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Week 4 Alternate Prompt: "Can you hear me?"

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Clone Force 99 has been deployed on a reconnaissance mission. Static interference and an unexpected encounter cause some unforeseen troubles for the group as they try to focus on their mission objective.

“Alright, guys. We split up and scout the area. Keep your comms ready. We meet again in—” Hunter consulted his chrono, “ —fifteen minutes.”

Without further ado, Clone Force 99 dispersed, all alone, save for Tech, who remained on the Maurauder to monitor them. 

The terrain was quite beautiful: a large beach with waves splashing gently against the shore, surrounded by palm trees and lush greenery. It was quiet and serene, the perfect getaway. 

Nothing could disturb the calm and deeply relaxing atmosphere. 

The static crackle that tore through the air like a cannonball almost ruptured Crosshair’s eardrums to shreds. 

“Wrecker! Are you mad?!”  

More crackling and the barely audible voice of Wrecker: “Can you hear me, Cross? You should see this! It’s got huge eyes!”

“Most likely a Kowakian Monkey Lizard,” Tech chimed in helpfully.

“I don’t care what it is, you almost ruptured my eardrum!” Crosshair groused.

“You better tell me what you see, guys, we’re here for a recon mission, remember?” Hunter scolded them. 

“Well, I just told you, it’s a lizard!”

“A Kowakian—”

“Not the point,” Echo interfered, his voice impatient. “Alright, Hunter, everything’s clear here, nothing but scenery and shrubs.”

An audible breath could be heard. “Thank you, Echo.”

It was quiet for several minutes, only interrupted by static noises from their comms.

“Who keeps breathing into my ear like a dying bantha?” 

“Not me, Crosshair!”   Wrecker sounded most excited. It was a bad sign.

“Listen, Wrecker, you are not befriending the lizard thing, are you?” Hunter sounded truly alarmed.

The absence of any confirmation only further alarmed him. “Wrecker?”

“What?” It sounded forcibly nonchalant.

“Status report.”

Wrecker sighed audibly through all their comms. “He's following me now. I think he likes me.”

“You are not bringing back a Kowakian Monkey lizard, Wrecker!” Tech stated firmly through the commotion that arose amongst the others. 

“Calm down, he’s following me, not I him!”

“Alright, Wrecker, get rid of it, no discussion.” Hunter sounded tired. 

“Right, right.”

“Tech, isn’t there anything you can do about the crackling? My ears hurt,” Crosshair complained.

“Well, I cannot control this planet’s interference, Crosshair, ” his brother answered, sounding slightly indignant, “nor is it my fault that you all forgot to calibrate your comm devices before entering the jungle.”

“It’s alright, Tech,” Echo appeased calmly, “we’ll be heading back, anyway. Time’s almost up.”

It was thankfully uneventful and quiet for the next couple of minutes until they all regrouped back at the Marauder. They were all rather grateful they could talk without comms now.

“Wrecker, since when is a Kowakian Monkey lizard part of Clone Force 99?” Hunter asked, his voice dangerously low.

Wrecker didn’t even act innocent as he avoided looking his sergeant in the eyes. “Well, Hunter, it was like this…”

“I told you to get rid of it!”

“He was all alone and followed me. What am I to do? Shoot him?” 

Echo firmly stepped between them, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Guys, please. Wrecker, you can’t just keep him. Cody will have our heads for it if we bring an invasive species back home.” 

“Fine, but I won’t shoo it away. Let Crosshair do it, he’s good at such things.”

“I’m good at what, exactly?” Crosshair asked, sounding annoyed.

Wrecker’s face lit up at the given opportunity. 

“Being a grouchy Nexu and terrorising everyone around you with your death glare, what else?”

“I give you 'death glare',” Crosshair said as he lunged at Wrecker, but he couldn’t entirely hide the smirk that crept up on his face. 

Echo winked at Hunter, clearly glad the situation had unfolded like this. In the commotion, the Monkey lizard, disturbed by the noise, hastily kept running back into the jungle, and was long gone when Hunter had half-heartedly managed to hold Crosshair back from kicking Wrecker’s shins.

Tech finally decided to poke his head through the Marauder’s door. “I suspect the mission has been uneventful?” 

“Quite so,” Echo chirped back, as they made their way back into their ship.

