Summary: As the new Jedi Commander of the Bad Batch you aren’t exactly well liked by your new team, who view you as a babysitter. Except for Echo, who understands better then most what it’s like to be on the outside. When a mission goes sideways you start to lose faith in yourself, in your squad, in everyone but Echo, who won’t let you give up.
Character: Echo and F!Jedireader (no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 2,782
Warnings: Canon typical violence and peril, minor injury, mention of blood.... I think that's it.
A/N: This is my second entry for the incredible secret gift exchange hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange you are so incredible and thank you so much for doing these amazing events, and giving me a reason to finally write again! I have never gotten to write for any of the Bad Batch boys and I was super excited to do this prompt especially as I got to explore the Batch's earlier days and work in a little about the way they may have originally viewed Echo and a new leader of the squad. It definitely took me out of my comfort zone, but I took a risk and tried something new for the wonderful @orbital-mirror. I hope you enjoy this fun little piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!! As always, any comments or reblogs with your thoughts are appreciated.
“Echo, look out!” You shouted to be heard about the blaster fire as you raced towards the Arc trooper currently being surrounded and cornered by a legion of Droids.
He spun towards your voice and managed to blast the three shots needed to dismantle the droids that had snuck up behind him, while you ignited your lightsabers and flipped in front of him to slice through the remaining ones there.
“I’ll handle the rest of these you get that door open and try not to trip the alarm this time,” you ordered. Echo grumbled something but it was hard to hear through his helmet modulator as he jogged toward the metal door built against the mountainside you were currently cornered on. Inserting his scomp into the lock and beginning to twist as he typed hurriedly on the pad.
You took a stance in front of him and spun your two lightsabers back and forth as you guarded him and yourself from the relentless blaster fire. Your eyes scanned back and forth as you reached out and connected with the force around you. Feeling the reverberations in the ground and the change in the air pressure as you blocked each blast by near instinct alone.
“I don’t mean to rush you, but there’s more coming,” you said breathlessly. A sheen of sweat coated your forehead as you tossed one of your sabers up high in the air, reaching your hand out and using the force to shove the first few rows of the advancing battalion back into each other. The clink of metal and their high-pitched voices adding to the chaos as you spun and caught your saber again before it hit the ground.
“I’m doing the best I—got it! Go get inside I’ll cover you,” Echo said loudly. You didn’t even hesitate as you felt him stand and move towards you. You blocked one more shot before you took off into the dark maw of the now open tunnel, turning and calling out for Echo as he walked backwards into the tunnel after you.
One press of your fingers has your lightsabers disengaged and back on your belt before you flick your wrist to close the door and spin the lock. Echo blasts the control panel with two shots.
“How long will that buy us?” You ask. Shifting on your feet and doing a poor job of keeping the nerves from your voice. Regretting volunteering for an assignment you clearly weren’t ready for.
“Not long enough,” Echo replied dryly.
“That’s very helpful thank you,” you said with only a hint of sarcasm. Echo just shakes his head and gives you five more seconds to catch your breath before he starts moving deeper into the tunnels. Hugging the wall with his body as he taps the side of his helmet to turn on the light there.
You couldn’t see his face behind his gray and red helmet, the matching colors of the squad you’d been newly appointed, the same squad who were not at all happy to have a Jedi babysitting them. Especially one so young. A newly minted jedi knight. A product of a war that needed more commanders and generals then there were master’s and knights to fill. You hadn’t been ready for the trials, you’d tried to argue against them, but your master said you were ready, and you had passed them easily enough. Yet, the seed of doubt had remained. Growing and festering like a vine around your heart, all the way until you’d been sent to Kamino to work with a highly specialized squad. They’d been on assignments before without a Jedi, but a recent mission had gone sideways and resulted in half the team coming back in various casts and bandages, requiring month long stays in Bacta tanks before they could resume training. Plus, they’d gained a new member, an Arc Trooper and rescued POW. Since then, the Generals had decided the Bad Batch as they were called, could use a Jedi’s supervision. At least temporarily.
No one on the squad had been happy with your appearance. No one that is except for Echo. He always made sure you had a seat and were included in plans, even if the others looked at you suspiciously and had on more than one occasion tried to leave you. He stood up for you when the others got snippy or ignored you entirely. You knew realistically that he was simply doing it because he was used to following a Jedi’s command, but part of you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread over your chest every time he did something kind for you. A feeling you did your best to mediate away every morning. To little effect.
