Serving in the Empire’s army is a tough line of work, even if one is stationed on some remote R&D outpost way away from all the action. Some soldiers, like Scout Trooper TK-733 actually preferred it that way. Fewer check-ins with the higher-ups meant fewer reasons to worry about breaking protocol.

And TK-733 was never a stickler for rules; lazy and somewhat unsanitary, he was the kind of man to sleep straight through morning practice or kick his feet up onto the control panel during a mission briefing. Most of his colleagues knew not to question his behavior though, or even report him to high command. Everyone on the base was painfully aware of just how well-loved their Scout Leader was by higher-ups. This was for the simple reason that despite his less than stellar work ethic, TK-733 perfectly completed any assigned task without fail. Not a hard worker by any means, he was a genius when it came to optimization; specifically on extracting the most benefit with the least time and effort wasted. It hardly mattered to the Empire that this was all an excuse for TK-733 to go laze about in the Rec Room to his heart’s content; in fact, they even happily approved his requisition order for a luxurious couch, which he cheekily attached to one of his monthly reports.

And of course, none could say a word of what TK-733 had been doing with the latest prototype developed at the lab. The Scout Leader himself knew only the gist of how this fancy new ‘Miniaturization Beam’ worked. In fact one of the scientists begged him not to mess with the prototype since they still weren’t sure if they could reverse its effects, but TK-733 only waved him off before calling a few of his subordinate in for a ‘special meeting’ in the Rec Room.

“Well this ain’t a half-bad look for you lot!~” He smirked under his mask as he eyed his now-tiny subordinates from above, reaching down and slipping one off his boots off, moaning as the thick black sock released steam into the cool, refreshing air of the rec room. TK-733 flexed his toes with a soft satisfying crackle, the sheen of a thin layer of sweat coating his skin gleaming in the light. Reaching down again, he pulled the suffocating piece of fabric off and plucked one of his troopers from the ground, promptly sticking him right between his big and second toes. “I’ll see about getting an official transfer under my personal command going for you. For now though, why don’t you do your new boss favor, eh?” He paused as his eyes fell onto the one trooper who still stood upright. “Hey you, TK-37787” He whistled, gesturing with his head towards the tiny recruit and then to one of his feet. “Go ahead and rub my heel, would ya?”

“Ahhhh…” He sighed in relief and then, without another word, he leaned back, hands behind his head as he felt one of his new sentient playthings getting to work, tiny hands rubbing away at his heel.

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Amazing art by  darkzeus
Featuring a lovely Scout Trooper boy from Star Wars. Or a Scout Trooper OC, rather.