@gracelingdesolate I accidentally deleted your request so here also it’s late please forgive typos
4. The one where the soulmates have matching glowy marks.
A Jaig’s eye was ingrained on his wrist, that developed in his childhood. “You have a soulmate,” his older brothers would tell him, grinning at the child’s confusion. Soulmate? Rex was hopeful then, tracing the shape over and over at night, letting his fantasies run free. The stories said it would glow when you met them; matching the lovers who were destined to be together. What would they look like? Who would they be? Endless questions would circle in his head, chasing away sleep. One day, he would tell himself. One day.
Others told him he was special then, and lucky that the universe chose him and his soulmate at such a young age. Now, though, it was different. The war dragged ever onward, and with each passing day Rex doubted more. Nobody in a life like his could find someone realistically. What if they had died already? He shuddered at the thought, and shoved it down, turning over in his bed. There were more important things to do. He had a duty.
Time still ran forward, with Rex at the end of its rope. It seemed pointless, he told himself, to want for something so pure when there was so much death. Yet still there was an empty space in his heart, waiting to be filled.
The moment finally came at the time all moments do- when we least expect it.
“This intel better be worth it…” Rex grumbled under his breath, rewiring a ship’s navicomputer. Why they had to build this one in underneath the piloting systems, he didn’t understand. Above him, Jesse was slicing into their systems, grabbing locations and downloading anything useful he could get his hands on. It was Rex’s job to make sure they didn’t leave a trace.
“Got it!” Jesse exclaimed. He ejected the holochip. “Are you done yet Captain?”
Kriffing thing- “Almost,” Rex gave it one final look. “Alright. Let’s scram.”
The pair of them left the smuggling ship as soon as they came, covering their tracks. It was a job well done, as far as he was concerned.
“All that’s left is getting to that drop point.” He said to Jesse.
“Var’Shae should be waiting for us at Omega station.” Jesse imputed their course into the ship.
“Good. Won’t take us long then,” Rex tugged his leather jacket on. He had to dress in civilian clothes this time. Definitely wasn’t something he was used to, but everything was running smoothly so far. “Do you think this will be worth it?”
“I think so,” came the man’s reply. “Commander Var’Shae always has good intel. Keeps her missions clean. You’d like her.”
Var’Shae… If there were complaints to be had, Rex was completely unaware. The commander mainly worked with special ops, sending in spies or intel here and there, pulling the strings when needed. From what he knew, she was clear cut and always got to the point, no typical Jedi mysticism. The two had corresponded before but never officially met. Rex normally felt uneasy going cloak and dagger style, but she was short on agents and this needed to be done. Jesse and the Captain were more than capable for the job.
Soon enough they were docking in the space station. Rex quickly left the ship, leaving Jesse behind. He’d call for backup if needed. After breezing through checkpoints, Rex finally arrived to the drop off location, a small abandoned apartment room, one of several on Omega. He keyed in the password and quickly stepped in.
“Captain Rex,” A low, but pleasant voice greeted him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Commander Var’Shae.” He stood a little straighter on instinct. “The pleasure’s all mine.”
Now that part was surprising. It was nice of her to remember my name though, he thought as he grabbed the holodisk from his jacket’s pocket. She was certainly living up to standards, he definitely wouldn’t complain about working with her again, perhaps-
Their hands touched as Rex transferred the disk and he froze. A sudden warm feeling sparked, flowing up his arm and electrifying the room. And she could feel it, too. Looking down, he could scarcely believe his eyes. There, his mark, glowing white-blue. And hers, matching his in every line and curve, on the inside of her wrist. It was as if the stars aligned, painting a picture clear as day.
“You’re my soulmate….” his voice was a whisper. Overcome with awe. Relief flooded his chest, followed by joy. Rex was not used to these feelings, but he didn’t care. This felt right.
“I…” hers was just as soft. “I never thought I would find you.”
“I know.” He didnt know how, but he did. She knew too. They both felt it. Somehow. Their fingers were still trembling, brushing ever so softly together, as if they were afraid to break the moment
“Sarin. My name is Sarin.” She said, looking up at him. Her eyes were blue, searching his intensely. There was something in them he found to be soothing.
“Sarin…” he tasted the name on his lips. It felt as if he had known it for a long time.
As soon as the words left him, he felt relaxed. Their hands were touching now, unafraid as she laced her fingers with his. Despite the war, and all that loomed on the horizon, Sarin felt at peace here with him. She knew the Force guided her to him, and that they could start something together.
“Well,” Rex was starting to feel embarrassed, but not in a bad way. “We uh, got that intel you needed.”
“Thank you.” Sarin just smiled, and placed the holodisk in her pack. Stepping around the desk, she closed the distance between them.
Rex grabbed her other hand, holding both in his own as she stepped closer. Normally, he wouldn’t even think of being so forward with another partner, but this was not a normal situation. “Do we have time? Can I stay?”
“Of course.” Still holding his hand, Sarin led him to the couch, so that they could both sit down. “We have some catching up to do.”
He was smiling ear to ear. “It’s definitely been long enough.”
For the first time in his life, Rex could see the path ahead. And he no longer had to walk it alone.
