#crosshair is broke

[momojedi]

Hunter: So Cross, what are you most looking for in a person?

Crosshair: Money.

Hunter, sighing: No, I mean, what do you need from someone?

Crosshair: Their banking information.

Hunter:

[adh-d2]

Only Crosshair could have let her go in that moment. Crosshair, who's learned not only to trust Omega but to respect her autonomy. Who knows what it means to be the cause of your loved one's pain for reasons outside of your control. Who's willing to risk everything to honor her wishes.

And only Omega could have convinced him to do it. Omega, the one person who never gave up on him. Who taught him that people can change for the better, even himself. The person for whom his hand doesn't shake when the shot really matters.

-

I was devastated when he failed to hit them with the tracker. It's not often that Star Wars shocks me, but I needed to let the credits roll as it sank in that he really missed.

It would have been so easy for the writers to give them the win here. For this to be the culmination of all their character growth this season. Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad about it. This is fantastic. I have no idea what's going to happen next. The writers are making some brave choices this season, and I am so here for it.

[replaytech]

when I say I could write a ten page essay on the heartbreaking themes in this episode, i’m being completely serious.

crosshair refused to let mayday d!3, but it happened in front of his eyes anyway.

the way his voice sounds when he’s begging them to save him will literally make me sob for days.

[aron-mp4]

We aren't that squad anymore.

[soapsbadart]

Omega and Lyana studying at the batches house, echo doing his best to help them with their math homework.

Unfortunately for Echo, math has been changed since he learned it on Kamino.

And of course Crosshair damaged his new prosthetic so Tech is preoccupied with fixing it.

Wrecker has taken up cooking since their retirement, and since he can’t help study, he might as well provide the snacks

Hunter is just taking in the scene of his family, safe and at peace. To him, there’s no better view than the one in his kitchen

[collophora]

Hi there !!! I wanted to let you know your bad batch art is BEAUTIFUL I'm always happy to see it cross my dash!! Your art style is so pretty and I love the way you draw Tech!!

Do you have anymore sketches of Tech we haven't seen yet? No pressure <3!!! Have a lovely day :DD

Oh my that's so sweet thank you! éAè <3 <3 <3 Hughhhhh well since you ask nicely I dug into my wip folder and found a sketch ^^

[here-comes-the-moose]

Does your brain ever put information together just to hurt you?

Because mine just did.

I was thinking about how much Crosshair values loyalty and how much betrayal hurts him. Then I was thinking about my headcanon that he has awful taste in men and my other headcanons that he feels very deeply and falls for someone super fast and super hard…

Then my brain was like “wow if one of his exes ever cheated on him he was probably DEVASTATED.”

So now I’m sad.

[azertyrobaz]

And for what?

[acruelerdonut]

The commander can now rest 😔

[crosshairslongasslegs]

trying not to think about crosshair telling omega that hunter and wrecker might not be alive not because he thought that was true but because he was afraid to face the fact that they might not want him back

[cloned-eyes]

HC for the "Crosshair fled with the rest of the batch" AU were he joins Omega and Wrecker whenever they get Mantell Mix to keep an "eye in them" but he really just as a weakness for Mantell mix aswell

[zealfruity]

Consider:

Crosshair and his Elite Squad in their ship heading back from a mission.

Crosshair is always in charge of the aux:

CRAAAWLING IIIIN MY SKIIIIN!!!

“Sir, could we change the mus-“

Crosshair turns the volume up.

The next song comes on. It’s Bring Me To Life by Evanescence.

