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behind the mask

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Nala Se: [hands Omega to Hunter]

Hunter: This is a little sister

Nala Se: Yes

Hunter: A little sister who hugs people

Nala Se: Yes

Hunter: Is the little sister going to help?

Nala Se: If you don't want her, give her back

Hunter, hugging her: No, my little sister

Nala Se: Then she helps

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imagine tech's goggles slipping as you're going down on him~

gif credit: @nahoney22

content: blowjob (obv), hair pulling, slight gagging

THIS POST CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DNI

Imagine tech's goggles are slipping off as you're sucking him off and him frantically trying to push them back up.

Gripping at your hair with a shaky hand as he gulps down a choked cry.

It's just so, so damn good. You've somehow perfected making him whimper and beg for you, praying for any release from his merciful deity.

He forces his eyes back into his sockets when they threaten to roll back, looking down at you from underneath the console. He was trying to work, at least until you decided this task would be much more fun for the both of you, and he tenderly smooths your hair down and looks at you with soft eyes.

It's hard to see, however, with the way his goggles keep shifting out of place.

He quickly pushes them up the bridge of his nose to get a more instant view and flashes you a warm grin, his hand lowering as he runs a thumb over your cheek.

"You're too good to me, cyare," He compliments. Mouth still filled to the brim with his cock, you try to smile, but it's only conveyed well through the crinkle of the corners of your eyes. With that, you take him a little deeper, a hand still loosely wrapped around his base and your lips loosen around him. His head thumps against the back of his seat with a low, breathy groan.

He can feel the way you relax your throat, how your body limps against him while he feels you take him further into your mouth, getting closer and closer to breaching the top of your throat. All he can do is shut his eyes tight and swallow down a large wad of spit, his hand gripping locks of your hair. When you squeal with delight, he gazes down again.

You lock eyes, both equally wide, but he carries a mischievous smirk over those soft lips.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asks, adding your name for further effect.

You sit there, deer in headlights for a long moment before nodding slowly, careful to keep his cock in your mouth.

He lets out a low groan, more controlled than before. Slowly, as if testing the waters (though he's already seen results that you enjoy), he tugs on your hair again, and you let out a muffled moan on his cock, the vibrations shivering through him.

His head falls forward and he tugs again, pushing your head back onto him fully. You get back to work immediately as he requests it through his body language; eyes brimming with tears of concentration, the tip of his cock slips in further, grazing the top of your throat, but barely. It borderlines an inch as your hand trails away from his base and to his two perfectly round balls, placing a steady hand underneath them and caressing the sensitive skin with the pad of a finger as you let him hit the beginning of your throat.

The moment you gag slightly on him, he's completely gone.

His back hunches over and he almost completely forgets about his goggles; they catch themselves looped around his neck and fall to his chest before they can land on you. With a loud groan, he releases a large loud of his cum into your mouth. You stutter, but don't pull away; you retain absolute focus, slowly swallowing drop by drop, pulling away with lingering white trails on your lips after a long moment.

The site is incredibly satisfying.

You are completely blissed out and ruined, all from giving him pleasure.

Tech pulls you up by the shoulders, and though he's unable to see very well, he's able to mesh your lips together in a searing kiss. He can taste himself, the salty substance still over your lips. He laps it up, softly pulling you closer and onto his lap before you pull away to catch your breath.

His eyes stay closed while you giggle incessantly over him. You can't contain how cocky you are to get him so riled up.

When he finally opens his eyes, blinking hard, you grab his goggles for him, slowly placing them back on his face firmly. Your hands drift down once they're back in place and hold his cheeks softly, trailing your thumb over his bottom lip.

"You think you can put them on tighter next time?"

dividers by @saradika

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My sadness towards Season 3 of the Bad Batch being the final season actually has nothing to do with the show. I'll of course be bummed to not get anymore new Batch content, but I actually think this sets them up to end on a high note, and @cross-my-heartt posted a great visual of 3 act stories to further argue that a third season finale sets us up for a very satisfying ending.

No, my sadness comes from the fact that as of right now, April 2023, we don't have any new clone content in the works. Based off of past patterns, it's very likely we won't have anything confirmed until after TBB season 3, similar to how TBB wasn't announced until after the finale of The Clone Wars, and I'm having a really hard time with that reality.

