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𝔾𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝕊𝕆𝕃𝔻𝕀𝔼ℝ'𝕊 𝔽𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎 𝕆ℝ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕊

𝐂𝐓-𝟗𝟗𝟎𝟒, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝕃𝔼𝔽𝕋 𝕄𝔼 𝔹𝔼ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔻..

#bad batch #ill always be alone; crosshair #starwars rp #semi lit rp

gloomfaithed

@crossinghairs / cont. X

Oh, he was cute. Absolutely out of his mind, but cute. The red ears were a telltale sign that he had no experience with flirting. Odd, since he was just as handsome as all clones were. He simply differed from them visually, which was already very interesting in itself. Judging by the insecurity he radiated, it might be a sore point for him.

"Don't forget, you attacked me first. And how many Sith have you met before? You imagined some kind of mindless monster, didn't you?" It was amusing how he moved away from her, expecting her to pounce on him any moment. Clones were fast, but not that fast. She could have him on his back in a split second. Talon couldn't help but to tease. "See, that's where you're wrong. I'm a cunning monster."

If his team really expected him, then keeping him would only lead to more hassle for her. Force forbid they come looking for him. "Don't let them wait then. And if you're a good boy and don't shoot me unprovoked, I will show you how to have fun during downtime next time we meet."

crossinghairs

His expression shifted from cautious embarrassment to disgust at her words. Every question was one to play a serious answer. A definitive 'yes' towards the mindlessness. This was his first Sith Encounter and jo doubt it wouldn't be his last with her. The fact alone that she was letting him go, it made him feel odd.

"Don't count on it.." he said simply as he backed away a bit before moving at a full deadline sprint. He wouldn't speak of this. Hed keep his mouth shut about it. Every question from Hunter and Wrecker had wound up developing a sense of annoyance. And all he would tell him was that he was simply tired. But that sith had implanted herself on his mind like a parasite.

It only made him feel uncomfortable but some might say in a good way. He couldn't pin point it but it felt almost like a blessing and a curse to have a Sith flirt with you. It was something on his mind the more he mentally thought of it.

What if he tried it..? Tried to get info from her by getting closer? That was what was on his mind. He wouldn't tell his comrades, his family of his connections. A secret. He'd rather not have his brothers go off as well as the jedi for getting too close to the enemy. He was the quiet one after all. But so long ago he had no idea how to find her.

"If I were a sith..where would I be..?" Anywhere crosshair..she could be literally anywhere in the galaxy. His sudden departure didn't go unseen but his excuse was one of good reasoning. A squad in need of a sniper and Crosshair was the best in the clone army. Wherever battle was. There were Sith to follow. So he went. His sights mostly focused on finding this sith but also the fact a mission had to be done.

War was a dangerous thing. And one of the many things was..getting shot down in flames. The struggle of the burning spacecraft had resulted in a very bad landing too far from his general location he needed to be. No doubt several clicks and stranded thanks to an anti aircraft separatist canon knocking him out of the sky. His head having had hit the steering wheel of the ship causing his head to give into darkness.

All for the sake of finding a sith. What were you thinking crosshair..?

#gloomfaithed #[OH NO HE GOT HURTED-]

gloomfaithed

"I'm made to follow orders. Not..flirt.."

"You can do both." Astonishing, that his one track mind truly rivalled hers, but Talon still knew how to enjoy herself while working towards her goals. "As long as you deliver results and fulfil your order in the end, the path to how you got there doesn't have to be so rigid. And surely you have some downtime occasionally?"

crossinghairs

Despite his serious look his ears flushed a deep crimson red towards the sith's words. He was made for battle and fighting.. attatchment!? His body stiffened as he then suddenly jerked at the thought. " yes..I suppose I would.." he said with a frown. Mostly thinking about what he'd doo with that said downtime till the thought of her circled back. Why does a sith want a clone anyway?

