Clone trooper stories

Slaves of the republic pt1

Author note: hope you enjoy 😊 

"Umm ashoka this outfit is missing some fabric?" Nara yelled uneasy. Her body was hidden behind the sheet of fabric as she clutched to her abdomen with discomfort.

"Oh come on I bet it isn't that bad" Ashoka said. She was already dressed in her blue silk dress with the golden headdress upon her montrals

"Not Bad! Commander I'm missing half an outfit." Nara perplexed.

"Oh come on hurry up! we need to meet with Anakin and master Kenobi"! Ashoka sighed "it can't be that bad"

Nara grumbled curses under her breath as she stepped into the light. Ashoka's jaw dropped.

Nara was wearing a revealing outfit that showed off her midriff. She wore blue loose see through pants that tighten at the waist and ankles. She had booty shorts underneath that cut up her thigh which gave her some modesty , with a top that was basically a bra with silky sapphire arm wraps that went around her arms and shoulders. Sparkly gold metal beads decorated the outfits, as they jingled with every step she took. Her hair was down as it stretched in waves down her back and on top of her head was a silk scarf secured with a beaded headband that went down to the centre of her forehead. She had never felt more exposed or appalled .

" wow you look amazing" Ashoka exclaimed "uncomfortable but amazing".

"Remind me why we had to play the part of the slaves, couldn't they get Rex or even General Skywalker to do it" she sighed wrapping her arms tighter around her body.

" I know right it's completely unfair, I mean I think Anakin would look better in this dress"

"He would totally try to rock it too" Nara laughed.

Ashoka laughed, filling the room with a pleasant calmness.

*****

Nara felt miserable as she and Ashoka walked onto the bridge. The heavy weight of her headdress and the non existent fabric that covered her body was causing her mood to go down hill like a landslide.

"Ashoka.. commander"? Anakin's face confronted in confusion seeing the darkened cheeks on Nara's face as she protectively wrapped her hands around her midriff.

"Commander why are you wearing that"? He frowned.

"I was told to wear it for the mission to Zygerria. Because Ashokaand I were playing the part of the slaves, sir while Rex, General Kenobi, General Dios, and yourself played the role of slavers" she stated simply, a hint of frustration in her lips.

"I see, well you're actually supposed to be playing the part of the slaver Nara" Anakin grinned a hint of amusement lingering on his lips.

Nara frowned "Sir? I'm not sure what you mean"

"Yah master what do you mean"? Ashoka cocked a brow "you told me that we were meant to play the roles of the slaves, even after I told you it wasn't your brightest idea"

Anakin rolled his eyes "whatever you say snips, but there was a change of plans""

Ashoka raised her brow "change "?

The doors of the hangar opened, Nara's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "No kriffin way"

In walked Harvey his face contorted in embarrassment as he strutted down the bridge. He wore long see through pants with shorts underneath for modesty. They sliced on the side attaching at the hips and ankles. He wore no shirt showing his toned abdomen with the only thing on his upper body being cuffs around his forearms and biceps. And to top it all off he had a crown of beaded sliver that jingled in his grey wavy hair every time he took a step. Nara was dying not from being flustered but not trying to break down in hysterical laughter. Harvey looked miserable but the fact that Fang took a secret photo as he walked by, when Harvey wasn't looking made her want to howl.