“Come on, the coordinates Tech gave us show the control room should be down this hall and to the left,” Echo’s voice cut through your wondering thoughts and brought you back to him.
Nodding your head you searched up ahead through the force for any signatures of life but found nothing. You took that to mean the other members of your squad had done their part in causing a diversion leaving you and Echo free to get the stollen plans and leave behind a virus that would wipe out the Separatist’s systems here.
Easy.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be here,” a droid called when you unlocked the door to the control room. His metal finger pointed at you while he reached for his blaster. Echo and you were swifter.
“Get the files to Tech and plant the virus I’ll watch the door,” you said. Stepping back into the hallway as Echo inserted his scomp link into the port and began to search for the files.
“On it commander,” he replied. His eyes shifting over the screen far faster then you could keep up with.
You really wished they’d drop it with the commander title and just call you your name but, that seemed a habit you couldn’t break any of them off. Though you got the impression only Echo actually did it out of respect for your authority. An authority you question daily. Especially now as you flicked your gaze to the hallway, a sense of dread building at the base of your spine as you could hear the banging of droids firing against the metal door. You tried to find the peace within yourself that always seemed easier for those around you to find. Imagining you were back at the Temple, sitting underneath the flowering tree in the courtyard as you watched the pink petals float down to the pebbled ground. The image only helped for a moment as you refocused your attention back to Echo. He seemed unfazed by any of it. Working quickly and silently aside from the faint whirring of his scomp every now and then. Somehow, he looked more at peace than you did.
“Are you almost—”
Bang! The sound of the door at the end of the hall being blown to bits made you wince and reignite your saber on instinct. Echo was already beside you when you turned back to get him. His hand on your bicep as if he intended to yank you somewhere. The sounds of droids shouting orders and marching down the hall in time with your rapid heartbeat made you ignore whatever Echo’s hand there had meant and instead trade your sabers out for your comm link as the pair of you raced down the hall.
“Tech please tell me you’re there?”
“Yes, commander we read you,” Tech’s voice was staticky. Probably due to being underground but you hoped he could hear you enough as you sprinted for your life. Opening and closing any doors you came across with the force.
“We’re going to need an immediate pick up!” You shouted a little more frantically then you meant to.
“Sorry commander that’ll have to wait,” Tech said again.
“Wait for what?!” you shouted back.
“It seems your earlier light show display set off a series of silent alarms that alerted the commander of the base that we are here. So, we’re—” There was a pause as the static grew worse and Hunter’s muffled voice could be heard shouting something about Fighter’s on their tail. “Yes, yes, I see them. We’re fine.”
“Tech!” Echo shouted now through his own comm.
“We will have to use the secondary agreed extraction point as the first one is now overrun.”
“We won’t make it to the second extraction point,” Echo says as you force open another door which had dead ended in a hanger bay. There’s no way out.
“See this is why we shouldn’t have agreed to work with a Jedi. Or a reg,” Crosshair’s voice drawled over the comms. You didn’t need the force to sense his aggravated disapproval that he and his brothers were being forced to reassess their plans for the two of you. That they were being thrown back into danger because of you.
“Stow it Crosshair,” Echo snapped. “Just be at the extraction point. We’ll make it there.”
You did not share his hope as you slammed the door on a droid’s face, ducking the incoming blaster shot he’d managed to get off. They were right. This was your fault. Your poor leadership instincts had led you and Echo to be trapped down here while the others were trapped in the sky.
“Copy that,” Tech’s voice said plainly and then the comm cut out.
The second extraction point was several miles away from the command tunnels you were in now, there was no way you were going to make it there. Not trapped like you were with a virus about to short circuit every piece of technology in here and a battalion of droids outside the only blast door you could see.
“Commander over here.”
You didn’t know when Echo had left your side, but you followed his voice until you found him halfway in a small gunship used to protect the supply ships that came in and out of here. It was just big enough for two people. A pilot and a gunner.
“Can you fly this ship?”
“I—” The droids were carving their way through the door. You couldn’t do this. Sure you could fly the ship but what then? The mission had gone wrong because of you. If someone else would have been here they wouldn’t have needed lightsabers, they wouldn’t have tripped the silent alarms. Echo would be safe. The men you were supposed to lead and protect would be safe.