"You're not at all what I took for a sith..what is it you want from me..?" He didn't truly understand the concept of flirting. Clones or..Reg's were flirted with on a daily basis by the normal people. Why was he so different? Why was he her means to flirt? Was that why..? Because he was different?

"My team is expecting me at the rendezvous point.. I.." he didn't know how to feel. He was told to follow orders but as much as this sith could seriously kill him..she stopped when his helmet fell off. One second she was trying to kill him. The next she flirts..he never had this happen before..and his mind cant really comprehend it as he shook his head.

"You must have some plan..speak!" He demanded yet..didn't move any closer? He moved away infact. Not in a scared way..but shyly. Very shyly as his cheeks grew even redder..she was gorgeous he wasn't going to lie. But his conflicting made it hard to get ahold of himself.

#gloomfaithed #[SHY BOI'S EARS TURN RED INSTEAD OF BLUSHING FULLY SHDF]

mando-of-esverr

"Oh mando..you don't know how to follow orders, do you?"

Darius loaded his blaster carbine, a small radar with tiny blips representing life forms slowly closing in around him on his helmet HUD. He had a few thermal detonators, his carbine, his rifle, and his grappling lasso, and at that moment, part of him wished he had Din's Whistling Birds with him too.

"Depends on who's giving them," the Mandalorian replied, glancing around his hiding place to try and catch a glint or sign of his pursuers. "I know how to follow orders. Unfortunately for you, none of you are Mand'alor, which means your orders are nothing bantha dung at the bottom of my boot."

crossinghairs

"That's all we are.." he muttered through a slight hissed tone. He was different from them. His eyesight made him to be the best sniper in the whole army.

To think being trapped on a planet with this Mando was one he was the most looking forward to leaving. His helmet flicking down a attachment that turned inferred. His eyes scanning the forest floor and trees for any visible sign of danger. His silence was almost unnerving. Seer silence. To say much of anything would mean distraction. But he was angry. Even damn Mando's had the pride to talk down on him. For a different reason no less. Just because he was a clone. He didn't associate himself with the Manolorian's in the slightest. His body shifting as he ained down his sights at one of the blobs of orange that twitched and moved in many directions.

" funny of you to assume I even wanted to be associated with you're kind." He said in a sarcastic tone as he took a breath and shot the target. It's body falling from a tree below them. Another that seemed to hold the look of a disheveled gorilla with four arms had made it's way towards them. It's loud angry roar of rage as it banged on its chest made Cross squint.

"The alpha arrived just in time.."

#mando of esverr

HC: After Hemlock Poisoned him the poison he created resulted in many problems developing for weeks on end. The toxins cut off oxygen to the brain and basically caused a major malfunction in his chip. Making it turn on and off at random times. Basically making crosshair go back and forth between fine and imperial. This also added schizophrenia to it as well. The trauma he experienced had made the doctor imprint himself in Crosshair's mind to the point he sees him in his sleep as well as around corners unsettling him.

Even the dead don't ever truly stay dead.

#pawns since birth; headcanons

HC: Crosshair has the tendency for an itchy trigger finger. At times in battle he will shoot more than he has to at times. His habit had caused him at times where he should just keep it to a one shot only. But results on a double tap to make sure that the job is done.

#pawns since birth; headcanons

shadowseductress

"come here" does something to me.

#left behind; meme #?

I have to admit that Crosshair to be the type to shy away from women but still find them attractive and doesn't know how to reciprocate the feeling.

#relaxing by the bodies; ooc

crossinghairs

For how long must a clone different from the others be treated like trash. No more. The life sucked freely from him. And the more he held the holocron the more he felt itchy to its powerful presence. The warmth growing outside the aura of cold that spread through the forested area. Icy and black. And yet Cross had felt none of it. As if he wasn't feeling an ounce of its overwhelming icy cold. His breath seen as he breathed like an animal just finished feasting on its prey. A whole platoon dead..his white eyes then..slowly came back into view. His grip on the holocron still tight as he would stumble back. A short lived power trip. A power trip that wore off as fast as it came. His body tingled with the sensation.