I love the clones. I think they are the highest potential characters in Star Wars with how many possible stories they have and have the most dynamic character possibilities. I think there could be a whole TCW show that's just clone arcs (TBB could have their own TCW show). There could be a whole show on Rex and Echo getting clones out. Give me the clones in the Empire. Give me the clones in the rebellion. Give me clones post Empire.

I'm really struggling with accepting the possibility that we could be done with clones and that's really making my heart hurt today

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As always I will hold firm that this blog is a space for positivity while welcoming constructive criticisms of media. I’m a firm believer you can enjoy a media while still accepting it’s flaws/not vibing with an episode/not vibe with some writing choices etc.

I have a lot of emotions swirling in my brain after the Bad Batch panel at Star Wars celebration.

The panel started off with a montage recap of season 2, and I became so emotional watching it. It reminded how much I really loved this season and how beautiful it was cinematically, the development we got with the characters (got extra teary when they showed Crosshair shoot Nolan and the audience erupted, my man deserves all the flowers 😭😭😭), and wonderful development with the story of the clones and the empire.

There was a lot of focus in the beginning of the panel on Omega's development from Season 1 to Season 2 along with her development through Season 2, and her view of what's right and what's wrong being challenged like every child when they experience that everything is not right and just, and it was really heartwarming to watch Michelle talk so passionately about Omega. It's clear she loves this character and is so excited to bring her light to life in the galaxy. I also thought it was interesting when she and Athena (a producer) brought up the fact that Omega is actually older than the batchers, and as much as we view it as "over protective older brothers", Athena and Michelle made the distinction that it's actually "over protective older sister", and that gave me a major perspective switch to her character and her need to put herself in danger regarding the Batch that I hadn't thought about before. I think this realllllly plays into the now very talked about moment in the trailer (that I haven't watched yet) with Crosshair saying "I'm not like them" to Omega - I 10000% believe this is Crosshair, mr. wicked-observant-perceptive-sniper, pushing Omega away because he knows she'll put herself in danger for them and Crosshair genuinely believing he's not worthy of being considered a Batcher anymore and not worthy of her dedication. Someone fucking sedate me and my emotions regarding this pixelated man

Dee saying "I'm very excited by the screws that are turning, the wheels that are grinding, as this story plays out in all of its interesting ways in particular around Crosshair" gave me the air under my wings I need to get me to 2024.

Now, I'm someone who when I watch panels like this, I analyze every smirk and smile and frown and eye glimmer when a spoiler topic comes up, so let's get into when Tech came up (putting under the cut because this is getting long and some people may not want to see Tech conversation yet).

Michelle: stuttered through her whole answer, not in a "overcome with emotions can't talk way" (although she did get choked up initially talking about it which ugh love ya babe 💖) but it came off as she didn't really know what she could say in the moment. "Ok no he doesn't come back in this episode, at least", big pause before "at least"

Dee: probably the most convincing that Tech's gone. Even tone throughout, passionate (for Dee) talk about saying goodbye to this character. Got emotional at the end. BUT THEN when he discusses Tech and Phee's dynamic later in the panel, is all present tense

Jennifer: Got very emotional. Couldn't finish her explanation. Brought on the emphasis of Omega's perspective and Hunter's worst nightmare. Used the word "definitive" a couple times. Had spent other moments in the panel previously talking about how "every time they got involved with the Empire, it didn't end well"

Brad: More emphasis on what happenen when the Batch tangled with the Empire, and Tarkin being the ultimate Empire force at the time. Intercepted by Dee, a lot of finality speak

So, after watching that moment a few times now, I still stand firm that, until the end credits of the series role and no body is returned, Tech will come back, but I will admit that watching the panel brought my assuredness down from 90% to 50%. Unless that entire panel are the best actors and phenomenal at not giving any tells, it was hard to grasp onto hope that Tech will come back after watching that. Which brings me to my criticism

If Tech is actually dead, and the OG 4 Batch are not reunited before the end of Season 3 aka the end of the series, then that will leave a sour taste in my mouth with the series as a whole. Genuinely Season 3 could be the Crosshair show and it would not save the series from my overall opinion if the OG 4 are not together and then the whole Batch family have their conclusion.

