#SHE GOT YOU THERE CROSSHAIR OOF-

[barissoffee]

STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH | 3.05 THE RETURN

[skellymom]

“Who Delt It?” 

The THIRD Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!

To read #2 in the series:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740278235151106049/bombs-away?source=share

Background: Five people on a small ship with one bathroom. Need I say more?

Word count: 392 words

Warning: Farts, stinky humor, pretty tame stuff for Tumblr

“Well, I’m ready for a nap!” Echo leaned back in the co-pilot's seat and closed his eyes. 

“Likewise. Unfortunately, the Marauder won’t fly herself.” Tech sipped his caf enthusiastically, firing up the ship to take off. 

The Batch had just finished a mission on an Outer Rim planet and made friends with the locals there. The locals insisted they share a huge cauldron of stew the community ate together... 

...unfortunately, it ran through EVERYONE in the squad by varying degrees and resulted in some...flatulence. 

“OOF! WHAT THE KRIFF??? WRECKER!!!” Echo screwed up his face in utter disgust. 

“HEEYY, it wasn’t ME!”  

“You ALWAYS state that Wrecker. Whomever smelt it is NOT definitive proof of whomever delt it.” Tech pinched his nose while speaking, his voice sounding comical with a partially obstructed airway. 

Echo frantically waved the offending vapors away, “BLEH!” More dramatic facial expressions. 

Wrecker sat angrily, arms crossed, sulking he had been wrongly blamed. 

At that moment Hunter emerged from the fresher, clearly not “privy” to the current conversation, “You know lads, I...” He stopped DEAD, sniffed, coughed, choked, eyes starting to water. “WHAT THE SUN BAKED BANTHA TURD IS THAT???” 

“Wrecker farted!” Echo fanned his face and grimaced. 

“No... cough...can’t be...cough. Doesn’t have the same smell. Undertones are ALL wrong.” Hunter now had his “Tracker Face” on trying to discern the source of the stench. 

“What! You can IDENTIFY people’s farts by their SMELL???” Echo was incredulous. 

Tech interjected “Of course. Hunter IS known for his enhanced sense of smell. That is how Crosshair became LEGENDARY for his flatulence. He earned the ‘Silent But Deadly” moniker. No matter what mission we were on, or who we served with: The 212th, 501st, Coruscant Guard, or any other. Hunter never failed to pick out Crosshair with a shipload of Republic ration eating clones.” 

Hunter chuckled, “Got to be a game for Crosshair after awhile. Silently drop one and watch all the Regs get mad at each other for stinking the place up. He was proud of it really...but Crosshair ain’t here.” Hunter turned to look at the offending party. 

Everyone else turned to face Omega, silently sitting next to Wrecker hand over her nose and mouth. 

“SORRY!” She yelled embarrassingly, jumped off the chair, ran to the refresher, and slammed the door. 

Wrecker threw up his hands, “GEEZ! I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK WITH YOU GUYS!!!” 

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[stars-n-spice]

Oough,, hear me out-

Bad Ending Bad Batch AU.

Bad Ending Batch? Bad² Batch? I swear I had a cooler name before but I forgot it-

Because I was thinking about like a Bad Endings AU for my ocs and then had an idea to make one for the Bad Batch as well.

Essentially,, it'd be like,, Imperial!Bad Batch - but also like,, okay hear me out:

Hunter:

Literally just Imperial!Hunter

Maybe in this AU at the end of S1 when they capture Hunter and bring him back to Kamino they mess with his chip and he becomes an operative

And oh BOY is he a very useful weapon for the Empire with his heightened senses and all of that

Echo:

In this AU Echo never made it out of the stasis chamber (oof)

Ended up stuck in there and at the end of the war, even if they didn't really need his strategies anymore, they decided to keep him

Then he becomes "The Algorithm" or something and they continue to seep information out of him that could help

Eventually they probably take him out of the chamber and use him as an operative as well since he was an ARC Trooper and therefore highly skilled

Like,, Winter Soldier-esque probably because they have to brainwash him or something since his chip probably doesn't work

Wrecker:

I mean,, we got a glimpse of what he'd be like in this AU in canon

And it's basically just that

This AU is "what if they never got Wrecker's chip out?" sort of deal

They pull a "he's too far gone" and for their safety bolt out of there, leaving Wrecker

Eventually he makes his way back to the Empire and starts to do work for them and is a fucking FORCE of nature

Like,, holy shit,,

Tech:

Return of CX-2

He'd be the last of his brothers to fall (lmao literally) into the hands of the Empire

Bad Batch Bad Ending AU is basically just,, Tech Lives AU but as CX-2

Probably gets paired with Crosshair a lot on missions and they are both forces to be reckoned with

Crosshair:

He's basically the same (as in like S1 and half of S2 Crosshair)

MAYBE there's the chance that he "gets better" but this is the Bad Endings AU so like,, psshh that doesn't happen

No they keep messing with his chip and he becomes worse

Loyal to the Empire to a fault would fucking die for them if the time came

Nothing you say or do will sway him

Omega:

Okay so like,, I'm thinking in this AU either she 1) ends up staying on Kamino and eventually starts to work in the science division of the Empire when she's a bit older (like Emerie) and then is subjected to experiments once they realize she's got a compatible M-Count

OR 2) she DOES leave with her brothers but then slowly loses them one by one to their chip/the Empire until she's all alone again and after failed attempts to save them she finds Boba instead and stays with him (and Bossk or Cad Bane or whoever) and becomes a bounty hunter like Boba

You could even have a 3rd option where you mush those two together - she escapes the Imperial facility and THEN finds Bossk and Boba or like,, idk one or the other of the first two

Might make designs for them later idk.

Feel free to add on any other ideas though!!

[lokigirlszendaya]

The Force Works in Mysterious (and Fabulous) Ways

Polygamous Bad Batch x OC

Warnings: Slow burn, oblivious OC

Chapter 3: Sparkles, Sass and a Crime Lord

The Marauder coasted through hyperspace, quiet for once. No alarms. No explosions. No glitter.

Yet.

Wrecker was lying belly-down on the floor with Lula, trying to teach the little stuffed Tooka how to arm a thermal detonator (a deactivated one, thankfully). Tech was running diagnostics. Crosshair was cleaning his rifle with the delicate care of a man who had very specific opinions about barrel polish.

Talia was in the galley.

More specifically—she had taken over the galley.

“Okay,” she said brightly, balancing a mixing bowl in one arm and stirring with the other, “I know I’m not supposed to use the emergency food stores, but like, these ration bars are basically tragic. So I melted them down with some caf crystals and a touch of vanilla extract I may or may not have found in Tech’s kit—”

“That wasn’t vanilla,” Tech called without looking up.

“Oh. Huh. Well, it smells like dessert.”

Wrecker peeked over the edge of the booth. “Are those cupcakes?!”

Talia beamed. “They wish they were cupcakes. I call them survival s’mores. They’re technically edible. I think.”

“I’m eatin’ five.”

Hunter walked in just in time to see Wrecker shove an entire one in his mouth, grunt in confusion, and then give a delighted thumbs-up.

“Alright, break’s over,” Hunter said, arms crossed. “We’ve got a new assignment.”

Talia popped up from behind the counter, cheeks dusted with glittery powder. “Ooooh, is it more explosions? Because I can totally work those into the plan this time.”

“No explosions,” Hunter said with a long-suffering sigh. “Diplomacy.”

Crosshair groaned. “Worse.”

Tech raised an eyebrow. “Details?”

Hunter nodded toward the holoprojector. A blue shimmer flickered to life, revealing a stately Twi’lek in rich robes. “This is Joro Kal, a regional kingpin who runs spice trade routes through the Mid Rim. The Republic’s trying to secure an alliance to keep Separatist influence out of the area.”

“So why send us?” Crosshair asked, unimpressed.

“Because he hates clones,” Hunter said flatly. “And Jedi.”

“Oof. Okay, so… why send me?” Talia asked, popping a marshmallow in her mouth.

“You’re not exactly… typical,” Tech offered diplomatically.

She grinned. “You mean I’m fabulous.”

“You’re something,” Hunter muttered. “The Council thinks you might win him over. With your… approach.”

“My approach is effective,” she said with mock offense. “Ruthless optimism and radical sparkle energy? Deadly.”

“You’ll go in alone. We’ll hang back unless things go wrong.”

“They always go wrong,” Crosshair said.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Talia replied, flipping her hair over one pointed ear. “He’s gonna love me.”

⸻

Later that night, in a grand villa carved into the cliffs of Kalas Prime, Talia strolled into the throne room like she owned it.

Her robe today was sleeker, dark purple with shimmering gold trim, cut in a way that was somehow both Jedi-appropriate and red carpet-ready. Her hair was braided back in a crown twist. Her saber was clipped to her belt—decorative, but still humming with latent danger.

The guards stared.

Joro Kal raised a skeptical brow. “You’re the Jedi?”

Talia curtsied. Curtsied. “Master Talia Auren, at your service. Thank you so much for having me. This palace? Divine. I adore your taste.”

Joro blinked. “You came unarmed?”

“Oh, honey.” She smiled sweetly. “You’re not going to try anything silly, are you?”

Behind the curtains, Hunter—hidden with the squad—whispered into his comm, “She just called a crime lord honey.”

“I’m concerned by how well it’s working,” Tech whispered back.

⸻

Talia spent the next hour dazzling the crime lord with idle chit-chat, fashion talk, compliments, subtle nudges of the Force, and a perfectly timed comment about how messy the Separatists’ aesthetics were. Joro was soon laughing, sipping wine, and declaring that “The Republic might not be so bad after all—at least they send the fun Jedi.”

The deal was signed by dessert.

And when the Batch met her outside afterward, jaws all a little slack, Talia just shrugged.

“I told you. Sparkle energy. Deadly.”

“You’re terrifying,” Crosshair said.

“I know.” She winked

[tired-night-owl]

Bad batch season 3 episode 14 reaction *SPOILERS*

Mmm I don’t like this music

Why is rampart’s and crosshair’s relationship growing on me…

My boi if you die I will kill you

Eww shit face

They’re really hitting it with the clouds this season

Bruh just let them go with the girl !!!

Babies

I don’t like you bitch

Awwww omega is so proud of her brothers

Rampart is so clueless with the batch

I’m sure he’s glad cross DIDNT manage to get them on their side while he was imperial

GIRLY SCREAM

ECHO OMG OMG OMG I HOPE THEY DONT FIND YOU

Bruh your arm is showing XD

Awww bb your hand it’s totally mental related you haven’t shaken in a while

He loves omega so much

Unfortunately yes lol

ECHO GOT A HAND

Hehe the way he joined the group so sneaky

Oh boi omega they’re not soldiers I don’t think that’s going to go well

Damn you almost lost your head there girl

Awww crosshair

Fuck off rampart

I don’t like they’re relationship anymore he’s a bitch

Took off your glove there echo

Guys I don’t like rampart either but stop pushing him around he keeps whining

Uh oh

That’s not a mossy rock

Rampart is so bb girl

Y’all you can’t fight the big cat bear thingy barehanded

Leave rampart he’s not important anymore

That little girl is adorable

Bruh wat

Experimenting on them wasn’t enough you’re starving them too ?!

Oh there’s the zilo beast I wondered what happened with it

Oof she made it in time

FUCK ECHOIIO

Pls Emerie just help him

Girl just listen to mom and help him

Oh god I knew she was going to use the beast that won’t end well

Argggg 20 minutes episodes aren’t long enough for this story line X(

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on TBB 3x10: Identity Crisis and 3x11: Point of No Return

SPOILERS BELOW

Let's not start kidnapping kids for experimentation. That's never going to go well

This show has progressively gotten greyer and it's so depressing. I want my sunshine back

Of course the Empire are experimenting on kids. "Oh we cAn'T fiNd EnOugH aDulTs. We juSt uSe cHilDrEn iNsteAd". 🖕

Ayyyyy Bane is back!

Well he didn't kill the parent so that's something

This is so depressing 😭

"I was following protocol". Everything that comes close to "good soldiers follow orders" makes me really sad

Have we met someone else called Jax? I swear we've heard that name before

The fact that they have 3 specimens but their specimen numbers are much higher than 3 does not make me feel good. What happened to all of the other ones???

"To retrieve it". "It". Literally just an object to Dr Arsehole over here

Trandoshan? Pirate? FUCK YOU CID FOR SPILLING ABOUT PHEE

"Let's just say I'm good at my job" suggests he has picked up a hell of a lot more than 3 kids so where are the others?!

NOT THE LULA DOLL

I feel like this is a good time to note that I still don't like Emerie. Her dedication to Hemlock and her involvement in the Empire up until this point outweigh all of her current actions for me. So no, I still don't like her.