He couldn't remember..

All but blackness clouded his mind before a voice in the back of his head screamed.' Wake up.. wake up!' A jolt from his body made him wake up. But not somewhere he recognized. He was in the cockpit of a ship taking the wheel. Already shooting through hyperspace as he groaned from a massive headache.

"What an..odd dream.." he couldn't remember anything.. as if it was all merely a dream that vanished when he awoke. But no..his eyes held a tenderness to it as he looked at a reflection in the glass that made up the view port.

Blood..lots of blood coating his face. Looking at his hand his gaze hollowed. Something inside was telling him how to feel..like his feelings were connected to someone..connected to Nihilus.. he didn't care. It didn't matter..they were Reg's anyway. The fools had it coming..

'They deserved it~'. His own voice hummed at him. His own thoughts twisted even. Then of copper and the crusted blood that lined his nostrils.' What good have they ever done for you? They were going to leave you for dead. You killed them before they could finish the job.' It was true. And there in the corner of the room..was the dim glowing Holocron. Placing the ship into auto pilot he approached it. And picked it up.

"Care to explain what happened to me?" He asked as he looked at viewport." And where we're going?" His mind thought to an old temple or something of simular connection. Sith have many hiding places. And his brothers..

The mention of his squad made his stomach churn in disgust and disappointment. 'Weak..none of them have the power you have..the only force sensitive clone in the history of the clone wars.. no..not a clone..not anymore.

He only had just suspected Nihilus was there because he could vaguely remember the holocron and what happened when he left.

The feeling of everything around him was different. His armor didn't even fit anymore as his head would nearly hit the top of the door. Where before he could walk in without a problem. Taking the holocron with him as he took a walk through the ship. Occasionally coming across dead bodies of Reg's. Barely even giving the bastards a second glance as he began to rip his armor off at the chest. The damn thing started suffocating him as he threw the entire chestplate to the ground. His helmet left behind on the planet now everything else as the door opened to a bathroom. The mirror sharing his new form to his eyes. His eyes wondering amidst his body. Muscle grew as well as his height. His skin slightly paler with a hint of a grey twinge to his veins. He barely looked like a clone anymore. The thing that got him was the blood. And there was alot of it. Was it..the blood of his Reg 'brothers'? It was the worst pain of his life and even then his body still hurt as he placed the holocron on a counter top next to him.

"Your mask..made me into a force sensitive..?" He looked at his hands. Clenching them tight as he curiously reached his hand out towards a hair brush too far to reach from where he stood..before he knew it the item flew into his hand. Just narrowly missing the catch as he laughed for a moment.

"This has to be a dream.." muttering his thoughts aloud with confusion in his tone. Though not very scared. He seemed..ecstatic. so many ambitions..plans to do with this power..he'd be the man that killed captain rex.. the heart of his hatred always laid with the higher ups. Why would the bad batch become anything close to that rank? No.. he'd catch the fool by surprise.. he'd choke him slowly. The only thing he deserved was a slow death. Along with every other Reg..

If his brothers got in his way? They'd be dead men along with them..his interests weren't with the jedi. He had no real interest in them. He wanted to kill..absorb more..more power.." I need more.." he hissed.

"So much more."