I want to be very clear, that conclusion could be all 5 of them chilling on Pabu together (although I think Echo is going to end with being part of the rebellion) or it could be that all of them fall fighting the empire in a blaze of glory together - which I admit seems more likely with the ongoing theme of "they're not just soldiers but they can't get away from it, and every time they engage with the Empire it doesn't end well for them, but now it's personal" - but either way, if it's all of the Batch together I don't care how it ends. I also want to be very clear that I will still love the series and I will still rave about them and blog about them in a positive light, but I will have a very hard time at the conclusion of the series if this doesn't happen.

It narratively and logically makes no sense to me to introduce the Batch as they did in TCW to have them separated within the first 60 minutes of their own series and have a focus be on how out of synch they are when they're not all together, to then continue to separate them with absolutely no sense of closure. It makes no sense to me to emphasize their brotherhood and their sibling dynamic more than any other clone squadron, even the dominos, and that emphasis be really put on Crosshair (after rewatching TCW arc, ALOT of the typical sibling moments are between Crosshair and another batcher. He is the sibling focal point in that arc and "Aftermath") to have him be ripped away from them and never have that reunion with one of his original brothers. It makes no sense to me to have Tech be the one to stand up to Hunter and declare Crosshair as still their brother and they need to go get him to have him then be killed off in a very flat way to not have that reunion moment.

Admittedly, I fell in love with the Batch because of their dynamic in TCW arc, and I expected there to be changes through their series, that's what character development is for. I also admit that the hope that the OG 4 would be reunited kept me coming back each week, which then resulted in me just being hooked and attached in general as I grew to love each batcher, especially Echo and his dynamic with the squad too. But if Tech is really dead, I am just so confused as to why they'd take what hooked so many people on the Batch as a whole and throw it out the window.

With all of this said, I completely recognize that I'm not the creator(s) of this show and I'm not making the decisions, so if the OG 4 reuniting is not an end result, then I may not agree with it but it's not my decision and I still love and appreciate what they've given to/will give us.

So, we obviously have awhile until 2024, and I will be gobbling up every crumb they throw at us as the season comes closer. It is more than likely that by the time the season comes around, I will be emotionally feral and unhinged living in an AU la la land. I am so so excited to see how they conclude this story and very hopeful for what they have in store. Until those end credits role, I will hang onto the hope that the OG 4 + Echo + Omega will be together again, and I'll happily strap in for whatever ride they throw us on.

But please, please, please bring the OG dynamic back.

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Theory:

Clone Force 99, Omega, and Emerie Karr are the 6 Null ARCs embryos that "died" from Republic Commando.

Note: This post will be connected to another theory post I'm writing about Palpatine's failures in cloning.

Proof:

1. CF99 refused Order 66. Crosshair shot Lt. Nolan. Emerie helped release Crosshair. We don't even need to talk about Omega.

Null ARCs are well known to be independent thinkers and resistant to command.

From Wookipedia:

When the Kaminoans began cloning, they produced twelve prototypes, designated as Null-class Advanced Recon Commandos. Their extreme physiological modifications killed half of the prototypes during gestation. The "enhancements" to the Fett genome handicapped the survivors with erratic behavior and an inclination toward disobedience, making their loyalties unpredictable. Kal Skirata, a Mandalorian warrior who had been brought to Kamino to assist in the training of a special unit, concurred with the Kaminoans' rationale behind "modified" troopers; an "unaltered" Jango Fett was not the ideal infantry soldier. Disappointed with the unsatisfactory results of their wayward creations, the Kaminoans deemed 12 of the first 100 prototypes complete failures and intended to kill them

They're also very loyal to those who are loyal to them.

Other regular commandos followed Order 66.

2. In Republic Commando, the Kaminoan scientist Orun Wa created the Null ARCs. This is what he said about them:

Highly intelligent, deviant, disturbed—and uncommandable.

In Season 1, Episode 1, Tech says this when AZI says they're defective clones:

We're more deviant than defective.