"But what about Nala Se?" I hear you ask. Don't like her either! I respect that she's trying to protect Omega but the number of problems that lanky bitch has caused means that I'm not going to forgive her that easily

People really need to stop leaving the door to their ship open BECAUSE SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS

1600??? FOR FUEL?! BITCH THEY TRIED SELLING ECHO FOR 2000

Tbf with fuel prices the way that they are I shouldn't be surprised

NOOOOO NOT PABU 😭

DON'T LEAVE THE GOGGLES THERE

AND LULA TOO?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THAT'S NOT GOOD

Oof that little bit of Omega's theme really hits in the feels 🥲

Eliminate them? How about no

NOT THE MARAUDER

I KNOW IT WAS IN A TEASER CLIP BUT NOOOOOOOOO

You know what I'm suddenly very glad that the goggles and Lula were off the ship

Nah I don't like that Wrecker's down. He never goes down for long

"Search every domicile" Domicile? DOMICILE?! Now where have we heard someone use that term before...

The Kiners are really popping off with this soundtrack 🔥

Crosshair's little "uh huh" 😭

SOMEONE CALL ECHO FFS

How about no to the recapture plan

If CX-2 turns out to be Tech then we only have 4 episodes left to address that entire storyline and I don't know what to do with that information

Errrrrr Hunter's not gonna be happy when he finds out what Crosshair and Omega have been up to

Neither's Wrecker tbf

Or Echo

Anyway... Cross is going to have a fun time explaining that one

Echo's gonna get a fun call as well. "So errr... The Empire took over Pabu, Omega got herself recaptured by choice and the Marauder is in pieces so... can we get a lift please?"

FUCK CROSSHAIR MISSED THE TRACKER

Me after these episodes

Some solid episodes today. I really enjoyed them! Am I still annoyed that Echo is still stuck as someone to be name dropped but not actually put in the episode? Yes. But these were some strong episodes.

I'm still trying to compute how this is all going to get wrapped up in 4 episodes though. That's really not a lot of time. 😭

BINGO UPDATE

Only just clocked that I have "Batcher dies" written on it. When I wrote it I meant one of the Batch members. I didn't know we were gonna get a hound called Batcher 😅

[sev-on-kamino]

First off, I hope you're having a lovely day! Second, I hope the weekend is even better for you! and third, B, F, and K for the fanfic ask game?

The day was super long, but I’ve clocked out, and I have caffeine, so I’m ready to turn it around and have a great weekend 😎 thank you so much for sending these in 💙💙

It got lengthy so under the cut it goes 😌

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Yes! Like reader trying to sneak out of the matchmaking office? That was me trying to sneak out of a job interview 😅I also didn’t make it out in time 😂

Or in “Focus” where Crosshair kept distracting reader? That was a guy I had a crush on, flirting with me while he was supposed to be teaching me how to drive manual. I stalled the car out repeatedly, but we dated for 2 years, so 😅

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

“Your shoulders are still too tight. I’m going to drink that caf myself,” you threatened.

“I did try the breathing exercises you suggested,” he countered.

“Really?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head with a light smirk.

“You’re my worst patient. I do house calls for you, and this is how you repay me?”

“How else should I repay you?” He asked, as you stepped in front of him to check his vitals.

“Following my instructions would be an amazing start.”

“Not happening. Anything else?”

“Not anything within regulation,” you said, your eyes flicking to his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“How far outside of regulation are we talking?” He asked quietly.

I loooooooove this exchange between Fox and reader! I was so excited about sharing it because I finally felt like I’d nailed the snappy back and forth that shifts smoothly into flirting. I can’t flirt to save my life, so I am always worried I sound awkward. This came out exactly the way I wanted though and I felt instant pride 🥲 I had to answer the other questions before I could touch this one, because there was one other that I love but it would be a spoiler 😭😭😭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

👀 oof I’ll keep it short. Kix has just proposed to reader, she’s said yes. Blissful. But he has to finish the investigation he started because he owes it to Fives. She supports him 100%. He leaves, ends up in stasis, and she never knows for certain what happens to him. The fic picks up after stasis, and he wants to know what happened to her. Only to find a holo journal that she kept where she made an entry for him every day until she accepted he wasn’t coming back, and she had to move on. There was NOTHING but heartbreak and pain down that road. NOTHING I SAY 😔 I was listening to “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift and I was in. my. feelings.

[jedinightsister]

So let me spiral into my Bad Batch feels in this site as well with a bit (okay, it's not a bit, it turned out longer than intended oof) of a headcanon or idk, just ramblings in general...

Once Tech inevitably figures out where the Empire is holding Crosshair and their other fellow clones, Echo is the one to persuade Hunter to take up the mission. Yes, it's risky. But they are more than just soldiers. They're brothers.

Let me start with Omega. She's always known about the inhibitor chips even before everyone else did. And she knew that Crosshair was heavily affected by it. Then, even as Crosshair clarifies it that it was his choice, she still doesn't blame him and remains optimistic that he will eventually be part of their little family again.

Next, with Wrecker. His vibrant energy so much like Omega's, but he actually spent so much time with Crosshair. Again, I have to bring up some observations with my Bad Batch s1 and TCW Bad Batch rewatches. Wrecker and Crosshair had a lot of banter. Wrecker with childish humor, and Crosshair with his deadpan seriousness. But even then, I really sense how much they enjoyed each other's company in their own ways, so the idea that Crosshair is out there and might be in trouble, to Wrecker, it doesn't matter much what terrible past he had done. He just missed his friend, his brother.

Over the course of s2, large in part with the help of Omega, Tech's ability to understand and express his emotions have improved a great deal. That convo between him and her really put things into perspective for Tech, and when he met the crew to discuss that decrypted data for Echo, he carries this air of vulnerability to him now. He's allowing himself that in his own way. There's this strong sense of him being concerned for his brother in his own way that he may have actually looked up his number in the Empire's records just to make sure Crosshair was safe. And he wasn't.

Echo would feel very responsible to do whatever he can to make sure Crosshair and the rest of his brothers are safe and not experimented on. He knows the kind of shit that feels like and no matter if he is on the losing battle, as long as he does his very best to make sure everyone else is okay, that's more than good enough for him.

Then you have Hunter, whose hesitation to believe Crosshair's signal is rooted in protectiveness toward the crew, but also because he blames himself. In s1, he specifically mentions to Omega that he's not angry at Crosshair, he's angry at himself. Even when s1 ends and Crosshair makes it clear he's choosing the Empire, those self blaming feelings aren't something he can just shake off. He's their team leader, he feels responsible, and even though he probably wants to have the hope that he can get his brother to reunite with the crew, there's just so much risk and he can't afford to lose any more of his family.

Last but certainly not the least, we got our batcher in trouble, Crosshair. He carries so much pain in him, thinking that they abandoned him when he chose to side with the Empire. That's what they were supposed to do, right? And do it together. But as it turns out, the Empire didn't care for him. So now he's fighting back in his own way. There's a lot of guilt here too, he's not just suffering physical pain from the torture by Hemlock and co, his solitude is heavily highlighted. Right now, he thinks he has no one anymore. Not even the Bad Batch. So when he figures out what Hemlock wants, he didn't even try to escape the prison, to escape his pain. Not really. He doesn't feel deserving or worthy anymore because of his choices. Despite that, he still believed in his crew and chose to protect them, even Omega, whom in some ways he may have felt jealous in earlier parts of the show, for taking his place as a member of the team. Crosshair chose to carry all the pain. He may not have hope for himself anymore, but his family- they still have hope and he gave the little of what's left in him to them.

Next week is gonna be such an emotional rollercoaster ride, I am both soooo excited and soooo terrified...

[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on this wip wednesday 💕

tagging @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @fourlittleseedlings, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @kittiofdoom, @baldurrs, @poetikat, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood, @purplehairsecretlair, @inafieldofdaisies, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @roofgeese, @passinoutpieces, @gaeadene, and anyone else wanting to share something they've made! No pressure as always and if we're moots and I didn't tag you 1) I'm so sorry and 2) please consider yourself tagged as well lemme see what you're working on

Anyway, been knee deep in plotting kneeling at the crossroads recently so i haven't really written much, but here's a recycled bit from fragile creatures chapter 8 (pay no mind that ch 6 still isnt finished and neither is ch 7) that i posted last week (but not as a wip wednesday) ♻️♻️♻️

Slowly, Jacob lifts his hands and turns around to face his attacker. She stands only a few yards away, her rifle trained on him. “Tell me, Deputy,” he drawls, not bothering to hide the way his eyes rake over her form, and enjoying just how good she looks wearing his jacket. Her posture is tense, as if bracing for the shot she hasn’t even fired yet. But her finger is on the guard, not the trigger. She isn’t going to shoot him, “Was it luck or skill that you found me?”

The Deputy’s face twitches, her nose scrunching in a way that might have been cute on anyone else. She keeps her rifle pointed at his chest. “What’s it matter,” she sneers. “You’re the one in my crosshairs.”

“It matters,” he starts, taking a single step towards her. Testing. Taunting. Her feet remain planted where they are, but she flinches and curls back, ever so slightly. Barely perceptible, but just enough to get a smile to stretch across his lips. “Because luck runs out.” 

He takes another step forward, this time more confidently. And just as he thought, she takes one step back to maintain her distance. 

Unfortunately for her, the log she’s in front of doesn’t move with her. Her calf makes contact with it and her eyes go wide. But at that point, it’s too late. Her upper body keeps moving backwards. Then down. She falls back, and just before gravity finishes the job, Jacob surges forward, snatching the gun from her hands. 

She lands gracelessly on her back amidst the pine and fallen leaves. The wind is pushed from her lungs in an audible “oof” that’s followed by a creaking wheeze. 

And just to pour a little more salt in the wound, Jacob points the barrel of her own gun in her face. “Skill doesn’t.”

If she had put an ounce of effort into applying the murderous look reddening her face, he’d be dead a thousand times over. His smile widens.

Lowering the weapon, he extends his arm, holding out his right hand for her. 

The Deputy stares at it for a long moment, her jaw clenching and lips twitching. “What the Hell are you playing at?” she asks suspiciously. 

“I was enjoying a nice hunt,” he says. “You were the one who came in wanting to play games.”

She rolls her eyes. “Can’t imagine what that’s like,” she deadpans. 

“There ain’t nothing nice about how you hunt, sweetheart,” Jacob snorts. He curls his fingers beckoningly. “C’mon. Get up.”

The Deputy makes a low sound in her throat, something akin to a growl, but it isn’t directed at him. Her hand thrusts out to grasp his, and for just a moment he braces himself in case she tries to get clever and drag him down to her. 

But she doesn’t. 

Her hand wraps around his own, gripping it far more firmly than he had anticipated. He helps haul her to her feet, and she looks pissed off about it the entire time. 

She takes a moment to brush herself off, pointedly not looking at him while she does. “I suppose it’d be too much to ask for my gun back,” she says, glaring up at him. 

He looks thoughtfully at the rifle, making a show of considering a decision he’s already made. With a shrug, he holds her weapon out. “I’ve already got one,” he says, adjusting the shoulder strap of his MBP .50. Then, more seriously, he adds, “You really need to clean that thing.”

“You’re a dick,” she mutters, snatching her gun from his hands. 

[eriexplosion]

Okay, picking back up just after the test battle.

The counter report saying Caleb escaped is fascinating to me because like when the hell did Crosshair get the time to file that? Is he sitting in his box fortress TYPING INTENTLY while everyone just watches wondering what his problem is? Did he even know how to file a report before this or did he have to look it up?

"You got shot. It happens all the time." and Hunter looks SO suspect. Honestly they really could have called Crosshair being affected by the same programming so much earlier, but I think they just didn't want it to be the case. If they let it go long enough he'll probably be fine and back to normal right? The guilt possibilities here are Huge.

I just don't like Tarkin inspecting them. Terrible vibes. Get away from the Batch old man.

When they land on Onderon Wrecker going WELL AT LEAST IT'S NOT A SWAMP while stomping is adorable. And then him and Tech's little back and forth about Your Programming's Kicking In and Wrecker just fucking. YEETING HIM FORWARD WITH A BACK SLAP. I JUST ADORE THEM.

Crosshair just chomping at the bit when will he get the order to murder he craves to murder, they were ordered to MURDER. I do think it's interesting that he's waiting for Hunter to make the call when he already HAS the orders to eliminate everyone there. And of course, when told to stand down he hesitates but eventually gives his GREAT BIG SIGH OF RESENTMENT and does what he's told. I really really want to see a Crosshair that never got his chip enhanced, I just think there's potential there. If nothing else, half-chipped Crosshair is HILARIOUS.

God I hope these little kids got out before The Events of Replacements.

SAW. I genuinely do love him, his entire life has been twisted by fighting wars and he doesn't have any other view of the world, especially after losing his sister, and I just. *grabby hands* want more Saw in season 3, they met him in both seasons so far, give us a third one. Especially if Crosshair is with them because oof the fucking. Drama Potential.

Speaking of Crosshair "Is that a request" at the man holding the gun so glad that the chip does not do anything like boost your survival instincts, Cross.

Genuinely the way everyone side eyes him is SO funny. Freak of a sniper is trying to get everyone killed because even under Imperial Mind Control he cannot resist mouthing off.

Seriously, Saw kneeling down to interact with the kids is An Emotion for me, every time we glance in on him he's further along the downward questionable morals spiral but he does always care Intently, that never changes even when he's been pushed into his worst.

