I am selling my first 1/6 scale custom Howzer figure (about 12" tall). I made him with a Hot Toys 501st trooper body and armor, with a 3D printed pauldron and head. He ships in the Hot Toys box, and comes with his blaster rifle. I can sell directly or put him in my Etsy shop, though he'll be cheaper directly. Here are a few more photos below.
Warnings: (18+) smut, DP- oral/PinV/anal, dom!Tech, sub!Cross, double creampie, jealousy game, voyeurism/cuckold, biting, restraining and maybe more.
Summary: After a chance encounter that takes place in A Rock & A Hard Place, you’ve been on Crosshair’s mind non-stop ever since. Albeit, he’d never openly admit such a thing without a little coaxing, you see through his ruse all the same and Tech hungrily feeds off watching you keep him in check.
Part 3 found here
Masterlist
My kofi ✨
“Staying behind again?” innocently asking Crosshair, you already know the answer. It was routine for you and Tech to soak up every chance at some alone time you could get. Traversing an ever-changing galaxy while dating a rogue clone proved to have it’s ups and downs and Crosshair had begun to stick around during the usual supply runs as you make your way through a wide array different planets, investigating their potential to become a permanent place to call home. With everyone else in town on some rinky-dink and distant moon that you had already forgotten the name of, it left you, Tech and Crosshair alone in The Marauder for the umpteenth time. Already quite privy to his hopes, you’ve denied him any and all satisfaction of joining in your sexual escapades with Tech. Not even trying to hide it, you’d pull Tech away from conducting his usual rounds of maintenance on the vessel to go have some fun in the bunks. Raucous moans reverberated through the hull as Crosshair would filter feed off your expressions, fisting his cock within the confines of the refresher as he imagined his own hips moving in time with your lascivious opera. The tension has been building for the last few months and you know he is about ready to snap.
“I’m not much one for shopping sprees.” he retorts with a hint of sass.
“Totally.” you scoff with a more-than-obvious wink, “That’s the reason.”
Tech is momentarily distracted by your implications, breaking attention from his diagnostic scans as Crosshair looks at you with a stern grimace and scrunch of his nose while folding his arms before speaking, “And what exactly do you mean by that?” biting onto his toothpick with ferocity.
“Oh, nothing, it just...” slowly walking towards his seated form on the chair, you rock on your hips with every step, swinging so much you elicit a subtle jiggle from your backside with your displaced flesh, “seems like you want something.” you say while leaning on his arm rest, looking down at him. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you said about me while you thought I was asleep.” Tech is even more interested with your vexing. He has had this talk with you behind closed doors and you are a pillar of assurance within each other, leaving this endeavor to spark from your own accord.
“I never knew you were one to hold grudges.” Crosshair's temper is being tested but he knows this is as close to exactly what you’ve deprived him of for so long; what he’s been silently begging you for from afar. Crosshair turns his face away, concealing his growing commotion from your predatory eyes.
Barricading him with one hand on the back of the chair and the other finding it’s way to the opposite arm rest, you breathe in deeply at the nape of his neck. The pompous disassociation forced him to fracture his façade and promptly gasp for a sharp breath at the realization of your closeness. Without warning, his mind is flooded with blissful images of that particularly eventful morning that took place in this very seat. “And I never pegged you to be the sentimental type" you answer, closing in on him.
Crosshair salivates at the thought of your torrid mouth wrapped around him and groans in resentment, shoving you out of the way so that he can stand. He’s in treacherous repudiation, knowing he will eventually have to beg for your touch and his behavior right now determined whether or not he’d get to finally participate. The inner crusade he is currently suffering from wears him down. All he had to do was acknowledge his desires. They were perfectly normal and he shouldn’t hold himself to such a regard that they were out of his reach, and acting brash would not bring him any closer.
“You and Tech just know everything, don’t you? Always so certain...” annoyed, Crosshair cages his shoulders around his head, trying to block you from meeting his gaze, even through peripheral vision. At this point you see that Tech has set his contraption down as he gives you his undivided attention. With a nod of his head, he knows what pushing Crosshair’s buttons does to you. The glint in his goggles refract the light with a shiny glare, effectively giving you the ‘signal’.
“Maybe try not to make it so obvious.” you whisper while taking a step closer, running your hands up his back to soothe his contracted muscles. Even when he lowered his shoulders you could feel a cluster of knots beneath his skin. It was astonishing that he wasn’t completely debilitated by them. If these were your own fatigued limbs, you couldn’t manage a day without numbing them with painkillers. No wonder he seemed so grumpy all the time. He had to be in agony.
