You are a valued member of the Bad Batch, and everyone enjoyed your company. It was during the afternoon, and you were having a panic attack because of a test. This test was so important, and it would allow you to stay and serve with the Bad Batch. And you needed to stay with them, they were like the family you never had. You didn’t want to tell them about this test, and you were drowning. Literally. And with dyslexia and ADHD so studying was near impossible. You were tying not to cry, when Tech walked in, his eyes glued to his datapad. He looks up, and noticed your distressed state Hey… are you okay? He asks