Crosshair and Wrecker continued their squabbling for the whole flight back, but this time, Hunter decided to let them hash it out between them.

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Week 3: "Give me your hand."

Clone Force 99 has been sent on a mission by Commander Cody. On their way back to their ship, they encounter an obstacle that tests their resourcefulness and willingness to compromise. Lessons are learned and sacrifices are made as they have to prove once more that the Bad Batch lives up to their reputation.

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The moment they saw the obstacle, they all knew it had been a severe mistake not to request proper intel before accepting the mission. Not that they would have had much of a choice, but they could at least have argued a little bit more before deployment.

“Tech,” Hunter said with a forced calm, his gaze stuck on the colossal cliff before them, “any ideas?”

“I don’t see any ledges or clefts, Hunter. Nothing.”

In the distance, a high wail interrupted by low growls could be heard, drawing nearer. 

“And we have approximately five minutes left,” Tech added matter-of-factly. 

“I suggest we try anyway,” Echo said with furrowed brows, “since there is no other way than forward.”

He was right. High cliff formations to their left and right made it virtually impossible to escape. They had walked right into a dead end. 

“What are we waiting for?” Wrecker yelled as the trampling of large paws came nearer and nearer. 

Without further delay, the clones tried scrambling up the almost sleek wall. Hunter managed it for two meters until he lost his hold and fell to the ground.

“No use,” Echo commented dryly as he helped his sergeant up. 

Suddenly, they heard a whir and saw Tech awkwardly pulling out a quite beaten-looking grappling launcher. “I estimate we have a 29 per cent chance of this holding all our weights, provided the grapple is strong enough to dig a hole into the wall.”

No one looked pleased about that revelation. Like a sad confirmation, a small trail of smoke evaporated from the launcher’s muzzle.

“Is that the rigged junk launcher you’ve been tinkering with the last couple of days?” Wrecker asked with a tinge of desperation in his voice.

“I’d rather take my chances with the hounds,” Crosshair remarked dryly, “if that rope snaps, we’re all dead.”

“Speaking of hounds,” Echo remarked, “I can hear them quite clearly now.”

“Alright,” Hunter said, his hand on his forehead, “Tech, we take our chances with the launcher.”

Tech adjusted the launcher, aimed at the sleek wall and shot. 

With a metallic clang, the grapple launched into the top of the wall. And stuck.

Hunter glanced at it with slight hesitation. “29 per cent, you said?” 

“Increased to 45 if we ditch our equipment,” Tech confirmed. 

Crosshair’s eyes widened with indignation. 

“All our equipment.”

Crosshair opened his mouth as if to argue, but he was interrupted.

“Not now!” Hunter’s eyes were blazing. Crosshair, face white with rage, complied, and they all rid themselves as fast as they could of their weapons and armour. 

“Wrecker, you and I stay back and buy some time!”

With their blasters still in their hands, they took formation at the foot of the wall, the howls becoming gradually louder. 

“Echo you first!” Tech yelled. With a leap, Echo reached for the rope and began climbing upwards swiftly. The rope wobbled dangerously, but as quick as a lizard, the pale clone managed to get two-thirds of the wall without further problems.

The others stood in formation, keeping a lookout for the beasts. At least they were nowhere to be seen yet. 

“Right, I’m up!” Echo yelled from above. 

“Tech, you next!” Hunter ordered.

Without hesitation, Tech complied and climbed up the rope with methodical precision. 

It was then that the Correllian hounds were breaking through the foliage of the jungle. 

“We don’t have any more time!” Crosshair yelled as he started shooting at the beasts.

“Next!” Tech informed them from above.

“Crosshair, go!” Hunter ordered as he saw the sniper’s hesitation.

Grumbling, he complied and made to climb the rope, not without shooting a vicious look at his sergeant. 

Crosshair made to climb the rope, trying to ignore the dangerous swinging and chafed material. He managed to reach the ledge where Echo was waiting with his hand outstretched when he heard the signature snap. He had about three milliseconds where his heart leapt into his stomach before he realised he was falling. Scrambling for a halt, he managed to grab the grapple that was miraculously still stuck into the wall. 

“Crosshair!” Without hesitation, Echo dove forward and reached for his brother. 