“Jeeze, Cross...” you say while digging your thumbs into the meat of his back. He drops his shoulders even more as you knead the tissue, finally dissolving his defensive position. The sounds he makes during your impromptu massage resembles the ones that he made those many moons ago, suffice it to say, you weren’t anywhere near his lower extremities.
Then, with a torturous pause, you rip your hands away from him to watch as he staggers on his feet with your sudden absence of support. Looking back at Tech, he smirks in approval of your blunt departure. You’ve given Crosshair something so forthcoming; probably never experienced before. Yet, with an alarming reminder, you also showed him exactly who was in control of the ordeal from start to finish. He held no grounds for making demands. He is a guest upon your court and still needed to learn his place.
“You should know by now the best things in life don’t come easy.” taunting him again, you watch as fists form at his sides by your truthful words. “More specifically as a sniper, you must know that patience is a virtue.” the purr in your voice alleviated the pang of calling his bluff and you notice his chest shake with a small chuckle, acknowledging the more you speak, the more you prove to be right. How were you able to cloak your insult in a compliment so seamlessly? He stood in disbelief at your psychological hurdles and finally mustered up the courage to turn around.
“I am not a fool. I can see what you are doing.” Crosshair barks with enunciation, nearly breaking his toothpick by clenching his jaw just a little too hard.
“Then stop being foolish. I know what it is you want.” you hint while running your hands along your waist and smiling as if this isn’t maiming his ego. From the background, you hear Tech rise from his chair to interject.
“Now hold on. He doesn't deserve it just yet, dove.” Tech wraps himself around you from behind, completely taking exactly what Crosshair is too arrogant to say he craves. He squeezes your thighs and circles his codpiece against you while nuzzling his face into your neck with loving possession. His sultry breath in your ear makes you loudly cackle with it’s tickle. “If you recall, he has to earn it.” Crosshair helplessly watches as Tech traces his fingertips along your waistband with graceful elegance. Knees buckling with the unceremonious breach of your pants, his gloved hand makes it’s way to your swelling clit, the bud comfortably clasped between his index finger and thumb. The added texture of a textile film could be compared to that of trying to start a fire within you by friction alone. If this were flint and steel wool he would be more than successful in warming the hearth from which you draw life.
The faster he moves his fingers, the less control you have over your limbs. Tech is holding you up from collapsing to the floor and you’re supporting yourself by gripping his vambraces. Momentarily lost in sensation, you’re called back to the reality of the moment when Crosshair lets out a frustrated groan that announces his envy. The allure of him watching you come undone without penetration verified that he had underestimated your sensitivity. Trembling calves cramp and you feel like your toes are being submerged in bubbling spring waters. The warmth engulfs your entire body as Tech wrings out a fluttering little orgasm for Crosshair to witness, letting you ride out your high as his grip on your clit loosens to a light stroke.
“I know you have a lot more in you than that.” Tech teases, advancing even further by sliding in a lone middle digit while keeping you secured, his chest plate digs into your spine as you arch. If you thought you were going to fall before, you'd be sorely mistakenly. Depending solely on Tech to support your weight, he curls his finger, testing your efficacy to climax on command for his expecting audience. Looking at Crosshair through misty lashes, you nudge your inner arms beneath your breasts to push them up, enunciating their splendor. Pulling your shirt collar down somewhat, it bundles your cleavage seductively and you see the first real break in his zealous concentration.
Crosshair’s jaw drops and his usual scowl turns into a startle. Even though you’re intentionally giving your assets up for his viewing, he gruffly sighs and perks back into the most poorly executed poker-face you’ve ever seen in your life. He looks like a cadet reporting for inspection, perfect posture with his chin up to the ceiling, straining to preserve your decency. If that is how he is going to play this, you’ll just need a bit more of Tech’s help to render you completely irresistible.
Tech ends up taking advantage of the spoils Crosshair relinquished, groping your chest as the other hand titillates, enclosed by your legs. The back of your head is on his shoulder, kisses being peppered along your cheek as he generates another surge of velvet molasses to leisurely emanate from your center. Moaning as you convulse, it rattles your voice box and causes a forceful vibrato to fill the air of the hull. Victorious in your mission, Crosshair locks eyes with you amidst your episode and bites his lip with failed indifference, now conflicted with portraying his true feelings, as if you haven’t had this dance before.