antiquaanima

It was the effect many would feel. In exchange for the power given by the mask, it would bestow some of the undying hunger of the spirit onto the keeper. It will cause a metaphorical hunger but also the same one that had plagued the spirit since that moment he stopped being a normal man. The power would come and go so quickly, a way to keep the target coming back, craving the power of the Lord of Hunger. Once the carnage is done, Nihilus' attention turns away from what is now silent from life. There is no reason to remain on this place any longer. More must be found. Playing the puppeteer, pulling along the vessel to the nearby ship. Exterminating any pests that still linger around. None of those others matter, they are simple fodder to feed the Sith's hunger. They are are simply that, no matter what face or role they play. Only when the ship is out in space does Nihilus step back -- lingering back in the shadows to once again observe. Watching in silence as the other awakens from what seems to be a trance. How odd, not a outward regret for the death of his own kind -- disconnected from it. The fate that seems deserving of the others. There is still much the Sith must learn about the galaxy's state. In the freedom of space, he can sense all the echoes reaching out, the dots of force flowing through bodies. So many more than before, a powerful nexus far away. They would come soon. Even if when he had been walking the plane of life Nihilus could destroy a planet full of Jedi, such would not be in his favor as a spirit. Still. . . there is the advantage that none of these Jedi would know of who he is. Ancient history seems to have been lost, worn away by the sands and buried with time. The dark side is quite muted in this time, only sensing a few specks amongst the ball of light. Would these modern Sith be even comparable to those he is used to? It would be quite fun to find out. . . The ghostly mask turns, unseen eyes glancing over his vassal. Seems to be far more aware of reality than before -- clarity from the craving of power for the moment. It tickles the spirit there is no fear, eliciting a low chuckle from him. True fear will come, that is the only way anyone will view the Sith Lord. “ My mask is part of what I am -- where some of my power lies. You have but a morsel of the power I hold. ” The room grows uncomfortably cold, causing even the bits of blood seeping onto the ground to begin freezing. Life drawn out of the air once again to the void of the spirit, “ Such will remain. . . ” A few of the lights flicker, one bursting that is closest to the holocron. In a sudden movement, Nihilus is in front of Crosshair, the ghostly hand latching onto the other's chin -- a touch that is ice cold, draining, “ As long as you follow my words. You survive and will continue in my will only because I deem it fitting. ” The ambition is easily something he can work with, but the focus needs to be broadened. These clones do so little to silence the hunger, to begin the process of gaining his presence back to the physical world. Revenge means so little to a spirit so old time has little meaning anymore. These others will fall without their Jedi to lead them -- without their leadership. But first his focus is on gaining strength, finding those with the ties to the Force. It would be a mistake to wander into their territory immediately. Even if they are not privy to his presence from before, a wound in the force could be detected and then investigated. There is no clear way to tell if the Jedi have ways to suppress the dark side or to counter Sith -- considering the lack of those wielding the dark side such could not be disregarded. He must work with the upmost diligence to ensure his revival is certain. “ Prove yourself worth my power, ” his voice remains even, lowering in tone as the room settles back down to the ambient temperature from before, “ Find a world worthy to test my gift amongst this Republic. ”

crossinghairs

His cheeks froze at the sensation. The ghost was a means to obtain more. Feed the hunger. Gain more. And each second he felt himself grow hungrier. He desired something the real Crosshair wouldn't outright give. But he found it difficult to resist. Different as his senses were clouded by the order. Having both the mask and holocron in a close proximity to eachother he was a power obsessed puppet at this point as he glared at the ghost and rubbed his chin.

His lack of armor had only strengthened the immunity to this cold it felt. Each body, each life form that crawls amongst the filth associated the clones hunger but only for so long. Faster..so much faster..and he smirked. A thought popping into his dark stricken mind.

"I know a planet.." a planet specific for its training base for at least five thousand of their clone troops. Not just that..but a good population. Knock out two birds with one stone..blast out the republic training facility and a whole planet. Sacrifices were needed to obtain more. And Crosshair was falling into a deeper more depraved hole the more he obsessed over the sith artifacts in his grasp. And thus he fixed his armor. Applying modifications to it so it wouldn't only fit right. But work well. And as an extra touch he incorporates the mask of Nihilus into his armor on his hip. A place most protected from any blaster bolt or unwanted grabbing hands. The closer to him the better as well as the holocron. And as he placed his chestplate on. He spoke with a cool tone." Mundar. Perfect for a demonstration." He stated with a prideful smile. The warp core activating as they went into hyperspace with a very strong Jerk. Time was something he didn't have. Each second passed he felt weaker. No..he couldn't be losing it that fast!" He bore his teeth in anticipation. And then once he left the hyperspace he came face go face with a planet. A green planet lush with life and beauty. Lights spiking from the night side as they twinkled with life. A slight drooling formed on Cross' lips as he got to his feet and made his way to the off ramp that over looked the planet. He wished to see this. Experience it. And feel every second. So many lives below him. Small tiny ants on the earth's surface and him a god among them. "I have the feeling you'll be taking this stance." He stated as the cool apparition of Nihilus stared at him. Looking down at the ball of food below them. So many lives, gone. And he held the Holocron. In a way the instrument of the orchestra. As he felt a strong surge. His body extending his chest outward as his holocron would take its place in front of him. And in the end. All that was left..

