#firepuncher the tooka

[toucheholland23]

Cross and Firepuncher 🙌💖

[kybercrystals94]

Neon Warfare

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 1 | Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight | Alt. Prompt: "It's not what it looks like."

Rated: G | Words: 3109 | Summary: Wrecker buys two little water guns. What's the worst that could happen?

“Hey, look at this?” 

“How much do you think something like that costs?” 

“They call that art? I’ve blown up things that ended up looking nicer than that!” 

“If we could get one of those, would you want red or blue? I know red is part of our colors, but blue is nice.”

Crosshair tries to ignore Wrecker’s incessant commentary as they cut through a district of novelty shops. Keeping Wrecker on task during slow paced missions is like herding wild tookas: impossible and incredibly annoying. 

“We’re not here to sightsee,” Crosshair finally snaps. “Are you even watching for our contact?” 

“I thought you were watching,” Wrecker says, “I’m just backup.” 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “So help me…” 

Wrecker gasps, and Crosshair turns to see what has distracted his brother now. Small, neon colored, plastic pistols. “What are these?” Wrecker asks the shopkeep. 

“Water guns,” the man says. 

“What do they do?” Wrecker asks before Crosshair can haul him away. 

The man looks unimpressed with the question. “Shoot water.” 

“They’re so tiny,” Wrecker croons. “You just fill ‘em with water? Simple as that?” 

“Simple as that.” 

“Wrecker, come on,” Crosshair growls. 

“They’re on sale, two for a credit,” the man says. 

“Sold!” Wrecker whips a credit out of nowhere, drops it in the vendor’s waiting hand, and snatches up a green and a pink pistol from the basket. 

It takes every shred of patience for Crosshair to keep his mouth shut until they move away from the cart. “Put your toys away, we’re busy,” he hisses. 

“We’re always busy,” Wrecker says, ignoring him as he fiddles with the tiny orange stopper at the top of the pink pistol. Once he dislodges it, he hands the green pistol to Crosshair. “Hold this.” 

“I’m not holding your toys!” Crosshair cries, taking the pistol anyway. 

Wrecker gets out his canteen and tries to delicately dribble a stream of water into the hole at the top of the gun. Most of the water ends up in a puddle on the ground. 

“I’m not sharing my canteen with you when you’re thirsty later,” Crosshair mutters. 

Wrecker either doesn’t hear him or doesn’t care. “There!” he says, triumphantly, poking the stopper back into place. Before Crosshair can react, Wrecker points the gun at Crosshair and pulls the trigger. A spurt of water splatters harmlessly across Crosshair’s visor. 

He’s annoyed nonetheless. “Ugh! Grow up, Wrecker!” 

“Here,” Wrecker says, unperturbed, reaching for the green pistol, “let’s fill yours up.” 

“It’s not mine!” Crosshair says, thrusting it into Wrecker’s hand. 

“Sure it is! I bought it for you.” 

“I don’t want it.” 

Wrecker’s shoulders slump. “Aw, c’mon, Cross. You’re no fun.”

“We’re not here to have fun. We’re here on a mission. Now, put your kriffing toys away.” 

Crosshair starts walking, and hears Wrecker start trundling along behind him. And then he feels it. Something wet on the back of his neck.

“Ha! That was a good shot!”

Crosshair sighs. This is going to be a long patrol. 

*

Surprisingly, Wrecker seems to lose interest in the water guns the moment they come within sight of the Marauder. He shoves them in one of his pockets and goes about his chores without a word about his newfound toys that he’d been harassing Crosshair with nonstop. 

Crosshair isn’t complaining. Maybe the stupid water guns will be forgotten, lost in a crate somewhere…or found by a certain sniper and shot out the airlock while in deep space. 

However, Crosshair’s hopes are dashed when he opens his firepuncher case the next cycle and finds that someone has put a neon green water gun inside. A torn piece of flimsi is folded beside it. Crosshair picks it up and opens it. Got plan. Practice. Secret. - W. 

Shaking his head, Crosshair picks up the tiny pistol. He can tell by the subtle weight that Wrecker has already filled it with water. With a scoff, he aims idly at a bolt in the wall and shoots. The spurt of water misses by at least nine centimeters to the left. Crosshair’s jaw drops. He missed? He adjusts the pistol in his hand. Shoots. Five centimeters too low. 

Crosshair swears under his breath. 

Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt…

Miss, miss, miss, miss…

He’s about to throw the water gun across the ship when a rumbling voice says behind him. “Harder than it looks, huh?” 

Wrecker’s pink water gun appears in his hand, comically miniscule in his massive fingers. He aims for the exact bolt Crosshair was aiming for. 

Direct hit. 

Crosshair actually chokes on his gasp of shock. He’s coughing so hard that Hunter comes back to check on them, Wrecker slapping Crosshair on the back as if that’s gonna do anything to help.

“Everything alright?” Hunter asks. 

Wrecker grins. “Yeah, he’s just fine, sarge.”

Hunter quirks an eyebrow at Crosshair, and Crosshair can only nod. With one last bewildered look, Hunter retreats back to the cockpit. 

“That’s why you gotta practice,” Wrecker says loftily. “Otherwise, I’ll just be a better shot than you with a water gun.” 

Crosshair glares at his largest brother, seeing the shameless goading for exactly what it is. And yet, he will not be outdone by Wrecker, not even with a stupid little toy water gun. “Oh, you’re on.” 

*

Echo is tracking their flight plan when he hears Wrecker start sniffling behind him. He ignores it. 

“Sure is dusty in here,” Wrecker comments offhandedly. 

“Whatever you say,” Echo mumbles. 

More sniffling. “My nose sure feels funny. It’s like a sneeze is stuck in there.” 

Echo grunts in vague sympathy. 

Then comes the shuddering breath of an attempted sneeze, loud and exaggerated…and prolonged. 

“For force sake, Wrecker, if you’re gonna sneeze, sneeze!” 

“ACHOO!” 

Wet droplets shower the back of Echo’s neck. His reaction is immediate. “Wrecker! Did you just sneeze on me?” Echo squawks, standing and whirling on the giant. 

Wrecker doesn’t look the least bit ashamed. In fact, he looks alarmed and frantic as he tries to shove something bright neon pink in his pocket. Echo is faster when he’s annoyed or angry, and it pays off now. He snatches the mystery item out of Wrecker’s hand. A tiny, cheap water pistol. 

“You shot me with this and made me think you sneezed on me?” Echo demanded. “That’s disgusting!” 

“It’s called a prank,” Wrecker says, sounding offended by Echo’s evident lack of humor. 

Echo rolls his eyes. “A childish prank.” 

“It’s called fun,” Wrecker says, holding out his hand. “Now give it back. I still need to shoot Hunter and Tech with it.”

“Do you honestly think that’s going to end well?” Echo asks, deadpan. 

Wrecker smiles. “Not sure, but I’m willing to find out.”

Echo hesitates, weighing his options. If he returns the kriffing toy and Wrecker pranks Hunter and Tech with it, Echo risks being called complicit in the crime. 

If he keeps the toy…

“C’mon, Echo,” Wrecker whines, making a grabbing motion with his outstretched hand. “It’s water. It’s not like it’s gonna hurt them.”

The manchild does have a point. 

Echo sighs. “Fine. But so help me, you shoot me again with this thing, I’ll send it out the airlock.” 

Wrecker grins almost apologetically and snatches the toy up the moment it’s placed in his hand. “Ah, it was a good prank. You can’t actually be mad.” 

He’s not, but Echo narrows his gaze anyway. “You wanna bet credits on that?” 

“Fine! I won’t shoot you with water again,” Wrecker grumbles, folding his arms, hiding the water gun from view. Echo shakes his head and turns back to finish his calculations. He chooses not to react when Wrecker mutters, “Killjoy.”

*

Hunter is on the very cusp of sleep on one of the bunks when something hits the side of his face. Something cool and wet. He jerks awake with a gasp, hand flying up to touch where the attack occurred. His glove comes away damp. Turning, he sees Crosshair, polishing his rifle. 

“What was that?” Hunter demands. 

Crosshair looks up. “What?” 

“Someone splashed me with water,” Hunter says. 

“Someone splashed you with water,” Crosshair echoes. He rolls his eyes. “Sure they did.” 

Hunter glares at him. “You did it.” 

“How?” Crosshair asks. 

“Easy. You threw water at me.” 

“Where did I get this water?”

“Your canteen.” 

“Does it look like I have a canteen on me?” Crosshair asks, glancing around himself pointedly. “Maybe you’re just imagining things.” 

“My glove is literally damp!” 

“Maybe it’s sweat. Between that mop you call hair and that bandana, you must be roasting alive.” 

“I’m not sweating!” 

Crosshair shrugs, returning to his task. “Whatever you say.” 

Hunter watches him a few more moments before he closes his eyes, keeping his head turned toward his brother, and tries to resume his nap. 

Another water strike, square in the middle of his forehead. Hunter’s eyes fly open, and Crosshair is still there, not looking at him, polishing his rifle with the same leisurely ease as before. 

“You did it again!” Hunter cries, sitting up. 

Crosshair meets his gaze. “What are you on about? I didn’t do anything!” 

“Yes you did! You’re the only one in here! There’s no other explanation!” 

“How the kriff did I do it then? Explain it to me!” 

Hunter grits his teeth. He can’t explain it. But he knows it’s true. “You’re the one doing it, so you tell me!” 

“I’m not doing anything! I’m cleaning my rifle. Maker!” 

Hunter stands up. “You know you’re the worst sometimes?” 

“So I’ve been told,” Crosshair muses, going back to his task.

Hunter starts to storm to the cockpit when something hits the back of his head. He whirls around and Crosshair is still at work, an almost imperceptible smirk twitching at the edge of his lips. Hunter growls a curse under his breath before making his retreat. 

*

“What are you doing?” 