In a plucky glimpse of his vulnerability, you reach for Crosshair’s hand and place on your free and unoccupied breast. This tandem of agitation has you suspended in another arena of felicity while you were still reeling from the last one. All this attention is going straight to your head and you just want more. More of everything they have to give and you were confident in your capabilities to handle it.
“How... pretty...” Crosshair breathlessly states. Always like the flip of a switch, the right gesture forces his tentative ways to resurface whether he likes it or not. In this case, he is most definitely liking it, feeling the warmth of your chest with his own skin.
“Barely figuring that out now?” Tech playfully scorns, understanding you’re too occupied at the moment to accept the compliment, but also to assert his own preeminence. Crosshair knows the rewards that await for him if on his best behavior, so he spits out his toothpick as a euphemistic substitute for talking back, lifting his feet one at a time in your direction until his face hovers above yours. Mouth agape from Tech’s lovely manipulations, you wait for him to sample the sweetness of your lips. Crosshair’s nervous interlude had him weary of surveillance, but Tech never utters a word of protest, flaunting reluctant approval if anything.
Crosshair’s eye’s close and his lips mildly brush across yours but they don’t make full contact just yet. He waits for you to reciprocate, to pucker your pout in return to essentially meet him half way, so careful in this operation. Tech makes himself more than useful by picking up the pace of his actions, urging you to whine directly into his mouth. You can feel his eyes on you, intently watching as Crosshair wrestles with your tongue. It muffles your screams until you start to calmly descend from that summit of pleasure, pulling away to admire the haze in their faces.
“My turn.” Tech growls, turning you around in his arms to hoist you up and away from Crosshair, making a bee line for your shared bunk. Looking over Tech’s shoulder, Crosshair stares at you with animalistic hunger, stiffened to no end and full of burning desire.
“Aren’t you coming?” you ask him with a giggle, suggesting the obvious to be true. Crosshair began to hastily remove his armor, leaving a plastoid trail all the way to the back of the ship.
Walking into your shameless kiss, he sees that Tech is also free of his protective confines while you’re stripped down to your birthday suit, almost suffering a heart attack with your sudden and extreme wardrobe change. Crosshair is unsure about announcing himself even though you’re the one who invited him. Half mounted in the doorway like a statue, Crosshair awaits your approval to progress as Tech stakes his claim to your body with a firm hand on each glute, rocking his length in the accumulated slickness of your thighs.
“Diligent, isn’t he?” mirroring Tech’s absent regard for Crosshair, you call to your third party participant, commending him for his self control. Wanting to see just how patient really he is, Tech shoves you over onto your back unexpectedly and you laugh while bouncing on the sheets at his virility.
“Let’s test that theory.” he says with gutsy impulse. The presence of an eager on-looker brought out a wild side in Tech that was greatly miscalculated by you and Crosshair alike. Knowing your faith will never deplete, this is an enhancement upon your already established romantic aspirations. Additionally, this gave you a chance to explore those erotic benefits he so eloquently mentioned during the fiery altercation that sparked this ritualistic engagement.
Lowering himself towards your face, Tech is almost competitive with his kisses as he presses himself against you. His chin collides with yours as he pushes your head into the sea of blankets. Biting your lip, he travels down your neck in a drawn-out journey to your chest. His eyes shift between yours and Crosshair’s as he stands there basking in the shared anticipation. All the air is sucked out of the room when he finally tastes your nipples, savoring them one by one. The cool wind hitting the saliva as he alternates forces you to squirm in order to gain some semblance of friction, coating him even more. Tech rears his hips back with a swift motion and is surprised with your elevated temperature, grunting hoarsely once embedded cozily in your walls. He’s going slow, resting his crown on your heart to ground his soul to your essence. Crosshair is palming himself at this sensual transaction, unable to camouflage his arousal. Tech moves you onto your side with ease and you feel so dainty, gyrating on his cock with your right leg being pulled into the air to assist the motion. Going the extra mile, Tech lifts his right knee off the bed and tucks your left leg between his thighs so that you were now, for lack of a better word, scissoring.
The range of motion you had was brilliant. With the glamor of missionary but the allure of doggie-style, you could roll around and expose your ample posterior, warranting Tech to plunge a couple fingers into your feverish valley with one hand while toying your clit with the other. You always loved the way he never believed anything to be good enough for you, quite literally opening you up to a plethora of discovery. An intrusion back there used to paralyze you with fright but now it’s been replaced with thrill and adventure due to his helpful measures, tirelessly practicing and preparing with your amenity in mind.
