#oc joan vo

[masterjedilenawrites]

🌟 The fun thing about clone battalions having assigned numbers is that there's (usually) a calendar date to match them. I've decided to shower some attention on our favorite clone battalions this year by writing a little something-something for them on their corresponding dates 💜

Though this may not be popular, I'm starting off with my OC clone unit: the 116th Battalion. I've mentioned them a few times in The Sniper & the Medic and in anon conversations about OCs. I've been wanting to put more of them onto paper, so to speak, and January 16th gives me a fun excuse to do so!

OCs: 116th & Joan Vo | 1.4k words

Content: references to blood and death

The 116th

"Prepare to jump." Commander Crowe's voice echoed around the bridge and his men immediately fell into position, quietly and efficiently. Like a well-oiled machine. Crowe may have been known to sport hairy legs and flip-flops on his days off, but his authority was not to be messed with while on duty. There'd be time enough for everyone to have their personalities later, after the mission was over.

"Coordinates set for -401.72, -561.84, 004.32," confirmed the battalion pilot, R.J.

"Ready to jump into hyperspeed, on your command," nodded R.J.'s co-pilot, Diver.

Crowe let a brief, dramatic moment pass before saying, "Jump." It was his favorite thing to do, though he'd never admit it to a soul.

Stars stretched into dazzling streaks across the viewport as the Valiant cut through them. They'd have about an hour before reaching the rest of the battalion stationed outside of Batuu. The data they'd recovered from a grounded CIS craft on Malastare could then be transmitted back to Coruscant for further analysis.

But the data chip wasn't the only thing they'd be bringing back with them. Crowe couldn't help but glance over at the young woman who sat in one of the tactician chairs, clothes stained with the blood of its previous owner. The shiny, Brig, hadn't even been in the role two full rotations before getting blown to smithereens. Crowe blamed himself for not checking for booby traps on that CIS cruiser before sending the young hotshot in. And this woman blamed herself for not being able to stitch him back together in time.

"What do you make of her?"

A soft voice came up beside him, Jedi General Rhee. Crowe grunted in acknowledgement.

"She's alright," he responded, not wanting to commit to an opinion one way or the other. Not yet.

She was not the first stray they'd picked up. Far from it. No matter where they went, on a mission, in the thick of a battlefield, even on R&R, they always seemed to attract whatever sad, lost, and lonely being was around, from Tookas to orphans to escaped slaves. They'd shelter the poor things for a bit and then help them find a home elsewhere. Though Crowe was pretty sure there was still a porg being secretly kept on one of the other ships.

This woman, Joan Vo, was a little different. For one, she hadn't begged to come aboard. Hadn't tried to strike any deals or use the sad puppy in the rain tactic that others had done. No, she simply stated it. Demanded it, even. And for another, she seemed equally determined to stay. Become part of the crew. Crowe wasn't sure what the legalities were with such a thing. The Republic would get their fair share of civilian volunteers, but they were often in administrative or training roles, not as an active combat medic.

All that to say, Crowe didn't know what to make of her. And he wasn't about to get attached to something he didn't understand.

"She has heart," Rhee was saying. The Jedi's gentle voice just barely managed to recapture Crowe's attention from his confused thoughts. "The boys need some of that, after all the hell they've been through these past few cycles."

Crowe only grunted again. He supposed he was right. They'd been on very punishing back-to-back missions that had lost more brothers than expected. Though he wasn't sure what this lady would be able to do about it. There were things not even a doctor could heal.

She seemed to sense they were looking at her. She promptly rose from the chair and came over.

"Dr. Vo." Rhee extended his hand, not having been properly introduced yet.

"Please, call me Joan," she said, taking his hand. Her voice was low and raspy, as if she'd been shouting all day. Which, Crowe knew, she had not. She had remained calmed and assertive throughout all the horrors they'd faced on that cruiser.

"And you may call me Rhee," smiled the Jedi. The 116th was very loose with their names, rarely ever using titles unless they were around other units or Republic leaders. Even then, Rhee insisted on being called General Rhee as his last name was far too difficult to pronounce for most.

"I understand you wish to join the battalion," Rhee continued as they dropped hands. "We would be honored to have such a courageous spirit among our ranks."

"We already have a medical team." A new voice joined the little circle they'd created at the back of the bridge. Captain Civic, Crowe's righthand. The solider was opposite to Crowe in every way, which was saying something considering that Crowe himself had quite a dueling personality. Where Crowe had a laidback, "live-and-let-live" demeanor in his downtime, Civic was much more concerned with the status quo and all the "shoulds" and "should nots" that came with it. But on a battlefield, Crowe held his ground while Civic improvised. Crowe was competitive; Civic was civil.

The list could keep running on, but despite all the differences, the two brothers were tight-knit, leading their men in a united effort. There was only one other clone whom Crowe was so completely bonded with, but they were assigned different battalions. Civic was his true brother in arms.

Joan didn't seem put off by Civic and his disapproval suddenly showing up to the conversation. "But you didn't bring them with you today," she countered. She crossed her arms over her chest, not-so-subtly drawing attention to the fact there was still blood all over it.

"They were needed elsewhere," Civic responded cooly.

"And I'm not. I am an additional resource."

Civic already had his mouth open for another retort but Rhee wisely stepped in before things got out of hand.

"And we are very grateful for your generosity," he said with another kind smile. "Now, it will be some time before we join the rest of the fleet. Allow me to show you to refreshers so you can get cleaned up. Civic will make sure a room gets prepared for your stay as well."

The Jedi gave the Captain a knowing look as he ushered Joan to walk away with him.

Civic waited until the two got out of sight before letting out a frustrated huff.

"Don't know what you're so upset about," Crowe chuckled lowly. "She doesn't strike me as the type to steal your socks."

He was referring to a pretty Twi'lek girl they'd once rescued from a nasty old Baron. All the boys had been smitten with her, until they realized she'd been stealing odd things from them all.

Civic's mouth only deepened in its frown. "I'd rather deal with petty theft."

"Than what?"

"Exactly. We don't know what this chick's MO is. What civvy in their right mind would demand to work with the GAR on the frontlines? She's either crazy, or she's up to something."

Crowe agreed that it was odd, and that he didn't like not understanding what this woman was about. But so revealed another difference between him and Civic. To him, this was an intriguing mystery that needed to play itself out. He was content to simply keep an eye on her and nothing else.

Civic, on the other hand, was lining her up in his scope, ready to fire at the first sign of maliciousness. Crowe almost felt sorry for the girl, if he didn't believe she could handle it. Of the few things he knew about Joan so far, she wasn't phased by much.

"Well, like it or not, she's here to stay," he clapped him on the shoulder. "We'll just have to make do."

Crowe hid a smile as his words predictably got Civic all worked up.

"Make do? Make do?" The poor clone was practically hyperventilating at such a notion. "What if she's plotting to overtake control of the fleet, use our forces against the rest of the garrison? What if she kills us in our sleep? Or what if she's just crazy and still kills us in our sleep?"

Crowe just shook his head and left Civic standing on the bridge with more of his what-if scenarios. Only time would tell what Dr. Joan Vo was up to. In the meantime, Crowe needed a shower. He'd just realized that he, too, was still covered in the blood of their fallen brother.

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1: Describe the plot of your current WIPs in a single sentence each.

In the order they appear at the top of my WIP spreadsheet, not by progress level/start date: 

Bad-idea Hickey/Crozier blowjobs culminating in moral censure.

Mad Men Screwfly Solution AU culminating in everybody but Peggy being dead.

Dryden Vos loves femdom and Qi’ra loves seducing him by kicking the shit out of him.

Megan/Ginsberg fic where Megan’s a disaffected space tourist on a moon resort and Ginsberg helps her piss off her husband.

Don Draper gives Lane Pryce a blowjob when they’re both miserable NOT HOMOSEXUAL JUST DIVORCED! messes and then pretends it didn’t happen. Jared Harris is getting a lot of action in my WIPs I guess.

HBO!Beatty/Montag with no plot and gay forbidden poetry reading.