Wrecker and Crosshair startle and look up to find Tech standing over them. The casings of two water guns are on the floor between them, taken apart, amongst a plethora of spare parts from Tech’s stash for his projects. A stash he has very deliberately told his brothers not to touch without express permission. 

And neither of the clones in front of him had any such consent.  

“It’s not what you think,” Wrecker says. He has the decency to sound guilty.

Tech frowns. “What I think is that you are modifying toy pistols using my personal collection of parts.” 

Crosshair shrugs. “Then it’s exactly what you think.” 

“Put the parts back immediately! They are meant for serious projects, not hobbies.”

“Ah, c’mon, Tech,” Wrecker complains, “this isn’t just a hobby. It’s for science.” 

“How so?” Tech asks, unimpressed. 

Crosshair holds up a data pad with crudely designed schematics. “We’re going to increase the weapons’ accuracy by approximately one hundred and five percent.” 

Tech takes the data pad and examines the modifications. “No you are not.” 

“Why?”

“Because I am not giving permission to use my parts for these modifications. Give them back.” 

“Maker, Tech, don’t be stingy,” Crosshair protests.

“It is not being stingy to say that these parts are for specific purposes. Not a single one of those purposes include water guns. Put them away.” 

“Or what? You’ll tell Hunter on us?” Crosshair snarks. 

Tech glares. “You are being immature.” 

“Fine!” Crosshair says, “We’ll put your precious parts away. We don’t need them.” 

Wrecker frowns. “Yeah, we do.” 

“No, we don’t,” Crosshair says. He scoops up the spare parts and dumps them back in their box. He hands the box over to Tech, now a jumbled mess to be sorted. 

“You are behaving like a juvenile,” Tech says irritably. 

Crosshair smiles, but there is no friendliness in the gesture. “Oh, you haven’t seen juvenile yet.” 

“Is that a threat?” Tech asks. 

“Of course not,” Crosshair says, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “Just something to think about.” 

*

Tech calls a meeting between himself, Echo, and Hunter, closing the cockpit door while Crosshair and Wrecker are distracted with cataloging inventory. At least, that is what they said they were doing when they disappeared into the upper hold. 

“Something has to be done about Wrecker and Crosshair,” Tech says. 

“What do you mean?” Hunter asks. 

“Are you talking about their stupid little water pistols?” Echo asks, rolling his eyes. 

Hunter’s jaw drops. “That’s how Crosshair got me!” 

“And Wrecker got me,” Echo says. 

“I caught them trying to modify them to have better accuracy,” Tech says. “I stopped their attempt, but it is only a matter of time before they find alternate means.” 

“I told Wrecker if he shoots me with water again, I’ll send his water gun out the airlock,” Echo says with a shrug. “I say we follow through.” 

Hunter shakes his head. “No. We should fight fire with fire.” 

“Water with water, as it were,” Tech chuckles. 

“Please no,” Echo entreats. “Let’s end this before it gets out of hand.” 

“I’ve been doing some research,” Tech says, bringing out his data pad. “I believe I have found the perfect solution.” 

****

“We have four standard hours of shore leave,” Hunter says, “That means you’re all back to the ship in three and a half. Got it?” 

“Yes, sir,” Crosshair snarks with a lazy salute. He and Wrecker saunter off, leaving Hunter, Echo and Tech without a backwards glance. 

Once they are out of earshot, Hunter turns to Tech. “You got those coordinates?” 

“Affirmative,” Tech says, pulling up the directions on his data pad. 

“Are we really going to spend hard earned credits on water guns?” Echo asks.

Tech frowns. “These are not simply water guns, Echo. They are classified as super soakers.” 

“Cross and Wrecker won’t know what hit them,” Hunter murmurs almost gleefully. 

“Do you even hear yourselves right now?” Echo cries. 

Hunter ignores him. “We need to head out. We have to be back here and in position before the targets return.” 

Echo rolls his eyes, but follows Tech and Hunter anyway. 

*

They turn more than a few heads when they walk into the toy store; however, Crosshair ignores the incredulous stares of the other patrons. He walks straight to the counter, Wrecker at his shoulder. “We had an order for pickup,” he says.

“Sure, what’s the name?” the clerk asks. 

“Crosshair.” 

The clerk disappears into the back room and returns with two packages. “Two special order water guns?” 

The burning sensation of embarrassment creeps up the back of Crosshair’s neck. “Yes,” he says. 

“Aw, yeah! I can’t wait to try ‘em out,” Wrecker crows. 

“Can you be quieter,” Crosshair hisses at him. 

The clerk rings up the order and accepts the payment before relinquishing the packages to the soldiers, fully armored sans helmets. Wrecker takes them both eagerly, tucking them under one arm. They leave the shop and nearly collide with three more armored figures about to walk in. 

“What are you doing here?” Hunter demands. 

“Nothing!” Wrecker cries, sounding panicked, shoving the packages behind his back. 

“We could ask you the same thing,” Crosshair counters. 

Hunter crosses his arms. “We were following you.”

“Why?” 

“We’re suspicious.” 

“Of what?” 

“Of what you’d be getting from a toy store.” 

“How did you know we were coming to a toy store?” 

Hunter doesn’t have a comeback for that, and changes the subject. “What did you get?” 

“Nothing,” Wrecker reiterates guiltily, “It’s a surprise.” 

Tech adjusts his goggles. “Which is it? Nothing or a surprise?” 

“How about,” Crosshair says, stepping in front of Wrecker, “none of your business.”

“This is ridiculous,” Echo grumbles.

Crosshair reaches back and grabs Wrecker’s arm. “C’mon. We’re leaving.” Dragging Wrecker behind him, he shoves through the suspicious trio. 

“See you lot back at the ship,” Hunter calls after them. 

“Not if we see you first!” Wrecker hollers back. 

“Shut up!” Crosshair growls. “This is bad enough as it is.” 

*

They watch until the suspicious duo disappear into the crowd. 

“Those packages were definitely within the dimensions of super soakers,” Tech says. 

Hunter nods. “We should have known they’d do something like this.”

“We’re doing something like this!” Echo exclaims. “I never asked to be part of this. I’m never going to be dry again!” 

“Stop whining, Echo,” Hunter says, opening the door of the shop. “It’s three versus two. We’ve got the advantage. They might have started this, but we’re going to end it.” 

*

When they return the Marauder, the ramp is down, but it is quiet. Too quiet. Hunter holds up a fist, and Echo and Tech immediately stop short. Hunter’s eyes rove over the ship’s exterior. 

“Are we within range?” he asks Tech, a whisper over his shoulder. 

“If Crosshair is positioned on top of the ship, affirmative. He will have gravity on his side.” 

Echo groans. “Need I remind you all that we are in public?”

“We split up,” Hunter says, voice low, gripping his colorful weapon and holding it in ready position. “Circle the ship.” 

Echo sighs and takes the left side while Tech goes right. Hunter bravely takes center. He barely makes it four steps forward before he is hit in the face with a stream of water. 

And that’s when all hell breaks loose. 

*

No one says anything until the Marauder is settled in a hyperspace lane. The only sound is the hum of the ship and the faint sound of water dripping off five drenched commandos. 

Until… 

“They had no right to confiscate our weapons!” Wrecker grouses. 

Echo huffs. “It was that or the city putting in an official complaint with the GAR.” 

“I find it a little extreme to be prohibited from an entire planet. No one was injured,” Tech says. 

“Crosshair shot a child point blank with a super soaker and made them cry,” Echo points out. 

Crosshair chuckles darkly. “In my defense, I thought it was Hunter. They were similar heights.” 

Hunter scoffs. “You are such a liar.”

“Wait, who was it that then shot an officer sent to investigate the disturbance?” Crosshair asks, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Oh, yes. It was Hunter. That’s what got us in real trouble.”

“Now wait a minute,” Hunter starts indignantly. 

Echo stands up. “I just want to go on the record and say I didn’t want to be involved in any of this!”

“This is true,” Tech agrees, “Although you are the one who soaked the second officer.”

“That was an accident.”

“That’s not how the officer saw it.” 

As the bickering escalates, Crosshair catches Wrecker’s eye and holds out his hand, mostly fisted, but open enough that the demolitions expert sees a glimpse of pink and green. He grins, looking back at Crosshair. Crosshair puts a finger to his lips. Wrecker nods. 

The war is far from over. 

END

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[stars-n-spice]

A home by the shore. Fishing nets and harpoon spears. The soothing sound of the waves. Healing scars, slowly fading into memories and reminders. The patter of feet. The barks of a hound. Comforting touches when the quiet seems too loud. Whittled, wooden weapons that double as a club. The smell of salt and the sensation of bliss as you float in calm waters. A warm embrace and whispers of love after a nightmare. That feeling of security, of feeling at peace with yourself and your second chance at life. That feeling of knowing you are not who you once were and that you are loved unconditionally.

Introducing the Marrs!