Crosshair sees your burlesque exhibit and tenuously inches forward. Reaching out your arms, he walks into your grasp and you ever so deliciously outline your fingers along his waistband this time. You’re propping yourself up at the far edge of the bed and peeling off Crosshair’s blacks while Tech is steadily rutting into you. His heart sinks when you smooch his pulsing tip, balming your lips with his precum like a sheer and vibrant gloss before licking it off.
“Rem- ember the ru- ules?” you try to address Crosshair but every other syllable jolts in your speech as Tech tries to distract you. He lurches you forward, forcing you to hold onto Crosshair's hips for balance. He gives you a meek little nod in rebuttal to your question before you latch onto him, sucking like a leech. You stick your tongue out to help loosen your throat muscles, encouraging you to sink further down his shaft as you drill holes into Crosshair's eyes with your own. Tech runs a hand through your hair and down your back before landing a sharp smack across the cheeks, as if you could ever forget his presence. The sting set your nerves on fire and Crosshair looked about ready to faint with how it accentuated this oral session. Although, if you weren't mistaken, you seem to remember getting his hopes up last time about more enticing vantage points.
Pulling your mouth off Crosshair's member to stroke him with your hands, you flip onto your back to look at Tech, still keeping your legs spread wide, toes pointing at the ceiling as you're becoming increasingly befuddled and drunk on their contradictory energies. The shimmy of your breasts in punctuation with his thrusts had them begging for attention as Tech descends upon you, biting one erect nipple and pleasantly pinching the opposite.
A boundless courage is stirring. You need more. You want to be properly and quite thoroughly filled. They've been at this exercise long enough, now is the moment to change the tune.
"Tech..." you beg, pulling his attention away from your bosom while still sloppily fondling Crosshair, "more..."
With that, your wish is his command. Using the build up of slick that has been steadily leaking out of you, Tech coats his fingers in the viscous nectar, lubing them up for his next act. Rolling you back onto your side, he uncovers your rear again, working to mitigate it's stress.
"Say 'please', darling. Mind your manners when guests are present." Tech will never let an opportunity slip to hear you pray to him, notably, at the behest of a third party.
With a twinge of embarrassment, you subject yourself to Tech's conditions, looking up to Crosshair as if he could save you, "Please... I need it.." He twitches in your palms as he sees your desperation, caressing your face between these agonizingly deliberate pets.
Tech traces the ring of muscle with precision, easing his way only as far as your body would allow, never forceful. The reactions that you flipped through had Crosshair holding even tighter onto your face as it contorted with your mewls, stroking him faster and opting to utilize both hands. If you kept going at him like this he would surely fall apart at your grasp.
Aware of your talents, he ceases your functions with his sleek hands on your wrists, too afraid he will misfire and kneels down next to the bed. He doesn't want to get put on the sidelines because he came too early, so he uses this as time to make sure you're more than ready to handle everything they have to give you.
The kiss you shared before would be considered a tiny peck compared to what he was doing to you now. As his lips meld with yours, he is subconsciously bucking his hips into the sheets, no doubt replacing it's softness with the portrait of disappearing into you. Tech's fingers in your backside start to slip around with ease as he uses the other hand to vellicate your clit once more. All three of your nerve centers are bombarded by Tech and Crosshair is the cherry on top of this sexual sundae, kissing you sweetly but with unassailable savagery. The rapidly growing cadence of subdued yelps broadcasted another imminent climax to take over. Crosshair is beginning to form a penchant for quenching his thirst from your vocal fountain.
Gasping, Crosshair pulls away from your face to let you breathe before he speaks, "You look magnificent when you do that..."
"I'm not doing a damn thing. That's all Tech." you answer as Tech playfully spanks you to get your attention. Hissing as the blow lands, he also calms the area with a gentle squeeze to proclaim his worship.
"I think it's about time we raised the stakes to this game, don't you?" Tech questions. Crosshair's eyes enlarge with shock at the notice, shifting between you and Tech. "Come here, my love. Let's switch places." Tech pulls out of you and you sigh at the absence, feeling completely empty. He brings you to your knees as he motions Crosshair to lay down in your place.
"Me?" he asks Tech with immediate distrust, reclusive and skeptical.