“Commander,” Echo’s voice pulled your attention back to him as he pulled his helmet off and looked at you with a face that was always so stern, yet he had the softest pair of eyes you’d ever seen. “Our only way out of here is this ship. Now I can’t fly it, so I need you to do it. Okay? Can you do that? Please,” he added. His attention still solely dedicated to you despite the banging and shouting coming from behind the pair of you and the racing of your own heart. Right here there was only him. Only Echo.
“Yeah,” you breathe out. Clearing your throat and nodding your head. “Yes, I can fly it.”
“Then get in and get it started, I’ll open the bay doors and we can go.” He’s gone again before you can argue.
Hoping in the cockpit your hands move on their own. Using your memory and placing trust in the force that hums around you louder than before, you flip the engine switches and grip the controls steering it around into position as you wait for Echo to swing himself up onto the wing and then flip into the gunner’s seat behind you.
The canopy doesn’t close fast enough. You’re too focused on the controls. The force tugs and pulls your attention to the back but you ignore it in favor of making sure you don’t crash. It’s only after you hear a muffled scream of agony that’s quickly swallowed up by the sound of the roaring engine that you bother to look back. To see Echo’s shoulder smoking with a brand-new blaster wound through it.
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“Echo, we have to stop,” you begged as you marched through the heavy underbrush in search of the clearing that was pinging on your outstretched data pad. “Please, I know I’m no doctor, but I can patch you up.”
“It’s fine commander I’m… fine,” Echo’s voice was weak and even though he’d turned off the sound on their walk so you couldn’t hear the pained breaths and heavy pants, you could feel them there. Feel them in the way his force signature wavered and spiked. Hotter and louder than it usually was, though now it was growing colder.
“No, you’re not fine you—”
“Commander please!” he panted loudly. Resting his scomp against a tree to get some weight off his legs as he looked over at you. You winced at his harsh tone and even if you couldn’t see his face, the way he lowered his voice showed he regretted it. “I’m fine. There are scouts looking for us and if we don’t make it to the extraction point, we could be stuck here.”
“And if you bleed out on the way there then were both dead anyway.”
“No, you’ll be fine. You keep going if I start to—”
“I’m not leaving you Echo! You’re stuck with me out here, so if you pass out from blood loss then I’m going to sit down right next to you and face whatever comes for us. Even if it kills the both of us. It’s my job to protect you, so stop arguing with me and sit down so I can patch you up!”
Echo stood frozen in front of you before finally slowly nodding his head. “Okay.”
“Okay,” you repeated. Walking over to him and helping him sit so you could take off his shoulder piece and helmet to assess the damage. It wasn’t as bad as you expected, but his blacks were quickly filling up with blood and the circular wound was blackened. You pulled a Bacta patch from your kit and carefully applied it to his shoulder. Apologizing at the slight hiss that left his lips as you did so.
“It’s fine Mesh'la,” he whispered. His eyes widening when we realized what he’d said. Apologizing and looking away as you went back to work.
“What does that mean?” you asked after a moment of silence. Your curiosity getting the better of you.
“What?”
“Mesh’la,” you repeated the word poorly.
He looked away again and flushed a faint pink along his pale cheeks. Pausing for a moment before looking back over at and giving you a gentle smile. One you’d never seen before.
“We make it out of this I’ll tell you,” He promised.
“That’s not fair,” you whined. Leaning down to kiss the bandage you’d put on his shoulder without thinking about it. “How will I know if we don’t make it out?”
“I…” he gaped at you for a moment, and it was only his bewildered expression that made you realize what you’d done. Now it was your turn to blush and duck your head. Handing him back his shoulder piece and helping him attach it without looking anywhere near his eyes.
You force lifted his helmet over to your hands as the pair of you stood. Running your fingers over the edge of it before offering it back to him. His gloved hand brushed yours for the briefest of moments when he took it back.
“Then I guess it will just have to be a mystery,” he said quietly again. His tone almost hinting that he was smiling again, and it was enough to make you meet his eyes. Rewarded for a fraction of second with a smile you could tell used to cross his face more often.
“We’ll make it out,” you said firmly. Wrapping your hands briefly around the hilts of your lightsabers and finding yourself calm again despite it all. Not because you’d imagined the tree at the Temple, or your master’s kind teachings, but because Echo was smiling at you.
“You know I meant if we survive the whole war, right?” he almost teased as he clicked his helmet back into place. Leaving you with only the memory of his smile to reply for the rest of your life.