Crosshair is mouthing the lyrics under his helmet. The stormtroopers wonder if this job was just one of the circles of Hell.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Tempted to shove the lads into a volleyball team just because I'm in one and I can see them doing the stupid shit I do during matches and training

I have so many examples just from my match today that I can SEE the lads doing

[the-marshals-wife]

Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: I wrote myself into a corner and scrapped my initial ideas for part 2 of Shot Through The Heart. But fear not! For those who wanted more, this is a pseudo-sequel to that fic's premise, updated with all my Season 2 Cross angst. The pay off is worth it, babes.😌

Disclaimer: obviously Crosshair's character arc is still unfolding in Season 2. Writing this on 1/30/23, canon notwithstanding, this is my take on how Imperial S/O Reader and Crosshair would interact after the events of "The Solitary Clone."

Description: Crosshair x Fem!Reader ft. unspoken feelings revealed | Warnings: angst + arguing | Word count: 1,457 | Gif credit: user leavingkamino

★ Bad Batch Tag List ★ @dantes-devil-huntress @sageislostinspring @sweetheart-bo (comment to be added!)

Imagine The Empire jeopardizing your relationship with Crosshair

Discipline. Order. Peace through sacrifice.

These are the principles you live by and swore to uphold no matter what. You made a pledge to The Empire, to the galaxy, to protect those principles until your last breath. Such a pledge leaves no room for doubt. You thought nothing could shake your faith in that. A lot can change in thirty-two rotations.

For better or worse, your former commander had been on your mind. You'd only spoken in person once since his rescue from Kamino, and that was while he was under medical watch in the hospital, understandably still ill from nearly dying. Then, you had to hear from another squad about your own being disbanded, news that was not accompanied by condolences. All this had challenged your morale, but no stripped rank or new assignment could erase the fact that you had a history with the clone sniper. It's not easy to forget someone who had your back when others did not. Yet between you being transferred to your new squad, being away on your own missions, and Crosshair not answering half of your comm attempts when you did have time to make contact, you hardly knew what had become of him.

Something made tonight different, however. He had reached out to you.

The sun had already set by the time you reached the agreed meeting place, a rooftop overlook near the Imperial Headquarters. You wondered why a conversation couldn't be had on base in either of your quarters, but perhaps it was for the best; you weren't overly enthused by several of your superiors presently. You lean on the railing and look out over the haze of the city lights against the deep purple sky. The breeze tousles the loose hair from your braid against your cheeks.

The sound of the lift doors opening behind you breaks your concentration. Crosshair steps out, clad in his familiar black armor, his rifle noticeably absent. It was strange to see him without it.

He removes his helmet and tucks it under his arm.

"Hey," you greet, trying to veil your concern, "I got your message. Are you alright?'

"Fine," he says, nodding slightly. A brief silence falls between you as he walks to stand by your side.

"You look well," he says, his eyes fixed far beyond the skyline. He retrieves a toothpick from his belt and places it between his lips.

"You're looking better too," you reply, glad to see most of the pallor was gone from his face.

Silence again. Starting a conversation with Crosshair was typically a challenge, but one you liked to rise to.

"I heard you were deployed to Desix," you offer, breeching the uncomfortable subject. The last time you'd spoken, Crosshair had been your commander.

"I was," he confirms, "The former leader there took an Imperial governor hostage, but it wasn't much of a fight. We reestablished order in the system."

"My squad just had a similar mission on Ansion. We encountered a lot of local resistance. Not everyone is on board with the Imperial plan." you remark with a sigh.

"So it would seem," he responds, his tone lower than usual, "They can't see that we do is for the greater good. They can't just run away from the truth."

With those last words, his demeanor had shifted. There was a shade of sorrow in his voice. It was conflict if nothing else, and you could no longer ignore it. Why had he brought you here?

"What's wrong, Crosshair? Why did you want to speak to me?"

He frowns, looking down over the railing, "You're still loyal."

Dread washes over you. "What do you mean?"

"Commander Cody went AWOL after our mission," he replies, offering little insight. He follows this reveal with a scoff, spitting the toothpick out into the abyss.

"Oh," is all you can say as your thoughts spin. You never met him, but most deployed on Coruscant like yourself knew the name and who he'd served under, "Maybe he got tired of being treated like a lesser solider," you observe.