"Yes, you. You'll see why soon enough." you are a flagrant flirt in this reply, studying Crosshair closely as he succumbs to the spell of your imprint on the mattress. He grips the slopes of fleece, trying to absorb every remnant of your spirit left behind as you compensate by climbing on top of him. There his eyes go again, widening like full moons as they straighten the lines in his tattoo. Judging by the rise and fall of his diaphragm, Crosshair is borderline hysterical as you replace the vacancy between your legs with his throbbing rod. He grits his teeth and groans at your tightness, stretching you wider due to his girth. You couldn’t feel him as far inside as Tech, but the splitting of dilation made up for it with aplomb.
Midway through your lively ride on Crosshair, Tech rests his hand on your stomach from behind to ensure you don’t move out of place as you hear the familiar squelching of copious amounts of your favorite lube being slathered on an unseen apparatus, taking the additional precaution to smear some within your crevice. His hot breath pours into your ear, clouding your face with the humidity when he beckons the question, “Are you ready for me, mesh’la?”
At long last, it’s arrived. The moment you’ve yet to experience is literally on your backdoor step and you couldn’t let out so much as a bleat of confirmation. Crosshair sees your lack of speech as a challenge and gives you an energetic thrust in the right direction. Your reply is a shriek mixed with a yell as you try to sound out the word, resembling a banshee. Wavering forward, Tech’s grip on your abdomen tightens to keep you from drifting too far away, a small but affectionate indication that an affair like this implemented the allegiance of your relationship to shine as the pinnacle of these events.
“That sounded like a yes to me.” Crosshair says while stirring, and you couldn’t agree more. Tech holds you steady as his goggles make contact with your back, the frames alternating from each shoulder blade as he kisses, asserting his residence in your heart. A second of focus and Tech has bumped the head of his cock against your unused entrance with welcoming ease.
As a force of habit, you push back on Tech’s thighs with resistance, letting out a panicked squeal from the unique and diverse reception. “Shh... Just relax, cyar’ika. ” Tech says with his unsoiled hand climbing up to your clavicle, always so sanitary. “Breathe deeply and relax. I've got you.”
Doing as instructed, he helps you through the exertion with practiced respiratory training, bending you over to assist in the release of tension. Crosshair gladly offers to hold you, allowing for the adjustment to be as safe and pleasurable as possible. Tech advances very time you exhale and a shockwave of delight builds from the depths of your being, knowing soon they’ll both be buried deep. The membrane that separates both orifices have been stretched thin and Crosshair reinforces your indulgence with those merciful lips, a bedrock of adulation for this dwelling.
You’re swallowed up by a hurricane of immense ardor as you clench around both clones at once. The counterweight of their mighty tenacity is interstellar, building it’s illumination and threatening to implode. Unsure of who to focus on, you fold your arms behind your back to implore that Tech firmly holds them in place. Without senseless misgivings, he recognizes this movement and his pinning exacerbates your condition as well as their own.
Tech’s hands are unavailable so Crosshair finds his way to your clit and you’re paralyzed, sandwiched between these volatile charges as they interchange the flow of electricity from one body to the other. As one pulls out, the other pushes in, never leaving you unfulfilled. The rupture of two boisterous tenors saturated the air with ambiance as your soprano sobs whirl with a tasteful solo for what seems like aeons as they work endlessly to regale you.
Crosshair slows down and you detect the well-known incoming cue to brace for his spend. Straining as Tech immobilizes you, you try your hardest to look up at him. For a moment you’re sure your eyes have gone perpendicular as you keep your gaze trained on Crosshair’s distorted face. An inflation distends your stomach and it causes just the right amount of reach for Tech to influence an incredibly memorable culmination. It’s incomprehensible to feel this brimming, but it is also something you don’t believe you’ll ever be able to deny if given the chance; a true guilty pleasure.
Muscles contract in unison as Tech topples over you and adds to the unique sensations you felt upon the start of this grand achievement, biting into your shoulder as he releases. The temperature difference of each reservoir being replenished was extensive. Tech felt emphatically more blazing than ever before and you couldn’t fathom not trying this previously, already eager for more encounters in the future.
With everyone drained and limp, they rear out of you one at a time, still being mindful not to cause any pain. A cascade of blanched elixirs came spilling out as Tech loosens the hold he has on your arms, pacifying your sore muscles to ensure you will not suffer these lewd injuries for more than you have to. Every tendon that held your bones together was unresponsive as you lay atop Crosshair’s torso. This intertwining felt bizarre and unusual, but still quite comfortable. His stature is far more slender than Tech's, cinched waist with the exception of their similar broad shoulders. Crosshair brushed the hair out of your clammy face as Tech resorted to laying by your side, rubbing your back, reverently and with appreciation until he catches his breath.