Was total..destruction.

[Somewhere on Kamino]

A moment of pause formed. Through countless years he's fought sith. Felt their presence and fought it off. But this savere disturbance in the force made Obiwan take great pause during the midst of a meeting with Rex. A meeting regarding the next step in finding Count Dooku. And yet. His gaze went off to the other side of the plane of existence. Blue eyes wide as every clone seemed to stare at him curiously.

They didn't understand it like he did. So many live's extinguished and it made him look to Rex with a look of Regret..

"I.." he couldn't find the words for it at first. Until another Clone entered the room. His voice frantic as Kenobi followed diligently behind him." Rex go try and get into contact with the Mundar training facility! Fives, What's going on?" He asked. Getting no reply until he was met at a medical bay with a half dead soldier getting spinal treatment. His body mangled as a machine helped him pump oxygen into his body. Fives standing over him as he shook his head.

"Tup found him hanging off a tree branch over a cliff where the excavation sight was. He's unconscious but alive. Have to put him in a coma no doubt." Crossing his arms he placed his hand sympathetically on his comrades hand before Obi-wan spoke afterward.

"Something isn't right. Terribly so. I just felt a whole planet get-" before he could finish Fives covered his mouth and almost gagged. Tup giving him a second glance as well as Echo.

"Sir.." he muttered for a moment. Everything losing its mind in such a short span as more people came in. Overbarring moments of crowdedness didn't really make the situation any better as Obi-wan took a deep breath.

"Please! Calm yourselves!" He sighed as he shook his head. He couldn't think straight enough as it is. And the explosion in the room..he just needed silence.

"First you Fives. What's happened at the excavation sight?" He asked fixes as he shook his head.

"Haven't a clue, sir.. all of the platoon was wiped out when we got there. Bodies mangled in ways I've never seen before. Like an animal sucjed the life out of them and threw their bodies around like rag dolls." He shook his head." The only one we haven't located there was Crosshair."

"That certainly doesn't sound good.." Obiwan muttered as he turned to Rex. "Rex please tell me you have communication with the Mundar training facility?" Obiwan wanted it to be a trick. A lie. The sith had been gone for so long but this feeling of death creeping up his spine had all but made the jedi master feel powerless. And he felt responsible for it.

#antiquaanima #[obiwan time-]

[ @arc-77 CONTINUED FROM X ]

Another upsidown complement met with a food tray to his head. His head reering back as he chortled at the Reg with a disdainful scoff. Getting to his feet his eyes focused souly on Fordo. The order given out. No more Jedi and the Empire was now a thing. Good? Perhaps. Considering his mind felt violent. Far more than usual as he got too his feet and popped his knuckles. He was always alone. And if it meant he'd fight alone? He would. And not back down as he chortled darkly.

"Well well..hasn't the mighty Reg, Fordo fallen." He mocked as blood trickled freely down his temple from where he was struck. The odd one out? And the regs think their any better? No. Not on his watch as he bore his teeth.

Raising his hand he took a food tray and slapped Fordo hard across the face with it in return before throwing the tray away with a simple toss as he took Fordo by the collar of his red printed armor and pulled him in to where he was face to face with the supposed 'brother'. He hated this prick more than Rex. His brown eyes like daggers as he spoke clearly.