Stan, Ginsberg, and Bob look after Joan’s baby for a weekend and lose their collective minds. 

5: Which OC deserved better?

The guy from Minneapolis who tried to pick up Pete Campbell in A Little Dab’ll Do Ya definitely deserved better than getting ghosted by a seemingly interested guy OR than Pete Campbell. 

14: How long does it take you to write 500 words on a good day? On a bad one?

On a good day, I can get that done within an hour, but if it’s not happening with a fic then it can literally take six months of intermittent work to get there.

19: What does your editing/revising process look like?

Continual editing as I write + a final few passes of revising and rereading when I’m done. Ctrl-f for stray [square brackets used to mark phrases or canon details I’m not sure of. Come up with a title and post.

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Thank you!

And yesss i love the idea of a jedi trained under THE Mace Windu yet they cant be taken seriously due to how inexperience they are on the bettle field

Like maybe dispite them being inexperience the clones love them because they truly care for the clones and are very loyal to them they have a heart of a jedi but not that of a general maybe this Jedi knows something isn't right about this war and always gets this sick feeling in their stomach when they are around Anakin but they can't figure out why maybe they try to go for a diplomatic route in most situations but that backfires

I just love the idea of this Jedi just not beinh cutout for war that is not what they signed up for

I want to know about the medic Clone! Pleas tell me more

And yes! That's where my other OC comes in clone CT-9420 otherwise known as Bull lead commander and right hand of Broco of unit 604 Bull is a hardass and takes no bullcrap hence the name he believes there shouldn't be no short cuts to doing things the mission must always be accomplished his color is dark pink along with his unit I like to imagine him and Cody get along great and are actually quite close he cares for Rex but they do bicker about how to run their squad Bull just thinks the 501s need more discipline. So they won't act on impulse and so they won't die that is always Bull's main goal none of his brothers dying Bull is also close with the wolfpack and Fox although he worrys for Fox sanity

Yes Broco survives Order 66 Anakin may have turned to the dark side because of Broco I imagine Padme does call quits with Anakin and confesses to Broco her feelings and Broco for the first time in his life acts impulsively and accepts to being with her during that time Broco trys to tell Anakin but he is to angry and hurt about Padme it isn't until ROTS when picking a new Jedi master they call both Anakin and Broco they of course pick Broco but he declines the offer making everyone shocked Broco reveals he broke the jedi code and fell in love and has been in a relationship with Padme (cue Obi-wan shocked AF face) and that he resigned from being a Jedi he then leaves not unil being confronted by Anakin who is hurt and Pissed Broco tells Anakin that him and Padme never did anything while she was with him it was only until she broke up with Anakin then they started there Relatonship and that he has been trying to tell Anakin for a while Broco soon also reveals that Padme is pregnant with Anakin's kids and that they don't have to hate each other they could work things out to come with him and Padme they could all three talk that there is a solution of course Anakin doesn't listen he is too angry to hurt too heartbroken this is the moment he snaps

In my version Padme stays alive along with Broco and they escape with Obi-wan Broco trys to take Bull with him but Bull is too far gone so him and Padme change their names and raise Luke and Leia in secret afraid Anakin will find them

Well I’m sold! I like this new Jedi you’re helping me create lol. So he trained under Windu, everyone had high expectations for him but because he’s not cut out for war, he feels like he’s failing them. His clones love him, but he can’t quite connect with his fellow Jedi generals, let alone the Senate and any other leaders. He struggles with acid reflux because of his anxiety, which only grows the longer the war goes on…. I’ll just need to think of a good name for him now 🥰

I’ll put the rest under the cut since this post ended up rather long lol.

And then my clone battalion (that this Jedi will lead) is the 116th, with Commander Crowe. He’s the clone in my profile pic lol. He’s a pretty chill guy, lets the squad do whatever they’d like, enjoys kicking his feet up with a beer and some cards, etc. But on the battlefield, he’s hardcore. Best on the defense, can hold the line like nobody’s business, never lets a droid get through. Also competitive and keeps a kill count, which he’s scolded for by other units but doesn’t care.

They picked up a civilian at one point, Dr Joan Vo. Crowe took her under his wing (pun intended) and taught her a lot, and in return she took care of all their medical needs. She became a sister to them.

Sadly… the battalion’s ship does blow up during the height of the war, killing everyone except Joan, who was away at the time. I wrote a little about that part of their story in this chapter of The Sniper and the Medic. I think my new Jedi would have to be on the ship too, unless I want him to somehow survive and maybe find Joan and help her through her survivor’s guilt? I’m not too sure.

Sorry that was a lot to dump! Lol. There’s just a lot to say about these characters 😁

Bull sounds awesome, I love him already. I can totally see him butting heads with a lot of the other clones who aren’t as rigid/strict as him, even my clone Crowe. But perhaps there’s still room for friendships in there, especially if Bull’s main motivation is for all his brothers to live, I don’t think even a reckless clone could argue with that. It’s sad that he ends up swept into carrying out Order 66. Any hope he could snap out of it and leave the Empire, like Cody? Lol

Ahh okay interesting, Broco chooses Padme. What do Luke and Leia think of him? Do they know he’s not really their dad? Does he and Padme end up with any kids of their own?

Also random question, what color’s his lightsaber? I’ll have to think about mine as well hehe

[masterjedilenawrites]

A different anon from the last, but I'd love to hear about your ocs, I actually have quite a few myself!

Another different anon?! 😯 Lol y'all should pick some names or emojis for yourselves so I can keep track of who I'm talking to. Love making new friends :))

And okayyy... Well, I've got Bethany Batch, who's in my modern/Earth Bad Batch children AU as their mom. She's probably the most established character at this point, and the one I love the most 💕 I have such big plans for her, and her whole family really. Just you wait!!

Next would be Dr. Joan Vo, who I wrote in The Sniper and the Medic. Along with her comes the 116th battalion, led by Commander Crowe (he'd look like the clone in my profile picture lol). She was their medic until they all tragically perished, leaving Joan with a heavy burden of survivor's guilt. She was in a better place by the time she worked on Kamino and met Crosshair, but it's something she'll forever have to work through. I'd love to write more of her backstory with Crowe, as well as more of her future with Crosshair.

And then my last set of characters exist during the Empire and I've been writing their story just for myself so far (it's my comfort fic, I add to it whenever I'm tired of writing other things...I may share it someday but for now it's my own little happy place). There's JJ-505, or Jetstream, an elite soldier for the Empire. She works with Officer Race, who leads her through battles via comms. Eventually the Empire turns on her and she has to go into hiding, where she comes across a few different Rebel groups, one of which is lead by "KB" and he inspires her to use her talents for the Rebellion. Meanwhile, she's conflicted by her feelings for Officer Race, who helped her escape but won't defect himself.

That's about it! Those are my OCs... my pals, my homeboys, my rotten soldiers, my sweet cheeses, my good time boys... 🤣 I love them all very much and I hope you all do too. 💛

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I could also help with that there is a really cool website that helps generate names that takes place on Star Wars its under pop culture in the S section Link - https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/

That website has helped me a lot lol

I love Crowe he seems like a badass I imagine during his clone training not a lot of people had faith in him until BOOM he proved everyone wrong making old 99 proud and yeah him and Bull would buttheads a lot but if Crowe or anyone clone needed help he would save them then patch them up they would probably expect an I told you so but Bull would just turn in to a mother hen ha

Now I'm gonna have to read the sniper and the medic 💚 you say Joan was picked up? In what way? Was she like travelling through the galaxy? Or did she just hop on due to the way and wanted to help?

but that's honesty so sad I feel for Joan imagine being so close to a group of people only for them to die I she must be going through some horrible survivors guilt YES I WANT THE JEDI TO BE ALIVE IF MAUL AND PALPATINE COULD DO IT SO CAN HE he needs to appear maybe he was in hiding because of the whole kill all jedis but he runs in to Joan and helps her though her survivers guilt while she helps him to stand up to the Empire and fight they could have like a sibling Relatonship it woulf be so cute

The only way Bull could snap out of it is if he was ordered to kill one of his brothers as soon as he is told it would be lile cold water splashed on him he would be thinking a million miles per hour recounting everything he did and feel ashamed he would want to defect but he knows he can't leave his brothers so Bull would try to fight the Empire through the inside

Yes Leia and Luke knows Broco is not their real dad but they love him like one they call him Oco for short eventually Broco helps train Luke Leia and two of my other OCs to be jedis but of course he knows its not enough and sends them to Yoda Broco does die by Vader along with Obi-wan in new hope Broco dies trying to get through to Anakin in the end he chooses to forgive Anakin as Broco knows he is still good

Brocos lightsaber is blue!