It took Crosshair all his strength to hold himself to the piece of metal stuck into the wall, his legs struggling for a hold. 

“Give me your hand!”

“I can’t, I'll fall!”

A fall this high and without armour would likely end with the sniper as a heap of broken bones. 

“Crosshair, hold on!” Hunter yelled from below.

“I’m trying!” He snapped back, clearly irritated. 

Tech chimed in, “Crosshair, take Echo’s hand!”

With enormous effort, Crosshair flung out his left hand and missed Echo’s fingertips by mere inches. 

Beneath them, things were turning for the worse. 

“The hounds are coming!” Wrecker yelled as Hunter and he were swiftly retreating towards the foot of the wall. 

Crosshair cursed and flung up his hand once more. This time, he managed to catch Echo’s hand and was hauled up with effort. 

“Hunter, throw me the rope, quick!” Hunter did as Echo asked, who caught it by its torn end.

Behind Echo, Tech was hastily tying the torn end around a thick tree trunk that stood near enough to the ledge. Still, the end that was dangling downwards from the wall was painfully short. 

“There are too many!” Wrecker informed them from below, as Crosshair counted no less than twenty hounds gaining up on them. They weren't too far away.

Without hesitation and some quick thinking, Wrecker grabbed his sergeant and squatted. 

“Are you mad—”

“Seargant incoming!” Wrecker yelled and unceremoniously catapulted Hunter towards the dangling end of the rope. 

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Crosshair had a hard time not laughing out loud. Nevertheless, he quickly stretched out his hand to help his sergeant up. 

“Quit smirking or I wipe it off your face, you di’kut,” Hunter muttered through gritted teeth as he got hauled up over the ledge. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Crosshair retorted happily. 

Below, Wrecker sounded like he had the time of his life. He was stunning the beasts left and right with gusto, but it was clear that he would soon be overrun by the beasts still charging at him at full speed. 

“Jump, Wrecker!” 

“Right on it!”

What they saw next defied all levels of sanity.

Wrecker again squatted and faced one of the charging hounds with outstretched hands.

“What is that di’kut doing?” Crosshair muttered.

With a cry, Wrecker caught the beast’s midriff mid-jump right as it was lunging at him and used the momentum to fling himself and the beast towards the rope. 

“That madman…” Echo commented in disbelief.

The madman in question had managed to grab the rope just in time to escape the first hounds biting at his ankles. 

Still, he almost forgot about the beast that kept trying to clamp its jaws around his arm, howling in misery with dangling legs. 

“Thank you and good riddance!” The yelp that the beast emitted was almost empathy-inducing as it was thrown downwards right into the snapping maws of its companions. 

Upon the ledge, the other clones were stuck between being stunned and scrambling to help Wrecker up. Echo and Tech were the first ones to move, quickly throwing themselves towards Wrecker’s outstretched hands as he was slowly making his way upwards. It took Hunter and Crosshair a little more time to catch on.

With combined effort, they managed to eventually pull their brother upwards, collapsing in panting heaps around the ledge. 

“What… what is wrong with you?!” Crosshair spat out between gulps for air. 

Wrecker laughed. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“It had a successful outcome ratio of 1:62.000”, Tech chimed in helpfully, already back up on his feet. 

“Oh well, that makes it better,” Crosshair snapped, still trying to regain his breath. 

“Stop arguing, guys, and be grateful it worked.” Hunter slowly got up on his elbows, his blacks chafed and torn in several places. To be fair, none of them looked any better.

“You absolute madman,” Echo only commented, shaking his head, as he was patting Wrecker’s shoulder, still in disbelief. 

With the obstacle now overcome, they trudged back quietly to their ship without encountering any more troubles, save Crosshair, who was overcome with grief when he realised that some hound probably swallowed his beloved rifle. The deathly looks he was continuously shooting at Hunter weren't bringing up the mood, either.

Never, not once again, would they trust Commander Cody without first checking the mission intel. Ever.

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Week 2 Alternate Prompt: "Don't even think about it."

After the mission on Desix has been completed and Cody deserted, Crosshair is lying awake in his bunk and trying to steer off thoughts of a life long forgotten.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66485854

After Desix

Loneliness was all he felt at the moment. All-encompassing, crushing loneliness with no end in sight. 

No one left to talk to. Just solitude. 