"Petty little thing you are..roused by a mere word. I'd laugh at you if I hadn't already forgotten how.." he hissed coolly at him. He could go so much further but the Sniper was clearly trying to keep himself from exploding any farther than he did. His finger twitching with the urge to pull his knife out on the captain. But refrained.

"Kills and mission wins amount to nothing." He spat on his helmet. Working up a wod of spit to then watch it run down the red striped armor of the Arc he smirked." Now be a good soldier. And fuck off, Reg."

#arc 77

HC: Crosshair hates the Reg's more than any other one of the bad batch. He hates them to where he's willing to kill the worst of them without a second thought in silence. Considering it to be an 'eye for an eye' because of the years of abuse from his older brothers. His years of the abuse was worse than theirs. He was the one to be cornered by the Reg's when he was alone from his brothers. And that resulted in very very bad backlash from Crosshair in his older years.

#pawns since birth; headcanons

lightfaithed

Grasp

When Crosshair grasped his jaw and even turned his head to establish eye contact, Obi-Wan was baffled. His brows arched and his mouth formed an astonished 'o'. As usual, the sharpshooter's expression was intense. Obi-Wan tried to read him as he gazed into the sharp, seemingly all-seeing brown eyes. "You certainly have my attention, Crosshair." Obi-Wan's hand came up to cover the clone's hand with his own and gently move his fingers off his jaw.

crossinghairs

"Do I?" Crosshair asked with a scowl. Far more confrontational than usual as he jerked his fingers away from his grasp and let a sneer consume his face. "That Reg almost got wrecker killed with his damn stunt!" He said with an angry expression. Expressing anger through himself was hard sometimes. Always used to hiding his personality through a series of mental blankets and silent suffering. But now? He was seething.

"You defend the reg that almost gets my brother killed then fucking curb kicks him after he's down. If you expect to prove to not just me. But every member of the bad batch that were people to. Your doing a shit job at it, sir!" Pratically spitting at him he was itching with rage. They always told him. Don't let it take control. The Reg's weren't worth it. But this time he was struggling to not just shoot the piece of slag. Not just the Reg either. He wanted every reg around him dead and Obiwan to see. To see how they were treated despite everything they do.

#lightfaithed

HC: Cross has a hard time expressing love for someone. He is actually the one to shy away from a flirter than the other way around. He keeps to himself and is a moody bastard. Why would anyone want anything to do with him? Good question.

Keep in mind that he doesn't hate the affection. He just has a very hard time expressing it back.

#pawns since birth; headcanons

mayxthexforce-moved

CONTINUATION FROM HERE

@crossinghairs

"Your hurt. Don't pretend to be a hero when your clearly injured." Cross said as he kept his head down from the gun fire. His eyes pinned on her through the helmet as he checked her arm and sighed. Grazed. At least she's not gravely injured as he took one of his bandages from a small pack in his armor and handed it to her.

"Wrap it up." He pulled out a small little tack with a mirror on it. And tossed it at an angle at the ceiling to get a better view at the storm trooper's firing at them. His eyes studying it for a moment as his finger pulled the trigger.

The blaster bolt from the FirePuncher had found its mark in many heads. The bolt jumping back and forth between targets as he took a breath. A deep collective breath as he relaxed. The silence welcoming as he looked at her.

"Are you Alright, Steela?" He asked her. His helmet being thrown to the ground as his wrists shook. The damn PTSD. His teeth gritting in annoyance as he took a shaken breath.

"I must be getting rusty.." he muttered as he tried to hide it. He was blaming it on his lack of fighting. When in reality his fighting hadn't changed. Almost like he hadn't gotten a break since the order was given. 66..the cursed number. The one that made him lose himself. Then after that...torture. so much alone and it was showing.

"I'll be fine in a moment."