“No, no, no you can’t change the rules like that,” you argued with no intentional malice. Letting yourself laugh quietly for the first time in…. too long. “You alright enough to walk again?”
He nodded his head. “Wherever you lead commander.”
Hello @thetinestpixiequeen! Happy Exchange day!!!! I really hope you like it <3 I rarely get to write for Cody so I had so much fun doing this for you!!!!! Hehe, I noticed the Taylor Swift prompt so I thought I'd throw an extra one in there for you too ;) Thank you @ghostofskywalker for hosting this event for @cloneficgiftexchange!!!!
“I’ll never fall in love!” Cody laughs out loud to his brother’s prompt, or question, or whatever it was. You couldn’t quite hear from where you were sitting and watching them, biting the eraser on your pencil to cover up the smile forming on your lips. You sat on the couch writing your maid of honor speech for your best friend, Phee, who was coincidentally marrying Cody’s half brother, Tech. Cody was in the kitchen working on his best man speech, which wasn’t quite coming how he’d hoped and he’d asked his brother to step in ‘for a minute’ to read what he had. It’d been longer than ‘a minute’ which got you curious. So, you started watching the brothers, amused, but not quite comprehending the discussion, whatever it was about. You were just out of earshot as they say at the kitchen table.
Who cares anyway. You got to observe Cody unnoticed. He often caught you staring at him, much to your annoyance. He’d catch your gaze as you tore it away and you could never really tell what was under them, not daring to match his eye for honest eye. What if he saw the truth hidden in the secret of your soul and was disgusted at it? Now was your chance for a good, long…observation.
Goodness, Cody was just…wonderful. The way he looked…laughed…and just was. His brother, Rex, idolized him and with good reason. You were good friends with Rex. Going to the same college, you ended up seeing each other in a lot of the gen-ed classes. Eventually, you and he became Literature and Algebra buddies. You understood the Literature with a bleeding heart Rex didn’t understand, and he found your passion both entertaining and helpful. It would be your patience and dedication to helping him understand all the jargon for his passing grades. In turn, Rex helped you in your least favorite subject ever, algebra. Since he started working with you, your grades skyrocketed in a good way.
And from such a partnership, a great friendship formed.
That’s how you met Cody. Cody strode over to the table with absolute confidence and charm. Swinging a seat around and straddling it in a carefree, confident manner, he started chatting with you without a proper introduction.
“My brother's told me a lot about you…”
But before he could continue, the brother in question showed up and innocently interrupted.
When you laid eyes on him, you swore you were charmed and doomed to love him forever. His charming smile melted your heart down to a lockbox for only him. Darn Rex for showing up when he did, you wanted to know what this beautiful man was going to say to you.
From then on, the three of you became a team, inseparable.
Studying nights turned into game nights, moving nights, baring your souls’ secrets nights and so forth.
So many laughs and tears shared between you.
But you couldn’t get out of the facade of only being friends. You didn’t know how, or if you wanted to…you could ruin everything. Not just with Cody (that’d be horrible enough) but you thought you’d lose Rex as a friend as well.
So, for now, you’d just watch. And hope. And dream.
Cody's boisterous laugh brought you back to the present.
You watched him swear it again as he ran his fingers through his hair with a nervous chuckle.
“I'm not in love…”
And you laugh, hoping beyond hope, that he’s wrong. Because you’d already fallen so hard for him.
Smiling warmly, if not a little sadly, you found yourself swallowing hard, feeling put on the spot. Discovered. And a little silly, stupid, absurdness crept into your eyes and cheeks with heat.
Cody laughed again. A strange, strangled laugh. Not quite suppressed, but controlled. He never laughed like that.
Cocking your head, intrigued, you paid attention to the detail in front of you.
The nervous way he was trying to play it cool with his brother who was prodding him with the back of his pen, gleefully shouting in not too quiet tones “you are! You are!”
Cody was half heartedly swatting at the jabs in between a blushful of laughs, heartfelt denials which didn’t match his smile, and loud “shhh’es.
“You should ask her!” Rex was not at all quiet about saying it. “It would be so easy! She’s right in there! Boom! Done.”
“Not that simple.”
“What do you mean it’s not that simple.”
With an eye roll and a sigh you could hear, Cody lowered his voice again. Darn him.
You shouldn't be eavesdropping anyway. So you turned your eyes back to your paper and pressed on.