Feel free to ask any questions about the family! :D

Links to the others and their families are here:

Hunter + Jung's Family // Echo + Viram's Family// Wrecker and Khea's Family // Tech + Phee's Family

Additional Information Under the Cut:

Crosshair & Tay:

- They've got a little place by the shore (that they occasionally share with Tech and his family when they come to visit) and make a living as fishermen - Tay is an amphibious species and loves being in the water and Crosshair's good sight helps sees past the glare of the sun against the waves - Crosshair has taken up knitting as a pastime (he finds it relaxing and a way to practice using his hands again) while Tay often spends his time fishing or helping around Pabu wherever he can - Took them a while to settle down and get used to the civilian life after everything that they'd been through - Crosshair was able to work through it first because he had the support of his family to help him out and in turn, he was able to help Tay'kaa get through it as well - Somehow they're parents who spoil Akona nearly rotten while still being very overprotective of her (though Tay does more of the former and Crosshair does more of the latter) - Usually have a trail of kiddos following after them around the island like ducklings - Crosshair always encourages them to start up shit and Tay never really says no to any of them - and people find this ironic since they don't seem like "kid people"

Akona-Mae:

- Was found by Crosshair when he went on a relief mission with Echo to help and because Tay was sick at home and Crosshair didn't want to catch what he had (that and he arguably missed hanging with Echo) - She takes after Crosshair a LOT (especially how he was like as a kid) and as a result, her Uncles all have a gut-reaction/instinct to look after her - She's got a shell collection, a blue tooka doll Crosshair made for her that she named 'Dae' (after her Apá), and has a harpoon that Tay gave her but she's not allowed to have an actual blaster just yet (not until she's 10 at least) - She loves Sami (she thinks that she's cool and they're both Pantorans) and she's close with Rangi (they share their collections with each other) and Tikan (who she likes to rough house with every now and then) - Loves Jung, as he's selectively mute and can communicate with her better than most, and also loves her Uncle Hunter because he whittled her a wooden firepuncher - Character Inspo: My Mom's cat named Snoopy, Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter), Muffin Heeler (Bluey), Louise Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

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[sailorkamino]

healing and meditation (hunter's pov)

wildflower masterlist

relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x hunter [gn, can be platonic or romantic]

word count: 2.1k

summary: hunter, used to being the sole authority figure of his batch, worries you'll complicate things. through communication and force osik he realizes sharing the responsibility isn't so bad.

warnings: sensory overload, migraines, anxiety, fear of medical practices, gossiping shinies, cross doesn't trust you yet

mando'a translations: osik- shit

Four man squads typically have a sergeant and corporal but not clone force 99. To be fair, clone force 99 has never been like other clones. Hunter has always been the sole leader. Until you.

Your first simulation together is not great. Well you’re great by yourself and they're great as a unit but you don’t know how to work together yet. In the beginning Hunter instinctually starts giving orders, completely forgetting you're his superior officer.

When you land behind Tech to cover him he turns in surprise and almost eats lightsaber. Wrecker is so distracted by your use of the force he stops mid battle to gawk. Crosshair hisses like a feral tooka when a blade comes too close to his beloved firepuncher.

You’re running and leaping so fast between droids they wind up shooting way too close to you for comfort. You don’t seem phased but Hunter almost has a heart attack everytime.

Together you pass. Barely. Hunter is both annoyed and embarrassed at their own performance. Still you don’t seem upset. He wonders if you’re optimistic or just delusional. You tell him to come to your temporary quarters after late meal.

That evening he’s knocking on your door. You weren’t in the mess hall much to the regs’ disappointment. He heard a few gossiping about you and Commander Wolffe. Is that why you weren’t there? Because you wanted alone time with Wolffe? Or are you upset over the sim? It certainly wasn’t their best performance.

You let him in with a kind smile. Hunter can’t recall anyone being happy to see him but here you are. Or you’re a really good actor. He doesn’t know you well enough to tell yet.

Your quarters are like the rest of Kamino: clinical and barren. You plop on the edge of the bed, gesturing to a chair. “Please take a seat. Sorry I couldn’t talk to you earlier. I promised some cadets I would teach a melee class.”

He doesn’t know why you’re apologizing to him. This is the time you agreed to meet at. He’s seen enough holofilms on Tech’s datapad to know nat borns talk like this sometimes. “No need to apologize, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me my rank outside of missions. I know that’s a bit unorthodox but that’s actually why I feel drawn to your unit, I think you’re unorthodox as well.”

Hunter nods slowly. They have a much looser command structure than most units. “Yes sir,” he replies instinctually. He winces when he realizes he broke your rule but you offer a small reassuring smile.

"I’m used to working with a fellow commander so I’m not gonna go on an ego trip if you speak your mind. I'd rather you correct me than get one of your brothers hurt. I try to be as democratic as possible.”

Suddenly you hold out your open palm as a datapad flies into it. His eyes widen at the casual display of power but you’re busy tapping on the device. “Tech sent me your battle plans and codes. I have a few questions if you don’t mind.”

Hunter leaves the meeting much lighter. You actually treat him like an equal and value his input. Your teamwork improves with each sim as the batch finds ways to incorporate your force abilities.

Hunter finds your most intimidating power is your empathy. You look at him like you can right through him. It makes him uncomfortable. He’s always been the strong one. Not only as a sergeant, but as the oldest brother. When he feels a migraine coming on he knows he won’t be able to hide it for long.

What started off as a headache is slowly mounting. Everything is suddenly too much. He can tell a sensory overload is inevitable but it’s like watching a speeder wreck, there’s nothing he can do to stop it. And that fuels anxiety.

Hunter wants nothing more than to crawl into his bunk and hide from the world but he doesn’t know the protocol. Should you dismiss him? Should you debrief?

You begin a conversation with Wrecker he’s unable to follow. From the corner of the ship, as far away from his unit as possible while still being in the room, Hunter flinches. When you don’t answer Wrecker looks back at his older brother and his eyes insantly widen.

“What’s wrong, sarge?” You ask softly.

He looks at you in alarm. He didn’t want you to think he was a liability, or try to force medical care on him when he just wants to hide in a blanket fort. He hopes you don’t try to sic that med droid on him. You would be really upset if he stabbed it. You treat that thing like a pet.

Now Tech and Crosshair are looking at him too, recognition in their gazes. “He’s overstimulated, sir,” Tech answers, a bit hesitant.

“Hunter, go lay down. Next time this happens you tell me,” you state in your general voice, startling the clones around you. Off field you tend to be very laid back. His anxiety grows heavier in his chest. “Yes sir,” he answers weakly, gray eyes much dimmer than usual, trudging towards his cabin.

“Boys, help your brother.” You order. Crosshair is the one who stands to follow Hunter, the others watching in silence. It makes sense only one goes (specifically the quietest) not wanting to overwhelm the sergeant anymore.

Hunter faintly recognizes your sweet-but-not-too-strong scent as you enter the room moments later, your steps practically silent in the way only jedi walk. Crosshair stops mid tuck in to shoot you a protective glare. Hunter silently begs his younger brother not to start shit. He's in too much pain to scold him and you’re too kind.

“I can use the force to help,” you whisper. You’re using your calm diplomat voice that he’s come to associate with talking to Crosshair.

“How?” The sniper whispers fiercely. The response is way too aggressive to someone offering assistance. Hunter would roll his eyes if capable.

“It’s called a sleep suggestion.”

“Do it,” Hunter grumbles. His brother looks at him in shock. Without opening his eyes the sergeant tells him, “not like it can get worse.”

Honestly Hunter doesn’t know if your force stuff is going to work but he does know you’re stubborn. You’re not going to leave him alone without at least trying to help. You seem pretty relaxed when you use the force so maybe it won’t be too bad.

You step closer, shoulders brushing Crosshair’s as you perch on the side of his bunk. “Can I touch you for a moment?”

He appreciates you asking. He knows how strong your powers are. You could easily do whatever you want without his consent. The thought makes him shiver but he pushes it down, inhales your familiar scent, and hum’s a weak “yes sir.” He trusts you.

Nimble fingers remove his bandana, taking pressure off of his pounding temples. Your palm lightly rests on the top of his hair. You’re not initiating any skin to skin contact yet much to his relief. Suddenly the overwhelming pain begins to fade.

He lets out a soft sigh, young features smoothing out a bit. Your thumb runs along his sweaty hairline and he finds himself enjoying the touch. You’re so much stronger than the Kaminoans, yet so much gentler.

A numbing sensation spreads through his body like oozing syrup. His surroundings are muted, limbs heavy, and mind comfortably fuzzy. It’s almost like being sedated but there’s no fear he usually associates with medical practices. It feels more like curling up with his brothers after a long day of training.

“It’s alright, sarge. You’re safe. You can rest now,” you whisper. He believes you. His eyelids become heavier as you gently scratch his scalp. Kriff, why does that feel so nice? “Good job, Hunter. You’re doing so well. When you wake up the pain will be gone.”

The gentle praise is what does him in. His tense body sags into the mattress as his breathing evens out.

When Hunter wakes up, it’s slow and thick. He knows he’s been resting for a while. He enjoys the warm and content feeling of his bunk for a few moments before slowly pulling back his blanket.

He hears Tech’s normally level voice tight with anger. And Wrecker laughing. Not a good combination. He ambles into the common area where you and Tech are clicking away on two controllers, a racing simulation projected onto the wall.

“These physics are highly inaccurate!” His brother complains.

“You’re only saying that cause you’re losing,” you tease.

Crosshair, who’s pretending to be bored, smirks at your comment. Great. Another instigator. A part of him fears the day you grow close to Crosshair.

“Hey, Hunter. Feeling better?” You ask, eyes not leaving the game. Tech’s head snaps to his older brother, not realizing he entered the room. He looks back just in time to see his racer get hit by a shell. “E chu ta!”

Hunter ignores the unfamiliar curse, more focused on recalling the moments after you entered his quarters. Everything’s a bit fuzzy. “Better,” he admits, sending a suspicious look to your AZI unit. “Did you drug me?”

“No, just the force. You consented to a sleep suggestion.” You reassure him with an amused smile. “I meditate twice a day, you’re welcome to join me. It helps me when I’m overwhelmed.”

“What time?” He asks without hesitation.

The next morning Hunter nervously approaches your cabin. Your usually shut door is cracked open, inviting him inside. What if you were just being nice when you offered? He doesn’t want to bother you. He’s pretty sure meditation is really important to jedi.

“Hello Hunter,” your voice greets from inside. Osik. There’s no going back now. He enters the room, instantly hit with a rich but not overwhelming floral scent. He’s greeted by you doing gentle stretches in an baggy tunic and leggings. He tries to subtly observe your cabin.