THE GUN FLIP TO HAND IT BACK TO HUNTER WHILE TALKING REMAINS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS.

Another thing that is one of my favorites is Hunter drawing and shooting over Crosshair's shoulder mid argument with Crosshair not even flinching.

He's so fucking argumentative just to be difficult. MAYBE THEY'RE NOT INNOCENT CIVILIANS. MAYBE THE JEDI DID SPY ON US. Crosshair talks so much more during this episode than others and he spends every single sentence saying something batshit.

"She's one of us. We're not leaving her there." And then they have to leave Crosshair there, I am UNWELL. Let them stop having to leave people behind please.

I paused perhaps a bit too long on when they're all shoved in the brig. Sue me, they don't get put in skintight outfits enough I have to enjoy it while it's there.

Wrecker trying to ease the tension again and it simply does nothing because Crosshair is DETERMINED to have a fight. He will get the tensions sky high like it or not.

I love/hate the detail of being able to see Crosshair react to the chip, and that it comes right after Tech's line about not knowing that disobeying orders was a problem, like the chip has to push back on that because Crosshair knows Tech's right, just there has to be so much going on in his head right now.

OMEGA <3 <3 <3 darling child is an angel, I get feels every time she says it's not his fault. I wish he could remember that.

Also am hit in the feels by Hunter insisting they all stay together, yes Crosshair is going absolutely insane but it doesn't matter, they're a squad and they stay together. Sure it doesn't work out that way, but he TRIED. And Crosshair's reaction to it is understated but also so good. The unenhanced chip was not enough to totally break their bond it took SO MUCH to finally break Crosshair away from them all.

The chip enhancement scene just looks so fucking painful. There's smoke coming off his fucking head. At least we have the immediate follow up cute moment of Omega copying Hunter in the brig and Tech's adorable leg jiggle so I don't have to sit with the horror for too long but damn.

Form a wall of extremely natural behavior to hide that Wrecker is going to punch their way out of the cell. Echo is examining their nails through their fucking gloves for gods sake.

Also shout out to Tech being able to bend metal with his bare hands.

The music on Crosshair coming out after being fully taken over is fantastic, just, the Agony is real.

Tech is already inside the ship did he even know just who was attacking them until they got on the ship without Crosshair oh my god. (Wonder how that affected his opinion on the whole going back for him thing, like, he's the only one that didn't see Crosshair coming out like that, didn't have that instant shock of being shot at by him)

Shooting Wrecker after the whole 'you got shot, it happens all the time' is also The Agonies. Just. GOD this whole scene is so fucking good.

Hunter trying very hard to relate to the child and looking blatantly uncomfortable the whole time. I like the quiet exhaustion of everyone else contrasted with Omega's full childlike wonder about space, THE LAYERS ARE THERE.

Rewatching Aftermath and I keep pausing to squeal because of my just. Unhinged affection for them. Favorite things thus far (5 whole minutes) are:

Unhinged Tech behavior. Smacking a droid with his datapad just because, going up to already doomed tanks like CLANKER CATCH and throwing a droid popper, immediately becoming a recluse when he meets someone new and giving the LEAST INVESTED WAVE I HAVE EVER SEEN and a .2 second glance.

Seriously Crosshair is more polite with his very Serious Nod.

Our briefest glimpse of Hunter without depression and Crosshair without uh. ALL OF THAT. We get like a minute with them like this before Events pile drive them both into the floor.

ECHO SCOMP SALUTE <3

Wrecker just straight up having a completely unburdened good time, I want this for him again.

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39 and 42 for your bad batch ask game? 😊

Hello there! Thank you for the asks :D

39. Favorite quote?

Oof, oh man. I shot myself in the foot with this one, why did I ask for one singular quote?

Ummm,,, off of the top of my head?

"I thought it was obvious."

42. Tattoo headcanons?

I think all of them have a "99" somewhere on their body.

Omega also secretly asks Crosshair for a tattoo before she's like 18 or something (because Hunter said no).

Hunter:

- Love the idea of the skeleton tattoo going down half of the rest of his body

- Has the "99" tattoo on his back like in the area between the shoulder blades/bottom of the neck but his hair always covers it up

Echo:

- Of course he has a "5" tattoo either on his chest or on his left arm along with a domino

- Used to have a tattoo honoring Hevy on his thigh (doesn't have it anymore on the reason that he got blown up but he repainted it onto his prosthetic)

- Has the "99" tattoo on right arm

Wrecker:

- Doesn't like needles so doesn't have many tattoos

- Just the one "99" on the forearm

Tech:

- I feel like he's heavy tattooed underneath everything because he would sit and work on something while letting Crosshair practice tatting him

- Both his arms are covered in sleeves of various little things pertaining to the squad or just doodles Crosshair felt like doing

- His "99" is on his left shoulder

Crosshair:

- Big fan of him having a snake on his right arm

- Also probably has some kind of intricate design on his left thigh

- His "99" is on the right shoulder

Omega:

- Her "99" is on her wrist

- Later on I think she would get a sleeve of things that honor her brothers and their adventures (ie the skull, Lula, Crosshair’s scope, Tech's little lightning bolts, a handprint, etc..)

Thanks for the asks! 🩵💫

Here's a link to the list if anyone would like to send asks or have asks sent to them :D!

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Hey I hope you are well! I saw the fic ask game list you had shared and just wanted to submit an ask for K and L :)

Hey love! I'm doing better than yesterday, but still a little off - this is me trying to break out of a little funk, so thanks for asking!!

That first one, though... oof. mkay, so listen... I am a very damaged individual. Know that before you judge me, because this is about to get dark. (also, it's in-depth so is long)

K: *Big breath* Gonna start with trigger warnings: non-con, dream torture, forced preg termination, psychological torture.

oookie, so this is a super long fic that is actually where my Vacation fics originated. Gonne just highlight the gist - Fem reader is force sensitive and was taken by a sith dude to be used to try to make her father reveal the location of jedi holocrons. That failed, so he tried to make her his apprentice, which also eventually fails, so he he tortures her to try to break her will to fight him, at which point the non-con and forced preg termination occurs. She escapes and crashed onto Ord Mantel where she run into Omega, ends up saving her from some bounty hunters but is wounded even further in the process so ends up being taken off world with the guys (sans Crosshair who is briefly mentioned to have left the Empire but refused to rejoin his brothers after the events of season 1). She and Hunter slowly become a thing, and they run into Crosshair on opposite sides of a retrieval mission, but there's an ice cave in and Cross and the oc end up having a bonding moment before they're rescued, after which, she starts sending him regular messages occasionally with commentary from the others in some effort to include him in his brothers' lives once more. Jump forward several months: that sith captures her and uses force bs to give her dreams where cf99 (sans Cross because he wasn't actively with them when she was captured) tortured her so when she's eventually rescued, she's so traumatized that she can't be in the same room with them without having a panic attack. They'd call Crosshair for help getting her out, and she ends up clinging to him as she recovers, so much so, that when he leaves, she goes with him. There's this super heartbreaking reoccurring hope from Hunter that she'll come back, but, months later, she still can't get within several feet of him without having a panic attack and has to really push the idea that she's not coming back but that it's not his fault, and when, after about a year of traveling together, she and Crosshair become a thing, oooo there's so much angst and confusion. There's a relatively happy ending, but I kinda wrote it in broken chunks, so it's pretty much only half written and will likely never see the light of day, but that's my most angsty idea.

L: The real question is: how many tiny edits do I make after posting... Honestly, this varies significantly. Most chapters don't get revised so much as edited or maybe reworded here and there. I think there have only been one or two where I just didn't like how it was going and ripped my heart out by totally deleted a chunk to start over (that's a lie - I copy it onto a separate word document in case I change my mind). I still go back to old chapters and realize I wrote "spook" instead of "spoke" or, my favorite "fingered" instead of "figured"

Thanks again and sorry it got to long winded!

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Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

It Started With a Vacation

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Chapter Seventeen

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Chapter Eighteen

*very important note please read* I will be explaining why Tie talks the way he does (as you will see) in further detail in the future in a separate story, but a brief summary is that he talked differently as a cadet to get on the Kaminoan’s nerves. The way he speaks is in no way meant to be offensive, and if anyone finds that it is, please let me know and I will repost this with changes made. I will not be mad, I want to make sure that no one is hurt by my writing, and if you are, I would very much like to know so I can make changes

Months went by and your time with Crosshair and the batch remained fleeting. You learned quickly to cherish every moment you had with him. Every glance across the hangar was ingrained in your mind, every soft touch was felt for days after. Every lingering kiss was still tasted on your lips long after you had gone your separate ways, anticipating the next time you would be together.

As the months went by, so did the war. It became more deadly, spanning farther across the galaxy. Your time was being split more and more between royal duties and Jedi duties, and you felt more exhausted then you let on. Every time you saw someone, you put on a shield, disguising your stress as tiredness from a long battle. A battle that just didn’t seem to end.

You were currently with Jawa Squad, hanging out with them as you awaited a new mission. You hadn’t been on one for over a standard week, and the boys were getting restless.

“No way, I can’t believe we’re actually working with them,” Steele said as he looked at a datapad, reading the details of the mission you’d just received. You looked over at him questioningly, briefly losing focus in your grappling with Tie, which he used to his advantage to take you down to the floor.

“Kriff, damnit!” you said, struggling on the ground under him. 

“Can’ git distracted on the battlefield,” he chuckled before letting out an “oof!” as you kneed him in the gut and shoved him off. You quickly climbed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Using his legs, he tossed you over his head, and you barely managed to flip over him, landing on your back and knocking the air from your lungs. 

“Alright, don’t kill her,” Bomber laughed, helping you up after you caught your breath.

“Well, ya know she was the one who wanted tuh grapple with meh,” Tie defended. “She knows ‘ow I fight.”

“And for some reason that doesn’t stop me from trying,” you mumbled, rubbing your back. “Did you say we got a new mission, Steele?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “and you won’t believe who we’re working with.”

“Who? It better not be Krell, I’ll kill him before we get on the venator.”

“No, it’s not Krell,” Hex assured, walking over with Sans. “We’re working with Clone Force 99.”

“The Bad Batch?” you asked, taken by surprise. “But they don’t work with regular troops.”

“Well, seems like they are this time,” Hex shrugged.

“Looks like we git tuh meet y/n’s man finally,” Tie said to Bomber.

“Yeah, and maybe he’ll be able to understand the way you talk,” Bomber laughed back, and Tie just rolled his eyes.

“I can talk perfectly ‘proper’, as the Kaminoans call it, when I want to. I just prefer not to,” Tie said matter-of-factly. Bomber just shook his head with a small chuckle, turning when Aid stepped closer.

“There’s something you guys missed,” Aid said, holding up a datapad. “It says here that it’s just Jawa Squad, y/n, and Clone Force 99. Not the entire 17th.”

“Just us?” you questioned, looking around at the six clones.

“Huh, I guess they really don’t like working with regular troopers,” Sans said. 

“That much that they gotta request jus’ a squad?” Tie asked, peering over Aid’s shoulder to read.

“Guess so. Maybe it won’t be too big of a mission then.”

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m sure we’ll find out. Come on, let’s go get ready,” you said.

“But I didn’t get tuh grapple Steele!” Tie complained before Steele tossed Sans his datapad and tackled the unsuspecting clone. Tie let out a surprised yelp before pushing Steele off and rolling over. The two got into a little grappling match, and you all shook your heads at them while walking out of the room.

“Hey! Don’t leave us!” Steele called after you, scrambling to his feet and sprinting to catch up. Tie was quick to follow, nearly colliding into Bomber as he reached you. 

“Easy, Tie-ger,” Bomber joked, and Tie just playfully shoved his arm.

You walked with them to their bunks where they put on their armor and got ready to head out. You looked over the mission while you waited, noting the important details. It didn’t seem too hard, or long, but it was definitely something your men weren't used to. It also seemed as though Tech had already planned out everything, so all you had to do was go over it with the Batch.

“Everyone ready?” Hex asked as they were finishing up. The others nodded, and you headed to the hangar. You would be taking an omicron shuttle, much like the one the Batch used, instead of a venator or a gunship. 

“Does anyone even know how to fly one of these?” Steele asked as they walked towards it.

“Me and Bomber do,” Hex responded. He was the first one to board, and you followed behind the rest of them. As you were about to step on the boarding ramp, you heard a ship flying into the hangar. You turned to see Tech expertly, but wildly, maneuvering the Havoc Marauder to land next to your shuttle.

“Hey boys, they’re here. You want to come meet them?” you called, and a few seconds later they joined you on the ramp. The Batch also left their shuttle, coming out to greet you. You smiled widely at them, but they all remained relatively neutral, only showing a little bit of a smile as you walked over.

“San, Hex, Steele, you’ve briefly met the Batch before, haven’t you?”

“Well, if being threatened by one of them can be considered meeting,” Sans laughed, though he was the only one, and Crosshair gave him a slight glare.

