Ever wonder what it's like to belong to a Bad Batch member? This book is for you!
(The Bad Batch and related characters belong to their respective owners and you are you)
Rex, derived from the Latin word for king, is a male given name Mando'a will be translated at the bottom ____________________________________________
How you got your soulmate mark:
Serving up drinks in Cid's Bar was a daily occurrence for you, it is your job after all. You mostly worked evening shifts from four to eight pm. On the weekends, you would take the night shift because that was when most folks would come in. You were wiping down the counter when you felt a burning sensation at the base of your neck. You dismissed it but you kept getting bothered by it, eventually checking it and seeing a pair of Jaig Eyes. Multiple people tried to win you over during your future shifts but you always showed them the mark and they would back off. Despite backing off almost immediately, some of them showed fear in their eyes as they grew wide upon seeing said mark. You thought it was weird but didn't bother asking them why. From that point forward, you were always self-conscious about your mark, also scared of what it could mean.
How you met:
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The jukebox in the corner played music softly as you cleaned the recently used table. It was the weekend so you had to work double time meaning you were in charge of serving people and throwing out the drunks that got too friendly. You finished cleaning the table you were at and went back behind the counter to serve a new person sitting there. You put the rag away and turned to the hooded stranger.
"What can I get for you this evening?" You asked.
"Just water, please." They replied with a gruff voice.
You gave a small nod and turned to grab a cup. You walked over to the sink and switched the tap to cold. You held the cup underneath the stream of water. You turned off the faucet when it was filled about an inch below the rim. You walked back to the stranger and set the cup in front of him.
"Here you go, sir." You said.
"Thanks." He said simply, slightly stiffing.
He grabbed the cup and drank about half of before setting it back down. Before you walked away, you took notice of the helmet that sat next to him. Immediately noticing the pair of Jaig Eyes marked on it, you grew anxious.
"So, uh, you fought in the Clone Wars?" You asked, trying to start conversation.
"Hm?" He was brought out of his thoughts.
"Your helmet. I recognize that style anywhere."
"Oh, I guess you could say that."
"You served under General Skywalker, didn't you?"
He looked up at you with a shocked expression at the mention of his old General.
"H-How did you know?" He asked, uneasy.
"Oh, he spoke highly of you when he would visit me and my sister." You answered.
"That's him alright. He would always brag about how good I was."