It’s not much bigger than his shared room with Crosshair although you do have a personal refresher. A single bed with a plush bantha. A desk with a datapad and a few plants. A trunk with a burning cup on top (must be a nat-born thing.) Your med droid sits in the corner with the power droid you scavenged with Wrecker. “Can you believe someone threw him out?” You had asked. You were offended when Hunter said “yes.”

You clamber onto the bed and pat the spot in front of you expectedly. This feels much more intimate than your first meeting. Hunter gingerly sits across from you, copying the way your legs are crossed.

“Does the scent bother you?”

Hunter is caught off guard. Only his batchmates have ever cared about his comfort and even they forget sometimes. “No s- blossom,” he corrects, recalling the nickname Wrecker has given you. You smile kindly.

“Good. Certain scents are scientifically proven to reduce stress.”

That sounds familiar for some reason. “Tech was telling me about that. Aromatherapy, right?”

“Yeah, I sent him a few articles about it.”

Hunter’s heart squeezes with affection. Not many people appreciate Tech’s desire to learn but you’ve had no problem bonding with him. You bring your hands together, “now, let’s begin. Shall we?”

He nods as you began a calm explanation. “We're going to start with a classic mindful meditation, the goal is to be present and control your reactions.”

“Close your eyes and focus on your breaths. You can use your senses to ground you. Like visualizing a happy place, holding a comforting object, smelling a calming scent, or feeling your heartbeat. If your thoughts wander don’t get upset, gently bring them back to breathing. Let your feelings pass without judgment. Your emotions are natural but you can’t let them control you.”

Hunter is reassured by your words. This isn’t like a test back on Kamino where he’ll be punished for any mistakes. There is no failure. He loses himself in the repetitive counting, becoming almost tired as he goes on

Suddenly the bed under him shifts, pulling his mind back to his surroundings. His eyes, feeling oddly heavy, blink open to find you… floating? Your eyes shut, face peaceful, a plush bantha in your lap, your fingers twisted in it’s soft brown fur.

You appear asleep in mid air and it’s oddly cute if it wasn't so weird. What if you fall and hurt yourself though? He should probably stay to make sure nothing startles you. Hunter takes a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with the potted plants and burning wax, and begins counting his breaths again. He might have to join all your meditations from now on.

[the-toskaverse]

Hi it's @clone-anon with platonic!Crosshair and yes I do know how it is sometimes with the sleeping or not as the case may be. Includes platonic bed sharing but not too touchy, so if that isn't what you're going for let me know and I can rewrite it.

You tossed and turned in your bunk, unable to relax enough for sleep to take over. You felt tired, but it wasn't enough to help you sleep. You laid on your back and stared up at the bunk above yours. You could heard various clones around you snoring at different volumes. That did not help much, although in a different headspace it would sometimes almost create a white noise that could help you drift off, tonight that was not happening.

You sighed to yourself and felt a pair of eyes on you. From his bunk above, Crosshair was looking down on you, almost like a tooka peering into a fish tank. A grin pulled at the corner of your mouth and you whispered "What?"

He quietly jumped down and stood above you. "Can't sleep?"

You deadpanned and "obviously" in his direction and he huffed with a smirk.

"Why are you up," you asked. He shrugged, moving over to get Firepuncher. He sat on the end of your bed and started cleaning the weapon, carefully handling each part. This was your chance to talk if you wanted to. You didn't have anything to say, so you watched him methodically work. It gave you something quieter to focus on. When he finished, he put his rifle away and sat on the end of your bed again.

"Scoot," he said. You moved over and he laid down next to you. "This okay?"

Your suspicions were confirmed in that question. Sleeping alone, isolated, did not help him and it wasn't helping you either. Things were comfortable with Crosshair and you knew he was only looking to help you feel safe.

"Yeah," you replied. "But you don't have to."

"I know."

He simply laid there and closed his eyes. He breathed in and out, steadily, calmly. Without thinking, your body started breathing with the same rhythm. You rolled over, facing the wall and away from him. It felt like he was some kind of protection. And extra layer of warmth too. You continued breathing in the same rhythm, both falling asleep within minutes of each other. You were out for the rest of the night and whenever you had trouble sleeping again, you found that steady rhythm to help lull you to sleep.

I am holding a piece of gold in my hands. The way I imagined him looking over the bunk will never not be funny to me- how you write platonic Cross my heart might explode.

10000000/10 big brother cross

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 55: The Vengeful One- Disturbed

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warnings: Wartime violence, threat of medical experimentation, PTSD, Miria definitely murdered some people here, character injury, my best attempt at conjugating verbs in Mando'a

Translations: Me'copaani?: What do you want?

Ni barari: I'm working 

Mar'eyi be ner ram'ser. Kaysh mirci't: I'm looking for my sniper. He's captured

Nayc, dar aru'e. Kar'tayli, adol cuun burcyan: No, not an enemy. I know, because of our bond.

Dar chaabi. Ni kar'tayli kaysh darasuum: I'm not afraid. I love him for eternity.

Elek. Cuyi bat Coruscanta: Yes. I'm on Coruscant.

Kihpar'jai. K'oyacyi, vod: No problem. Stay alive, brother.

riduur: spouse

lek: yeah

buir: mother/father

ba'vodu: aunt/uncle

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Coruscant was as crowded as Miria remembered, but laden with new dangers she hadn't imagined back when she'd last called this planet home. 

Irene had picked her up from Pabu and gotten her back to Naboo, where she'd booked public transport back to the overcrowded capitol. From there she was on her own, as Irene and Argais were busy aiding Aram with his campaign with Senator Chuchi. Miria's hunt for Crosshair would have to be her own, the straggling rebellion didn't have time to search for one man. Miria understood, or told herself she did, no matter how frustrating it was. 

Today she was tucked into the back booth of a bar, trying to catch any information she could from drunk Imperial soldiers. She'd been doing this for weeks, plying them with alcohol until they were chatty and flirting her way back to their apartments. The barkeep hadn't noticed none of the ones who left with her came back, left with a vibroblade hole in their chest when she'd gotten the information she needed. She could only cross-reference it with the snippets she was able to pluck from Crosshair’s drugged and muddled mind. 

Research facility. Nala Se. Regs. It hurts, Miria. It hurts.

She'd find him. And when she did, she'd rain a hell upon whoever was torturing him in a fashion no Jedi could have ever produced. This was a Mandalorian vengeance now; she just needed a lead.

Her comm pulsed on her wrist and she subtly reached up to touch her earpiece. She looked casual, new armor hidden in her backpack underneath the table while she wore her pants and tac vest under her cowl and a poncho Annalise had given her while she was on Naboo. It concealed the pistol in the small of her back, a welcome weight since she'd been forced to leave the Firepuncher on the Marauder. She'd left it laying on her bunk, a placeholder for her and Crosshair when they returned. At least she still had his vibroblade tucked into her boot.

"Me'copaani?" She murmured when the line opened, deeming Mando'a the safest option to talk freely while in the crowded bar. There were no clones around, and it was highly unlikely any of these idiots would speak the language. 

"Miria. Where the hell are you? Hunter and the boys just commed me and said you left the Batch?" Echo’s voice sounded stern.

She bit back a smile. He was such a mother tooka sometimes. "Ni barari."  

"Doing what?!"

"Mar'eyi be ner ram'ser. Kaysh mirci't."

"You ran off alone to look for Crosshair? Are you insane? He's with the Empire!"

"Nayc, dar aru'e. Kar'tayli, adol cuun burcyan."

"It could be a trap, Miri."

"Dar chaabi. Ni kar'tayli kaysh darasuum."

Echo sighed. "I'm going to send you some coordinates. Come here, to me and Rex. We'll figure out a way to help you without you getting killed out there. Plus we could use your help. Deal?"

Miria eyed the nearest Imperial thoughtfully, chewing her lip. She hadn't been sure where Echo even was when she'd arrived on Coruscant, but if their network could help her find Crosshair… she was willing to keep playing soldier. "Elek. Cuyi bat Coruscanta."

"Me too." Echo chuckled. "Make sure you're not followed, and I'll see you soon."

"Kihpar'jai. K'oyacyi, vod."

The comm cut out and she got up, paying for her untouched drink and walking out with her bag. There were plenty of homeless nowadays, she didn't look too out of place. The coordinates popped up on her comm as she left the bar, and she smiled. 

At least she had help. 

"Echo! It's good to see you." Miria hugged her friend tightly. "How have you been?"

"Better than you, from the looks of it. Where's your armor?" He eyed her. "And your weapons?"

"Armor is in the bag, along with my saber. I had to leave the Firepuncher, but Mother gave me a pistol." She lifted her poncho. "Hunter was giving me hell for it, too."

"You're crazier than ever. Come on, meet the team." He put an arm around her and walked her into their secret little base in the Martell twins' repair shop.

"Gregor! Lovely to see you again." She beamed at the man, standing with another clone sipping soup from a mug. 

"Miria!" He grinned. "Fireball, this is the Jedi I was telling you about. Tiny but mighty."

She shook hands, smiling as she got to see what they were working with. "How long have you been on Coruscant, ma'am?" Fireball asked politely. 

"Three weeks. I've slept rougher, I was with Clone Force 99 during the war." She shrugged.

"Wish we had those guys. I've heard they're unstoppable." He sighed.

"They have other obligations." Miria didn't blame the guys for choosing Pabu. Omega deserved a better life than war, Hunter was right about that. Maybe one day she could make that choice herself. 

"Let's get you a shower and something to eat. Rex will have a mission for us soon enough." Echo patted her arm. 

"Still mothering everyone?" She teased as she followed him back to the makeshift barracks.

"Less than I was. Rex laughed at me the first time I asked if he remembered to eat."

Miria nodded. "I'm sure."

Echo hesitated a moment before looking at her. "Why'd you really leave, Miri? I know you, you'd never want to leave Omega."