Not the same anon 💚

Cool. I'll have to play around with some names and see what feels right!

Bull the mother hen, love that for him 😆 That would make sense, him overcoming the chip's control because it's making him hurt his brothers. Poor guy. Maybe he meets up with Cody and they fight the Empire together?

Oh that's interesting, he dies along with Obi Wan?! 😢 I'll bet that's a pretty emotional moment, for Vader to kill two important parts of his past together, especially as he's forgiven but still takes them down anyway. And that probably also impacts Luke quite a lot, too.

Lol, I'll think about keeping my Jedi alive, we'll see. As much as I love a good happy ending, I also don't mind throwing in some tragedy here and there 🙈 And yeah, Joan basically just told the battalion that she'd be joining them lol. She didn't want to just sit at home when there was a war going on, when she knew she could help. If you do end up reading that story I hope you like it! I think about continuing it all the time lol

[masterjedilenawrites]

Came across a wonderful picrew (here!) and I finally have some visuals for my two OC girls - Joan Vo and Bethany Batch! 😍 They’re pretty frikin close to how I picture them in my head, I love them so much 🥰

(First is Dr Joan, second is momma Beth)

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⛑ Dr. Joan Vo

A civilian medic during the clone wars. Worked with the 116th. Eventual love interest of Crosshair.

Story: The Sniper & the Medic

One Shot: How she joins the 116th battalion

Art: Picrew of how I picture her

If she were a shoe / If she were a setting / Something you'd immediately notice about her vs later

Her voice / Where she grew up / Her ideal weapon

Most important thing / Her hobby / Her Starbucks order

Her core wound / What she'd do at a party / Her signature color palette

🐦‍⬛ Commander Crowe & the 116th

A regular infantry battalion during the clone wars. Led by General Rhee. Tragic ending.

Additional troopers: Captain Civic, R.J. (pilot), Diver (co-pilot), Breeze, Mack, Coma, Commander Falcon (leads the 115th, Crowe's bestie)

One Shot: Introduction to Crowe & the 116th battalion

Quick Crowe HCs

More Crowe HCs & profile pic

Chapter: Their tragic end

If he were a shoe / If he were a setting / Something you'd immediately notice about him vs later

His favorite book / My favorite trait of his / His weakness

💟 Jedi General Rhee Cthedsard

A Jedi Knight during the clone wars. Trained under Mace Windu and led the 116th. Tragic ending.

Initial development of his character

One Shot: Introduction to Rhee & the 116th

If he were a shoe / If he were a setting / Something you'd immediately notice about him vs later

His voice / Where he grew up / His ideal weapon

His core wound / What he'd do at a party / His signature color palette

⚽️ Bethany Batch

Single adoptive mom of the Bad Batch in a modern AU. Eventual relationship with a clone I have yet to reveal.

The Batch Family Master List

✂️ Scraps

A defective clone meant to work with the Bad Batch. Tragic ending.

Brief mention in The Sniper & the Medic

His favorite book / My favorite trait of his / His weakness

✈️ Kohl Morley

An Imperial pilot. Trained (unwillingly) by Reader character. Tragic past which leads to complicated connection with Reader.

First appearance in Broken Wings (unnamed - he's the "soft spoken one")

His favorite book / My favorite trait of his / His weakness

🪐 Unpublished "Rebel Girl" characters

Jetstream / JJ-505: An Imperial Elite Trooper. Birth name and home world have been long forgotten. Raised an orphan and conscripted as a stormtrooper from a very young age. Partial to using jetpacks and rifle weapons in battle.

Luche Race: An Imperial Special Forces Command Officer. Assigned to Mission Command for the Elite Trooper Program, overseeing the soldier JJ-505. Born and raised on Pantora, suspected to be half-Pantoran/half-human. Personal interests include history and architecture.

Kye "KB" Bodalla: A Rebel leader. Born on a cargo ferry and transient thereafter. Worked as a contractor in a variety of fields until turning a blind eye to the atrocities of the Empire was no longer an option. Now leads a band of Rebel Alliance fighters in the mid and outer rims.

The only snippet I've shared so far

💫 Canon characters from Rebels I gave a name and/or personality to

Valen Rudor/Charlemagne and Supply Master Lyste (S1, E4)

Aresko/Vampire Officer and Mr. Grint (S1, E6)

Gunter (S1, E8)

Konstantine/Mustache Officer (S1, E9)

Konstantine and Yves (S1, E11)

Dave (S1, E15)

Yves and Dave (again), and Tito (S2, E4)

Huey, Louie, Dewey, and Miles (S2, E8)

🗂️ Misc characters

Natalia Mercer and Sergeant Kieron Beloch, from In Other Words

Suula and Mallona, from Spitting Image

Amara Tilde, Sergeant Lou Mam, and Heva, from Broken Wings

Arden, Commander Burdick, Eva Carroway, and Sadie Amiko, from Blueberries & Cowboys

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🍾One Shots🍾 [Master List]

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Old Friends (Cody & Boss)

Marshall Commander, Sir (Cody x fem!reader)(*NSFW*)

Take Care (Fives x reader)

Figured You'd Like It (Fives x grumpy!reader)

All I Want for Christmas (Fives x reader)

"I don't smile much..." (Hardcase x reader)

Falling For You (Jesse x reader)

He Is Loved (Jesse x reader)

Rest (Kix x reader)

Decisions, Decisions (Rex x fem!reader)

"You’re so full of light...” (Crosshair x reader)

Not Ticklish (Crosshair x reader)

Birthday Surprise (Crosshair x reader)

Drunk Shenanigans (Crosshair & Tech & reader)

"Who made you cry?” (Hunter x fem!S/O)

“A little blood comes with the territory” (Hunter x fem!reader)(*NSFW*)

A Shot in the Arm (TBB & Reader)

Family Scars (Hunter & Omega & TBB)

First Period (TBB & Omega)

Important Achievements (Tech x reader)

Baby Tears (Tech x fem!S/O)

The Stupidest Plan (Tech x reader)

A Silly Thing Like Sleep (Tech & TBB)

Opposites Attract (Wrecker x fem!reader)

The Way to a Man's Heart (Wrecker x reader)

The 116th (OC!Clone Unit & OC!Joan Vo)

Strawberry Fields (Blackout x reader)

Family Scars (Omega & Hunter & TBB)

First Period (Omega & TBB)

Worthy (Thorn x reader)

Old Friends (Boss & Cody)

Being Loved By… Cal Kestis (Cal x reader)

Not Going Anywhere (Cal x reader)

Fun Day (Cal x reader)

The Seeing Stone (A mysterious Sith & Grogu)

May The Books Be With You (Din & Grogu)

Look at Me (Din x reader)

The Seeing Stone (Grogu & a mysterious Sith)

Stitches & Longing (Poe x fem!S/O)

Generally Awkward (Hux x S/O)

Two Sides of the Same Coin (Hux x reader)

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The Sniper and the Medic Masterlist

Crosshair x OC: Eventual fluff, eventual romance, angst, bittersweet ending.

Summary: Crosshair doesn't exactly like medical personnel. In fact, he hates them. They're always poking and prodding, calling him skinny, telling him he's not good enough. But then he meets the new medical examiner, the smart and kind and oh-so-pretty Joan Vo. And suddenly, he's not only looking forward to his medical check-ups, but he's also starting to question whether he wants to go to war after all....