“Well, I might as well introduce everyone then,” you said. “Jawa Squad, this is Clone Force 99, also known as the Bad Batch. Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.” You pointed to each one, smiling a bit more when you pointed to Crosshair. He wasn’t looking at you, however. His eyes were trained on where Sans’s arm was thrown over your shoulders.

“Batch, these are the men of Jawa Squad. You’ve seen Sans, Hex, and Steele before,” you said, motioning to the three. “Crosshair, I think you met Aid briefly when you saved me, and the final two are Bomber and Tie.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Hunter said, extending his hand to Sans. Sans took it and their grasps were firm on each other, holding intense eye contact.

“Which one of you is the smartest one of your squad?” Tech asked, and both Hex and Bomber raised their hands. “Okay, which one of you makes the plans?”

“We all kind of do,” Hex said while shrugging. “We work together and decide what would be best.”

“There’s no one person who leads it?”

“Well, I guess I do,” Hex said.

“Good, let’s go over my plan, then,” Tech said, pulling it up on his datapad. 

“You mind if Steele comes as well?” Hex asked, and Tech looked up, raising a brow before shrugging boredly.

“As long as we can go over the plan.” Hex and Steele nodded, following after the other clone to go discuss the plan.

“So, you’re a medic, Aid?” Hunter asked, and your trooper straightened up.

“Yes sir,” he said, “best medic in the 17th.”

“Impressive,” Hunter said, “and what do you two do?” he asked, looking at Tie and Bomber.

“I’m the squad’s resident ARC-Trooper,” Bomber said, “and Tie is a sergeant.”

“Huh, guess that makes two sergeants on this mission,” Hunter said, a small smile covering his lips.

The tension between them all eased as they chatted, but you noticed how Crosshair was still scowling at Sans. You began to move to ask him what was wrong when Tech, Hex, and Steele came back over.

“Alright, the plan has been perfected, and we are ready to leave now,” Tech stated. “Y/n, you will be flying with us, and Jawa Squad will follow.”

“Y/n’s flying with you?” Sans questioned, looking confusedly at Tech.

“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” Crosshair said, speaking for the first time since he stepped off the Marauder. 

“Well, no, but since she’s our general-“

“You’ll be perfectly fine without her,” Crosshair said, and you saw the slight sneer he gave to your commander. Sans just looked at you before you shrugged and moved to stand with the Batch.

“I’ll see you guys there, okay?” you said to Jawa Squad, and they nodded. “Comm if something happens.”

“Be safe, mesh’la,” Sans said, winking at you before turning to get on their omicron shuttle. You heard a slight snarl come from behind you, and looked to see Crosshair glaring at the back of Sans’s head. He then turned, avoiding your gaze, to get onto the Marauder.

“Did someone wake him up too early today?” you asked Hunter.

“Nah, I just don’t think he likes Sans,” he replied, motioning for you to go ahead of him. Once you were on board, and the ramp shut, everyone’s attitude seemed to instantly change.

“I can hug you now!” Wrecker said, coming up behind you and squeezing you.

“You could have hugged me before,” you laughed, spinning as he set you down to wrap your own arms around him.

“I had to be tough in front of your troops,” he countered.

“You don’t have to be anything in front of them,” you said. “They don’t care about how tough or broody you are. They love playful and joking people.”

“Well, Hex at least seemed to be one for getting the job done,” Tech said, pushing up his goggles before adding, “although Steele does a good job at trying to distract him.”

“Oh, yeah, those are the twins as we call them. They stick together no matter what. Hex is definitely the more serious one, but Steele balances it out with his jokes.”

“Tie and Bomber seem pretty close,” Hunter pointed out.

“Yeah, Bomber is like Tie’s older brother. He’s always stood by him and kept him safe. He feels like he has a responsibility towards him.”

“Huh, that’s nice,” Hunter said, “kinda like we all have a responsibility to each other.” The others all either scoffed or laughed at that, and Hunter rolled his eyes.

“Never mind then.”

“No, you’re not wrong,” you said, “you do all care about each other, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“Yeah, I have a responsibility to get on Crosshair’s nerves,” Wrecker said, pulling the toothpick from his brother's mouth and poking his nose with it. Crosshair immediately began trying to grab it from Wrecker, and they got into a mini grapple over it.

“Don’t take my toothpicks!” Crosshair said, reaching and almost snatching it from Wrecker, who just managed to keep it away.

“Then don’t mess with Lula.”

“I don’t touch your stupid doll.”

“Hey! Lula isn’t stupid!”

“Give me my toothpick!”

You and Hunter just chuckled at them while Tech began the ship and set the coordinates. 

“We should be there in a few hours,” he said. “Feel free to settle in.”

“I always do,” you said, smiling before heading into the bunks, walking past Crosshair and Wrecker who were now rolling around on the ground, fighting for the toothpick.

When you entered the room, you went over to Crosshair’s bunk and set your bag down next to it. You assumed you’d be sharing a bed with him if it turned into an overnight mission, so long as he didn’t mind. You couldn’t help but think something was off between you two. He hadn’t seemed overly thrilled to see you, and had barely spoken to you since you met up. But, he had been staring in a threatening way at Sans, so perhaps he was just being his normal, untalkative self around new people.

As you turned to leave the room, long arms slowly wrapped around you and you felt a warm breath on your neck before hot lips replaced it. He placed a few more kisses on you before pulling away and letting you turn to face him. Crosshair smiled softly at you before it turned cocky, and he lifted a brow as if in challenge. 

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did, snarky,” you said, giggling slightly.

“How touching,” he responded, smirking before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You relaxed into it, loosely hanging your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. You broke away and rested your face against his chest, his chin resting on your head. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said, and you held him slightly tighter.

“I know, this war has got us both so busy,” you responded.

“I don’t like being away from you for that long,” he mumbled, swaying you slightly in his arms.

“I know, but you have your squad, and I have my battalion.”

“I want to see you more.”

“I want to see you more as well, but there’s not really a way to do that.”

“Join our squad,” he suggested without missing a beat. It almost seemed as though this was something he’d planned on asking. The way he casually and naturally said it, as if it wasn’t even really a question.

“Crosshair,” you said, pulling back to look into his eyes. “I can’t just abandon my men. You know I love them.”

“But you love us too, right?” he asked, hope lingering in his eyes.

“Of course I do, but you guys don’t need a general. And if I leave my men, then they’ll be at risk of having a worse general. Someone who doesn’t care about them.”

“They’d be fine,” he assured, but you shook your head.

“Don’t you guys prefer working without a Jedi anyway?” you asked, lifting a brow.

“Not when that Jedi is you.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys like me as much as I like you,” you said, “but I’m not going to leave my battalion.” Crosshair sighed, letting his hands fall from your waist.

“I know it’s hard, okay? I’m in this relationship as well, but think of it like this. If we can last just by comms and holocalls, then we’ll be stronger together when the war is finally over.”

“When the war is over?” Crosshair asked, furrowing his brows at you.

“Yeah, when the war is over. You will still want to be with me when it’s over, right?” you asked hesitantly. In truth, Crosshair hadn’t thought too much about after the war. Sure, he’d had moments where he thought of what a life with you on Dohbar might be like, but he’d never really considered it fully since you’d gotten together. He didn’t really expect to make it through the war, if he was honest. And he didn’t know what he would do if he did. He was a soldier, that’s the only reason he was born, or created. But looking at you and realizing that you truly did want him, that made him start to believe that maybe he did have more purpose than what everyone always told him.

“Of course I will,” he finally responded, but you didn’t look convinced. “Cyar’ika, I promise, if we survive this, that I will still want you, I’ll still love you.”

“We will survive,” you said, taking his hands into yours. “I know we will.”

“How do you know?” he asked, shaking his head. “The war is unpredictable. One stray blaster shot is all it would take to ruin the future.”

“I just…I know, Cross. I know that we’ll survive, I can feel it. The end will come, and we’ll both still be alive.”

“Promise?” he asked, holding up his pinky to you. You giggled, twisting yours around his.

“Promise,” you said. He pulled you in for another gentle kiss then before you were interrupted. You glanced over to the door where Hunter was standing, having cleared his throat to gain your attention.

“If you two aren’t too busy,” Hunter started, “we’re playing games in the cockpit. Wrecker wants you to join.”

“Oh kriff yeah!” you said, running from the room and pulling Crosshair behind you. He stopped suddenly, causing you to spin and look at him.

“What’s wrong, Cross?”

“I wanted to spend time with you,” he said, and you could hear a trace of disappointment in his voice.

“You are,” you said, tilting your head slightly.

“I meant just us,” he countered.

“Can we wait till after the mission? When I’m too tired to play games so we can just lay together in your bunk?”

“But I want you now,” he whined, and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe you do need some rest before the mission, you’re being whiny,” you teased. 

“I'm not whiny. I just missed you,” he countered.

“You were just whining,” you pointed out.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I guess we can play games. But, you have to give me attention after the mission,” he said, sticking a toothpick in his mouth and walking past you to join the others. He threw a smirk over his shoulder as he did, and you huffed and smiled before following him.

“Yeah, whatever grumpy,” you called, giggling to yourself before following.

As you made your trip to the planet the mission would be on, you and the Batch caught up in person. You, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker played card games while Crosshair watched, preferring to walk around and look at everyone’s cards so he could predict what would happen. Usually, his predictions were correct.

“Kriff! Again?” Wrecker said, throwing down his cards as Hunter beat him.

“What can I say, you don’t have a good sabacc face,” he chuckled. 

“I’m just glad we’re not actually gambling anything,” you said, throwing your cards down as well, showing your defeat.

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t won a single match yet,” Tech said.

“Hey, that’s not true,” you defended.

“Hmm, and I suppose Hunter is the tallest one here if we’re stating obvious lies,” Tech joked.

“Either way, it doesn’t matter. I think we’re almost there, look,” you said, pointing to the navisystem. Your icon was approaching the coordinates, so Tech climbed into his chair to take the controls again. You watched as you exited hyperspace, and saw Jawa Squad exit behind you as well. Tech flew down to a secluded area of the planet, and you got out to meet up with the others.

“I hope your flight wasn’t that bad without us, mesh’la,” Sans said, walking over with the others trailing behind.

“No, except I kept losing at card games,” you responded, and Hunter couldn’t help but smirk to himself at that

“I’m not surprised,” Steele laughed.

“She’s really not good, no matter what she tries to say,” Hunter said.

“I swear it was just an off day! I’ve beaten them plenty of times,” you defended while motioning to your troopers.

“They must truly be very awful then,” Tech added.

“Nah, we jus’ let ’er win,” Tie joked. You huffed and crossed your arms, glaring at your troopers who just laughed.

“Aw, don’t pout, mesh’la,” Sans said while stepping over and slipping his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

“I’m not pouting,” you countered.

“Your expression and attitude say otherwise,” Hex mumbled, earning a snicker from Steele and Aid.

“You’re picking on her too, Sans,” Bomber playfully accused.

“You’re right, Bomber. You're the only one who’s nice to me,” you said, slipping from Sans’s arm and walking over to Bomber.

“Hey! I didn’t do anything!” Aid defended.

“You didn’t say anything, but you laughed.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Mmm, I think it does. Doesn’t it, boys?”

“Yes, it definitely does,” Steele said.

“Yup,” Tie agreed.

“Aw, I didn’t mean it, mesh’la. Come back to me,” Sans said, holding his arms out wide with a soft smile on his face. You just rolled your eyes and walked back over. When you reached him, Sans smirked and grabbed your hand, raising it and gently kissing it before winking at you. He was getting dangerously flirty, so you shot him a warning look. He nodded slightly, acknowledgment and understanding flashing in his eyes. He let your hand drop, and you turned back to the rest of Jawa Squad. 

“I’m going to go talk with Tech and make sure everything’s good to go,” you said before turning and walking away.

“Let’s go check the supplies, Tie,” Bomber said.

“Wait, shouldn’ we ‘ave done this before we left?”

“Probably,” Bomber shrugged, leading him away. 

“Hey Steele, think you and Hex could give me a hand?” Hunter asked, and they nodded before he led them over to the Marauder.

Unbeknownst to you, Crosshair had been carefully watching the whole interaction, internally seething at how friendly Sans was acting with you. Crosshair moved closer to your group, not letting you notice his presence, but still able to keep an eye on what was happening. He waited until you and the others left to approach Sans and confront him.

“What the hells do you think you’re doing?” Crosshair asked Sans after Hunter, Hex, and Steele walked away.

“What do you mean?” Sans responded, lifting a questioning brow at Crosshair’s threatening glare.

“I mean why are you acting like you’re the one dating her?” He asked, his voice turning into more of a sneer than before.

“I’m just acting like I always do with her,” Sans replied casually, not fazed by Crosshair’s attitude. That didn’t sit well with Crosshair. He wanted some sort of reaction or apology, but he could tell he wasn’t going to get either unless he really pushed.

“Either you back off of her, back off of my girlfriend, or I will make sure I don’t have to worry about you.”

“Really? And how would you do that?” Sans taunted, finally giving Crosshair something. 