"I told you. Crosshair has been captured. He's in trouble, and I'll do anything to rescue him. Hunter… didn't believe me." She shook her head. "We had a very ugly fight, before we went to Pabu."

"Something's wrong, Hunter! He's been captured, he's hurt!"

"We can't go after him. It's probably a trap. Miria, you've got to let it go." 

"No! We've got to find him! He's your brother!"

"Who tried to kill us. And you, if you recall. Stop it, Miri."

She'd never wanted to punch Hunter before, but her fists were balling up at her sides. "How can you not care?"

"Crosshair didn't." He looked so calm, arms crossed and brow smooth. "Look, maybe you should stay behind for this thing with Phee. You're not thinking clearly."

"I'm not thinking clearly? I'm the only one who is! The Empire is everywhere, we can't keep running away! Not when one of our own is captured. We're the Bad Batch, we don't leave our own behind!" 

"Stop, Miri. Just stop and think about Omega."

"What are we teaching her if we can't even try? He's her brother too."

"I'm going on this mission and you're staying here with Tech." Hunter said firmly. "We're not going after Crosshair, and that's final. We'll talk about it when I get back." He turned around, heading for the ramp as she stood in the hold, trembling with fury. She didn't want to talk later. She had to find Crosshair! Why couldn't he understand?!

"This is what he meant when he said we weren't loyal to him!" She shouted at his retreating back, eyes burning with tears.

"I'm sure it's okay between you guys. You're his best friend."

 "He's trying to do what he thinks is best, and I don't blame him. But I can't just build a life and pretend nothing is wrong. Not without Crosshair… and now that he's no longer with the Empire, I'm free to fight them." Miria sighed. "But it was a very nasty argument."

"Where do you think he is?" Echo offered. He was willing to help, he knew how hard this was. 

She closed her eyes. "He doesn't know, Echo. He's half drugged and disoriented… but they're hurting him. I know that…I can feel it."

"We'll find him somehow. I promise. Get some rest and a shower. I'll tell Rex everything you told me."

Miria nodded and let herself into the room he'd set aside for her. 

Cross? 

The disused bond sprang to life, coloring the world around her with the dim shades of gray he was seeing. 

Miria… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. 

It's okay, love. I'm searching for you. I'll find you.

They'll kill you if you come here. 

I don't care. 

I do. 

Try to find out more about where you are. I'm going to find you, I swear. I'll get you out.

She felt his hesitation to believe in anything good for a moment, before his lips twitched into a tired smile. Tell me about your plan? I… miss your voice. I've missed it for a long time.

Her heart raced, delight as she got into the shower and shared the blessed feeling of hot water on her aching muscles. He needed it as much as she did. I have a family, Cross. On Naboo. They'll love you as much as I do. We can go there, and see all the flowers. The sunsets are better than Golden Hour on Coruscant. 

Yeah? 

She shared the idyllic picture of her last sunset on Naboo, the purplish light rolling across the fields and the scent of blossoms heavy in the air. You and I could spend hours like this. And I've got my own bedroom there. You can sleep with your head on my chest for as long as you want. 

Crosshair’s longing prickled under her skin. And Mayrin? 

It'd be a nice place to raise her. Or we could go to Pabu, where your brothers are. It's remote, but the family could visit. 

You're not with the Batch? 

No. I left to look for you on my own. They're taking care of Omega. She didn't want to tell him about the fight, or make him feel like he'd been abandoned. Not when he was finally starting to relax. 

You should have let them come with you. You hate being alone. 

I'm never alone, love. Neither are you, as long as we're connected like this.

Crosshair shifted to rest his head on his knees. Someone is coming down the hall. You've got to go… but come back soon? 

I promise. I love you. 

I love you too. 

Miria let the link fade out and got out of the shower, drying off and putting on her clean spare clothes she'd had in her bag. Once she'd knocked the lower-level Coruscanti dirt off her boots and cleaned her vest, she headed back out to see the guys again. It was nice to have a place to lay her head, but there was no time for rest. 

Echo and Rex were waiting, and Miria was ready to fight. 

Crosshair was strapped to a table, eyes screwed shut as he reckoned with the enormity of the trouble he was in. Dr Hemlock had been asking about the Batch, and particularly the kid. He said he needed her, and he'd free Crosshair if he gave them up. That had been three doses from an interrogation droid ago. 

"You'll always be their brother, Crosshair. You're my brother too."

He couldn't hand over the kid to this nutjob. Not when she was so good, and Miria loved her so much. She'd left her best friends behind to protect the kid while searching for him. After all that, he couldn't-

A fourth dose sent his blood burning through his veins. He was a soldier, he'd been trained to resist torture on Kamino when he was a cadet. He could hold out… but they were looking for the guys. And they didn't have Miria to protect them…

Fortunately, Crosshair had never had a problem with fighting dirty. He let himself go limp, no matter how much more difficult it became to avoid screaming. Please work. Please work. It's the only way-

"Stop." The lab assistant, the one who called him by name and urged him to cooperate, ordered, unstrapping one arm to give him an injection. 

"Our orders were to not stop until he talks." One of the faceless stormtroopers grumbled. 

"He can't talk if he's dead. Check his restraints."

Sure enough, when Crosshair peeked through his lashes the trooper had set his blaster on the table by Crosshair’s unrestrained arm. Good thing they're stupid.

Everything hurt, but he got his fingers around the blaster grip and fired, killing both troopers before pointing it at the woman in the white coat. "Release me."

"Think about this, Crosshair." She had her hands up, eyes wide. "You can't escape. Even if you did, the hounds would find you in minutes. Reconsider, or you'll get yourself killed."

"Give me your access card." He narrowed his eyes. He was well past giving a shit what happened to him by now. What mattered was his squad. His family. 

"It won't get you outside."

Crosshair leveled the blaster at her chest, wobbling upright. Entirely because she'd used his name instead of a number, he flicked the switch to stun before pulling the trigger. 

He dragged himself out, shooting every trooper he saw until he got to the communication hub. He didn't have much time, the lab assistant had been right that he'd never make it out. But he could do this… he could send a warning. "Plan 88." He mumbled into the comm, transmitting to the Batch's old line. They weren't all using it, but Tech would check it. He always checked things like that. "You've got to hide, they're after-" 

Thick yellowish mist was coming from the air vents, choking him. He disconnected the comm before it could be traced and went down on his knees. That would have to be enough… they'd have to figure it out. They were capable, they were the best of the best. They were his brothers…

"Having some trouble processing the toxin? It's my own recipe, and one I've built an immunity to. You, however, have not." Hemlock's face was too close, Crosshair wished he had the strength to throw a punch. Even just one would have felt satisfying.

Miria…

"Ready, Miri?" Just off Balmorra, Echo stood beside the woman and sized her up in her armor. It wasn't clone plastoid anymore, but a proper set of real beskar painted half black and half white, with soft lavender moons on the paldrons and a gold star around the honeycomb center, surrounded by a set of sniper's crosshairs. She'd been very detailed in her symbolism, and he couldn't help but think once again what a hell of a riduur she was going to make. 

She pulled her helmet on. "On your signal, Corporal."

Echo smirked and pulled his own helmet over his face. "Let's go."

It was a simple mission. Intercept the Imperial transport ship and free its cargo of clone prisoners. Rex had said Howser was one of the men on board, the kind captain that had helped them rescue the Syndulla family and escape on Ryloth. 

Gregor was manning the ship's guns, while Miria piled in with Rex, Echo, and Fireball into a detachable shuttle to board the enemy vessel. "The hyperdrive and weapons systems are down. Launch!" He called cheerfully. 

"Take out their comms in the next pass!" Miria almost grinned as the shuttle doors closed. This felt good, fighting for a cause. No wonder Echo missed it. 

They attached to the Imperial ship and dropped in, Rex and Fireball heading one way to get the prisoners while Miria and Echo moved towards the bridge. She covered his back effortlessly, taking every shot that presented itself. "Hard to believe you didn't used to swat mosquitoes."

"I still don't." She casually shot a trooper in the face as he worked the bridge door open with his scomp. "A mosquito is an innocent creature who never knowingly harmed anyone." She ducked a shot when the door came open before pulling the saber off her hip and cutting four men into eight. "These fellows, however, I will maim."

"Crosshair better volunteer to do the dishes every night." Echo laughed, pushing in. Miria dragged the nearest trooper out of his seat as Echo started trying to save the data they were purging.

Miria faced down the commanding officer. "Where was this ship heading?"

He had his hands up and hesitated. "There's no need for this-"

"They purged the data, ma'am. I'll only be able to recover some of it." Echo called.

Miria's saber lifted threateningly to the man before her's neck. "Then we'll get the rest of it out of you."

He clamped his teeth together hard, triggering an electric charge that fried his brain. Miria huffed. "Echo, am I really that terrible of company?"

"Not at all."He typed furiously with his good hand. 

"Echo, Miri, we've got the captives secure. Imperial reinforcements are arriving." Rex came over their comms.

"You heard the captain. Let's go." Miria tugged Echo’s arm. 

"I need more time!"

"We don't have it. Come on, I didn't come this far to end up on the receiving end of a firing squad."

Echo groaned, but detached his scomp and data stick, following her down the hall. They practically dove into the shuttle with the other clones. 

"Damn, you brought a Mando?" Howser whistled as Echo got on the controls and detached them. Miria anxiously watched them reconnect to their little rebel ship before everyone went flying as they hit hyperspace. 

She took her helmet off and shook her hair out, smiling. "Hello, Captain Howser. Nice to see you again."

He blinked, eyes widening as he put the voice to his memory. "The woman from Clone Force 99?!"

"Former Jedi Master Miria Halcyon." She grinned. "Sorry we couldn't be introduced properly before. Come along, I'll catch you up." She opened the shuttle doors and stepped into the main ship.

"That was nice work, General." Rex patted her back as she dropped into a chair by Gregor. 