3. The living Null ARCs numbers and the "dead" Null ARC embryos' numbers.

N-5 ("Prudii")

N-6 ("Kom'rk")

N-7 ("Mereel")

N-10 ("Jaing")

N-11 ("Ordo")

N-12 ("A'den")

Missing are Ns 1-4, and Ns 8 & 9.

Clone Force 99s designations are likely CT-9901-9904. We know that Crosshair is CT-9904. They are Ns 1-4, respectively.

Omega is N-9. She's the last experimental clone Nala Se took for her experimental unit.

That leaves Emerie Karr as N-8.

4. Omega is a defective clone, and it has nothing to do with her being an unaltered clone.

Nala Se also says she's a defective clone to Tarkin. She specifically tells him that five genetically defective clones are all that remain. This excludes Echo. He wasn't genetically defective. This also excludes Emerie Karr. She's with Dr. Hemlock by this point in time.

If Omega is one of the Null ARCs, she wasn't created unaltered. She was created with accelerated aging like all the others.

Her accelerated aging is broken. She's not older than the rest of CF99. She's the same age.

I suspect she started out aging rapidly, like 99. That was Omega's genetic defect. She remembers everyone else in the tubes but being outside of them herself.

Omega was an experiment too. Nala Se figured out how to turn off accelerated aging to keep her from aging too fast.

This also mirrors Republic Commando. The Kaminoans at one point knew how to slow aging. Kina Ha is proof of that. She was engineered for long hyperspace journeys, but those never came to pass. That particular trait wasn't really needed anymore after that and was abandoned.

Slowing down the aging of clones isn't a good idea for the Kaminoans financially, after all. You want your buyers to keep buying.

(I also find it interesting that both Nala Se and Ko Sai had hidden underwater research labs).

All of Ko Sai's research was destroyed by Ordo (to Ko Sai's knowledge, anyway. They kept a copy). Nala Se's research would have been destroyed with Kamino, except a living copy remains. Omega.

Omega only appears unaltered because her broken genetic defect was fixed.

Nala Se theoretically knows how to slow/stop aging, and Omega is a genetic template for that.

5. Probably the flimsiest proof. Delta Squad exists in canon.

It's not out of the question to believe that Omega Squad and the Null ARCs could be pulled into canon as well.

I'm personally interested to see if Bo-Katan gathers any Legends Mandalorian clans. If any Clan Skirata members show up that could help this theory.

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Things in this image that incapacitate me:

The sheer amount of pockets that Tech has managed to affix to his person

Echo realizing he forgot to pick up his kama from the dry cleaners last week

*ahem* the STRAP that is a mere INCH from Hunter’s *ahem* junk (I am melting)

Omega’s wrist wrap matches Hunter’s

The fact that ALL of them (Wrecker not pictured, but included) have opted to forgo the codpiece option because now that they’re free men, they need quick dick access

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AU where every time your heart breaks, a gold crack appears on your skin, like kintsugi pottery.

By the time of TBB rolls around, Rex never takes his clothes off in front of anybody, because his skin is covered in criss crossing gold cracks.

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Hassidriss ‘Ashes’ Spring 2019 Haute Couture Collection

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I work in a library, and books pass me by everyday. Many times it’s just a robotic motion that I go through. I catalog them then they go out for people to read. Today, I chose a book to catalog and flipped to read the synopsis inside, and these quotes were what I saw. The first one is mostly what I wanted to share, it made me think of our beloved clones in Star Wars. Each one started as a number then one by one they created their own personas, names, became individuals. Just a little analysis/food for thought/library thoughts.

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star wars is so fucking stupid, I love it

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I’m a fanfic writer. All I know is “furrowed brow” and too many commas.

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Finally this pose is getting the recognition it deserves! I thought I was a loner in thinking this should be illegal, so glad we’re on the same page @photogirl894 !

HUNTER in The Bad Batch 1.09 BOUNTY LOST

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Remembering Omega

She only pieced together her childhood - or what passed for one - later.

Children didn’t remember things. Children rarely remembered places, either, or features, their minds twisting objects and beings until the tops of their heads touched the sky and their eyes glowed down like yellow lamps, unblinking and uncaring.