“Let me show you a bit of a taste,” Crosshair said before he lunged forward and grabbed the front of Sans’s armor. Unfortunately for him, you walked back over right at that moment, and you saw him grab your commander.

“Crosshair!” You yelled, storming over to them. Crosshair kept his hold on Sans but turned to look at you. His expression turned from angry to blank as he met your glare. 

“Princ-“

“No!” You said, shoving them apart with the force. Sans didn’t move much, but Crosshair stumbled back and almost fell. 

“Sans,” you said, turning to him, “leave us, please.” He nodded, taking one last look at Crosshair before leaving the area. When Sans had joined the others, you turned back to Crosshair with new anger in your eyes.

“Princess listen-“

“Don’t you dare call me any nicknames right now! What the kriff is wrong with you? Sans is my commander! He’s my friend!”

“He was flirting with you, touching you, and acting like you were his!” Crosshair shot back. “It’s not my fault he won’t back off like he should!”

“He’s literally always like this, Crosshair! And for your information, he has toned it down since we got together. I even gave him a look earlier and he backed off!”

“How would you feel if another girl was all over me?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“What? Don’t turn this around on me-“

“Answer the question. How would you like it?” You bit your lip, shaking your head.

“That’s-it’s…”

“It’s what? Different? Because no, it’s not. You wouldn’t like it, even if you knew me and the girl were close before me and you were together. It would bother you deep down, make you question things, worry that you’ll be replaced by someone better.”

“Yes, but-“

“What if that girl was someone who made you feel different, or inferior? Someone who was ‘normal’ while you were ‘defective’. They’re not like us, they’re not the ‘sad batch’. They’re Jawa Squad, perfectly normal clones that have no special abilities that make them freaks.”

“Crosshair, he’s not better than you, and you’re not freaks,” you said, reaching out to gently grab his arm. He pulled away, turning to look at the others. Sans was watching, and they made eye contact before your commander looked away.

“You say that, and yet you chose him over me. You chose them over us. How am I supposed to believe that he’s not better when you do things that make me believe he is? You spend your time defending him, letting him be overly friendly, and yet I barely get to see you, and when we are together, all we seem to do is argue.”

“Because you start arguments over petty things! How many times have I told you not to worry about him? How many times have I reassured you that I love you?”

“That’s not the point! The point is, I don’t feel that way when I see him kissing your hand, calling you mesh’la, wrapping his arm around you. I see someone I could lose you to.”

“So your solution is to attack him? Yell at him and try to hurt him?”

“How else am I supposed to get him to listen? Being nice never worked on Kamino, so why would it work out here? I don’t have any other options! I don’t care who it is, whether they’re one of your troopers or not. Fighting is the only way they listen!”

“You haven’t even tried another way with them!”

“Because it won’t work!”

“If you’re going to keep acting like this, Crosshair, then we aren’t going to last!”

“Will you just listen to me?” he yelled, throwing his hands out and staring at you. You clenched your jaw, folding your arms over your chest before slowly nodding. He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before his expression changed. It was softer now, more concerned and sincere.

“I don’t want him acting like that with you-“

“You don’t get to choose how he acts.”

“I know, and I wasn’t finished,” he said. “I don’t want him acting like that with you, because I don’t need another reason to dislike the regs. You have to understand, the regs are just…more favorable than me, than us. Sure, we’re supposed to be better. But that wasn’t our choice. We didn’t choose to be different. We didn’t choose to be given these mutations. And if we hadn’t, if we weren’t different, we never would have gone through what we did on Kamino.”

“Your excuse is the same every time, Crosshair. It’s always ‘what you went through on Kamino’, ‘how the ‘regs’ treated you’. But that doesn’t mean you can throw around my commander like a rag doll.” Crosshair sighed, pinching his nose again.

“You’re not listening to me,” he mumbled. 

“No, I am. You’re worried that this will give you another reason to dislike other clones. You think they’re more favorable. What you keep ignoring, though, is that I chose you. Not Sans, not any other clone. You. And yet you’re still acting as though you need to win me over, but your actions are really just driving me away.”

“All I’m asking is that he doesn’t act romantic with you. It’s simple, y/n. I want to know that he respects us, instead of having to be told that he does, because it’s not obvious in the way he acts.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Crosshair. I don’t control his actions, he’s free to do what he wants. He has toned it down, and he does respect us, even if it’s not obvious.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, sticking a toothpick in his mouth.

“Cross-“

“Hey Crosshair?” Hunter said, and Crosshair turned to look at him. “You mind scouting out the area for us?”

“On it,” he said, bending down and grabbing his helmet.

“Can I come with you?” you asked. You didn’t want to end the conversation on a bad note, and you didn’t want it to be tense between you two.

“No, I’ll do it alone. It’ll be easier for me.”

“Easier? How does having another person with you make it harder?”

“Distractions, I can’t focus, I miss important things.”

“So I’m a distraction now?” you said with an edge to your voice, taking slight offense from his words. Crosshair just brings his hand up and drags it down his helmet, sighing as he does before looking at you.

“What I mean, is that when you’re around, you’re all I focus on. If I’m focused on you, I’m not scouting, I’m watching over you to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“Oh,” was all you said before he turned again and grabbed his rifle, heading off to scout the enemy.

“Trouble in paradise?” Hunter asked as he approached you.

“Yeah, but at this point it’s nothing new,” you shrugged.

“Just…try to understand where he’s coming from. Even from the outside, I gotta admit you and Sans…well I think it’s safe to say I’d feel the same as Crosshair does if I were in his position.” You looked at Hunter and nodded. He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a slight squeeze before walking off. 

It wasn’t too long before Crosshair came back. He walked over to Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker, and the rest of you joined them.

“How’s it look?” Hunter asked.

“Just like the given information,” he stated.

“Alright, then we can go through with the plan as we intended,” Hunter said. “Does everyone know their groups and where to go?” Everyone nodded in response.

“Alright, let’s split up,” Sans said. You didn’t miss the way the batch all seemed to slightly turn and look at each other when Sans spoke, as if they were questioning why he was the one to make the call. The moment was only brief, and everyone separated before you could even try to say anything.

Since there were eleven of you, and Crosshair was going to be above sniping, that left ten on the ground, and you decided to split into groups of three. Hunter was with Sans and Aid, Tech with Bomber and Tie, and Wrecker with Hex and Steele. You would be alone, fighting alongside whoever needed your help. You all were to approach the enemy from different places, and work to push them together and pin them down in the center. Crosshair would take out stragglers from his vantage point, helping where needed.

“Wrecker, Hex and Steele, you should move first,” Crosshair spoke over the comms. They responded briefly before you assumed they went forward. You heard shots fired a bit of ways away, followed by an explosion.

“Was that really necessary, Wrecker?” Tech asked.

“Well, no, not really, but it was cool,” Wrecker said.

“Cyar’ika, join Tech, Bomber and Tie as they move forwards,” Crosshair cut in. You moved as he said and when you broke your cover, you were immediately met with droids. Igniting your lightsaber, you all quickly started defending yourselves. You could already see there were more than you had expected, and you hoped it wouldn’t be too much for Jawa Squad to handle.

“Hunter, Aid, and Sans,” he said, a little bit of sourness seeping out with Sans’s name, “move out as well.”

You were all engaged in combat now, relying solely on Crosshair to tell you where you were needed. Only he could see the whole battlefield, and only he knew what needed to be done.

“Watch your left, y/n,” Crosshair said, and you turned just as a new group of droids marched over. You deflected their shots as Tech quickly rolled a grenade over to the center of the group. A second later the droids were blown to scraps, the metal raining down around you. Bomber and Tie fought off another group that was coming from the opposite side.

“Give us some cover fire over here, Crosshair,” Hunter said as three groups came at once to him, Aid, and Sans.

“Aid, duck,” Crosshair said, and Aid did as he was told. A second later, a shot from Crosshair’s rifle flew over where Aid’s head had just been, taking out the lone droid to Aid’s side. 

“Thanks, didn’t see him coming,” Aid said.

“I figured.”

“I’m startin’ tuh wond’r if we ‘ave enough people for all these droids,” Tie said as he used his dual blasters to take out the droids around him.

“Oh, please. We could fight these off like a piece of cake without you extra helpers,” Wrecker said before grabbing and smashing two droids together.

“Nice,” Steele said before grabbing a droid and pulling it forward as he shot it, causing the head to fly off.

“Not bad, but can you do this?” Wrecker said before he grabbed two, tossed them into the air, and threw grenades onto them that exploded just as they made contact with the droids.

“That, I can’t do,” Steele laughed.

“Focus, Steele,” Hex said, blasting a droid that was about to shoot his unsuspecting vod.

“Sorry,” Steele said, turning to focus on the battle again. 

“We could use a bit of your defense over here, y/n,” Sans said as he took a few steps back, a wave of droids moving towards him. You ran over, jumping in front of him, Aid, and Hunter to provide them cover.

“I’m a kriffing medic,” Aid mumbled, “I shouldn’t be in heavy fire like this.”

“Yeah, well, better get used to it real quick,” Hunter said, moving up to stand beside you.

“You’re not being too tough on my boys, are you?” you lightly teased, giving Hunter a brief look.

“I thought we were your boys?” he joked back before tossing a vibroblade up. “Crosshair!”

“On it,” Crosshair replied, and as the vibroblade began to fall, a shot connected with it and drove it into a droid.

“Show offs,” Sans mumbled, helping Aid as he was almost overwhelmed.

“That was nothing,” Hunter shrugged.

“Yeah, well, let’s focus more on fighting and less on being fancy,” you stated, giving Hunter a more serious look this time.

“Sir, yes sir,” he mocked, turning to go help Sans and Aid. 

It was beginning to get more serious than you had expected. You were running between the groups so often that you could barely keep track of who you were with most of the time. You weren’t too bothered by that though, as long as everyone was kept safe, you could mess up a few names.

As the fight progressed, you couldn’t help but notice how your men seemed to begin to look tired. Jawa Squad wasn’t used to this much action, they usually had a whole battalion with them to split up the fighting. But this battle was just eleven people, ten clones, four that were enhanced, and one Jedi. You hoped it would end soon, so that your men didn’t tire out on the field and risk getting killed.

As he looked out over the battlefield, Crosshair wracked his mind for ideas to help everyone at once. More droids were coming, and they were closing in around everyone. He quickly studied the area and everyone’s positions, smirking to himself when he came up with a plan.

“Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, set up reflectors in position for an E-27.”

“E-27? Are you sure that’s the best option for right now?” Hunter questioned.

“Yes, I know what I’m doing.”

“I agree with Crosshair. Given the current situation, and state of the enemy, E-27 will allow for the best cover and relief for all of us,” Tech said.

“Ready!” Wrecker said when he finished placing his reflectors.

“Care to share with the rest of us what E-27 is?” Hex asked as he covered Tech.

“More fancy tricks,” Hunter merely said, placing his last reflector. “Ready.”

“I am ready as well,” Tech said, standing up and covering Hex as he hadn’t noticed droids approaching from behind.

“Everyone, get down, now!” Crosshair said. No one questioned his order, all dropping down as Crosshair fired off 5 shots. Your men couldn’t help but watch as the shots bounced around, taking out the entire perimeter of droids. All that was left when the shots stopped were the droids that had been pushed to the center. The entire force that had been surrounding you all was gone.

“I gotta admit, that was pretty awesome,” Bomber said.

“Pretty awesome? That was kriffin’ incredible!” Tie said, looking up to where Crosshair was, giving him a quick salute. Crosshair returned the motion, smirking even more under his helmet.

“We’ve almost got them, let’s keep pushing!” Sans said, and across the field everyone began fighting again. You tried your best to run between everyone, providing more defense when they needed it. 

Suddenly, the droids surged forward, catching everyone slightly off guard. They used this brief surprise to take the advantage over you. 

“Steele, watch out!” you yelled, jumping forward and deflecting a shot that had been flying right towards his head.

“Thanks, y/n,” he said, shooting other droids around. “We’re good over here, go see if anyone else needs help.” You nodded and ran towards the others, eyes searching for anyone who might need help. You looked over at Tie and your heart stopped. He was being overwhelmed by droids and he had no support for him, but there was no way you could get to him in time.

“Crosshair! Can you give Tie cover?” you asked frantically over the comms.

“On it, princess,” Crosshair responded, shifting his position slightly to take aim at the droids. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw Tie trip, and you saw it as well.

“Tie!” you yelled, seeing him now on the ground and about to be swarmed. Bomber heard your scream, and looked over to his brother. He immediately abandoned his spot and ran over. 

“What the kriff are you doing, Bomber?” Tech yelled as the other trooper ran away.

“Tie’s down! I gotta cover him!” Standing over Tie, Bomber shot the droids that were trying to surround them.

“Bomber be careful!” you begged in a scream from across the field.

“Don’t worry, y/n, I will!” he yelled back. You nervously took fleeting glances when you could, trying not to get distracted from your own fight. The droids had been reduced significantly, and were all clustered together. When you’d finished off the droids around you, you looked back over and everything turned to slow motion as you watched Bomber. As he went to shoot the last droid, it raised its blaster and shot him in the side. He doubled over but didn’t fall, and he weakly raised his blaster to shoot it. When the droid dropped to the ground, Bomber fell as well.