Rating & Warnings: T/PG13. Angst, descriptions of injuries, mentions/discussions of bullying and death, one (1) innuendo, kisses (omg spoiler wow).

Length: 17k, 12 short chapters

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Chapter Index:

Bundle of Nerves

Doctor’s Orders

Bitter Pill

Foot-In-Mouth

Sick and Tired

Black and Blue

On the Mend

Keep the Doctor Away

Insult to Injury

Good Grief

Sweet Sorrow

Turn for the Better

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 10

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo

Chapter Warnings: Discussions of bullying, death, injuries, and other tragic things, offset by a lil fluff at the end

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

A/N: Just want to quickly apologize for the 2 week delay in updating this story, but also this will be my 99th post on this blog which is kinda fitting once you read it, so I guess some things are just meant to be...

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Chapter 10: Good Grief

He met her at the designated place that evening, barely able to contain the mixture of excitement and dread that welled within him. On the one hand, Crosshair welcomed any opportunity to spend time with Joan, especially after she had shown interest in wanting to grow closer to him. She looked as beautiful as ever when she joined him, wearing her cute little shorts and signature smile.

But on the other hand, they were running out of time. He deployed tomorrow afternoon. How could they possibly grow closer in such a short window?

And how could he possibly say good-bye if they did? 

He led her through the set of double doors and down a long hallway, keeping his strides as relaxed as he could, despite his every nerve being on edge. She walked fairly close alongside him, but nothing too scandalous. Not that it was likely they'd be caught. This part of the facility was more-or-less abandoned, only used to house the more rarely-used supplies for the maintenance crew. Half the walls were stripped of their usual white sheen, revealing cracked plaster and dirty insulation instead. Only a few like himself knew it was a good place to go when in need of some privacy.

But there was also something here he wanted to show Joan. A way to help her understand his life as a defective clone. He wasn't sure why the idea had popped into his head earlier; he should have just suggested the simulation room again, programmed it to a nice, romantic beach or something. But it was too late to go back now.

They neared the door in question and Crosshair punched in the code. He gestured for Joan to walk in ahead of him, wanting to keep an eye on her reactions.

It was barely considered a room, more of a corridor that was meant to connect this hallway with another. A motion-sensor light flickered on as they entered. Miscellaneous boxes and crates had been pushed up against the wall on the left, dusty and unimportant. It was the righthand wall that gave this space significance. It had long been reduced to its concrete foundation, and chiseled crudely over most of its surface were names and numbers. The largest script was in the top left corner, only two symbols.

"Ninety-nine," Joan read out loud as she stood in the center of the room and looked over the wall in reverence. "This is a memorial."

Crosshair nodded. "All the clones who've died here, never stepping foot into battle. Most of them defects, like 99. Their names won't be found anywhere else. This... is their only legacy."

She nodded at him solemnly in understanding. He watched as she brushed her hands over some of the etchings, fingers tracing the lines as she read them over. There were mostly numbers, many of them not having lived long enough to find a nickname. One of his own batch-mates had been like that, only living a few short years before his defective heart had given out. 

Crosshair tore his gaze away from Joan to find his brother's number on the wall. Beneath it was the second lost brother, who had made it just a little longer. Scraps, they'd called him. He brought his hand up to rest alongside their names, frowning deeply at the memories they gave him.

He felt Joan come to stand next to him and he swallowed hard.

"He was sick all the time, but he kept trying," he explained. "He was worse off than me, and yet I was the kid who cried every night, and he'd talk me down. He'd tell me we had to keep fighting, we had to prove them all wrong. And then one day... he was gone. He'd failed some test and they just... they took him and...."

He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. Thankfully Joan didn't need him to. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed reassuringly.

"They told me I'd be next," he said, his voice getting lower. "The Kaminoans. The training Sergeants. The other cadets. With Wrecker, Hunter, it was obvious they'd be useful, their mutations were fine. But me? What was I good for? Who could look at me and know what I was capable of?"

His words hung between them for a short while before Joan gave another squeeze of his hand.

"I'm so sorry, Crosshair," she said and he knew she meant it. "You deserved better. They all did. But... I know this might not sound quite right, but without that pain, you might not have become as determined and passionate and committed and loyal as you are now."

He finally looked away from the wall and down at her, surprised that she remembered the words he'd once written for her, all those months ago. The words he believed embodied who he really was.

"You didn't let your past break you. You used it to make you stronger. You should be proud of that."

He had never been told such a thing before. He'd never been given permission to feel proud, to take ownership of his life. It made him feel... relieved. To know that all of his struggles could mean something made the burden of grief that much lighter to bear.

And to hear it coming from Joan made him feel things, too. He realized he wanted to kiss her. She was standing somewhat close, her fingers were still grasping his own. She seemed to be enough at ease, comfortable here with him, even in such a sad moment. But he panicked and looked away before he could act on such impulses. He still didn't know what she wanted, or any of the things she'd alluded to having gone through herself. It didn't feel right to make to such an intimate move yet.

"Um, we can talk about you now," he stuttered awkwardly, overly aware of how clammy his hand felt under hers. "If you want...."

She laughed a little, but it wasn't a joyful sound. "I'm afraid my story's not any happier."

"Oh."

She cocked her head a little and reached up with her free hand to lightly touch the tattoo around his eye. "Didn't get a chance to tell you before, but I really like this. It's perfect."

He smirked but kept his eyes carefully fixed on hers, waiting. She seemed to be deciding what she wanted to say.

"Not sure if you've seen my own." She tried to sound playful, letting go of his hand in order to turn slightly and show off the splattering of tattooed birds around the thick scar on her thigh. "It's... kind of a memorial, too."

Joan looked toward the wall and took in a measured breath. "When the war started, my family did what we could to help. But then comes the Republic with its grand, shiny new army, and they tell us they've got it from here. Go home. My parents listened... I didn't. I couldn't. No, I marched up to the first battalion I could find and I told them I'd be helping them whether they liked it or not. They were the 116th, led by Commander Crowe."

She held a small smile on her face, fondness peeking through the sorrow like rays of sunlight into a curtained room.

"Your brothers," said Crosshair knowingly.

"Mmhmm.... They were so good to me. They taught me everything I know. We went through so much together. And then one day..." she looked over at Crosshair apologetically as she borrowed his previous words to tell her own story, "my speeder exploded, messed up my leg really bad. I did everything I could to try and fix it myself, but we were short on supplies and it just wasn't getting any better. Crowe insisted I go to Coruscant for treatment. I didn't want to, I hadn't been apart from them in years, but there was no choice."

And then the curtains were snapped shut and all that was left on Joan's face was sorrow. Sorrow and darkness.

"They died while I was recovering. All of them. A single missile to their ship somewhere in deep space. And that was it. No more 116th battalion. No more family."

Instinctually, Crosshair reached for Joan's hand as she had done for him. She seemed surprised, breaking out of her haze and looking at his hand like it was the only thing grounding her.

"I should have died with them," she said in a hoarse voice. "At least, that's what I told myself for seven months. Until Cody came. He'd been good friends with Crowe, knew all about me. He told me to get over myself. That I was still alive for a reason and that I did nothing to honor their memories by letting myself waste away. And then he offered me a job, said I could help some of his other brothers, the way I'd done for the 116th."

Slowly her sadness was fading and Crosshair was grateful. It was easier to hold on to his own pain and learn to live with it, but seeing the same feelings in Joan had scared him. He didn't know what to do to help her. As she wrapped up her story, though, he began to realize that he already had.

"He said it was an experimental unit and that none of you would look like, well, the regular clones, so maybe it'd be easier for me to get back into it. And it was. I knew I loved all of you boys from the first day. You were all confident and eager. None of the battle-worn spirits I was used to dealing with. You gave me life again. Helped me rediscover my purpose. My passion."

She took a step closer to him, holding his hand back firmly.

"You were the tough one," she smirked. "You're so calm and relaxed, so sure of yourself. Any time I felt anxious or like I wasn't making a difference, I knew I could count on you to put me at ease. Even when you were a little sassy."