"I'm not stealing command from your operation, Captain. You don't have to call me that." She shook her head. "Where's next?"

"Back to Coruscant for now. Senator Chuchi and Aram are meeting us at the hideout for survivors' statements." Rex sighed. "They're still trying to help legally, but I think we're not gonna get far that route."

She nodded. "I can talk to my family about help with supplies and searching for a more secure base, away from Coruscant…"

"Much appreciated." He patted her shoulder. 

Miria caught his wrist before he could walk away. "What's the long term plan, Rex? We don't, and likely won't, have enough people to defeat the Empire. They're already too powerful. So what's your end game?"

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I don't know, Miri. I… I've just got to save as many brothers as I can. I don't know what comes after. We'll never really be free as long as there's an Empire, but going underground is better than dying as a number. That's all I know for sure."

Miria nodded. She understood. There was nothing she craved like an end to the bloodshed, but after that… what was left but a life in hiding? A life she'd promised Crosshair, either on the farm or Pabu, hiding from the hell that had unleashed itself on the galaxy. 

She couldn't save the Republic. But she could save her little piece of it, just like Rex. 

"I kept hoping that somehow, we'd find a way back to normal." Rex sighed. 

"Normal feels like a dream that I recall less and less, the longer I'm awake." She shook her head. "We'll keep fighting, for as long as we can. I'm here until I find what I'm looking for."

"Crosshair, right?" He smiled sadly. "You sure you'll like what you find? I heard about what happened on Bracca, Ryloth, and Kamino."

"I know him better than that." She settled back in her chair. "I'd stake my life that the man I know is still in there. I've done it before."

Rex looked at her consideringly, and she took her glove off to reveal her scarred hand. He whistled. "That's some kind of love. Reminds me of someone."

"You're talking about Anakin." Miria flexed her fingers. "And how he loved Padme."

The clone nodded. "Yeah… you knew about that?"

"Yes. I knew for years." She closed her eyes. Rex probably didn't know what had become of Anakin, and she wasn't sure she had the heart to tell him his friend had fallen so far. Instead she just nodded. "Some love is blinding. Other times, it makes you see."

"Jedi are always wise." He nodded, heading off to get them ready for a secure landing. 

Miria looked down at her scarred hand in her lap. "No… no they're not."

"The data is heavily encrypted." Echo was giving his report to Rex and Chuchi, while Miria sat on a crate next to Aram and drank her mug of soup. "It will take a while to sort through."

Howser sighed. "I wish I could help, but I've got no idea where we were headed. I went in with eight of my men. Only three made it out."

"What were you being imprisoned for?" Chuchi looked fretfully between him and Echo, her gentle and kind nature showing in her eyes. She'd already promised to take the captured clones to refuge, but Miria felt she wanted to do more for them. 

Don't we all. 

"Dissonance. Questioning Imperial orders." Howser sighed. 

"That's banthashit." Aram huffed.

Miria nodded, slurping a mouthful of cheap noodles with very little attempt at grace. "Indeed it is. Have you talked to your parents about aid?"

"Lek. Buir says Dad and Ba'vodu Anna are sending credits and growing food for the clone refugees. Your dad is building an extension on the house to make it bigger, to house some of them while we figure something out. And making weapons to send." He sighed. "Right out of one war and into another."

Miria nodded. "It's an unfortunate reality. But not all is lost… not yet." 

"You're right. And hey, Howser's kinda cute." He smirked. 

"You're incorrigible."

"Buir usually just calls me a fuckhead. You make it sound nicer. I'll bet the Batch appreciates it." Aram laughed. "Where are they?"

"Safe on a remote planet. They made a choice, and I respect it. But I had to make my own, and it led me here." She shrugged, looking at Echo. "Though, I suspect I'll be seeing them soon enough."

"Yeah?" Her cousin raised an eyebrow.

"I need to know where that ship was going." She caught Echo’s attention and he walked over to her. "Tech could decrypt that data in a few hours."

"You think he'll do it?" Echo crossed his arms. 

"They did say they'd help any way they could. And they won't even have to leave Pabu." Miria hopped down from the crate. "I can get us there."

"I'm glad you're in the thick of this with us, but you're awfully eager for someone who's only doing this to find one man." Echo sighed.

"Of course I am. Wherever that Imperial transport was going… that's where Crosshair is. I'm sure of it."

"It really is a pretty place." Echo smiled as they dropped into the atmosphere over Pabu. "I see why the guys like it."

Miria sat in the co-pilot seat, helmet in her lap. "Yes. You'd like it, if you ever got a chance to spend any time here."

"Maybe one day." Echo was non-committal. It did sound nice, but he couldn't let any clones remain in the hands of the Empire. His mission was a much longer haul than hers, and they both knew it. Unless Crosshair chose to fight, she'd be looking for a home to settle on once he was safe. If he did… well, it would be nice to have them both back. And he wasn't opposed to helping raise any little one he was sure they'd end up with. 

"There's the Marauder. It must be time for Omega's flying lessons." Miria smiled as their home ship darted by and banked. 

"Tech turn." Echo laughed. "She's getting better at it."

"Hmm. She's got spirit." Miria nodded. The girl's voice came through the comm as soon as Omega caught sight of them. 

"Havoc 5 to Havoc 4 and Havoc 0! Do you copy?"

Echo grinned. "We copy. I see your keeping up with your training."

"As promised." Omega sounded just a tiny but smug.

Miria gave Echo a wicked smile. "Havoc 0 to Havoc 5. How about a race back to the landing zone to show us what you've learned?"

"You're on!"

Echo grinned and yanked the controls, rolling them back and taking off at blinding speed. Miria cackled beside him. "Not going to let her win?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

They touched down just a minute ahead of the Havoc Marauder and walked out of the ramp to find Hunter waiting for them with Shep Hazard. The kindly mayor waved. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Miria."

"The pleasure is mine, sir." She smiled. 

Hunter and Echo clapped hands before the sergeant turned to her. "Miri."

She gave him a sheepish smile. "If you're still upset about the way I left, I understand-" She was startled when he picked her up bodily in a hug. 

"I'm just glad you're safe. We haven't heard anything for a month."

She patted his back. "I'm sorry. I needed to lay low and I didn't want to risk your safety here."

He set her down and inspected her armor. "Beskar?"

"Aunt Irene." She nodded. 

"Nice."

"Echo! Miri!" Omega tackled into the cyborg clone and he scooped her onto his hip. "We missed you."

"It hasn't been that long." Echo didn't put her down though, happy to hug his baby sister again. Tech stepped out of the Marauder behind her with a smile. 

"You mentioned you needed an encryption broken, yes?"

Echo nodded, begrudgingly setting Omega back on her feet. "Duty calls. I pulled it off an Imperial vessel over Balmorra."

Hunter sighed. "You'll have to tell me about it, once he gets started. But you two have to be hungry."

"The food here is very good." Miria nudged Echo gently. 

"Lemme give Tech the data stick." He smiled and followed Tech back onto the Marauder. 

Hunter looked at Miria. "How are you doing?"

"Better now than I'm sleeping on a couch instead of the streets on Coruscant, or dead men's apartments." She chuckled darkly. "Still no lead, but I think that data can change it."

"You worry me." He rubbed his temples. 

"What are sisters for?"

When Echo came back, Omega grabbed his hand to show him around. Miria wanted to glue herself to Tech's side until he'd finished the decryption, but Hunter pulled her along. "Come on. He'll work faster without distraction."

Miria nodded and rubbed the left side of her neck. "Alright, alright. I'll get the Firepuncher back later. Show me the repairs you've been doing?"

It was dark by the time they gave Shep's hospitality the slip, Miria walking with Echo and Hunter around Upper Pabu. "So you're really thinking about staying permanently?" Echo questioned, a drink still in his hand. 

"We haven't decided yet. But it might be the best thing for us." Hunter nodded over to where Wrecker was laughing and chasing Omega and Lyana around.

"I'm surprised you're not back on Ord Mantell with Cid." Echo raised an eyebrow. 

"We're… evaluating things." Hunter shrugged. 

"Cid is a piece of work." Miria shrugged and rubbed her neck again. She'd been doing that all day, Hunter had noticed. 

"What about you? How's it going?" Hunter decided not to ask, since Miria was far from Cid's biggest fan and he was in no hurry to see her upset. 

"We've built a small network of clones. Some are underground, others are our eyes inside the Empire." Echo explained. 

"You can't defeat them, Echo. You know that." Hunter sighed.

"This isn't about the Empire. This is about our brothers." Echo’s tone turned sharp, and Hunter immediately glanced at Miria. Great. Now they both were annoyed with him…

Miria stepped between them. "You're both right, so don't fight. The Empire is too big to take down with only a handful of rogue clones. I told Rex as much." She said softly. "But that doesn't mean giving up. We all make our choices."

Hunter sighed. "I just wish you'd reconsider. It's dangerous, you could both be killed."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." Echo said firmly. 

Miria just nodded. Before she could say anything, try once more to help Hunter see what this wasn't just a mad dash towards an early grave, Hunter's comm went off. "I've completed the decryption. You should all return to the Havoc Marauder."

"Tech sounds worried." Miria frowned, before dashing ahead. She needed that information. Whatever it was, Crosshair was on the other end. She had to get to him. 

Tech was sitting at the console fidgeting when she arrived a minute ahead of the others. "What have you got?"

Tech shook his head. "Nothing good, General. The ship hijacked over Balmorra was assigned to the Advanced Science Division."

"I'm not familiar with that." Hunter frowned. 

"That is because it was a clandestine operation with no records of its location or purpose. But it was headed by Dr. Royce Hemlock."

Miria's brow furrowed. "I've heard that name. He was expelled from the Republic science corps for ethical violations…"

Tech nodded. "Unauthorized and unorthodox experiments."