“Bomber!” Tie yelled, pushing himself up and crawling the small distance to his brother. “Bomber, c’mon man! Please, ya gotta get up!”

“Tie,” Bomber said weakly, reaching up to his brother who had now removed his helmet. 

“Aid! Get your karking ass over here!” Tie yelled, trying to help Bomber remove his armor. The plastoid fell to the ground around him as Aid ran over. 

“Help him!” Tie yelled as soon as Aid reached them.

“Calm down, I promise he’ll be okay!” Aid said, panicking internally at the situation. He cut open Bombers undersuit and looked at the wound. Aid fought the urge to sob at the sight, the wound was fatal, he knew that much already. He removed his own helmet and began to work, though he knew, in the end, it was pointless.

“C’mon man! We’re losin’ ‘im!” Tie cried, gripping Bomber’s hand tightly.

“Tie, look at me,” Bomber said weakly. Tie’s eyes darted to his, and tears welled up as he met his gaze.

“Tie-ger, I need you to promise me something.”

“No! No you stop talkin’ like that!” Tie said, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna hear none of that bathashit from you!”

“Tie, vod, please,” Bomber said, desperation lacing his tone. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Kriff, what the hells do you need me to promise? That I’ll let you ’ave all the hot shower water from now on? ‘Cause I’ll do that, Bomber I swear to the Maker, I’ll do that for ya!”

“Keep fighting, Tie-ger,” Bomber said, “keep fighting for me, for Jawa squad, for the 17th. For all our brothers in the GAR. Prove that bounty hunter trainer wrong. We are not worthless. We are the 17th. We are the strongest. You are strong, Tie.”

“Bomber don’t ya talk like that! Ya ain’t dyin’! Aid!” Tie said, turning to see Aid shaking as tears dropped from his cheeks and landed around Bomber’s wound. “Aid don’t you start crying! Focus, haar’chak!”

“T-Tie, I…Bomber,” Aid said, looking into the clone's eyes. But Bomber kept his gaze on Tie, a soft smile coming to his lips.

“I love you, vod. You’ve always been my best vod, Tie. I love you, and Jawa squad, and the 17th, and y/n. So much. I’ll always be with you, Tie. Forever.”

“No!” Tie cried, sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth. “No ya ain’t dyin’ on me!”

“I’m your brother for life, Tie. Always marching by your side.” Tie just stared at Bomber for a second, unable to believe what was happening. Bomber was supposed to survive with him, Jawa Squad was supposed to remain whole. But when Bomber said those words, said that he would always march by Tie’s side, Tie knew it was over. He knew he had to let him go.

“Brothers for life. Always marching by each other’s side,” Tie finished, tears spilling down his cheeks. When he felt Bomber’s grip on his hand loosen, Tie went numb.

From where you were standing, you felt the air change around you. You stumbled slightly, sucking in a harsh breath, and you looked over to where the change was coming from. Your heart lurched when you felt Bomber standing beside you, but saw him across the battlefield. You shouldn’t feel him here, he should be over there. With his body. But he wasn’t. 

“Bomber,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and feeling his spirit. You also felt immeasurable pain coming from Tie, and utter guilt and shame coming from Aid.

“The battle’s over,” Hunter said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “We won.”

“Did we?” you said, turning to look at him. “Or did we lose, just in a different way?” Hunter remained silent, his eyes lingering on you before he looked over to where Aid and Tie were. You didn’t try to stop the tears that fell, or the grief that washed over you. The Batch all stood in a group while the rest of Jawa Squad ran over. 

Sans dropped to his knees, throwing his helmet off and burying his face in his hands as a sob took over. Hex only looked for a second before finding the nearest droid and starting to rip it apart while screams and tears left his body. Steele tried to calm him, but the angry yells from Hex wouldn’t stop. Steele’s own cries were silenced by the noise Hex was making.

You held Aid as he sobbed, explaining that he tried to save him, he did what he knew, but it wasn’t enough. He sobbed about how he failed, not just Bomber, but everyone. You quietly assured him that he’d done his best, he’d done all he could, that it wasn’t his fault that the shot was fatal.

Tie was the only one not making a sound. Silent tears streamed down his face, and his eyes were empty as they stared at Bomber. He was still holding his hand, squeezing, hoping for the same pressure back, but it never came. This wasn’t some joke Bomber was playing on him, this wasn’t a nightmare. 

This was real, and this was war.

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[moodymisty]

So, I am writing this story that is called ‘Station 40,’ where small teams of six go to investigate the destress call. But never return, no matter how hard the Jedi tries to find each team. Then, they—the Jedi—call the Bad Batch (as well as their fifth member, an original character) to go to the station to find out happened to all the teams. In other words, it’s a horror/thriller/romance/drama that follows the squad and how they survive their time there and what they find as well as facing each other.

At least that what the general idea is, and I am sharing this because I need some advice on how to write Crosshair. Do you have any tips? I am willing to share what I have in terms of dialogue and such.

Start:

“What was going on in there?” he asks bluntly, a hit of anger in his voice.

“Nothing I can’t handle, love.’

Frowning further, Crosshair grabbed her by the wrist and leaned in, where his breath graces the skin of her neck. Something that causes her to bite the corner of her lip, before she mumbles words that weren’t clear, but he could pick out what she was saying. “Tell me what happened,” he leans away, his voice serious and nearly threatening. “Mesh’la.”

She nearly fell to her knees if it wasn’t for Crosshair holding her close to his body; it was the only word of Mando’a she knew, and he knew what it does to her.

“It’s something I think I need to keep for myself, at least until he is ready to come clean to you.” She said, ending her sentence with a kiss on his cheek. I hope he tells the truth, the reasons he lingers his stares, but I am sure Crosshair had caught on by now…she thought as she pulls herself away from the man, she called her love.

Grinding his teeth, his gaze moves from Zena who headed for the bunks to the cockpit where his brother, and trusted comrade sat.

End

It's slightly out of context, but here is my attempts at my lovely little snowball of a man. :) I hope I am not bothering you, if you want you can DM me anytime!

Oof, I love me some Crosshair goodness. Also I've never been asked advice about writing a character before I feel so, honored? I'm blushing 🧡

All of this is just how I kinda personally feel about him, everybody obviously sees different things in characters. I have no desire to fight with people because to me, this is all just fun. I want people to enjoy their time writing and not spend it worrying over every word. So no matter what, write him how you enjoy reading him and have fun 🧡

But my brain isn't the best at verbalizing thoughts beyond tv static, so bear with me here.

First off, I love the idea. It sounds so thriller-esque to me and I wish you the best of luck with it, writing long form stories is a hard task;; 🧡

But I think the biggest thing that comes to mind for me when about writing Crosshair is he's extremely cut off and quiet. Like I think the longest sentence he's even spoken in the show is, maybe like ten words? XD I think I've written more about his eyes than I have anything he's ever actually said. He puts in his 2 cents, no more no less in most situations.

TL;DR: Less is more with Crosshair. He speaks one sentence, but the tone he uses and his face say a lot more after the fact.

As such he's really keen on everything happening around him, like you already got here: 'but I am sure Crosshair had caught on by now'. He's really perceptive, but he keeps a lot of those thoughts internal. But I fully believe he cares deeply, it's just he presents it more so in subtle actions than words.

“I’ll take over.” His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head. “It’s fine, Crosshair. I’m not that tired.” And you don’t want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they’d never think it. Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched. “Go sleep, doll. I’ll cover for you.”

forgive the self promotion i just thought i'd give an example

So your other characters might find themselves having to do the heavy lifting, when it comes to progressing any sort of relationship. It's kind of a delicate balance of not giving away too much of what he's thinking, but not leaving your reader/character stranded like 'What is in your head Sir!? Sir?!'

Also, Crosshair is kinda just a piece of shit. He's always being snide and biting at people (figuratively of course, but the idea of him just being leashed like a rabid dog chomping at the bit trying to get at anyone within attack distance amuses me) He's not the nicest dude around, but isn't that why we love him? 🧡Everyone loves the complicated character. He's not one to often spout loving words, but when he does it's really fun to write them as this big event.

But at the end of the day, I think as long as you're having fun, that's what matters. If you want him to be an angry cuddly tsundere? Sure! Hateful prick? Sure! I just want everyone to enjoy writing and fandom, most of all.

I really think you have a great thing going and you already seem to write Crosshair more than well enough from what you've given me, so I hope my weird probably off point rambling helps even if I think you're doing perfect already👍

( ͡^ ᴗ ͡^) 👉 Good luck with your fic!!! I can't wait to read it 🧡

goodness this got too long;;

[crab-instruments]

What’s Coming to Me Part 13

Master <Part 12 Part 14>

Pairing: Crosshair x Sniper Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: killing and ambivalence to killing, talk of disability

Beta Reader: @unfocusedfish

a/n: Surprise bitch. Bet you thought you saw the last of me.

It was decided to reconvene at the safe house, especially with the intel you had been collecting and Siari located there. It wasn’t a far trip, but it felt like you were slowly sinking into the lava pits of Mustafar. Every fiber of your being screamed. The wound on your side was definitely worse, but you tried to play it off.

“You’re injured.” Hunter had walked up next to you, Crosshair hovering on the other side. You rolled your eyes and kept moving. “We’re closer to the Marauder, we’ll patch you up first.” At that, you scrunch your nose and shake your head. “Based on the amount of blood I can smell, I’m surprised you’re still moving. Stop being stubborn, let’s patch you up.”

Hunter went to place a hand on your shoulder but you dodged, grabbing his wrist and twisting to face him. You snarled, challenging him. He accepted, staring you down and holding his position. Hunter was attempting to control you, holding the little bit of power you gave up to work with them but you weren’t going to back down to him. He wasn’t your leader, so you held your ground, defiant. You would patch yourself up on your own terms.

Grimacing, you let go of his wrist to fall on a knee, the pain not allowing you to keep up appearances. Crosshair quickly came to your aid while Hunter’s face gave nothing away if he cared he had won. “Just as stubborn as you too, Crosshair.”

Before helping you up, Crosshair presented the rock with a smirk on his face. You looked at him and you couldn’t stop the feeling of admiration when you realized he kept the same stupid rock with him as before. Glancing back and forth between the two before sighing, you snatched the rock from the extended hand and nodded. The sniper was asking for you to concede and it was hard to say no to him. Also everything hurt so it was easier to accept the help.

“You have supplies at this ‘safe house’?” You nodded in response. “Alright, we will patch you up there then. Wrecker, could you carry the bounty hunter the rest of the way?”

Your eyes went wide and you attempted to shove the rock by into Crosshair’s hands but he just laughed. “No, you accepted the rock, you can’t give it back.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the calculating look on Hunter’s face from watching your interaction. You felt like you should be embarrassed, but you were soon hoisted into the arms of the large clone with an oof. He was gentle as he placed you on his shoulder but it felt odd to be lifted like you weighed nothing.

When you arrived at the safe house, it was too quiet, like no one was home. This late at night, Siari should have been there. Worry bubbled up in your chest. You squirmed out of Wrecker’s hold like a lothcat and stumbled to the door. Nuwa also sensed your apprehension and followed, calling out for Siari. Supporting yourself on the wall, you listened carefully for any noise before Hunter interrupted your concentration. “The wardrobe.” He nodded toward the piece of furniture. “Careful. She’s scared.” You pushed off the wall and ignored Hunter’s silent offers to aid you.

Carefully, you knocked on the door and hummed a sound you used to address Siari. She slowly opened the door before bursting through, throwing her arms around you. You bit your lip hard to not groan in pain, though it would not have been heard due to the Twi’lek’s babbling. “I saw more figures heading toward the house and I got worried. I hid like you told me to if I thought I was in danger. I was so scared.” You grunted in response, but it came out more as a whine. “Oh!” She let go and took a step back. “Are you hurt, master?” Siari went to grab some medical supplies.

Hunter’s accusatory tone made you stiffen. “Master? You have a slave?” Siari hadn’t broken that habit, others had taken priority. You cringe, unsure how you would even begin to explain the situation before Nuwa started talking.

“Q saved Siari and now she lives here. It’s fine.” Hunter’s expression showed how much he thought it was not fine and you squeezed your eyes tight. This… this was not good. The argument continued, adding more people and misunderstandings. The noise was killing your head, amplifying everything you were feeling. Slowly, you backed away and snuck out the back door. If you were lucky, you could bleed out before they realized you had left.

You didn’t make it far, only making it a few feet from the door before sliding down the side of it to the ground. You tried to control your breathing, focusing on anything else. The sound of the door softly shutting caught your attention and you instinctively grabbed a blade strapped to your thigh. Trying to sit up higher against the wall, you fell further into the ground. Finally, you made eye contact with the person who had followed you.