Steela couldn't help the light, baffled yet amused, snort that left her when he said that. Don't pretend to be a hero. He was one to talk, coming to her aid when it would have been far more logical for him to keep his focus on the troopers, pick them off or at the very least, not trap himself with her on this part of the trenches, where they knew where they both were.

But he didn't hold his position. Instead, he came to her aid and, even if it wasn't a dire injury, she appreciated it.

She couldn't wait to get back to base and tell Saw 'I told you so'. Steela was glad she didn't let him shoot Crosshair back when the chip was a bugger issue to this alliance between them and the clone trooper. She nodded in thanks when he handed her the bandages, working on her arm quickly. Then, her attention was seized by a glimpse of what he pulled out: a little tack with a mirror. What did he need that for–

Her question was answered before she could even think of asking it out loud. Steela's eyes widened as she heard the telltale sound of felled stormtroopers and then, nothing. Silence. She knew better than to peek and risk any stragglers getting a clear shot at her head, but the temptation was there.

Crosshair's voice snapped her gaze away from his rifle and to him. "I'm alright, thank you."

She noticed the trembling of his hand, stepped through the trench and, as she passed by him, she placed her hands over his in what she hoped would be a steadying move.

"If that was you being 'rusty', then I cannot wait for a chance to watch you when you've got some confidence back in you." Steela smiled, her hand delivering a gentle pat over his before she let her own rifle slide off her shoulder, holding it at the ready. "Take your time, I'll cover you."

crossinghairs

"They're dead. It's no problem." He said simply as he lifted Steela to her feet. Nothing. All of what was remaining was no longer kicking as far as he could see. Considering he was standing up fine.

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing." A short term laugh escaped his lips. As he spoke. It was short for a few reasons and they always would stay locked away from view. The ambush was definitely unexpected. His feeling of fear over clouded his judgment and he ran. Why? Why was she so important..?

She shouldnt have been that important. She was just there. He could have used her to escape. But his will was stronger. He had morals. He wouldn't let that happen...

Or..should he have apprehended her.? He grabbed his head as a headache settled in his head. His eyes shut slightly as he held his hand out towards her." Stop.." he muttered towards her. He was mostly following her in this moment so asking her to stop was something he probably should have just let her walk.. but his head ached. So bad to the point his body went stiff.

'Fight it! Don't let it get ahold again!' He squited his eyes in focus. And that focus...snapped. His eyes dilated deeply. Fingers loose on his temples as he spoke in a gritting tone. As if still fighting it inside.

"You aren't planning to do this..are you?" He asked. Though his tone was more demanding as he approached her. His grip that lashed out towards her was tight. His expression cold. Unforgiving.

"Good Soldier's..follow orders.." a chant. A cursed chant clones always say when under the influence of the inhibitor chip. His sseemmmed to have malfunctioned after its enhancement. It only took a few months for it to break down in his mind and fluctuate between frequencies. From activation to deactivation his mind was at war. And outside the chip was victorious in the fight so far.

But then..gave way. His grip was instantly relaxed as he backed away from her. His brown eyes looking at his hands before shaking his head.

"My chip..comes and goes still. I'm doing this to find Rex and get this damn thing out of my kriffing head."

#mayxthexforce

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” (from Steela)

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"Are you Alright, Steela?" He asked her. His helmet being thrown to the ground as his wrists shook. The damn PTSD. His teeth gritting in annoyance as he took a shaken breath.

"I'll be fine in a moment."

#mayxthexforce

HC: Crosshair finds it hard to lie. His sarcasm the only means of 'lying' in a specific way. Meaning if he wanted to lie he had to be convincing. Or incredibly vague on it. Using sarcasm as a cover as well as his attitude towards a situation. No one suspects who they consider to be a brutally honest man to be a liar.

#pawns since birth; headcanons

Hc: crosses tattoo over his eye symbolizes a crosshair because the line down the middle of his eye is actually a scar given to him by not a war fight but a fight with a reg that almost took the eye from him. Thus he turned it into a tattoo.

#pawns since birth; headcanons

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