Crosshair quickly turns you, pointing a finger, "Don't tell me you're questioning The Empire, too."

"I didn't say that. I just mean it's not exactly a secret that clones aren't treated the same anymore. Not like the conscripted soldiers and volunteer recruits," you reply, taken aback by his sudden anger, "Things have changed so much just since I was part of your squad. It's bad enough how they treat you, but then took that away on top of it."

"I don't need your pity," he asserts, taking a step back from you.

"I don't pity you, Crosshair. I never have," you argue, feeling your throat begin to tighten. You hadn't been prepared for this kind of firefight. "I'm just sick of how The Empire is treating you. You were missing for over thirty rotations and no one would tell me where you'd even gone."

"Why do you care?" he replies coldly.

His words sting, but you can't hold back your answer. "Do you really not know?"

Recognition flashes in his eyes for a heartbeat, but his fist is still clenched at his side.

"We're soldiers, Y/N. We follow our orders, we complete our missions, we get it done. If we die, that's our lot."

"I know what I signed on for. I accept the sacrifices," you say, standing your ground, "But The Empire doesn't care if you live or die. You're just a number to them."

"How is that any different than The Republic?" he finally snaps, throwing his helmet down, "I am only doing what I have always done!"

You feel your hands start to shake as you go on the offensive, knowing what needs to be said, "The Jedi wouldn't have left you on that platform."

"The Jedi are traitors," he sneers, baring his teeth, "and what you're saying is starting to sound like treason."

"Do you hear yourself? Is that what you truly think of me, after what we've been through?" you exclaim, raising your arms at your sides, "Crosshair, I'm on your side!"

You'd made a precise hit, both of you feeling the impact. His rage froze over, and your eyes began to blur. You turn your back to him, fighting to regain your fracturing composure.

"The war destroyed my homeworld. I lost everything and everyone I ever cared about. The Empire gave me the opportunity to stand up and fight. To help keep that from happening to others across the galaxy. That means everything to me. I'm not about to throw that away," you say, looking back to see his stony expression had softened a bit, "But I also know that the cause we serve doesn't care at all about clones. It doesn't matter that you're the best at what you do. They're waiting for the day that they can drop you all. Kamino is proof of that."

He stares at you in the dim light, visibly weighing your words.

"You're too honorable to see that, but I won't stand by in silence," you declare, your resolve returning, "Yes, I am loyal to The Empire. But I'm also loyal to those have fought and bled by my side."

Walking over to his helmet and picking it up, you extend your arm and offer it to him. He reaches out and takes it, avoiding your gaze. Remorse covers his face, but he doesn't speak.

You had nothing to lose by taking one final shot.

"I don't care if the Imperials found you. I wouldn't have left you to start with."

All your rounds fired, you turn to leave. Instead, you feel a grip on your wrist.

"Wait," Crosshair murmurs, swiftly pulling you back toward him.

Before you can utter another word, you're face to face, and he's closing the distance. You close your eyes as he captures your lips in a heated kiss and circles his arm around your waist. Your heart races as you kiss him back, resting your hands on his chest as you surrender to the embrace.

At last he pulls away, and you're captive in his intense brown eyes.

"Thank you," he says, his voice hardly above a whisper.

He calmly releases his hold on you, putting his helmet on and walking away. As quickly as it'd began, the passionate moment was over. You watch him enter the lift and disappear out of sight, realizing not only that you'd been right about the feelings between you, but knowing also that your heartache had just increased tenfold.

Forget the blasters. This was no longer a training exercise. A detonator had just gone off, and you felt the shrapnel across every inch of your skin.

[n3onsightss]

Hastag can my new team stop giving me anxiety like crazy please uno day of no shenanigans or heart attacks or awkward conversations 🙏🙏

[julesdraws]

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Mayday is alive and well and proud of Crosshair for making the decision to return to his batch. Also they are besties now.