“I assumed the Twi’lek—Siari—was a slave you freed. That’s common here, so I’ve read. Not having anywhere else to go, you took her in?” Tech didn’t wait for you to confirm, he knew he was correct. He kneeled down next to you with the med kit. “It can take a long adjustment period for freed slaves to consider themselves equals. Siari seems to trust and find comfort in your presence.” You nodded weakly. Tech was more focused on treating your wounds. “I’ve never known a life without my brothers, but I understand they can be a lot. I get sensory overload when they start yelling at each other, wasn’t surprised to see you making an escape.” You hummed but it felt as if Tech wasn’t expecting a response.

“Did you make these?” Confused at the sudden change, you moved your head to look at the clone. He had a broken and an unused dart in his hands, the one from your first meeting and the one you gave to Crosshair. This time, he waited expectantly for you to answer. The corner of your mouth went up as you nodded. “Fascinating. While crude, they are remarkable pieces of technology that I haven’t encountered from the Republic or the Separatists. Crosshair said you had also fixed his comm. Impressive to be both an excellent marksman and technology inclined. Makes sense that the rumors about your work sound larger than life.” You chuckled and shrugged, trying not to interfere with Tech’s task.

The door opened again and Crosshair stuck out his head, looking around before zeroing in on you. His eyes seemed to soften as he noticed you were doing better and not actively dying but hardened again when he looked at Tech.

“Ah, Crosshair,” Tech stood, med kit in hand, “I’ve finished applying the bacta, so I’ll leave you to be with your cyar’ika.” Crosshair showed no emotion on his face at the teasing but flicked the toothpick that was in his mouth at the back of the other clone’s head. He may have also mumbled a di’kut a moment after the door shut.

“You doin’ okay?” You shrugged and he huffed. “They sorted it all out. About the girl, I mean. Safe to go back in. Hunter’s lookin’ over the data you have mapped out.” You nodded but made no attempt to move. The Tatooine air felt nice at that moment, the dump of a planet wasn’t so bad at night. Crosshair kneeled down and offered you an arm. You stared at it before taking it, allowing the sniper to do most of the work. When you stood, you held his arm close and pulled him in, resting your head on his shoulder. Crosshair stiffened a moment, not used to close contact. In truth, neither were you, but the comments from his brothers and the hovering made it feel like he wanted to be closer to you. He eventually loosened up with a sigh.

“Come on. I’ll never hear the end of it if we stay out here too long.” You smirked before allowing him to lead you into the safe house.

Walking into the room, it was almost like a dream. You were almost surprised everyone fit into the space. Wrecker was entertaining Siari, the two were precious. Hunter, Tech, and Nuwa had been looking over maps and data on the table. Echo was near them, but he seemed a little uncomfortable. It was slightly overwhelming, seeing everyone, but for a moment you felt like you were a part of something.

Crosshair dropped your hand as the two of you crossed over to the table. Your eyes scanned the map and you slowly allowed yourself to slip into the conversation, relatively unnoticed. Echo saw you approach and moved to the other end. You weren’t offended at the gesture, but it gave you pause. In your head, you replayed back any interaction with the Batch you had but you couldn’t find a moment that would have pissed the clone off specifically. Hunter was the one you shot before. You would have to investigate that later if it became a problem in the field.

Hunter looked up, acknowledging you. “You started collecting this yourself?” You nodded. “Not bad. We can use this. It’s too big a job to do without bringing it up to the command, unfortunately. If we make a plan and bring it up with a general… we might be able to get it approved. It’ll be difficult to explain your involvement in all this but we can put a better spin on it.”

“Because working with a kriffing Separatist bounty hunter is a great plan and surely nothing will go wrong!” Everyone looked towards Echo, who couldn’t hold it in anymore. Ah, so that’s what this is about.

“Shev’la isn’t—!” You put your hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, stopping him. You remembered Echo’s file, he has a right to not trust you. There’s little difference between working for the Separatists and being one in his eyes. Having his brothers come to your defense wasn’t going to work.

Crosshair glared at you incredulously but you shrugged it off. Echo wasn’t the one in the cave.

Hunter cleared his throat before continuing. “Right. It might take a bit before we see progress on that front. While we get the details settled out, we should create a few battle plans with you in mind and drill them. Bringing you to Kamino would be tricky but we could practice in the area you met us.” You nodded, you would have suggested the same. “We’ll alert you when we have time between missions. We get some freedom but they still account for our whereabouts. Otherwise, we can use what we already know to get started. Boys, let’s head out.”

The Batch filed out, Crosshair lingering in the doorway before giving you a nod and following the rest.

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True to their word, they kept up a correspondence. For a while, they gave you time to heal, working more on tactics. Tech knew you were good at reconnaissance, so there were a few strategies that involved you moving in before the Batch and sending back information. Tech also modified a comm to work more with sounds, a microphone placed on a band that sat on your neck with a dial on your shoulder. Together, you worked out a coded language.

It mentally exhausted you, if you were being honest. Adapting to work with Nuwa and Siari was tough but not nearly as bad. They were never in the field with you. With the Batch, you would have to follow their lead. All of the plans involved a call and response, waiting for someone else to answer. So much depended on others, it would be much easier to do the job yourself. No communicating, no waiting, no one to let you down.

But you couldn’t take down Weaver alone. So, you dealt with it.

The problems really began when they were physically there on Tatooine, training. Getting used to following direct orders was complicated. Much of the tactics they used did suit your style, but the cadence of how it was done was where it fell apart. When you started training with them, you would take the cleanest kill shot immediately, finishing the ‘mission’ fast, even if it went against Hunter’s orders. You could see steps ahead, it wasn’t that you were putting the squad in danger going against his orders. It was as if the Sargent was attempting to slow you down.

When Hunter was angry, it was closer to a simmer. It radiated off of him in waves. You didn’t care, it wasn’t as if he could punish you like he could the rest.

“You just don’t get it, Shev’la. It isn’t about you.” You crossed your arms. It feels very much like it’s about me. I’m the one being yelled at. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve never worked with a team, have you?” You shook your head. “The reason why we are The Bad Batch is because we are a unit. A well oiled machine. For this to work… it can’t be the Batch plus Shev’la, it needs to work together as one.”

Hunter looked at you, waiting for some sort of recognition. All you could really do was tilt your head and furrow your brow. Maybe he was right, the plans make sense in concept but fell flat when it came to practice. How can you even begin to fix that problem at this stage?

“Do you get that?” You nodded slowly. “No one will deny that you are exceptional at what you do but we make use of everyone’s strengths and cover each other’s weaknesses. Every drill we’ve done, you’ve been successful, but we haven’t. Until you can reel in the independence, we can’t trust you in the field to have our backs and do your job. You’re a sniper, you know that you don’t take any shot, you take the best shot. This next time, feel the squad working together.”

You watched as he walked passed to signal the Batch to set up for a different drill. The two suns were starting to get to you as you tried to mentally prepare yourself to view this from a team perspective. Climbing the tall pillar you would use as a lookout, you thought about what Hunter told you. We are a unit. Work together as one. Take the best shot. Your rifle wouldn’t fire if all the parts worked as they wanted; they had to flow together or you would die. The Batch had more experience in completing larger scale missions, maybe you really couldn’t see every outcome of your decision. They were created for this.

The Batch moved and you listened through the comms, observing. The area was close to a cliff, a less sandy area of Tatooine. The ground was more uneven here which provided optimal cover. You made note of how they never had a doubt their squadmate was doing their part. This was more what Hunter was referring to, you guessed, how smooth the movement was between them. Everything was falling into place at the right time.

The sound of an unplanned bomb close to the cliff broke your concentration. It was much too early for it to have gone off and in the wrong area for this drill.

You scanned the area. This wasn’t supposed to happen, something must have gone wrong. Flicking up the thermal scope on your sniper to see through the smoke and dust, you recalled who should be in this section: Wrecker and Echo. Wrecker was easily spotted, prone from the blast. Echo… Echo wasn’t in the area.

For a moment, you felt panic rise up in your chest. This isn’t a real mission, why am I worrying so much?

A high heat signature dangling off the cliff caught your eye. Echo was blown off the side and was hanging on. The calculations of how fucked he was went by in your head. Would he die from the fall? No, but the damage would be astronomical. The addition of many mechanical parts also made it more—

No more thinking, you slid down your post and ran toward the edge, sniper discarded. Facing the edge, you release a grappling hook to attach yourself to the ground before diving off the side. When you pulled the stop, you were within grabbing distance of Echo. His grip was failing so you snatched his backpack and allowed him to get a firmer grasp.

Echo was breathing heavily, holding himself as close to the wall as possible. “Th-Thank you.” When he looked at you, his eyes went through a few emotions, but ultimately landed on relief. You let go of him when he appeared to have a better hold. Echo still struggled to climb up on his own, the scomp-link arm not doing him any favors. You examined the arm, holding back the urge to take it in your hand. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it, even when he wasn’t hanging for dear life.

The clone had been with the Batch for a while now, how had they not… upgraded his arm? The scomp-link was useful at times, but it was inconvenient otherwise. With each attempt to steady himself with it, Echo slipped up because he couldn’t get a good hold without some sort of catch in the dirt. It limited the distance, you noted, and slowed him down considerably. Why had such an easy fix go unaddressed for so long? Did the Republic not care for those injured in the line of duty?

You couldn’t fix that problem now but you might be able to help find a better way to climb. You searched the equipment at your disposal before deciding on a singular Kali stick you had added for sparing. Because of the way the scomp-arm was attached, you would have to keep the stick as close to your forearm as possible to mimic Echo’s movements, like it was an extension of your arm rather than a tool. You tried attacking the wall at a few different angles, trying to find the best way to pull yourself up.

“What are you doing? Are… Are you making fun of me?” Echo had made some progress but you could tell, it wasn’t sustainable. You shook your head before continuing on upwards. When you found the most effective way, using the Kali stick at a downward angle rather than perpendicular to the cliff, you crawled your way up next to Echo. He had paused, curious, and let you get close. You demonstrated your technique, allowing the stick to fit snugly into the wall at a higher angle and hold your weight. It allowed you to climb higher and pull the stick out easily. Echo imitated you, understanding what you were showing him.

The two of you together made quick work of the rest of the climb. When you made it to the top, the rest of the squad was waiting and helped the two of you up. You brushed off their concerns about you, walking towards your sniper. Your head was filled with thoughts of the different ways to make adjustments to the scomp-arm, wondering what sort of other problems Echo had encountered.

“Shev’la.” Echo’s voice took you out of that train of thought and onto a new one. Would he even want ‘improvements’ from you? Maybe you had overstepped and insulted him, but it seemed like Echo’s arm was being ignored.

“Thanks. For grabbing me. Saving me. And showing me a better way to climb.” You gave a nod before hesitating. Slowly, you reached out and tapped the scomp-link, looking up at him with questioning eyes. “Ah… When I was recovered, the Republic decided it was better to… keep it this way. The band on my head makes it easier to process the information.” You nodded again and picked up your sniper. You deliberately made a show of taking off the thermal scope before making eye contact again, asking another silent question. “I’ve thought about it but it was never… important. War going on.” In response, you tilted your head, a little indignant. “You don’t exactly see clones that aren’t in perfect health. Most would have been decommissioned. And it’s not like the Batch gets the best equipment, either.” Mouth in a tight line, you tried to let it go, at least for now. It was a complicated issue, one that wouldn’t be solved here, and Echo was tired. You went to walk on, but his hand grabbed your shoulder. “Again, thank you.” When you made eye contact, there was more unsaid in those three words. You gave a light smile. This is what working together as one looked like.

Part 14

Notes:

It's kinda fucked up that they didn't attempt to do anything for Echo's arm, like imagine only having an usb for a hand. Doesn't have to be a robotic hand like the Skywalkers but he's a soldier. Maybe we will see improvement in Season 2. Shev'la for disability rights! Mando'a Cyar'ika - Darling, sweetheart Di'kut - idiot

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Have you ever felt so lonely?

Requested: “do it. Break my heart, Crosshair🥲”

Oof, actually this should be better OOF. What you’re asking for is... has to have two parts... maybe three. And I have to change it up a little so it’ll match the story and all, so don’t mind it

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You ran behind the Batch, keeping your eyes on the back in case any clones were following. You wished Rex would have stayed on Bracca just a bit longer to help with the Empire and Crosshair. Everyone had their chips removed, Wrecker first since he was the one who lost all control of himself. But you didn’t get a chance to do yours since Tech and Omega commed back, saying the Empire was landing. Everyone gathered their things, one thing after another happened, Crosshair was targeting Omega the most. He knew how important she was to Hunter, maybe it was because he was trying to protect her, or maybe to bring Hunter to his lowest point and take him. It didn’t matter, he was still trying to hunt you all down.