It was in the middle of the night, and Crosshair wasn't sleeping.

Not for a lack of trying, but sleep and rest eluded him more than ever these days. The thoughts in his head kept racing, the gears turning as if something kept them spinning endlessly. As if certain parts of his brain, where he stuffed things he used to think about a long time ago, had been reactivated.

Denying it was futile: Cody had set in motion what had been trying to grind its way upwards for a long time. Thoughts Crosshair had pocketed away with less and less success. 

As much as he wanted to deny it, he felt regret over his commander’s departure. Why couldn’t he see that this was the best they could hope for? Instead of listening, instead of seeing it from his point of view, they all left him behind to fend for himself. 

But deep inside, he knew that this wasn’t true. The time between Onderon and the accident on Bracca was muddy at best. He still had recurring nightmares about several incidents, but couldn’t remember a single one in detail. It was a puzzle that grew increasingly confusing the more he tried to decipher it. He remembered short bursts, like a holomovie, flashing scenes, but nothing more. 

The things he did remember, however… they were scaring him deeply. There was another feeling adjacent to it that he couldn’t quite decipher yet, but it was eating away at him, day in, day out, ever since he had removed that inhibitor chip. 

Crosshair dragged his hand over his eyes in an exhausted motion. He was beyond tired—he had barely slept more than two or three hours, tops. Not a rare occurrence these days, but he felt as if he was slowly withering away. He functioned well enough, his skills still as sharp as ever despite the hardships he had been put through. 

He felt the sudden urge to clean himself from the grime and dust that had accumulated on his clothes. His blacks were in dire need of a wash, and the hand in front of his eyes was streaked with grime. 

Well, in about three minutes, the blare of the alarm would go off, and this time he would skip breakfast in favour of a thorough shower that would hopefully clear his mind a little. 

He had been right—the shower did help, but only in terms of getting rid of the dirt. On the other hand, however… 

Was he doing the right thing? The thought came into his head, unbidden and without warning. He shook his head, trying to dislodge it. Of course, he was doing the right thing. He was on the winning side, the only side that mattered. The side that he was made for.

Good soldiers follow orders, and he was nothing if not a perfect one. 

Obedient. Efficient. Ruthless. 

A sharp pain in his left palm brought him out of his mind, and he realised he had been digging his nails sharply into his hand. Through the flimsy door of his refresher, he could hear the alarm blasting through his ears. It was time.

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Breakfast tasted like ashes in his mouth. It wasn’t the fact that he shot and killed a woman; it was the fact that his commander and friend thought less of him because of it. He was only trying to save him from certain death. Cody was gone, and it was his fault. Now, he was alone again after a glimpse of what he once had. The mission almost felt as if he had them back. For a short time, he could pretend that nothing had ever changed. Too soon, the moment was over, but it gave him back what he thought he’d lost.

Don’t even think about it—they’d never want you back.

As always, the cold, harsh reality of his situation caught up to him quickly, leaving him with nothing but dull pain.

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Week 1: "You're here. You're safe."

Summary: Crosshair is back with his family after being rescued from the Empire. With their home base on Pabu, Clone Force 99 has finally found their peace, yet Crosshair is anything but fine.

Also crossposted to AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66091603

When night came, Crosshair excused himself and left the gathering that had formed on their homestead's copious veranda. Not that anyone noticed, he thought bitterly as he got up from his seat on the far end, the farthest from the door.

Socialising was pure agony, and all he wanted was to be alone. At first, things had gone fine when several people whose names he could not remember had arrived and promptly decided to engage the Batch in several pastimes. Nobody bothered Crosshair, who had reluctantly stayed and partaken sporadically in the conversation. And so, he had spent most of the evening at the fringes of their discussions, listening and nursing his barely touched glass of water. At first, he had been relieved that no one forced him to participate much, but as the evening went on, he could not deny the pangs of jealousy and loneliness that were hitting him. 

He was an outsider, and he made the others uncomfortable, even his brothers. He could see it in the ways they sent sidelong glances at him from time to time, with something akin to worry in their eyes. It made him sick, and it didn't take long for him to remove himself with a hastily murmured excuse and leave. 

No one was stopping him.

