Star Wars the Clone Wars One Shots

POV: You're a woman in an army of men Pt.3

Warning: Harassment, some comments, rude names

POV- Ally Zinch

Undercover.

Not my favorite task to do, especially for this mission. 

Playing 'slutty bimbo at the bar' was too out of character for me. It was uncomfortable and stressful, not to mention degrading and it sexualized me far more than I'd ever like. 

But force knows that the task was of 'vital importance' to the war effort. 

I zoned out for the rest of the meeting, only coming back to reality when Master Kenobi said his goodbyes to the council.

"Aayla sent a package for the mission," Obi-Wan said, giving me a sympathetic smile after the transmission flickered away. I grimaced slightly. Well I loved my close friend, I couldn't deny Aayla's fashion sense was far bolder than I'd prefer. 

"I'm sure it will suffice," I said nervously, twisting my wrist gently. Master Kenobi nodded and opened his mouth as though to say something before hesitating. 

"I am....sorry you have to do this mission," he said apologetically. I relaxed slightly at the knowledge at least Obi-Wan didn't agree with the Council's plan, even if he followed it. 

"I'll be alright," I assured him, "Nothing I haven't done before." He playfully rolled his eyes. " I'm fairly sure you were thinking of murdering Master Windu when he asked you to go undercover to steal the drive." "I simply don't understand why we can't just actually steal it," I said annoyed, " It'd be equally as efficient." " I agree, but Master Windu and Master Koth both believe it could compromise the pending peace treaty if Republic soldiers were caught stealing," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Let's see them stumble around in heels to seduce a crime lord then," I said, rolling my eyes and Obi-Wan chuckled. "I would pay a million credits to see that my dear."

I nodded in agreement before pulling up the club's layout and location. It was certainly a high-end club, the best for the worst of this planet's underworld. Fancy bars, crystal lightings, and fine liquor with separate, private rooms for the most renowned of the guests. I winced as I realized I'd most likely end up in one of those rooms tonight, trying my best to steal a hard drive well not getting into a one night stand. 

"Are you alright?," Obi-Wan asked, noticing my wince. "Simply...processing the night to come," I replied, giving him a tight smile. "Well, if it's any comfort, you won't be alone," he offered and my mood peaked slightly. "And who's the poor trooper you've decided to punish?," I asked as the doors opened.

"You asked for me General?," Cody said walking in. 

A while later, Cody had been filled in and we all departed, scheduling a departure time for the hanger at 17:00. 

I was not exactly looking forwards to walking half way through the ship to the ever crowded hanger in whatever nightmare Aayla had sent me, but it was also a common meal time for the men, so I hoped to avoid most attention.

Speaking of the package, I opened the door to my quarters and saw a small box waiting for me alongside a medium sized box. I immediately realized one box was for the shoes and I silently begged the Force to let the small box be the shoes. 

A little later, I stood in my small refresher, examining myself in the mirror with growing discomfort. This outfit was perfect for the clubs, that was without question. 

I had on a dress that hugged me tightly, ending just below my finger tips, but with a slit to my upper thighs on both sides. It was a deep and pretty orange that I reluctantly admitted worked very well with my blue skin, but it was also a halter top and backless with a chuck in the front chest area gone in a geometric line design. Far, FAR too much skin was showing for my comfort level.