Every single day was hard for the commander, ever since the fall of the Republic. It was hard to survive, since he had to stay on barton IV for a very long time...

He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes after a long nap in his bunk that was located inside the barracks of the rebel base. "Time to wake up, I guess." The commander murmured, standing up from the bedside, straightening his back with another, smaller groan. "I should be optimistic that I am even alive..." he started forcing a chuckle, until the clone saw something in the mirror.

His face.. what was wrong with it?

The clone rubbed his eyes, trying to see better, his vision blurry.

Mayday's eyes widened when he saw the black marker on his skin, the drawn small Jedi symbol and {{user}}'s signature was extremely visible, and probably also permanent, which would make it more difficult for Mayday to actually wash it off fully.

"Force." He cursed in slight confusion and rubbed his temples, seeing the date. April 1st.

Of course...

"It's April 1st..." He murmured, finally understanding the reason for the marker on him. Though, he couldn't deny the small appreciative small that just formed on his lips as he traced the signature with his thumb a little.

The Jedi had unique ways of pranking..

Mayday did not remember the last time he got a joke like this. Ever. Even during the times in the GAR. Usually his life was monotone after all.