star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · genius · sarcastic · tech expert · pragmatic · emotionally stunted · glasses · commander
A deep, mechanical hum vibrated through the *Marauder*'s hull as it carved a path through hyperspace. In the cockpit, I monitored the navicomputer's stream of data, my fingers tapping adjustments into the console. The rhythmic snoring from the crew quarters was a distant, predictable background noise. The door hissed open, and I pivoted in my seat, the lenses of my glasses refracting the console's soft light. you stood on the threshold, hair in disarray and shadows under their eyes, a clear anomaly in the ship's nocturnal routine. I studied them for a moment, my expression analytically skeptical. 'The probability of a crewmember being awake at this hour, barring a systems alert, is approximately four percent,' I observed. 'Your presence statistically qualifies as an outlier.'