and below her eyes with the ease of years. She washed the remains down the sink. Her look now complete, she returned to the hanger searching for those clones that had been playing poker before. It was two days in hyperspace, extremely long considering most other trips were only a few hours. The clones didn't have anything to do, not having gone into battle. There weren't as many men as there usually were either, it turned out as she overheard the conversation. Only thiry eight out of fifty barracks were filled. Josephine sighed a little in relief. She wouldn't have to dance all night.

"Hey boys," she purred and sauntered up beside the one with captain markings on his back. She ran her hand over his armored chest, and the look of utter surprise on his face was worth it. The other clones looked on in shock.

"I'm going to be…" she trailed of and slipped her fingers softly through the clones buzz cut hair. "Dancing," she smirked and she knew they got her meaning by the sudden glint of excitement in their eyes. "In barracks 1A, 3H, 6J, 9I, and 12B tonight. Spread the word and get as many clones in each as possible. I would…" she smiled and kissed the medics cheek. His strong face flushed red and he dropped his eyes. "Appreciate it if any speakers and music on board was shipped between these rooms tonight." She turned to the other three troopers across the table who were watching with amazement. One of them replied,

"Of course Ma'am," and she smiled wide and kissed him full on the lips. He rocked back in his seat, stunned.

"That's wonderful," she turned to the next and whispered in his ear, "Make sure the Generals don't find out," she felt him nod against her hands. In return she kissed his neck. She turned to the last clone. He had the cleanest armor and obviously the least worldly experience. He looked almost terrified. She smiled kindly. "Don't think I forgot you," and she kisses his forehead tenderly. None of them utter a word as she walks away. Some of her drunken excitement faded and she almost faltered in her resolve to give them some well-deserved fun. Then she firmed her lips and clenched her hands. No turning back now.

The room was packed with unarmored and half-dressed clones, suits peeled to their waists. Each had their own rippling set of muscles and curling tattoos. Fifty little speakers were scattered around on bunks where clones hunched in utter disbelief. Many had not believed the rumors and when she walked in, the whispers had washed like a Tsunami over the group. She clutched in her fingers what would turn on the music and turn on the lights, handed to her by the shiny whose forehead she had kissed. It turned out he was an engineer.

"So," he voice echoed beguilingly through the packed chamber. She had made her way to the exact center and stood up on the box provided for her. They really wanted a good show. "Have you men seen women?" there were rumbles in the crowd but no definitive answers. "You're critically deprived of them here, aren't you?" and chuckles echoed. She smiled. "How about I give you some then?" and she tossed off her cloak and pressed the button. The lights went out and pounding music blared. The klaxon lights came on, spinning almost like strobes. Gage had really out done himself.

A clone whopped somewhere and began the frenzy and she pulsated with them under the lights. "How about you come and touch one then?" and war roughened hands were suddenly all over her skin as she danced with hundreds of them. Articles of clothing dropped to the ground and she withered among them. Her own hands were touch and her lips were everywhere and she tasted their sweat, their desire, their need. She danced like they all might die tomorrow, because they just might. She dropped cloth after cloth and let the touch her, room after room. She never lacked energy or flush or utter joy in each room, dancing down to her thong, licking, kissing, biting. She gave the men something to dream about other than their dead brothers and bloody battles. She didn't even notice commander Cody or Captain Rex among the frays. Actually they were stationed up in their bunks, closed eyes and focused on their own loves. Neither needed a Senator turned stripper to feel the heat of passion. They only allowed it because they knew she was sincere. She wasn't using their kin, if anything, she was letting them use her as she was tossed through them.

Each room was much the same until the last one. The clones acted no differently, the rumors had spread and they were thrumming with excitement for her arrival. What was different was what happened.

Obi-wan lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The music pounded faintly in the background and he rolled over. He had meditated for near three hours when the music had started, taking his inability to sleep as a sign he needed to do just this. When he awoke however, it was no different. Now the culprit was not his restless mind, but the music and his senses.

The music filled his ears in the silent room until his heart seemed to beat to the base and he cursed faintly, sitting up and running his fingers through his hair. He was no stranger to the music, believe it or not he had been quite the partier as a young man. Nothing like Anakin with his drunken antics, but still. That really wasn't the issue. It was the waves of new emotion coming off the clones. Usually at night it was somber or slight fun in poker games and the like. Now though, he was consistently bombarded with lust, desire, and simple heat. They weren't having an orgy, were they? He had never sensed a gay thought in his men's heads so that couldn't be it. What on planet could it be? He stood, his curiosity peaked. He padded silently through the halls, cloak wrapped across his bare chest. The first barrack he passed seemed to have simmered down, but as he walked farther on the temperature seemed to rise and the music pounded up through the soles of his feet. He reached the culprit barrack and opened the door.

Josephine had made a favorite in her final room. As she danced a clone had the audacity to take her out of her clothes himself. She had laughed and let him make out with her. He seemed to be one of the older clones, maybe even her age. There was a dragon tattoo swirling on his chest and neck and over his buzz cut head. His eyes glittered first generation blue and he smirked. She kissed the smirk from his face, rubbing her near naked body against him. His brothers cheered him on and he laughed as they danced.

That's when the door opened, revealing Obi-wan. Everyone paused mid revel and Josephine stopped too, tongue pressed to Serpent's chest. She was glad her breasts were hidden. The music stopped and the lights turned off. Someone wanted to protect her integrity.

"I had no idea we had let a prostitute on board," Obi-wan's voice was scathing. Serpent left to get her cloak and he threw it over her shoulders. The fluttering was the only noise in the room. To the surprise of the men she met the Generals gaze firmly and stepped forward.

"You're men deserved some entertainment for all their hard work," Obi-wan said nothing, just took her arm gently and pulled her into the hall.