She giggled, but Crosshair's mind was reeling. She thought he was the assured one? This whole time she'd been seeing him the same way he saw her?

"And then, you know, you stood me up that one day," she sighed dramatically and then it was his stomach that started doing flips as the regret from his actions returned. "Which happened to be the, uh, anniversary of their passing.... And I didn't think I'd be able to do anything that day, except that I knew you'd be coming by, and so I actually got out of bed and did some chores and saw other patients.... And I was trying to think of ways I could keep you for longer than just a consult on your injury. I was going to have you teach me darts and maybe help me sneak some good snacks from somewhere or ask to get a tour of your new ship...."

She was looking up at him with bright eyes and the thought of kissing her returned. She was definitely close enough now, and as he made eye contact, she couldn't seem to remember what she was going to say next, her voice trailing off into short little breaths.

"I really am sorry," he said, stalling for time. He wasn't sure why he kept hesitating when it was something he wanted so desperately. So much for her thinking he was confident.

"I know," she said softly. Was she leaning closer or was he?

"I... I'm leaving tomorrow," he said.

"I know." Both of their hands were clasped in each other's now, pulses beating rapidly beneath hopeful grips.

"And," he kept going, even though the space between them was continuing to grow smaller, "I've never done this before."

"I know." She grinned, and that undid him.

Whatever self-conscious walls he'd put up for whatever irrational reasons came crumbling down as he finally closed the gap and pressed his lips against hers.

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 11

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo

Chapter Warnings: N/A (but parting is such sweet sorrow...)

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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Chapter 11: Sweet Sorrow

It was a simple, chaste kiss that didn't last long, but it was enough for Crosshair to feel like the luckiest man in the entire galaxy. He had never known happiness like this, the kind that seemed permeate his entire being, drowning him in the overwhelming sense of finally being known. The woman who pressed herself to him did so with such care and tenderness. There was no way this could be real, and yet he could feel her. Her lips, her breath, her warmth.

Her love.

When their mouths parted, Joan placed her head onto his shoulder, the rest of her body seemingly melting into his own. He held onto her firmly and they stayed that way for quite some time. Simply existing, together. Perhaps Joan was doing some thinking, but for Crosshair there were no thoughts or musings. No fear of being vulnerable or doubts of being good enough or worry for the uncertainty of the future. Yes, he would leave with his brothers tomorrow and head off into the galaxy with no guarantee of return. But that moment would come soon enough. This moment, this singularly wonderful moment, was not something he would ruin by thinking of any other.

And when the moment finally did end, he met Joan's watery eyes with another kiss, a reassuring peck to her forehead that lingered just long enough to say, thank you.

He could only walk her back to the entrance of the hallway. Beyond the doors, their paths would separate; his to the hangar and hers to her office. She would be present the next day, along with Commander Cody and a few Kaminoans, to see off Clone Force 99 on their first mission. They would salute her from afar, and she would undoubedtly grace them with one last smile. Now was the only time for parting words. To say good-bye.

"No chance you can join us?" he asked as they paused a few feet from the doors, hand in hand. He knew the answer but felt the need to try asking anyway. A last, half-hearted effort to deny the reality that faced them.

Joan chuckled quietly. Whatever sadness she'd had before had faded into her usual composed demeanor. "I don't think Hunter would let me. But even if he did, my place is here. At least for a little while longer."

He nodded. She had taught them well; they would take care of each other just fine. These regs needed her help more. And in many ways, she needed them. Whatever past pain she had been running from still needed to heal. He understood that now.

"I wish we had more time," he said.

She gave him a sad sort of smile, her eyes casting about his face in thought. "There's a whole galaxy out there waiting for you," she said, the raspiness of her voice more noticeable than ever. "So many colors and planets and people. There'll be a lot of challenges, things that will force you grow in unexpected ways. But there'll also be more joy and... love. You'll probably meet a hundred others who are far more attractive than me."

Crosshair began shaking his head, but she didn't let him protest further.

"Trust me, Cross. You have a lot more of life to experience. Don't let me hold you back. I've enjoyed what little time we've known each other. But we're clearly not meant to have any more. And that's okay. Someone else will catch your eye some day. I need you to promise me you'll give them a chance. Give yourself the chance, to be happy."

He didn't want to accept anything she was saying, but the way her eyes were boring into his own so earnestly, pleadingly, he couldn't say no. He swallowed his objections and nodded reluctantly. Her face eased back into comfort, and though it pained him, he knew he had to say it, too. Or, at least a version of it.

"Same for you. You deserve to be happy. Just... maybe not with a reg, though."

Joan rolled her eyes, which only encouraged him to keep teasing.

"Other humans are fine. Maybe a Zabrak or Pantoran if they were really good looking, I'd get that. Not sure about Twi'leks, that could get complicated...."

Joan was laughing between his words.

"Okay, okay. Kriff, why don't you just make me a list."

"Oh I will," he smirked back.

She rolled her eyes again, but her laughter still danced in them. "Well... anyway...."

This was it, they both knew it. Joan looked down at their clasped hands but Crosshair couldn't take his gaze off of her face. He was trying to commit as much of her as he could to memory, knowing it would be one of the few things that could get him through whatever challenges were to come.

"You should get going. Busy day tomorrow."

"Yeah..." he said. "Hunter's probably mad I've been gone for so long."

She looked up at him. "Take care of your brothers. You have their backs. Don't forget."

He gave her hand a squeeze in response. "Never."

She stood on her tiptoes and gave him one last, quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before letting go and walking away.

They didn't say good-bye, not the specific words. And Crosshair was grateful for it. He would see her again. Maybe he would grow and change, maybe someone else would catch his eye, maybe he'd find himself comfortable on his own. But if nothing else, he was sure that he would cross paths with Joan Vo once more. It was a feeling deep inside him that he couldn't explain, nor did he want to try.

It was their destiny to be together... the sniper and the medic. If not now, then soon.

And forever afterward.

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 7

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker

Chapter Warnings: Mention of injury, mentions of bullying

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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Chapter 7: On the Mend

It was a full week before Crosshair saw Joan again. She canceled his check-ups, so he could use the time to rest instead, and Tech served as the messenger to report on his healing progress. And he was progressing, thankfully. The pain eventually subsided and by the end of the week, he didn't have to actively think about breathing anymore. As long as he was careful with his stretching and other movements, he was almost good as new.

In addition, their ship had finally arrived, and much to everyone's relief, Hunter stopped the simulation runs in favor of working on the craft instead. They outfitted it with all the tools and weapons they could get their hands on, and each took turns piloting through the storms of Kamino. They weren't allowed to break the atmosphere, but it would only be a couple short weeks before they were officially deployed anyway.

Crosshair found himself at a mental crossroad. They were getting ever closer to the moment he'd been waiting for his whole life, the day he finally got to leave this forsaken place. To say he'd hated his time here would be an understatement. The experimenting and the bullying and even the way it smelled.... He couldn't wait to finally be free of it. To be on real missions, not simulations. To see real trees and feel real dirt. To use his marksman skills, the only thing he was good for, to do something important.

But then there was Joan. There was hardly a moment he didn't think about her. He couldn't help it. She was unlike anyone he'd ever known and he couldn't get enough. Her voice, her smile, her gentleness, her confidence. Going a week without seeing her had been hard; he wasn't sure what he'd do the day he'd have to leave, and probably never see her again....

A sudden snapping noise came by his ear, forcing him to shake away his confused thoughts and turn with a scowl. Tech was scowling back.

"You didn't hear anything I just said, did you?"

Crosshair hadn't even noticed him approach. They were in the hangar, Hunter and Wrecker arguing nearby about what to name their ship. Hunter wanted The Marauder because it sounded "slick." Wrecker wanted The Havoc because it sounded "badass." Crosshair was staying out of it. And Tech had been gone for most of the day.

"Where've you been?" he asked.

Tech readjusted the pack he had slung over his shoulder with a huff. "If you'd been listening... I was doing some research on Felucian Gelagrubs in the library."