In the house, he stepped towards their kitchen counter and placed the glass of water in the sink despite being thirsty. Without turning on any light, he headed towards his room on the first floor of the small but cosy house. 

Once inside, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it. All of a sudden, tiredness overcame him and he trudged towards his bed where he crashed down into a heap. 

At first, he didn't move, but then his shoulder started to heave as the flood of emotions overwhelmed him. Tears were running down his face, and he tried to stifle his sobs with his fist. 

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"Should I look after him?" Wrecker asked with worry in his eyes as he addressed no one in particular. 

Hunter looked up from where he had been brooding over the dying fire. "I'm not sure..." 

Tech threw a curious look at Hunter that was hard to decipher. He cleared his throat and turned towards Wrecker. "I think it is a good idea, Wrecker. He did not look too well, and I think you have the highest chance of reaching him." 

"Well, I didn't say that Wrecker shouldn't go," Hunter said with light annoyance in his voice. 

"You weren't implying the opposite, either," Tech retorted with uncharacteristic force.

 "Tech—" But Tech had already turned his back towards them and was consulting his datapad. 

Hunter stopped himself from yelling out in frustration with a shaky sigh, trying to calm himself. He barely noticed Wrecker passing him towards the entrance as he cradled his head in his hand.

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"Crosshair?" Wrecker softly inquired as he stood at the door that led to his brother's sleeping quarters. "You in there?"

As expected, no answer came, and Wrecker immediately went into the next phase. He didn't bother asking again and simply opened the door, stepping in before closing it behind him.

The room was almost empty except for the bed at the window and the small wardrobe next to it. Wrecker focused his eyes on the dark lump that had curled itself in on the farthest edge of the mattress.

"Crosshair?" Cautiously, Wrecker stepped nearer towards his brother, who had his back turned towards him and wasn't moving. "I know you're not asleep."

Still no answer. Suppressing a sigh, Wrecker lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress, turning his head towards his brother. He looked so fragile in the faint moonlight that filtered through the unshuttered pane. He had always been so skinny, teetering on the line between concerningly underweight, but he had been healthy, with muscle mass and a fit physique. 

Now, Crosshair was still severely underweight and had lost nearly all of his muscle mass, and the way he was curled into himself tugged at Wrecker's heart in ways he couldn’t describe. Still, it was high time that his brother accepted the help his brothers were there to give. 

Wrecker stretched out his left hand and carefully laid it down on Crosshair's shoulder. He could feel the bone clearly through the fabric of his blacks, and he swallowed the curse that bubbled up his throat. The monster that had done this to his brother was gone, and he couldn’t hurt Crosshair anymore.

"Cross." The shoulder tensed immediately, and Crosshair half-turned his head with a distant glare that alarmed Wrecker instantly. His red-rimmed eyes were strangely wide and empty as they focused on his older brother. 

"What do you want?" he rasped out. 

"Looking after you, of course." Wrecker lightly squeezed his brother's shoulder. He was aware that this task would be a lot harder than he had initially thought. 

With a weak scoff, Crosshair turned his head away towards the wall, but the tension in his shoulder abated a little. Wrecker took that as a good sign and quickly pressed his advantage.

"I know you don't wanna talk about any of this," he ignored the louder scoff, "and I accept that. I'm not here to bother you with that. I'm just here to... be here, I guess," he finished, gesturing with his free hand.

With that, he had gained Crosshair's full attention. He shrugged Wrecker's hand off as he turned on his other side, facing him with narrowed eyes. "Don't pretend to care—"

Wrecker wasn't listening to this again. He was consumed by worry, and there was only so much he could bear. With a sigh as if to brace himself, he cut off Crosshair's tirade by simply lifting him into his arms and hugged him tightly. 

Crosshair's weak protest was purposefully ignored.

 "Let me down, you—"

"You're here, Cross. You're safe."

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Finding Geralt (1193 words) by Infernalelf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion & Triss Merigold Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Triss Merigold Additional Tags: Book-Canon Jaskier | Dandelion, Book: Chrzest ognia | Baptism of Fire, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion Friendship Summary:

After the Coup of Thanedd, Dandelion is looking for his vanished friend. His search leads him to an old acquaintance and into dangerous waters…

Missing scene of what might have happened before Dandelion gets escorted to the edge of Brokilon in Baptism of Fire.