The Marauder came into view, you stopped before ramp, turning around, they weren’t going to stop coming. And even then, if you did leave, Crosshair would know and tell the Clones to follow. “Y/n, come on” Echo called out from inside the Marauder. “Let’s go” Hunter joined, seeing you weren’t on board. “Hunter, you have to go. They’re after Omega, maybe even you. You’re the head of the Batch and without you, we’re goners” you exclaimed, “what are you talking about. Get on the ship, that’s an order” Hunter said, slightly yelling since Tech fired up the ship. “Hunter, listen to me. Crosshair is after you and Omega the most. He’s not going to stop until he gets either one of you, I’ll be fine, I’m going to stall him until I’ve got a clearing. Then I’ll come back to the ship” Hunter walked down to where you stood, “you could get caught, we need you” “you may, but you guys are more important. Make sure Omega stays safe, she can’t go back to Kamino. Stay close to the ground and off the Empires radar until you can’t be seen anymore. Once I get a clearing, I’ll come back”

Hunter seemed to think about it since he stood there, “Hunter, we have to go. We don’t have much time” You both turned to look at Tech. “I’ll be fine... if I’m not back within twenty minutes, leave. If even more clones show up, leave. You can’t risk it” “the odds of escaping are not in your favor” Tech calculated, “still, if it’s worth keeping you all safe, so be it. I’m with you till the end Hunter, but it seems we’re going to have to part for now. So I suggest you leave before Crosshair finds us” He moved his hand, maybe to put it on your shoulder, or to make a point, but you gave him a nod, running off down the Star Destroyers hallway until they couldn’t see you anymore. “Hunter, I don’t think it was the best idea to let her leave” Echo called out while Omega ran towards Hunter, pulling on his belt. “Tell Y/n to come back, we can’t leave her” “get on the ship Omega” “Hunter” Omega said, still trying to yank him towards where you ran off, “come on” he picked her up and walked aboard.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wrecker asked, trying to see where you were on the ship, Tech looked at him and looked back down. Wrecker understood, not wanting to ask any further. “Be careful Y/n” Hunter commed you, “I will”

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You ran down the hallway, your helmets HUD adjusting to the darkness inside. You put your blaster away, crawling through the fallen metal panels that use to be the roof. Once on the other side, you seem clones scanning the halls, you stopped, not wanting to attract them with your footsteps, “hey! Freeze!” You turned and seen other troopers down the hall, one of them called somebody. “They’re still here, we have one pinned down” it must have Crosshair they commed, you shot both clones. The other two you were looking at down the other corridor, ran towards the shooting, you took cover behind an old crate. Firing when possible. You could either stay here where the Batch was close, and attract more, or you could take off in another direction and go as far away as possible. The problem with that was, if the Batch did find somewhere safe and you were free, then you’d have to run back. Too far.

You thought harder, you’d lay your life down for your sergeant and your colleagues. For they were all you ever known. “Do it for Omega” you whispered to yourself, she hasn’t even gotten the chance to start her life, and right when she has, she’s already being tracked and trying to be taken away. You kneeled up again, not shooting at the clones but dodging their shots and running off down the hall you stunned the first couple of clones. You ran down the hall, hearing the repeating of their boots bounce off the walls. You kept telling yourself ‘get as far away from the ship as possible’ while taking different turns and running into other patrols. You now had no other choice than to shoot. You stayed your ground, being outnumbered in a room while a group of troopers were out in the hall waiting for you. You listened to the troopers radio others, saying that the Batch was still here and they haven’t left. So that either meant all patrols would follow you while still thinking the others were here with you.

“Surrender. Now!” Ok, here it goes again. “Hunter” you commed him, “Y/n, are you coming back?” He asked, sounding worried, “Hunter you need to leave now” you peaked and seen the clones still aiming their weapons while trying to tell you to surrender. Of course Crosshair would want you alive, “Y/n, I told you this was a bad idea!” He yelled from the other side, hearing the clones in the background. “I don’t care, leave Hunter. If they find me, their going to know that you’re still here. Get off the planet as fast as possible” “were coming back” “Hunter. No. The place is swarming with Troopers, if you come back and get captured, then I failed at protecting you. I’m no soldier if you do, go” you waited for Hunters objections again, but Omega spoke next, “Y/n, please don’t do this. Come back, we need you. I need you ” you heard her plea, “no can do, I’ll see you later ‘mega” you closed off the line, standing up while raising your hands. Putting your blaster down and doing as they told you.

The cuffs were bind tightly against your wrist as you tried to get at least a bit more comfortable with them. One of the clones pushed you into a room, the engine room? Crosshair stood there, a datapad in his hand while other Elite troops tried telling him that if you were here, than the other must be. “Sir, we found one” you stood in front of Crosshair, looking at him through your helmet, he was quiet, seeming like he was examining you. “Leave.” He told the others, “but commander-” “I said, leave.” He turned his head a little, sounding threatening as he grew impatient with them. They nodded; walking out the both doors and you were left alone with him. “Y/n. What am I going to do with you?” He asked, looking you up and down, you didn’t respond, not knowing what to say.

“Forgotten already?” He asked, “no” you replied, he scoffed, “you don’t see the bigger picture do you? They left you, why do you think they sent you on your own?” he emphasized the ‘left you” part, circling you while trying to look for any sort of communication device to the Batch on you. “I may have been sent on my own, but they haven’t forgotten about me” you followed his movements as he stood back in front of you, he suddenly took his helmet off. Oh that same face you fell in love with, it was just his chip that made him this way. This wasn’t real. “Tell me, where are they? Maybe I’ll even consider letting you go” he spoke. He wasn’t going to, you knew him better than that to believe that he never went through with breaking an order. He watched as you stood there, not moving. You wanted to just disappear under his gaze, for this to be all over.

“Y/n” he called out, his hands came up to your helmet as you pulled away, not wanting for him to take it off. He grew annoyed as you turned your head again, he pushed you on the ground, finally taking it off. You glared at him, “come on Y/n, you deserve better than them. Better than what you’re being treated as now, you’re even lower than that Reg Echo” you never took comments from other people that tried to bring you down, but something about words like that, coming from him started to shatter the glass. You blocked his words, looking away, “join the Empire... join me. Together, we’ll be unstoppable Cyar’ika” he bent down to your height, pushing your head to meet his gaze. The one name he use to call you, sounding so sweet and loving, now sounded cold and broken.

“I hope you know that I’m not doing this for our relationship” you snapped, he only hummed. He knew you were stubborn, one of the many reasons why he fell for you. “I know. That’s why we’re weren’t working out with the Batch. We couldn’t be together, but now. If you tell me, join me, then we’ll be with each other forever” if it was the real Crosshair talking, then maybe you would have said yes, but this wasn’t him. “We still wouldn’t be able to work out, I fell in love with the other Crosshair, not. What you are now” he heard the pain in your voice alright, and took that as an advantage. “Why are you even protecting what you could be so higher, for? Or is it a who? Have you been sneaking around with Hunter, should I have to worry about him?” Something struck a string with that sentence. Was he questioning your love for him?

“I’m keeping them safe. From you” “from me? Or from yourself? The only reason why you’re on this planet is for those chips to be taken out, these Star destroyers have the technology to do that” he pointed out, pushing your hair back and seeing no sign that you had your chip removed. “I could have your chip activated any time I wanted” “then why didn’t you do it?” You asked, he was always known to be one step ahead but this went in the wrong direction from what you planned, “because I wanted you to come back to me. To where you belong” you shut your eyes from that sentence.

~

You and Crosshair had just gotten the chance to get away from the Batch and Marauder. Taking the time to be together without someone always around the corner, “Crosshair?” You called him, as he looked down at you, “Y/n” “we belong together, right?” “Now why would you ask something so absurd? We don’t belong together, we’re meant for each other. You watch me, I watch you”

~

Of course he’d use that against you, he knew how to break you. “No” you whispered as he grabbed the hem of your blacks, “you have the chance, you join me, save the Batch while they run with the time they have for now. Or you could be thrown in with the other traitors while he continue this hunt for them. You’re choice” he threatened, pulling you up so you could be closer. “Cross... what’s wrong with you?” You questioned, looking at him in his brown eyes, trying to look for the old Crosshair in them. Your cuffed hands came up to his wrist that held your shirt. “Don’t stall, I can give you the answer when you’ve made up your mind. Now hurry. We wouldn’t want your friends to get any further” did the Batch even leave? Or were they still here?

“I see whats happening, you’re weighing your options aren’t you?” You looked at him, he found innocence in them for a second. “Wh-what are talking..” “why else would they have agreed for you to stay behind and be used as a distraction? You’re useless to them now, if you meant more to them, then you would be far away in the galaxy somewhere with them while you tended to your own wounds. Right? Remember I’m the one that used to help you while no one else did? They wouldn’t leave their own behind, and it shows they you aren’t one of them. They’ve probably already forgotten about you like they have to me, they’re taking care of that.. child. While you’re here taking the blame for them. Think about it” his grip tighten on your shirt, you felt it through his wrist as it tensed.

“But I’m the one who told them I’d do it” “and they believed you. If they actually loved you, they would have stayed and fought for you. Or maybe they’re scared of you, that your chip might activate and you’re going to hurt them so they took the opening chance they had to go and leave you” the more he talked, the more it made sense. “You trust me right?” He asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek with his gloved hand. You weakly shook your head no, his words already taking effect on you, on your heart, on your love for him. “Perhaps you’d like to know more? Cause I can take you back to Kamino and interrogate you all day and tell you everything that Hunter hasn’t. You’re what we have, and you’re what we need. I’ll take you over the others any day” a tear slid down your cheek as he watched, now that you were vulnerable, he took it upon himself to actually try and get you to cooperate.

“Now Mesh’la,” he kissed the tear away, “you’re going to be the good lover you always were and follow me. You have no other choice, they’re not coming back for you, even I would have turned back around, even stay behind with you” he stood up, grabbing the middle of your cuffs and pulling you along with him. “This is another one of your tricks, isn’t it? You’re going to use me. Under that chip of yours, you’re only a toy for the Empire” you called out, “it’s better than disobeying all orders from the republic and making us look bad” his silver hair fell into his face as he bent down to pick up both helmets. “I don’t even know who you are anymore” you whispered to him, he was taken back at your words. Your sentence hit something in him and he almost felt sorry, “then.. maybe think of me as the old Crosshair, just.. stronger and superior than the last” he pulled you along while he commed the other troopers and Elites to get on the ships and that he was coming back.

You staggered after him down the hallways as you followed, “Cross..” you gently called out, he heard the pain in your voice, he stopped, turning to look at you. “Do want the weak, unwanted old me to love you? Or do you actually want the me who can protect you, protect us from people trying to tear us apart. Hunters been telling you things about me, hasn’t he?” Now he sounded like he was hurt, “no, no no. He always spoke good about you, even Omega. We missed you Cross... I missed you. And, and I’m not going to help you unless you give me the freedom I want. No cuffs, no guards, no spying on me while I’m on your side” something switched inside you, making you see the outcome Crosshair tried to tell you about, he sarcastically laughed at your attempt, “I’m not that dumb Cyar, try again” he looked at you, and you had that serious look on your face that mean you weren’t going to go unless you got what you wanted.

“How can you trust me when I can barely even trust you with all these things on and around me? I mean it Cross. I’m already outnumbered, there’s no point in trying something” ok, you had a point, there was troops outside waiting for the both of you as well. “I’m not going to follow you unless I know you’re following me” you spoke, he slowly nodded, understanding what you meant. He hand came to undo the cuffs that binded your hands together. “Tell me, why? Why all of a sudden change your mind, just a few minutes ago you declined my offer” he asked, curious on your answer since he thought you had nothing to say. “Because I’ve thought about it, you’re making more sense than Hunter has these past few days. I never realized how much they used me until you pointed it out... I want them to feel what they made me feel. What I’m feeling”

He nodded, finally seeing what you were explaining. “I didn’t know how powerful we could be together, if only you can take me again?” you asked, “who said I left you?” “Hunter did, he said once you changed, you weren’t the same. That meant we wouldn’t be what we used to, he seen us together and he warned us” “only because he knows how we can both get things done, and he’s scared of that” he walked up to you, handing you you’re helmet, “good soldiers follow orders” he spoke against your ear as he moved over to your lips. He passionately took them in his. You could tell it was him, it was the real Crosshairs love but it was the new him that held him back. You returned the gesture, wanting to feel him against you one last time as you were leaving the old you here to die with the Batch.

He smirked, pulling away, “I suggest we get a move on if we want to catch Hunter and the others” you nodded, the thought of Hunter now made you feel betrayed, was this how Crosshair felt? Why risk your life for Omega, she’s a clone, she can always be recreated again. Crosshair motioned for you to follow him, along the way, he told you about how better the Empire was than the Republic. And how planets were brought more freedom than under the republics watch, and if you wanted to keep your homeworld safe, then the Empire would be right behind you to keep it that way.

The sky was dark, and the ships were already running, the troopers aimed their weapons while Crosshair told them that you were on their side. Everyone reluctantly agreed to have you around, you both jumped on a ship, sitting there and thinking about all that’s happened and how Hunter along with the Batch, treated you “here, put this on” Cross threw a helmet your way while he took your old one and put it in his locker. He did like the new sight of you in the new armor, maybe you were meant to work for the Empire. But he’d only know for sure when you got out in the field

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Ok, so I’m not sure if the heart break starts here, and judging by how it doesn’t seem here yet. I’m thinking there’s gonna be a part three, definitely a part two. But I hope you enjoyed