Crosshair almost started tuning him out again, until his brother looked up with a playful smirk.

"And then I ran into Doctor Joan. She was wondering if you were well enough to take her up on that deal yet?"

"What deal?" came Wrecker's voice, muffled by some food he was chewing on. Apparently he and Hunter had finished their argument and were more interested in this new conversation.

"Cross promised to teach Joan how to shoot once he felt better. I told her you were feeling much better, and she said she'll have a few free hours tonight if you're interested."

Crosshair wished he could smack the smug grin off Tech's face. And shove that turkey leg down Wrecker's throat to stop his howling laughter. Only Hunter wasn't making fun. If anything, he looked confused.

"But she knows how to shoot," he said with a frown. "She's told me...."

Tech shrugged, starting to walk toward the ship's ramp. "Maybe she wants a refresher?"

"Or she wants to cozy up to Crosshaaaair," teased Wrecker.

Crosshair felt his face growing flushed. He was about to snap at them for being idiots, but Hunter intervened.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm sure Joan didn't mean anything by it..." Hunter paused with another frown. He didn't sound convinced; in fact, he sounded concerned. But then he shook himself and gave Crosshair a nod. "If you want to help her practice, fine by me. Just make sure you help us with the paint job before you go."

Hunter gave the ship a fond tap on its hull.

"What name are we going with?" asked Tech.

"The Havoc Marauder."

* * *

Crosshair made it to the simulation room before Joan. He programmed it to Felucia, inspired by Tech's mention of it earlier. It was another green planet, but with stranger-looking flora and a mist that hung low in the air.

"This your favorite?" came her low voice. It was a little raspier than usual; maybe she'd been talking a lot that day.

Crosshair swallowed down a wave of nerves that threatened to overcome him. It was so nice to see her again after so long apart.

"It's a good challenge," he shrugged. "Decreased visibility. Uneven terrain. Hostile flora and fauna."

Joan stood beside him, looking around. She was wearing the same outfit as last time and had her hair braided back. A standard-issue DC-15A blaster rifle was strapped across her back.

"Did you steal that from a reg?"

She didn't laugh like he'd hoped, but she did have a faint smile. She swung the rifle around and held it firmly, confidently. "It's mine. Most medics were only given pistols, but my troop let me have this one."

"So you do know how to shoot," he said.

Joan lifted the rifle to her shoulder and aimed up at one of the simulation targets on a tree. She fired and made the hit.

"A straight shot with no stress or pressure, I'm not bad..." She then grimaced. "But I was never good in an actual firefight. They only gave me a gun for self-protection. The rest of the time I just focused on tending wounds, let my brothers take care of the cover fire."

Her use of the term "brothers" did not go unnoticed to Crosshair, but he didn't comment on it. He nodded his head and brought out his own gun. It was a much superior model than hers, but he wouldn't show off. Not too much, anyway.

He led her to some higher ground and got to work, teaching her what he knew, just like she had taught him the week before. He went over posture and breathing. He threw in some facts about angles and trajectories. He had her find an "anchor" for herself, a way that she would always hold the gun and her body, so no matter the situation, she could fall into that comfortable position. And he took any opportunity he could find to place his hand or his arm around her.

This was his life, things he'd engaged with for years and years. And even though he only had mere hours with her, he wanted to share as much as he could.

Joan was a good student. She wasn't the best shooter, but by the end of the night, she had made some improvement. She was no longer hesitating with the trigger and managed to take down a simulated Acklay despite being scared of it. That was a win in Crosshair's eyes.

When she finally showed signs of fatigue, he turned off the sim and sat with her on one of the benches along the walls. They sat in silence for a brief time, and Crosshair was grateful she didn't seem uncomfortable by it. He let his head rest against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Is Tech okay?" she eventually asked.

His eyes reopened, only so he could furrow them in confusion. "Yeah, why?"

She shrugged and stifled a yawn. "There were some... uh, clones bothering him in the library earlier. Wasn't sure if it upset him."

"He didn't mention it," Crosshair said with a clenched jaw. He really hated when the regs messed with his brothers, especially Tech.

Joan shifted to better face him. "He's a hard one to read. Most of his visits, I'm answering his millions of questions about human anatomy. He only puts stats on his chart. Like that assignment I had, to write things about yourselves? He drew a diagram of his body with arrows pointing out his height, eye color, body fat percentage...."

She chuckled softly and Crosshair found himself joining in. That sounded like Tech, alright.

"I don't know. I just want to make sure he's not really hurting inside. You were the one I thought I had to worry about. Wrecker wears his emotions on his sleeve. Hunter's guided by duty, so it's easy to predict what he feels."

"And me?"

"You put up walls. Which I get. It's hard to be... you." She cocked her head with a knowing look. "But when you respect someone, you let them in. And from there you're an open book."

He frowned. "I am not."

"You kinda are though," she laughed. "I can always tell by your tone when you like certain things or not. Scowling is your default, but when you're really upset your jaw clenches. And..." she looked down in her lap with a small smile, "you blush sometimes when I talk."

Crosshair's eyes widened in horror, which only made her laugh more.

"It's okay. It's... flattering."

He gulped. Her cheeks were pinker than usual as well, but that must have been from the training they just did. Surely....

"I'll, uh... I'll keep an eye on Tech," he stuttered. "He'll be fine."

"Good." She clapped her legs and stood up. "Well anyway, I won't keep you up much later. Thank you for the lesson. It was fun."

He stood, too, and decided to say, with a shake in his breath, "I hope it won't be another week before I see you again?"

"Well, I guess I should take another look at that little wound of yours soon."

"Tomorrow?"

Her smile faltered, ever so briefly, and Crosshair panicked. Was he sounding too eager? 

"Sure. I should have some time... three o'clock?"

He nodded with an internal sigh of relief. She let her gaze linger on his for just a moment more, and he started to think maybe, just maybe, she had been blushing after all. Maybe there was a chance she liked him back.

He hoped she did. But at the same time, he knew it would only make it that much harder to leave....

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 5

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech

Chapter Warnings: Mention of injuries/pain

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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Chapter 5: Sick and Tired

The next several weeks were filled with activity. Even if Crosshair wanted to improve his sleep schedule, he couldn't with the amount of training and preparing Hunter was having them do.

They were more or less on their own now, free to do whatever they felt necessary to prove themselves for deployment. Commander Cody had accompanied a troop of injured soldiers returning to the planet for treatment, spending one day with the Clone Force to go over expectations and progress before heading back out into the warring galaxy. After that, it was all on Sergeant Hunter to push them. And boy, did he ever.

Every day focused on a simulation run, where Hunter would make them start the mission over any time someone missed their mark or made the wrong call, and refused to let them leave until they had run it through perfectly at least five different ways. In their "free time," they practiced with their own weapons and gear, trying to best their own scores, learn new tricks, and just nail down a personal rhythm.

Evenings were mostly spent learning various strategies, and occasionally cleaning up or decorating their gear. They'd settled on some skull imagery and a black-and-red color scheme that not only looked cool, but also made them really stand apart from the regs. There was also talk about them getting a specially-outfitted ship in the next week. Their dedication kept them from getting a decent amount of sleep each night, but Hunter argued that's how it would be out in the field, so might as well get used to it.

Outside of their group and a few protocol droids that assisted them with odd errands, there was only one other they saw on a regular basis. Doctor Vo. Sometimes it was scheduled visits to the examination room, other times she observed their training sessions. If the others were nervous with her watching, Crosshair couldn't tell. He tried to play it cool, too, and only focus on the mission. But any shot he missed made him flush beneath his helmet in embarrassment. He really, really wanted to impress her.

It was starting to distract him.

* * *

After a particularly grueling day through the simulation room, where they'd pretended to be rescuing hostages from a temple on the forest moon of Endor, the four of them lay panting and sweating on the tile floor of the locker room. Tired, but satisfied. They were getting really good.

"Tomorrow we're running the Mon Cala sim," said Hunter, the first to catch his breath and stand back up. He started peeling off his blacks, heading for the refresher.