But children did remember feelings.

Her first memory is of cold. Darkness. They combined into something tangible, something pressing and present and absent. She remembers how it had sunk into her bones and made something in her chest sharp and stabbing. She remembers that it felt empty. Empty of something she couldn’t really understand, and though she had no reason to think that this wasn’t normal, it felt out of place all the same.

Her second memory is of absence. It was the first time she was able to recognize anguish, tearing at her throat and constricting her airway, and panic, and pain. She wasn’t cold anymore because she was so hot, her blood galloping through her veins and boiling, salty, liquid something dripped down her cheeks and seared her eyes. She remembers a wild need for something, for someone, a hand to cover hers or arms to bundle her up in or even just a voice, and it wouldn’t matter what the voice said so long as she could recognize that maybe there was someone there, and maybe she wasn’t the only one here. She remembers her skin prickling, prickling, prickling, because she’s cold again and there’s some primordial, primal demand for another living being to touch her.

Her third memory is of distance. She was used to the watchful one by now, used to the way it moved and how its features never betrayed any of its thoughts, a mask that she was too inexperienced to see through. But even when the watchful one watched her, even when it spoke, told her to stay still, she never felt seen. When the respected one and the one in the middle, the one who visited, came to see the watchful one and seemed so urgent about when, they looked at her like a puzzle, like an anomaly, like something that wasn’t supposed to be here. She knew they talked about her, but not one of them ever turned and bent their elegant bodies down to her, looked in her eyes and said some kind of something that made a piece fall into place that she was….something. Alive. Okay. She didn’t know the word loved until later, and for her it was defined as the opposite of how unreachable the watchful one’s eyes were.

Her fourth memory is of lost, and of the moments when lost seemed not quite. The world had gotten bigger, like it had simply blinked into existence, and the watchful one had opened the door and sent her away in the care of a strange floaty thing, with shiny limbs and a shiny voice that wobbled with panic whenever she took a step the wrong way. She remembered how bright the lights were, a glowing, constant white that bordered on iridescence and hurt when she looked at them too long. They stabbed somewhere within her skull like an afterthought, a silent kind of pain that didn’t yield until she learned to avert her eyes and keep her head down. She remembered how noisy it had seemed, how her footsteps faded into the endless white hallways. To someone who’s only ever heard silence, even hush is loud.

She remembered her first face, other than the watchful one and the respected one and the one who visited, and how warm its colors had seemed against the stark white corridors. It was tall, but compact, and sturdy, its eyes were confused, but it seemed like asylum when it scooped her up. Its arms were solid and warm and it cradled her head against its chest while it moved, and it clicked something into place. It wasn’t love, but it was something that set a few seconds aside to care, and the warmth in its concern wrapped around her like a blanket and made everything seem okay.

She remembered her second face, and this one was older, its back beginning to stoop and lines sinking into its face like stories untold, and its mouth curved when it looked at her. It knelt down and held her hand and asked her questions she didn’t understand, but it was kindness, and that was new too. She remembered the windows, when the endless white had found an end, and she remembered the cool of glass. She remembered the rain, and that the seal on the window must have been faulty. The kind one had put a work-gnarled hand on her shoulder and let her reach out to drag the ends of her tiny fingertips across the condensation, leaving trails that said I am here. It was the only here that had ever stopped to acknowledge her, the only thing that changed when she moved, like she was worth paying attention to.

Most of all, she remembered her third face, her fourth, her fifth, her sixth, glowing as tiny little lights back in the watchful one’s dark. The others started asking about it, started coming through the door from the world and pointing at the four little lights and saying when. She remembered learning that when got smaller slowly, and the respected one was never happy about it. The one who visited came to say would, and to say this, and to both of them the watchful one’s reply was always will. But every time the respected one came to say when, the four little lights would get a little bit bigger, until she could find herself in their tiny faces and tiny fingers and hope that their four little lights would make the dark a little less.

For now, the four little lights floated oblivious, asleep, maybe, and maybe when they woke up they’d get to stay. For now, they were together, and she remembered something calm settle in her core like how the waves stilled when the rain stopped. The kind one had picked her up and called it the ocean, before the watchful one could see them. He’d pointed, showing her how the funny flying creatures brought their littles to play between the pylons that held the city above the water.