"Flawless performance, cyare..." Tech whispers while kissing your knuckles, glassy-eyed a genesis of newfound attachment from venturing where no man has gone before. "Are you alright? I wasn't too rough for you?"
His apprehension caused a look of worry to take shape amidst his afterglow, but you couldn't be better. "Tech, I love you. that was- you're just... Wow." The hollowness would take some getting used to, but you treated it as a reminder of his expedition. You're still fashioning Crosshair as your own personal body pillow when you gather the strength to pick your head up and look him in the eyes. He waits patiently to be addressed so that he doesn't intrude on the moment of intimacy with your lover over sharing this one of many firsts. "And what did you think, Cross?" You ask him with a mischievous smile on your face.
"The words... they- they don't exist..." star struck pupils float up to the ceiling as he blinks, struggling to regain his composure. His heart is still running a hundred klicks a minute and it’s gravitational energy had your head falling back down as each pulsing of blood through his frame punched you in the ear. He looked done in, but there had to be more edge to him right?
"You know, there's still a few more hours before the others come back." With a provocative bite upon his chest, you inched upward to his face, alternating between kissing Tech's mouth and gnawing on Crosshair's skin. He tenses from your contention when you finally get to his face. The heat of your lips melted the icy exterior he attempted to uphold this late into these marvelous exploits. "Why don't we take this to the refresher?" Turning your head to Tech, you search for his steadfast eyes. He knows exactly what you're thinking and a smile turns up from ear to ear. You admire the exuberant crescent dimples that form at this, they grow in depth when he speaks.
"And have an official encore to this enthralling cantata? It is only customary." Tech agrees while briskly helping you into his arms from weighing Crosshair down. Meanwhile, Crosshair shakes his head, appearing to be puzzled by your nuances.
"Encore? Cantata? The refresher? What are you two even saying?" he asks, too slow to figure it out by now. Or perhaps he thinks this to be nothing but a fantasy.
Tech turns to Crosshair with you in his arms for a second time, watching as he lays there amongst the dirty sheets trying to wrap his head around the turn of phrasing.
"My, you really haven't learned a thing by now, have you?" Tech counters with a touch of playful insult, a tsk escapes his lips in an emphatic scoff before walking to the lavatory. You wave your palm at Crosshair in a come-hither motion over Tech’s shoulder whilst giving a half-suppressed laugh at his onslaught.
"Come along Crosshair. You know how I just hate to repeat myself."
That was the quickest you've ever seen him spring into action, practically losing his balance in the process as his body motioned instantaneously without his feet to support him. Crosshair was surely finding out exactly why you chose Tech over him as your spouse, but you're thoughtfully tactful in giving him a bit of hands-on discipline.
Are we watching an entire show dedicated to very unique clones who don't look much like the original? Yes. Do we still thirst for regs with awesome haircuts and colorful armor? Yes. Filoni gets us.
So I know a lot of people (me included) have been dreading tomorrow’s episode on the potential threat of Crosshair being the one to kill Hera’s parents, and that is definitely still on the table. But what if we get something good, but the death of Eleni and Cham is infinitely worse than we predicted?
So something about SW is that things across the various media rhyme (words, phrases, situations, etc. are used to compare/contrast different characters/situation) and this can happen within the same work. I bring this up because for some reason I’m getting the sort of vibes I got from ep. 7 Battle Scars.
In that episode, a reg clone (Rex), whom we as the audience trust meets the Batch and we know everything will be fine because he doesn’t have a chip anymore. Later on, Wrecker’s chip activates but disaster is averted thanks to Rex (the reg).
So what if it seems like everything will be fine, the reg (Captain Howzer-more-like-Wowzer-amiright) seems like he’ll save Hera and the day while the clone with the activated chip (Crosshair) is on everybody’s tail.
Then Howzer is given the order.
Howzer, who the Syndulla’s seem to really trust, executes Eleni and Cham in front of Hera. He isn’t the hero like Rex (whom a lot of us have been comparing him to) and maybe Crosshair pulls his shots at the batch like in ep. 8 Reunion and he actually gets saved by doing that (like Wrecker getting stunned by Rex before killing Omega) because Chopper gets a go at him in typical Chopper style. Maybe he directly stuns him, or maybe he sabotages something, either way he’s unconscious and the batch are dragging him and a hysterical Hera onto the Marauder and getting away.
After this they meet up with Rex again, because they have a traumatized child who needs to be kept away from the Empire at all costs (ie, hidden in the resistance), and a murderous brother that needs an urgent chip removal.