Crosshair and Tech shared a weary look, and even Wrecker let out a little groan.

"Um, Hunter," Tech sat up to catch him before he left the room. "We really ought to take a day to rest."

"No," the Sergeant immediately disagreed. He wadded up his sweaty clothes and tossed them like a ball into the hamper on the other side of the locker. "War doesn't rest, and neither should we."

"Actually, we should."

Tech rose to his feet, his face screwed up in what they all recognized as a sign he was about to info-dump. Crosshair and Wrecker started to get up as well, knowing this would be too good to watch from the floor. Hunter had proven himself to be a capable leader, but he wasn't perfect. And now was the first time one of them was challenging him.

"According to leading studies, on both human and humanoid bodies, rest is a critical part to ensuring continued performance. It is essential that our bodies have time to recover and repair before we push them again."

Hunter had his arms folded over his bare chest. "Is that so?"

It was more of a rhetorical question, but Tech took it as permission to really spew forth all the details he had on the topic.

"Yes. See, any type of physical exercise creates microscopic tears in the tissue of your muscles, which then needs rest in order for fibroblast cells to repair them and create stronger tissue. If that repair isn't done, it can result in muscle fatigue and soreness and even actual injury."

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably. He had actually sustained an injury earlier that morning, one that he hadn't told any of them about, not only because it was embarrassing, but because it actually hadn't bothered him at first. But as the day drew on, the pain near his ribs grew worse. Now he felt almost sick to be standing up.

"In addition to that," Tech was still rambling on, "there's the glycogen carbohydrates that are broken down to be used for energy, which also needs to rest to replenish. That energy is needed for both physical and mental performance. However, physical exertion also boosts other hormones such as cortisol and adrenaline, which, when they are overproduced through over-exercise, can interfere with getting quality sleep. So a double-whammy."

Tech seemed ready to continue making points but Hunter finally held up a hand.

"Okay, okay, Tech. I get it. I know it's important. But we're not always going to have the luxury of taking days off once we're out of here. I don't want us getting used to doing whatever we want whenever we feel like it."

Wrecker groaned loudly. "What do you mean? We haven't done anything we've wanted to do. We don't get to pick the sims. We can't go to bed without your permission. If anyone's doing whatever they want whenever they feel like it, it's you."

Hunter's eyes flashed dangerously and he pointed an angry finger up at his large brother. "That's not true, Wrecker, and you know it. I'm busting my ass off, same as all you. You don't think I want to take a break too? My head hurts all the time now. There's no relief anymore, just constant... stimulation...."

His voice petered out with a heavy sigh. The three of them looked amongst each other but said nothing. Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose in thought for a moment. "I just... I want us to be prepared. All those stories we hear, from Cody and Joan and everyone, about what it's really like out there.... Brothers, the galaxy needs us. We need to be the best."

Tech nodded his head sympathetically. "We understand, Hunter. We know you're working hard. All I'm saying is if we want to be the best, we have to take what breaks we can get. While we can still get them. Otherwise, we risk running ourselves into the ground before we've even had the change to get out and help anyone."

Hunter chewed it over before conceding, just a little bit. "Fine, we can take the rest of the evening. I won't open the strategy manuals, and it'll be lights about by 8."

Wrecker let out a satisfied holler, starting to head for the showers himself. But Tech looked at him suspiciously.

"And tomorrow...?"

Hunter chuckled darkly. "Oh we're still running the Mon Cala sim. I've been looking forward to that one all week. You boys will be fine."

The Sergeant clapped Crosshair on the back as he turned to leave, causing the sniper to immediately double over in pain. He'd been quiet the whole argument, despite having many points to contribute himself. The pain in his abdomen had become too much. All he could do was focus on his breathing.

"Oh kriff," Hunter cursed, catching him by the shoulder.

"Cross, are you injured?" Tech scurried over, concerned. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm fine," Crosshair spat out. He shook Hunter's grip off and mustered up whatever strength he could to stand up straight again. He was not giving them any reason to ask what had happened. "I just pulled a muscle but I'm fine. It's nothing."

Tech was trying to catch Hunter's eye, mostly likely to continue arguing against tomorrow's training now that a new reason had presented itself. But Wrecker spoke up first.

"You should see Joan," he suggested.

"I'm fine," Crosshair growled again. He definitely didn't want her to know about the injury, either.

"Just go," Hunter huffed. "Even if you are fine, at least you get to see her."

Crosshair looked back to find the three of them all had knowing smirks on their faces. He wanted to punch them, but he also couldn't argue. It would be nice to see her.

Even if she was the reason he'd gotten himself injured.

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 6

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo

Chapter Warnings: Injuries

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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Chapter 6: Black and Blue

Crosshair found himself hesitating outside the door to Joan's office. It looked just like any of the other doors down this hallway; he'd probably passed by it before without ever giving it a thought. But now that he knew where it led, who would be on the other side, he felt his stomach twist in apprehension.

And then he felt the dull pain from the bruise along his ribs and decided to just get it over with. He knocked, and heard her muffled voice calling back for him to enter.

Her office wasn't like the others he'd seen. Some kind of paneling had been put up against the standard white walls and a giant black rug took up most of the floor. It made the space feel smaller, but cozier. Even some of the lights seemed different, not as harsh and glaring as they usually were in these facilities. A desk was pushed against a wall on one side, and a small couch against the other. There was an assortment of other items about, from a bookshelf to a coffee machine to an exercise ball. A door lay open in one corner, and from his two-second view as he passed by, Crosshair determined it was a bedroom.

Joan herself was in the middle of the room, her back slightly turned as she faced a dartboard across from her. She had a dart poised to toss, but paused to look over at him and smiled in greeting.

"Hey Crosshair."

She didn't ask how he was this time, instead returning to focus on her game. Her tongue stuck out a little as she aimed and released the dart. It only barely hit the top of the board.

"Damn," she sighed. There was only one other dart on the board, the rest on the floor beneath. She faced him again with a smile. Her hair was out of its usual ponytail and she wore shorts along with her tank-top. Crosshair briefly wondered if he would ever catch her not looking wonderful.

"Do you play?" She came toward him and handed out her last dart.

He shook his head but still took the dart from her, hoping she wouldn't notice how much pain he was in. His plan was to casually ask for a bacta patch and then leave. If she wondered why, he'd say it was just a bruise but that he was fine and the only reason he came was because Hunter had insisted.

He would not, under any circumstances, tell her what had really happened. That he had been distracted by thinking about her while trying to run up some temple steps, causing him to trip and fall on top of the butt of his gun, which had gone underneath his chest plate and jammed his ribs. Nope. That was a secret he planned to take with him to the grave.

So he took the dart, held it up briefly, and tossed it over to the dartboard, hitting the bullseye square on.

Joan looked between him and the board a few times incredulously.

"You... you didn't even aim," she finally said.

"I aimed," he asserted.

She held her hands up with a little laugh. "Okay, Mr. Sharpshooter." She went over to the board to collect all the darts, looking back at him with another incredulous shake of her head. He was glad to have impressed her so much, especially when he wasn't feeling well.

"So, did you just come here to show me up, or what?"

She walked back to him, and it was then he noticed the large, gnarly-looking scar that spanned the entire length of her left thigh. Around it were tattoos of little birds, made to look as if they were flying in a spiral, up and away.

"No..." he said, distracted by her scar and tattoos. There was always something new to learn about her.

"Oh shit," she said, stopping a few paces from him. "You're injured, aren't you?"

Her eyes scanned up and down his body, trying to assess his condition. Of course she could tell when someone was hurt, he cursed at himself. It was her job. "Where?"

He vaguely motioned around his abdomen. "Just a bruise. I'm fine. Hunter..." he started to say, but she had set down her darts and was moving to take hold of his shirt. He put a tense hand on hers to stop her.

She looked up at him, half-amused. "I've probably seen worse."

That wasn't exactly what he was nervous about. Most doctors here would've had him disrobe on day one, one of many ways he felt humiliated in any examination room he went in. But since working with Joan, he'd been able to get over that fear a little. He didn't feel judged or scrutinized under her gaze. And he hadn't had to take any clothes off thus far.

