Flashback

"You both will be stuck within lovers quarrel, at least until a white-haired woman becomes okay with the two of you, but will prosper in the end," the elder woman spoke as she held your palms. "He will be forced to choose between you and another, but that is later to come," she finished before she placed your hands softly back on the table. You quickly pulled them back to your sides, looking at the woman confused.

"So all of that will happen if I continue on my expedition to stop my father from enslaving more of your kind?" You spoke harshly.

"When you put it like that it's slightly harsher than I would imagine," she scoffed. "If you don't believe in what I do, then why did you come to see me?"

"I was curious, you don't see a lot of alien psychics claiming they know who your soulmate is based on the color of your eyes," I spoke as I pushed the chair out. As I began to stand up the woman rushed to my side.

"Dear, I'm sorry if I startled you, but the moment I saw you, I knew the opportunity to read your future was too good to be true," she smiled weakly, reaching her hand toward your forearm, you pulled it back slowly and took a step back.

"It's not true whatsoever you know, you said a lot of stuff wrong. I'll never be enslaved because I'm too quick, and falling in love is not on my agenda," you shook your head in disgrace and began to walk away from her table.

"He must choose between you and your child!" She yelled as you made your distance. "Who he will choose, it will be between you and your unborn child, and you'll hate him for what he does!" You scoffed as you heard his voice trail away.

"Me and my unborn child? What am I, a hooker, I haven't had a serious relationship with a man, let alone let him, gross" you shivered at the thought as you made your way through the streets. You had heard about the psychic all week, she was infamous in town, although the town was run down beyond belief. There were a few people handing out maps and such, and there were a few vendors who sold apples and other products, but nothing was as popular as the town psychic.

"I don't know why I chose to see her, the stuff is all nonsense anyway," you laughed to yourself as you waved at vendors that passed. You looked incredibly suspicious, that's probably why no one was waving back. You had a hoodie on that managed to cover your face. You had to take all caution as to avoid any of the galra recognizing your identity and reporting you to your father. You passed by a woman who was handing out maps of the larger city beyond their town. You smiled in her direction as you took it and sped off. You took different alley exits before sitting beside a bag of cans and pulling out the map and a pen you had taken a week prior.

"So, there are most likely galra ships here," you circled the area of the map nearest to the city center. "And around here," you repeated your previous action, but this time circled an area that was closer to your current location. "I go there, I hop on a ship, they go back to their base, and I check out their prisons," you thought to yourself as you folded the map and placed it on the band of your underwear. You made sure to carry minimal items, and the ones you did, you kept in places no one would dare go. As you continued to walk, the physics voice echoed in your ear.

"Lover's quarrel? Unborn child? Enslavement by heros?" You began to breath heavy as you increased your pace through the roads. "I should never have gone to the woman," you whimpered. You kept your head down and your arms hugging your sides, it almost looked as if you were getting ready to hurl, it definitely felt like it. You leaned against a post and gathered your composure.

"You are not going to be taken, you are not going to fall in love, you are not going to let anyone find out you're a galra, and you're going to go on with life," you heaved as you bent yourself onto your knees. You spit a wad of onto the cement before continuing on your way. You could see people giving you judgemental stares as you buzzed your way through people. After what seemed like an eternity, you made your way to the barricade of officers that lined the outer city. You hid beside a few abandoned buildings. You were in sight of what could be your best misson yet, you just had to find a way to get on that ship.

"My supposed hero and baby daddy, if I'm actually supposed to meet you, this would be the time," you huffed as you swiftly ran to the back of the ship. There were no officers beside the ship, only in the front to ensure no one got past. You scoffed to yourself as you held a map to a city you couldn't access. Once you were inside, you made sure to hide somewhere where the galra would never check after they threw people in, the cells. You hid in the room next to it, which held what you believed to be the belongings of others. You decided to go through the stacks to find anything of use.

"Oh, a utility belt, and a small one too, freaking finally," you smiled as you hooked it to yourself. As you continued searching you stumbled upon the jackpot, a small pouch with two daggers inside. "These prisoners must have been savages," you huffed as you hooked the bag to the belt. You searched some more before you heard people coming. You threw yourself underneath the piles of other junk, praying that the galra didn't see you. Once they threw some more things in, they closed the door and locked it. Leaving you with trash, but other men's treasures.

You kept quiet and waited for what would be the mission that changed everything. At least, that's what the psychic said.