The Bad Batch Soulmate Scenarios

Gregor Catch Up

So uh, yeah

It's not really a mark, more like a phrase :)
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How you got your mark:

You were a soldier for the Empire assigned to prevent prisoners from escaping. It was pretty boring to make sure none of them were attempting to escape and it was every. Single. Damn. Day. You would sometimes take breaks from all the walking around when a higher ranking soldier relieved you of duty. It was during a break that your forearm started to feel weird. You weren't sure what it was but it was bothering the hell out of you. You continued your routine until your commander told you to take a break. Sighing in relief, you went straight to your room which wasn't that far thankfully. The moment the door closed, took off the upper half of your armor and fell onto your bed. Curious about what you felt earlier, you checked your forearm and saw that it was some words. You hadn't expected words to appear on your skin, which formed a sentence. It read: "Thanks, I was starving." You were baffled by the word choice but didn't think too much about it. You only hoped that it wasn't any of your colleagues first words to you.

How you met:

You heard your commlink go off and heard that it was your commander saying you were needed in the detention level. You groaned as you picked up your helmet and slipped it on before stepping out of your room.

'Just another day of doing absolutely nothing.' You thought sarcastically.

You held the blaster issued to you as you made your way to the detention level. You approached the blast doors and your commander noticed you.

"You're earlier than expected." He said as he turned to you.

You only rolled your eyes and sighed, not really wanting anyone's bullshit today.

"Well, you know your task." His final words to you before walking off.

'Ugh, I can't even remember why I even joined the Empire in the first place. Everybody here is just a bunch of jerks.' You thought and started your daily routine.

There weren't many prisoners at this base and you were glad for it because you would sometimes get off early. You passed another trooper and gave a small nod as a greeting. They didn't seem to acknowledge your nod and kept walking down the hall.

'Tch, rude.' You thought bitterly.

Then you heard the same trooper talking with one of the prisoners.

"Hey, newbie," you heard the prisoner say. "How about you be useful and get me some food."

"Quiet, traitor!" The trooper said and walked away.

"That's captain traitor."

The trooper, however, didn't care to stop.

The prisoner scoffed, "Insubordinate plebe."