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Worth It (850 words) by Infernalelf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Additional Tags: CT-9904 | Crosshair Being a Little Shit, CT-9901 | Hunter is So Done, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo is So Done, One Shot, Humor, Planet Kamino (Star Wars), Canon Compliant Summary:

Crosshair thinks messing with Wrecker's dinner expectations is a good idea.

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Cornered, But Not Cowered (2053 words) by Infernalelf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Edmon Rampart Additional Tags: POV CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9904 | Crosshair-centric, Hurt CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9904 | Crosshair Misses Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, CT-9904 | Crosshair Whump, Vomiting, Rampart Being an Asshole (Star Wars), One Shot, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant Summary:

Crosshair has been recovering from his weeks-long ordeal on Kamino's landing platform. Settling back into a routine is difficult, especially with a reputation as Rampart's former lapdog. Surrounded by enemies on all sides, a confrontation in the mess hall escalates.

Another introspection into Crosshair's inner world as he is going through the worst, set between Season 1 and 2.

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A Mind at War (1186 words) by Infernalelf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair Additional Tags: CT-9904 | Crosshair Angst, POV CT-9904 | Crosshair, Canon Compliant, Episode: s02e03 The Solitary Clone (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), One Shot, CT-9904 | Crosshair Misses Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch Summary:

Cody is gone, and Crosshair's thoughts are at war with each other. Thoughts he had, until now, repressed with varying success are suddenly breaking through the mental barrier and a tiny seed of hope is gaining roots.

A character study of Crosshair after the mission on Desix.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Darth Maul, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader Additional Tags: One Shot, Lightsaber Combat (Star Wars), The Dark Side of the Force (Star Wars), Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Order 66 Aftermath (Star Wars), POV Darth Maul, Post-Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

Days after the execution of Order 66, Maul is on the run. When he senses a potent shift in the Force while drifting through hyperspace, he resolves to investigate and seize control of his destiny.

The force was brimming with suppressed power. Maul’s breaths were still coming out heavily, and his limbs began to feel like lead. Concentrating became more challenging, and he could feel his force signature being suppressed and straining under this unknown force. He must be very close now.

Maul adjusted his stance, holding his lightsaber before him. He narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. The moment had arrived.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-9901 | Hunter Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9903 | Wrecker Additional Tags: CT-9904 | Crosshair Has Issues, CT-9901 | Hunter is Trying, Good Sibling CT-9903 | Wrecker, Emotionally Intelligent CT-9903 | Wrecker, Trust Issues, POV CT-9901 | Hunter, One Shot Summary:

After Clone Force 99 almost dies in a mission due to a disagreement between Hunter and Crosshair, confrontation is inevitable.

It becomes clear the issue is rooted far deeper with Crosshair involved.

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Replaced (2667 words) by Infernalelf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-9901 | Hunter Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch Additional Tags: One Shot, CT-9904 | Crosshair Angst, CT-9904 | Crosshair Has Issues, CT-9904 | Crosshair-centric Summary:

Echo has recently joined Clone Force 99, and already, Crosshair feels that his brothers are beginning to treat him differently. Tensions rise and Crosshair spirals.

One-shot about Crosshair's state of mind when Echo joins Clone Force 99.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63194881

Grogu meets Maul!

Part II of a series where Grogu meets various characters he would never come across in canon.

Maul, formerly Darth, is currently travelling through the wastelands of Tatooine. With determination in his mind and revenge in his heart, he realises too late that he is hopelessly lost. Luckily, help has been silently trailing along all this time…

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63142306

An embarrassing incident leads to Crosshair being especially upset with Wrecker. With no other way to mitigate the situation, Wrecker resorts to unconventional methods.

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Grogu meets the Bad Batch!

Part of a series where Grogu meets various characters he would never come across in canon.

Once more, Clone Force 99 is thrown into an adventure entirely unrelated to their current objective. When their ship crashes on Tatooine, they are about to discover to whom they now owe their lives. The more pressing issue, however, is that they now have to somehow deal with an infant of an unknown species and find adequate help repairing their ship in the middle of nowhere. Omega and Wrecker are delighted, Hunter has a headache, Crosshair does not care, Tech is distracted by adding another entry to his datapad's creature base, and Echo just wants to strangle them all.