At the end of the when, the four little lights turned off. One of them was bigger than the others, and one of them had a thick thatch of shadow-dark on his head that the watchful one didn’t seem to understand. One of them had a sharper face, carved out of focused intensity, and the smallest one curled in on himself like he was trying to shut out the world. The watchful one gave them numbers, nine-nine, nine-nine, nine-nine, nine-nine, like they were always meant to be together, and something clawed at her stomach when she realized that no one had ever given her one.

Instead, the shiny one zoomed up with its shiny limbs and its shiny voice, intent on a somewhere, and she didn’t want to go, didn’t want to take her eyes off of the four little nine-nines, afraid that they would disappear as simply and finally as a mirage if she looked away.

She only pieced together her childhood - or what passed for one - later.

It took time for her to understand her scraps of memory and feeling, lost without concept or context. She didn’t realize there was a cavernous, empty space she was lost in until she wasn’t anymore, like the way the vents were always loudest in the seconds after they’d just turned off. How do you place isolation, when you’ve been alone your whole life? How do you understand love, when all you’ve ever found is apathy?

She remembered alone, because she never had someone else to be alone with.

She remembered wrong, everything wrong, because there had never been anyone to tell her that she was right.

Now, everyone had a name. She recognized the watchful one, the respected one, the one who visited, and the kind one and the shiny one, who always blurted it in her ear with his shiny voice. For a while, she didn’t understand the identification in these strings of syllables, how they could mean everything, how you would be recognized and explained in a breath. Nala Se, Lama Su, Taun We, Ninety-nine, AZI-345211896246498721347.

She didn’t have a name, because what was there to define her?

She was the last.

Nala Se called her Omega.

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eeeeek so I opened Tumblr this morning to a giant pile of notifications and FREAKED OUT. Stupid sloppy grin, excited lil bouncing, all of it. Thank y’all so much for making my day, and probably my week too (by the way, @isaakandreyevs, you’re incredible and I love you).

Anyway, TBB today! I confess I don’t write with them as much as I should, but I got stuck on Omega’s childhood memories. I have discovered that it is REALLY HARD. Like, it’s not supposed to make sense to her, but it has to make sense to you, and my brain is so twisted up right now it should be in Cirque du Soleil.

Let me know what you want to see next! I’m thinking my best boys in the 501st, but suggestions would be more than welcome.

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Sleepless Nights (Crosshair x OC)

Summary: After being left on Kamino, Crosshair managed to come across Arya, a Mandalorian with a secret connecting her to the sniper. They have been traveling the galaxy aimlessly trying to discover their place together.

Pairings: Crosshair x OC

OC Description: Arya is still a work in progress OC I basically have her armor and eyes mapped out but they don’t really appear here, her name in different languages mean either “faithful friend” or “lioness”

TW: None that I’m aware of?

Notes: I am in the works of creating a Crosshair fanfiction with these two, and I had this idea I needed to get down. If anyone has any ideas of how to make it better I am all ears.

It was another sleepless night, many of them had been sleepless since they had left Kamino. Arya kept count, it had been about four months since she and Crosshair unofficially became a squad of two, plus a droid they’d acquired on one of their refueling stops.

With a huff, she swung her legs out of her bunk and sat on the ledge for a moment, letting her toes meet the cool metal. She looked up seeing Crosshair gone from his bunk yet again, probably up in the cockpit. Often times, they were both restless, each tossing and turning aimlessly until sleep decided to grace them. She never knew why he was, but she was restless because she heard him and just wasn’t used to everything yet.

Grabbing her blanket, she wrapped it around her shoulders, quietly padding her way to the cockpit. There he was, just lounging and watching the streaks of hyperspace whiz past. In this dim light he looked at peace but there was always that ever present sadness in his features.

“Are you just going to stand there?” His voice showed it’s usual tone of annoyance but there was a hint of tiredness that coated it. Constantly going was starting to affect the stamina he was usually able to uphold.