"That's consistent with what I've been able to figure out from Crosshair." She gritted her teeth. Of course the love of her life had fallen into the hands of a total madman. 

Omega climbed up into a deck chair, eyes on the image of Hemlock on the screen. "Why would they be transferring clones to him?"

Tech sighed. "I am not sure. But there is another problem… previous records of transferred clones include Crosshair’s CT number."

Miria gave Hunter an "I told you so" look. He tried to ignore her. Wrecker squirmed. "That means Crosshair turned on the Empire."

"Like I said." Miria grumbled. "What else did you get?"

"A distress signal from one of our old comm channels, using Crosshair’s old code." Tech pulled up an audio recording. 

"Plan 88. You've got to hide… they're after-"

It was the first time Miria had heard his voice directly since Kamino, and she didn't expect it to take her breath out of her lungs the way it did. "P-plan 88." She whispered. "The seeker."

"He may be attempting to warn us we are being targeted." Tech looked back as Wrecker put a hand on Miria's back. 

"Or setting a trap, as he's done before." Hunter crossed his arms over his chest. 

"He didn't ask anything of us, Hunter." Miria hissed. "It's clearly a warning!"

"How are we supposed to find out?" Wrecker sounded a little lost while Hunter prickled at Miria's frustration.

Echo rolled his eyes. "For the love of the Maker… just show him your neck, Miri."

That deflated the sergeant. "Your neck? I mean, you've been rubbing it all day-"

Miria yanked her collar down and turned her head to the side. "With a Force bond, sometimes we can feel each other's pain." She said quietly. "My face burned after Bracca for days… but when we're both reaching out, and the connection is strongest… our injuries can be shared."

On the side of her lily-white neck was a sizeable bruise and red pinprick, like an injection point. Tech stared, open mouthed. "That looks like an interrogation droid…"

"Does this look like a trap to you, Hunter?" Miria whispered. 

"... no."

(Bonus Mando Miri because I was permitted to color at work today)

[morgan-ct5290]

Tag Number: CT-5292

Nickname: Morgan

Rank: Clone Lieutenant

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hair: Back length wavy black dyed hair that is usually put up in a low knot but she tends to wear her hair down down when she's on leave

Eyes: light brown eyes and slightly droopy due to a lack of sleep because of her insomnia

Complexion: fair skin with heavy scaring around her torso

Height: 5'10 (standard Yuval-clone height)

Build: slim but athletic due to training

Outfit: She wears the standard clone trooper armor but painted black and with dark purple accents like the crudely painted Tooka on her left shoulder armor.

Personality: Quiet and serious and would only show her caring side to those she considers her friends and family which isn't very big. Pretty ignorant of the civilian world

Weapons: 773 Firepuncher Rifle, a pair of DC-17 hand blasters, EMP grenades, thermal detonators, stun baton and shield 

Background Story: 

(Practically the same as Prin’s the whole Yuval-clone thingy just a little different-ish, if you are curious you can check it out here)

Like her sisters, Morgan is cloned from the mysterious 'mercenary', Noemi Yuval, to become excellent soldiers, only to fail and pass as above average compared to the typical soldier.

Morgan had fought in the battle of Geonosis and lived to be the only survivor among her squad mates, making her realize the price of war from early.

By the time the Battle of Arantara was initiated, Morgan had been immediately reassigned to another squad that was later betrayed by their sergeant who was leaking information regarding battle tactics to the enemy, causing the droid forces to ambush the squad.  By the time reinforcements had arrived to rescue the Morgan's squad, none of them save for Morgan who sustained serious injuries made it out of the field alive, though it fractured her trust in her fellow comrades. 

Despite her failing trust in others,it was during her recovery from Arantara where Morgan met a fellow Yuval-clone and sister named Prin, a Clone medic, who later shared a close bond with Morgan.  

[dragonrider9905]

Thank you so much for the tag @frostycatblr-fandom-files!!!! I appreciate the invite to talk about my OCs! I have a few ;D

Ryn (Serena) -- For one, she's a medic so she has all sorts of fun stuff to help you if you're banged up. She's got every form of bacta on her and keeps the bandages close because Wrecker likes to make Tooka beds out of it 😏 She's also a warrior so she's got lots of knives up those sleevies, a secret medicine that heals all things, grapples, yeah, pretty much anything that can fit in Mary Poppin's bag. Also, later on, a necklace.

Valia Drystand -- Valia doesn't carry anything in her pockets other than her sketchbook of memories and her sparks and electronics. Her tools she actually keeps on her custom shoes as decoration. She made them herself to be small and concealable!

Seraphina -- is a Mandalorian so...she'll have what Mandalorians have...lots of weapons XD You took her pistol? Guess what, she's got a bomb too! Oh, and a knife, and that thingy? I don't know what that is but it is dangerous if she caries it. Of course extra cartridges for her own firepuncher. She also carries a picture of her and her sister with her. Soon, something of Crosshair's as well.

Leyla Lorelei -- As a Jedi, she tries not to keep too many possessions but of course, her trusty lightsabers are attached to her belt. Sometimes she carries an extra bandana of her own and other times not. She keeps a special herb with her when she has the supplies to help her weak heart. Binoculars, communication device, and a special trinket that means a lot to her.

Zephyr (name up for debate) -- She keeps a knife for fishing as she lives by the water, string, sometimes shells, money, food, small books and news articles. And at a certain point, she'll carry her memory there too ;D

Anyone who wants to jump on, please do!

What does your OC have in their pockets?

I know Rina tends to keep the following:

vape mod

crumpled up covering from a nic patch

a few credits in change

black com link

rope dart (the perks of having a weapon that can get small)

Pass this along to empty out an OC's pockets

@photogirl894, @techs-stitches, @techs-assistant, @locitapurplepink

[darthzero22]

A simple nap

Crosshair x Reader 

You were used to the missions your squad was assigned, but sometimes the missions were very exhausting. You decided to get some rest during the hyperspace trip, but Crosshair will more than likely wake you up for a few minutes.

The mission was exhausting, as soon as you boarded the ship you felt like you were going to fall asleep, and luckily you were able to take a nap. It must have been an hour since you fell asleep. You were sleeping peacefully in your room lying face down on your bed, and it seemed that nothing was going to wake you up. When you fell asleep you were alone in your room, but not now. Now you were Crosshair, since practically that room became his room too.

Crosshair remained seated on a metal box he was using as a chair. The box was located near the bed, but not quite next to it. He was checking and cleaning his 773 Firepuncher rifle, but despite that he took his eyes off his rifle to look at you. He looked at everything because it was his enhanced skill, his eyes were able to see everything in great detail so quickly, and therefore he loved to look at you. He would never admit that to anyone, only to you, and on almost every mission, if you were not at his side, he would always look at you with the scope of his rifle. Seeing you reassured him, more than he can admit, and also in other situations it produced other emotions, somewhat more exciting emotions.

Now Crosshair was looking at you with absolute concentration, he had stopped paying attention to his rifle and so he put it aside. He wanted to get a closer look at you, so he quietly drags the box to position it next to the bed. Your face was covered with your hair and he brings his fingers up there to gently remove those strands of hair. His fingers moved slowly and softly across your skin, it was a soothing caress and you sigh because you could feel it in your sleep. Then he leans down a little to get a better look at you. You moved in your sleep, now lying on your side. You are so beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Crosshair could really stare at you all day long, in this case until you wake up. He was patient, the habit of being an experienced sniper, but with you it was a totally different case. He could just sit there and keep looking at you, but he wanted to kiss you, at least that beautiful skin of yours.

Those desires were winning him over, so Crosshair slowly brings his face closer to yours and instead of kissing you on the cheek as expected, he brings his mouth to your neck. He starts kissing and licking you there, feeling, smelling and tasting your scent. You thought that was part of the dream, but when you touched reality for a few moments, you realized it wasn't your dreams. You obviously knew it was him, so without opening your eyes you raised your hand and stroked his silver hair behind his head.

“Cross… I'm trying to sleep…” you said with sleepy voice.

“Then stop being so beautiful”

You smile when you realize that Crosshair had no intention of stopping, so you continue stroking his hair. You still didn't open your eyes, so you could feel his kisses and licks more intensely. You were still sleepy, you couldn't react much to his kisses, but a small moan managed to escape your lips. You could feel that he had no double intentions, at all times his kisses were loving and soft, though occasionally his licks were passionate.

“You would have told me that you wanted attention...” you said softly, but your tone of voice he knew very well.

“Don't start with that tone of voice”

“What tone of voice?”

“You talk to me like I'm a Tooka”

“Oh, well, I don't see the difference…” you open your eyes to look at him.

“Hmm. I don't know if I should consider that a compliment” he raises his head to look at you.

“It's up to you…” you were smiling, and you caress his cheek with two fingers.

Crosshair rolls his eyes and looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. You kept smiling, you were still with a lazy face with your eyes barely open, and that made you more adorable to him. He puts on a small smile and does not hesitate to bring his face close to you again, but now to join his mouth with yours. You put your hand behind his head to reciprocate, and as you kiss, you stroke his hair again. Surely of all the ways he could wake you up, that was one of the best.

Crosshair wanted a more comfortable kiss, so he gets up from his seat and climbs onto the bed. Thanks to this change of position, you were lying on your back with him on top of you, and now you put your other arm around his neck while you were still kissing. You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other's sensation and warmth. You thought he had those double intentions when you feel he gets closer to your body and when he positions himself better between your open legs, but strangely he didn't have those intentions. He breaks away from the kiss to rest his mouth on your neck, maybe he was also lazy because of the mission, but he was playing tough?

“Are you tired, handsome?” you kept stroking his hair.

“I can hold my sleep, unlike a certain person I know” he gives you a little kiss on the neck.