The speeches were a success. The crowd was moved by the humourous, yet touching words. Dinner was on point for flavor and portion. You weren't surprised. With Tech as the groom, of course all details would be in order!
The plates were just cleared away when the bride and groom started off the dances.
You stood to the side, tears in your eyes as you watched your friend so happy. Her smile, her laugh, her tears, all so full of the magic of the day.
Being totally enraptured by the dazzling bride and her dashing husband, who reflected in his own way, the happiness of his wife, you didn't notice when he slipped behind you.
“Would you save the first dance for me?”
His breath was warm, and his lips tickled your ear with the whisper. You jumped, coming out of your revelry.
You heard Cody chuckle.
“Didn't mean to scare you.”
You laughed in reply. “I wasn't scared…just…surprised!”
He smiled warmly. More so than you ever remembered seeing him smile before. It was kind and sincere, without any bravado.
“So…” he started with a slight cough.
You didn't let him finish.
“I'd love to!”
As if on cue, the dance floor opened up for all couples.
Your heart beat madly.
Was this platonic? Friendly? Interest?
Swallowing hard, you put your arms around him and started swaying to the music.
He didn't say anything at first. You were a little surprised by that but whatever, perhaps he just wanted to be settled in the dance first. Problem was, he stayed that way. Quiet, only moving in rhythm to the music. Your anxiety started to peak.
Emboldened by remembering his soft gaze, you thought you'd try to talk.
“Sooooo”
“You don't like it do you.”
When you pulled away shocked, you could see red embarrassed cheeks blazing with puzzlement.
“I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or make this awkward.” He scratched his head
Since when did Cody get shy? And when did he stammer?
He started to pull away but in a quick response, you threw your arms around him.
“I-I do like it…” you were shaking, trembling as the secret came pouring from your lips. “I….think I love you.”
Cody wrapped his arms around your waist and burried his head into your shoulder.
“And I …. Think I love you too.”
Your chest flooded with warmth and love, not being able to contain the smile you felt forming on your lips.
“You’re the best, Cody.” You mumbled into his neck, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you. You smiled against his skin, hoping he could feel it. Not only it, but how happy you were.
“No, the best me has his arms around you. You make me the best version of who I am by just being you.”
He stopped swaying to the music and pulled your arms from around his neck. He placed his palm on your cheek, forcing you to look up at him fully for the first time ever.
All you saw there was eyes full of hope and happiness, complete love and adoration, before he kissed you.
Eyes closed, you’d savor the moment. But you couldn’t wait to read what else would be in his eyes when it was over.
You knew what would be in yours: wonderstruck.
From the way he was kissing you, you thought, perhaps, he might feel the same.
What you didn't know what he was thinking was…
He didn't deserve you. You were a gift; something so untouchable, unreachable and precious.
But, he was going to marry you.Someday, somehow he would. He'd strive every day to deserve you and make you happy. That's all he wanted, was you happy.
If seeing the glittery tears of happiness roll down your cheeks as you tried not to smile while kissing him was any indication of how happy he made each other….
Yeah, he didn't deserve you, but he'd marry you anyway.
I'm incredibly sorry for posting this late! I found out some pretty bad news and kind just shut down. But, hey!! I'm posting it now!! So that's...something. 🥲
This post is my entry for @cloneficgiftexchange and my secret Santa person was @pizza-writes ! I sincerely hope you enjoy this and I'm so sorry that I was late on posting it. I also apologize that it's not very long but I hope you like it!
Paring: Crosshair x Reader
Warnings: None! Completely SFW
Prompt: "Wait- Did he just call you [insert thing here]?"