“Do you ever sleep?” Arya walked over, standing beside his chair. Pulling her blanket around herself tighter she leaned against the chair for support.“You know it might help with the attitude.”

“Hmph.” He twirled the toothpick in his mouth. “It’s different, sleeping with someone else. I was always use to three bodies, then a fourth, then they were gone.” He trailed off. “Then there were three more now just one, I haven’t slept well since…I can’t remember when.”

It was true. There were times where he would miss the loud snores from Wrecker and occasional yawns from Echo. One time he even found himself waiting for the silent taps of Tech’s fingers to begin as he laid in his bunk. None of that ever came, and it made him restless. Where were they? Did they turn back to get him?

Arya frowned. “Cross-“

“Don’t pity me,” Crosshair warned. “I chose this, I chose to stay behind.” He all but snarled as he put a hand to his head. When he was too sudden with his movements or with his outbursts is when it would hurt the most.

“I was going to say, change is very hard. I know what it feels like to be in a routine then get pushed out of it.” Arya reached her hand out, putting it on his shoulder. This was the first time she realized he wasn’t in his armor, just his blacks. “The headaches are becoming more frequent.”

“I know, you’re perceptive aren’t you?”

“We should find you help, there’s only so much I can do with a med patch and pain capsules.” Her voice became gentle as she steadily moved her hand to his neck, feeling the tension. “Crosshair, you need to remove it.” She coaxed.

His eyes were closed as her hand met his skin. It was an odd sensation, one that he rarely ever felt. If he could have he would’ve shoved her away, but in the moment he reached his arm out, wrapping it around her waist to pull her closer. Vulnerability was not his strong suit but when it came to her, she made him open up without trying. One thing about Arya he knew was that she was so patient with him even when he was such a pain.

She was a gentle person with the strongest heart and she could take him down in a shooting contest. He’d never admit to it but if anything were to happen to her, there would be bloodshed. His forehead rested against her stomach, feeling it move as she inhaled and exhaled. “Stay right here, for awhile longer.” His silent plea reached her ears.

“Always.”

Inhaling sharply, Crosshair made yet another choice. He pulled Arya into his lap and encased her within his arms, burying his face into her neck. Her scent was always intoxicating, he’d come to love it and being this close, it allowed him to memorize it so anytime the smell passed his senses it would remind him of Arya. This was the most intimate he’d ever been with anyone really. She was a stranger yet she felt so familiar to him because they were together for months.

“You were right.” Crosshair said as he brought a hand to her cheek, sighing. “I should seek help.”

“Like I said, the headaches-“ she was unable to finish since he reached up and covered her mouth with his hand. The warmth that radiated off of him was comforting, even if he was dressed in his blacks that regulating body temperature. With a huff against his hand, Arya rolled her eyes as she looked at him, tilting her head to the side to listen to him.

“You talk too much, smarty. I was going to say I should seek help to find out why I’m falling for you.” He breathed and raised his head, meeting her eyes as he did so.

As she looked at him there was a softness in those whiskey brown eyes that she’d never seen before. He was giving her a part of him, one of the bravest things he could do. “For me?” She double checked.

“Yeah, you.” With a single nod he slouched down further into the chair, bringing her closer. “Problem?”

“No.” Her answer was merely a whisper as she let the confession turn over in her mind.

“Good,” Crosshair confirmed with a nod as he watched her. He noticed the sides of her lips turned up a little and she relaxed more into his embrace.

“I’m falling for you too, attitude and all.” She smiled. That earned her scoff as he removed the toothpick from his mouth once again.

“Smarty, you are going to get it one of these days,” he warned, but this time there wasn’t a harshness behind it. No, he was playing with her. Leaning forward, her grasped her chin between his fingers and brought her face closer. “My attitude is what makes you love me. As yours makes me love you.”

“What if I like your hands or your eyes more and not your attitude?” She challenged.

“I can show you a thing or two.” He said before brushing his lips against hers. “After all, you and I, we’re alone. There wouldn’t be any interruptions for what I have planned.” He smirked. “All you have to do is say yes.”

As her deep blue eyes stared back into his eyes a smile graced her lips, causing the flecks of green to sparkle more than usual. “Yes.”