“I get it, I know I lost that competition. But understand that while someone was in an elevated position without moving, I was running and destroying the droids in front of my face”

“That's not how things happened. Which of us put ourselves in unnecessary danger? As usual I had to save your ass"

“Yeah, yeah...  Whatever you say. But I really think you were looking at my ass the whole time with your rifle scope"

You got him. You hear Crosshair laugh, your neck muffled it a bit because he had his mouth resting there.

“You... I knew it! ”you give him a pat on the back. “You're a bastard"

“What? I always take advantage of high positions, you should know me"

“Oh, of course I know you. That's why I knew that from the beginning"

“Then don't complain. You love being dramatic" he gives you another kiss on the neck. “You have to admit and accept that I saved your ass”

“Only if you accept that I saved yours"

“You know I can't admit something that didn't happen?”

“The future small scar on my shoulder doesn’t say the same" you stroke his hair with your fingers. 

“That was the fault of your stubbornness. Besides, you won't have a scar from that wound"

“Really?” you smile.

“Hmm” 

You couldn't see his face, but somehow you knew he had frowned, and you chuckle a little when you feel him pull your clothes down a little in the shoulder area to see a small wound on it. It wasn't a serious wound, but you would probably have a small scar in the future, and he gently kisses you there.

“I see someone felt guilty” you tease him, always smiling. 

“Ugh. Don't start with that. This doesn’t mean that I admitted it"

“Not for you, but for me”

Crosshair moves up a little so he can see you, and your smile gets bigger as you see his raised eyebrow and typically grumpy face.

“That's not how things work"

“I know. But I know you and I know when you are sorry, when you feel guilty or when you are hiding something from me. You are transparent with me” 

That was the absolute truth. Crosshair was transparent with you, you were able to notice and see how he felt because you knew him perfectly well. He didn't show his feelings easily, until he met you and you became very important to him. The fact that someone cared and knew him in such a way as you did touched him in his heart. 

“That...” he sighs and lets out a little grunt. “Fine. You win. I admit you saved my ass today too”

“It wasn't that hard, was it?” you were smiling. 

“Don't provoke me. I can tell how much you love to tease me. And don't look at me like that”

“Me? I would never” you said with sarcasm. “I feel offended right now"

“I can see how offended you are" he said with sarcasm too. “You're really bad at acting, you know that?”

“I know. I'm a horrible, but at least I completed my objective” 

“Yeah. Your dumb ways work, sometimes”

You stare at each other for a few more moments without saying anything, without moving a muscle, until finally a smile appears on both of you at the same time, and you are the first to laugh, followed by him, at the silly scene you made.

“Sometimes we become fools, don't we?” you said with a smile.

“Say it for yourself. But yes, more you than me” he was smiling too.

“Oh, no. We're both equally foolish"

“At least you admit what you are, I'm proud"

“Hey. You...” 

You couldn't say anything else because Crosshair joins his mouth with yours in a loving, yet passionate kiss. Even though the kiss was passionate and deep, it was more loving than anything else, and you stayed that way for a few moments. While you kissed, you stroked his hair behind his head, and he stroked your cheek, and you just wanted to attract that moment of closeness.

Finally you separate for lack of air and do not join your mouths again, then Crosshaor lowers his head and now rests his cheek on your shoulder. Your breathing relaxed, his breathing relaxed and you could feel that his whole body was actually relaxing on top of yours. You start stroking his head, his silver hair, and you could feel that he was relaxing even more, he had probably even closed his eyes.

“Cross”

“Hmm?” 

“You woke me up because you wanted to sleep next to me, didn't you?” you were smiling. 

“How perceptive, mesh’la” 

“I should have known”

You were quiet for a few moments, you stared at the ceiling as you continued to stroke Crosshair's hair, running your fingers through his hair in a soft, soothing caress.

“Cross"

This time there is no answer, judging by Crosshair's breathing, he had fallen asleep in those moments you were silent. He was clearly exhausted from the start. You were touched that he had fallen asleep on top of you using your shoulder as a pillow, practically hugging you. How could he not fall asleep? He was exhausted and the feeling you were giving him was more than relaxing, you made him feel loved and safe.Your smile gets bigger and you gave him a kiss on the head.

“I love you” you whispered against his head.

Even though he was asleep, he could somehow hear you, so he put on a small smile. You start to feel sleepy too. Sleep had returned and even more so when you had Crosshair with you, so you close your eyes and fall asleep after a few seconds, hugging him.

[kalm5]

Imagine newly graduated bad batcher going on their first mission. They looked like the regs but with their modified gear.

Then during a mission Wrecker got a Tooka. Name not yet chosen. Wrecker is overjoyed with his new companion.

Also during that they saw regs with their painted armours and unit colours. Crosshair suggested something dark and menacing. And that they wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. With the exception of Tech they chose black, red and grey. Wrecker also made newly named Lula into the bad batcher!

They also had an argument on what they should use as the symbol. Wrecker obviously suggested Lula. But it was quickly shot down. It made Wrecker sad that they would disregard the suggestion. They all came up that a skull would make them look for scary and dangerous.

But Crosshair even though really cold helped Wrecker put a Lula marking on his armour. To support Wrecker he put a Lula marking on the external pack (the back pack thing that attach to their armour) where he store and carries his Firepunch.

[toucheholland23]

Uncle Cross “i hate everyone” hair. Based on one of our moments of inspiration with @lostjediis

[stars-n-spice]

Sharpshooters - Sec Gen!

Introducing the Marr family some 10 ish years after Mount Tantiss :D

In the aftermath of the s3 finale, Cross and Tay settle down, eventually get married (Tay took too fucking long to ask so Crosshair ended up asking), and end up adopting! They have a place down by the shore, on the lower levels of Pabu, where they make a living as fishermen and raise their daughter, Akona.

Others coming soon:

Tech + Phee's Family // Wrecker + Khea's Family // Echo + Viram's Family // Hunter + Jung's Family

Close ups and additional information under the cut!

Crosshair and Tay Marr

Been married for 4 years - they will not agree over this

Last to marry and adopt - Tay took too long to ask (he was nervous, okay?) and Tay didn't think he'd be a good dad since he never had a father figure (he was wrong)

Have a place on the shore

Are fishermen for a living - Tay is an amphibious species and Crosshair is good at spotting fish in the water

The "cool" Tíos - Tay never says no to his nieces and nephews and Crosshair is always encouraging them to start up shit

Crosshair -> "Papa"

Tay -> "Apá"

Tay got a Pantoran facial tattoo to match Akona and Crosshair - not the full scope because he kept squirming during the session (it tickled) and Crosshair gave up

He also got his lethorns capped off so Akona couldn't poke herself with them since she has a habit of climbings all over him/pulling on them when she wants something

Crosshair now has a prosthetic arm and is like Tech with all of his pouches (all for storing things for Akona + his toothpicks)

Both are somehow super overprotective of Akona but also spoil her rotten - they will let her have everything and anything she wants EXCEPT for a blaster

"Oh no I'm much worse" <- he's awful - it's a good thing his hair is already gray because Akona would've given him a lot of gray hair with how much he worries over her

But they're very trusting of her and know despite her young age she's more than capable of handling herself so they'll let her go out and about (not without Batcher though)

Crosshair loves to make fun of Tay whenever he sees Tay being a "total dad" in his words - "And you said you couldn't do it. Big, cocky guy always bragging about everything he's good at and you thought you wouldn't be a good dad. Tch."

Tay never had parents and the one mother figure he had um,, died brutally in front of him so his fears are warranted but he proves to be a good parents over time - of course with guidance from Crosshair who's already had some experience with Omega

They're doing just fine though - of course it took a long time for the both of them to adjust to a peaceful civilian life, but they managed and look at where they are now :)

Akona Marr

Akona Marr! Crosshair and Tay's adopted daughter

Pantoran/Nautolan hybrid

6 years old (was found by Crosshair when she was around 2 years old)

3'11

Stubborn, spoiled, and cute as all hell

Autistic and nonverbal - will sign and usually doesn't say much outside of "Papa" and "Apá"

Wants to be a biologist when she grows up! - specifically a marine one because she loves the ocean :)

Likes: fishing with her Dads, swimming in the ocean, animals (especially Batcher!), spicy food (like burning tastebuds kind of spicy), and collecting shells!

Dislikes: loud noises (and crowds for that matter), the cold (cold-blooded), flying/heights, being alone, not having a REAL blaster (not allowed to until she's 10)

For now she as a toy wooden firepuncher that Hunter whittled for her (that she also uses as a club)

Akona loves to collect shells and will show off her collection to anyone and everyone

She might not have a blaster but Tay got her a harpoon and that works for her (for now) - like her dads, she's proving to be a really good sharpshooter as well :)

She has a tooka doll named "Dae" that Crosshair made for her (yeah, it's supposed to look like Tay - when Tay saw it he cried)

She got her facial tattoo recently (done by none other than her Papa)

Spends most of her time swimming with her Apá, playing in the sand, exploring the shore, or napping with her Papa

Her favorite cousins are Rangi (he shows off his bug collection and she shows off her shell collection) and Sami (because they're both Pantoran and she's nice)

Her favorite Aunt/Uncle though is Jung and Hunter - Jung because he's selectively mute and understands her on a level not many can and Hunter because Hunter gave her the wooden firepuncher

But she does love all her cousins and Tíos of course

I based her off of my Mom's cat, Snoopy (aka my kid sister/goddaughter), because like Akona she has a habit of biting people but you can't be mad at her because she's adorable (and she's also super spoiled) - see following images

💫 Tag List: @stardume 💫 Join the silly squad taglist here! 💫 Find out more about Tay and Crosshair here -> Silly Squad Masterpost

[toucheholland23]

I find it hilarious how with @lostjediis in the span of some hours we made: a whole ass lore for Tayvah and Wrecker, 99 a loving husband, gave Crosshair a baby tooka named Firepuncher that he loves more than anything and gave Echo a Mando boyfriend that worships him.

Out power is immense.