For once, The Marauder was pleasantly quiet. The ship was parked in a meadow on some planet you couldn’t remember the name of though you found it to be quite beautiful. It was currently spring on the planet and the meadow was in full bloom and there was a brook that bubbled pleasantly nearby. The flowers around you gently swayed in the breeze that danced all around you and brought with it the sweet scent of the blooms. The rest of the Bad Batch had left for the nearest town for a supply run which left you and Crosshair to have some much needed alone time. He sat on a crate outside the ship cleaning his beloved rifle while you sat at his feet, your head resting on his lap and eyes scanning the latest novel you had downloaded on your datapad. As you read, you softly hummed a song that left Crosshair almost closing his eyes in content. Between the cool breeze that gently ruffled your hair to the warmth in his leg from where your head was resting, he wondered for a moment if this was what domesticity felt like. This soft peacefulness that made his brain slightly fuzzy. He found his gaze leaving his rifle and landing on one of the flowers in front of him. He watched it swaying in the wind for a little bit before the sound of your voice broke his concentration, “You alright lover?” you asked in a soft voice and Crosshair slowly looked away from the flower to you, your head tilted back to look at him with a slightly curious expression. How cute. The corner of his lips slightly twitched as if he was going to smile but he just leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Just thinking.” He replied softly as he went back to cleaning his rifle. “Don’t hurt yourself” You teased, causing a snort to escape the stoic sniper. He rolled his eyes and gave you a glare of which you promptly ignored and went back to you reading with a grin. You heard an annoyed huff before a comfortable silence fell back over you two. Every once in a while he would reach around or past you to grab something and you would try to sneak a kiss on his arm or hand which would get you more little huffs of annoyance. Not that he tried to stop you. Eventually, he realized a part was too far out of his reach and grunted “Hey…hand me that receiver would ya doll?” With a soft mhmm, you go to reach for the part only to slightly jump when you hear something crash to the ground. You and Crosshair snap your heads up to see Wrecker’s eyes flashing back and forth between you two, the crate he had been carrying forgotten on the ground.
“Did he just call you doll?” Wrecker looked at Crosshair with shock on his face, his jaw on the ground. Crosshair looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow and the smallest smile, “I don’t know…did I?” He asked, turning to look at you and you returned his gaze with a grin “Hmm, I don’t know lover, did you?.” Wrecker turned to look at you, his eyes comically wide, “Lover?!” His voice was slightly high pitched “A- Are you two together?! Like- together, together?!” Crosshair looked down at you with an amused grin and saw your shoulders shaking from the laughter you were desperately holding back. Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself off his leg and turned to look at him with a large smile, “Geez, lovey, why didn’t you tell me we were dating? I could have taken advantage of girlfriend privileges all this time.” you faked a small pout and a chuckle escaped Crosshair, “Sorry doll, I just assumed you knew.” he sarcastically replied with grin stretched across his face. After a few seconds of staring at each other you broke into a fit of giggles and Crosshair watched you with amusement while Wrecker stood a little ways away with the most woefully confused look. Crosshair could practically see the smoke pouring out of his brother’s ears as he watched him try to fit all the puzzle pieces together with a shit-eating grin. The big guy himself was searching all of his memories trying to figure out when the two of you started dating. He had thought that after months of fighting you two were just becoming friends?? He continued to stand there contemplating life as you laughed in the background. He didn't even notice his goggled brother approach from behind. “I am not sure what is going on however, whatever it is, Wrecker, I need you to get that crate on the ship so I can start repairs.” Tech commented not even bothering to stop walking as he brushed past his brother to start up the ramp. Wrecker turned to Tech and pointed to you and Crosshair,
“Did you know Tech?!”
“...Know what?”
“Know that (y/n) and Crosshair are DATING?!”
Tech’s eyebrows furrowed and he adjusted his goggles, “Why yes, of course. It’s not like they made any effort to hide it. I thought it was quite obvious.” He shrugged and headed back into the ship leaving Wrecker standing in the middle of the meadow, his hand still pointing at you two. Hunter, who had been watching the spectacle from afar with amusement, finally decided to step in. He walked over and placed a hand on Wrecker’s arm and gently pushed it down with a smile, "C'mon big guy. You can have your existential crisis later. Let's get the ship loaded and leave these two love birds alone."
Wrecker let out a grumble but begrudgingly picked his crate up and carried it to the ship, "I'm still confused…" he grumbled, shaking his head. "That's a pretty normal state for you bud" Hunter teased, giving him a small shove up the ramp. He stopped at the top and turned to the two of you. "Five minutes and then we're moving out." He stated before disappearing inside the ship.
Finally, you and Crosshair were alone again. You had managed to stop laughing but a grin was still stretched across your face. Standing up, you brushed off your pants before giving the sniper a kiss on the cheek, "I feel kinda bad. Maybe we should have told him?" You said reaching out to hold his hand. Crosshair shrugged in response as he stood up and leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead, "He figured it out didn't he? Took him long enough. I was worried I was gonna lose." He released your hand and placed it on the small of your back to guide you up the ramp. "Lose what?" You questioned slightly turning to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He gave you a small grin as he walked up the ramp behind you and closed it "Nothing. Now let's get going sweet cheeks. I got some credits to collect from Hunter."
