thefreelancerdivision:

Out there, there’s a trooper who didn’t have a name for the longest time. He went through training, through battles, through campaigns, but nothing ever stuck. One night, his battalion is refueling/debriefing on Coruscant, so he and his squad hit up 79’s. They have a grand old time all night and then stumble their way back toward the barracks in the wee hours of the Coruscant morning. On the way, our intrepid trooper tipsily stumbles into a civilian, and when he spins around to apologize, they brush him off with a scowl and a “watch it, pretty boy!” He blinks, long and slow, before grinning at the civvie (and their three friends) and drawling a coquettish, “You think I’m pretty…?” The trooper and his squad return to the barracks even later than they would have before, proudly sporting many more bruises and split lips than they had left with the previous night. When the wake-up call sounds, they fall out of their cots and fall in for roll call.

Smirking, the previously unnamed trooper glances at his squad before stepping forward and declaring, “Corporal Prettyboy, reporting for duty.”