But he let her lift up his shirt anyway, knowing he couldn't really stop her with the amount of pain he was in. Hopefully she would only pay attention to the injury.

She bent to inspect it and he couldn't help but glance down at it, too. It was the first time he'd seen the actual damage, and it definitely looked as worse as it felt. A large bruise was splattered across his lower ribcage.

"Um," she said with a little sigh. "Yeah that's... that's not good."

Crosshair braced himself for her to scold him, or fuss over him, or worse, demand to know what had happened. But instead, she calmly took a step back and folded her arms across her chest, looking him right in the eyes. "Well? What are you going to do about it?"

He scowled at her question. "I don't know. You're the medic."

"Last I checked, Clone Force 99 doesn't have a medic."

Crosshair realized what she was going for. She had made it clear just as much as Hunter had that the goal was for them to be prepared for their missions. If he couldn't figure out how to heal himself on Kamino, he didn't stand a chance doing so anywhere else. The problem was he really didn't know how to figure it out. Tech would know way more about this sort of thing.

"I'd ask Tech for help... I guess," he ended up saying.

That amused smirk ended back up on her face. "Yeah? When did this happen?"

"This morning."

"And did you ask Tech for help at any point between then and now?"

"No...."

"So what are you doing to do now?"

He wanted to sigh, but breathing was becoming much more strenuous. Why couldn't she just help him? He didn't really like when people fussed, but at this point, he'd much prefer that over standing around any longer. He got an idea, a rather silly and selfish one, but it was just the two of them and he figured he might as well give it a shot.

"I... I guess..." he pretended to think of a plan, letting his breaths come out shorter and louder and making himself sway a little on his feet. He didn't need to put on much of an act, just succumb to the pain and faintness he was already feeling. As predicted, Joan stopped testing him and rushed right to his side.

"Okay, okay, stay with me, Crosshair," she said softly. She wrapped an arm around his back, knowing he wouldn't be able to stretch his arm up and over her shoulder in his condition. Even through the pain, Crosshair felt a little excited tingle run through his body as her frame pressed against his. She began slowly leading him toward the couch. "I'll give you a pass on this one, but you need to stay awake so I can teach you what to do."

Joan helped him sit on the edge of the couch and quickly launched into her teaching moment. She had him cut open his shirt and showed him how to use the handheld x-ray monitor to asses if any ribs were broken. After determining it was just a bad bruise, she then explained how not to treat it: no bandagings, no deep breaths, but also not too many shallow breaths or else pneumonia might settle. She had him apply his own bacta patch and repeat back the frequency he should replace the patches while it healed. She also made him promise not to strain himself for a while, knowing he'd still need to train, but wanting to ensure he did it as safely as possible.

The whole time, Crosshair was in awe... of her medical expertise, her calmness, her way of inspiring him to take his health into his own hands. He wondered if she would ever feel the same about him. It was one thing to be impressive at darts, and a whole other thing to actually be attractive. Sitting there with his shirt off, his slight frame hunched and an ugly bruise on his abdomen, he wasn't sure he could pull it off.

Once she'd taught him all she could, she helped slip a poncho over his head, the only thing he could put on until the bacta settled in and gave him more range of motion.

"Thanks," he told her. "Sorry if I ruined your evening."

"Not at all." She walked with him to the door. "Also, I'll make sure Hunter lets you all have tomorrow off. I told him he could push you guys, but not break you."

"It wasn't Hunter's fault." Crosshair couldn't believe he was admitting this, but it was too late now. "I... kinda got distracted."

She gazed up at him for a moment, her green eyes subdued in the dim lighting. He knew if there was ever a moment for him to say something meaningful, it would be now. But he didn't know the first thing about flirting. He wasn't even a conversationalist in general. What could he possibly say?

"Green." The word slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about it. Her eyebrows quirked up questioningly. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. He gulped and tried to save himself. "We did the Endor sim today and I realized my favorite color is green."

She didn't react right away, just kept looking at him with that soft look in her eyes. Then she said, "Mine too. I didn't know how much I'd miss it, coming here. Maybe... maybe you could show me the sim some time? Not to run, just to look at."

He nodded, trying to contain the blush that threatened to appear.

"Although, maybe I should get some target practice in... Clearly I'm not that good at it."

"Is that why you resort to punching droids?"

She laughed, a genuine and lovely sound that made his heart race for completely different reasons.

"I'll help you practice," he said, finally stepping into the hall to be on his way. He wanted to leave before he said something stupid and ruined the moment. "The least I could do."

"Deal," Joan grinned.

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The Sniper and The Medic: Chapter 12

Starring: Crosshair, OC Joan Vo, mentions of the other Bad Batchers

Chapter Warnings: drinking

Taglist: @proadhog @skippyhopperwisdom

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A/N: The final chapter! Just a quick way to wrap up this little Crosshair story on a happier note, especially before we get our hearts ripped out with the new show coming this week

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Chapter 12: Turn for the Better

Crosshair hated a lot of things. Fluorescent lights, loud music, crowded rooms, his brothers getting recklessly drunk... Things that happened to be simultaneously prevalent here at 79's.

The sniper had positioned himself in the far corner of the popular clone hangout, the most strategic spot he could manage in such a chaotic environment. With his back to the wall, he could more-or-less keep an eye on most of the area, from the entrance to the bar, from the dance floor to the booths along the opposite wall. The only thing that complicated his ability to track his brothers was the number of equally-intoxicated people milling all around them. But Crosshair stayed vigilant, not letting any of them get out of his sight for more than a few seconds.

They didn't often come here; not only was their schedule usually filled with one mission after another, but they also weren't exactly eager to socialize with the regs when they did get a night of R&R. The last week had been rougher than usual, though, and while Crosshair didn't really understand why, the others had wanted to recover and let loose on Coruscant. He was outvoted, and begrudgingly followed.

He chewed on the straw of his drink, only occasionally taking sips as his sharp eyes roamed across all the moving figures before him. There was a handful of other species flitting about, but it was mostly regs in various types of uniform, all behaving predictably stupid. Wrecker had attracted a group of them at the far end of the bar as he faced off against a cocky captain in a drinking contest. Tech was by the hallway to the refresher, trying to help a tipsy reg stay standing, but having a hard time keeping his balance himself. And Hunter's figure bobbed and weaved around the dance floor, taking advantage of the numbing effects of the alcohol in his system to actually enjoy the boisterous music. 

It was all so ridiculous, and Crosshair couldn't think of a worse place to spend his evening.

At least, that's what he thought until she came into the room.

He carefully kept his brothers in his periphery as he now tracked the newcomer. She snaked her way through the crowd toward the bar. She gave polite smiles to some of the clones as she passed, but otherwise kept to herself. He could see the tenseness in her shoulders, the apprehensive way she was breathing, how generally uncomfortable she seemed to be. And yet, she walked with purpose, with the same confidence that had made Crosshair fall for her all those years ago.

He had never stopped loving Doctor Joan Vo. Seeing her here now wasn't just unexpected, it was like a dream. He forced himself to take a breath as she leaned against the bar just a few feet from him and put in her drink order. She looked as beautiful as ever, though there were undoubedtly new lines of wrinkles on her face and a thinness to her frame that gave him concern over how her life had been going.

She noticed Wrecker first, turning her head abruptly at his sudden roar of laughter from the other end of the bar. Crosshair couldn't see her face as she turned, but she didn't dwell on his burly brother for long. Instead, she whipped her head around to scan the rest of the facility. Searching.... Hoping....

When her eyes finally met his, every other person in the bar seemed to disappear. All the lights, all the sounds, merely faded into the background of his attention. Joan's eyes were wide and bright and beautiful. She came toward him, ignoring the bartender as he tried to hand over her drink, sliding around the people who stood between them as if they didn't exist.

"Hey, Crosshair," she said through the smile he had dreamed about every night since he'd last seen it.

"Hey, Joan. How are you?"