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An oldie but a goodie!

Omg can I ask 9 with Echo??? Love your works 🖤

So sorry for the delay! I went with Bad Batch Echo for this! Please let me know if that was the wrong version to go with!

Echos disguise is based off of the ‘droid’ disguise he had in the bad batch when Hunter sold him!

Echo x Reader

"You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever gonna change."

Echo watched you flit around the ballroom in a gentle flurry of silk material. You were in your element. Born to a Senator and now following in her footsteps. One of the younger senators in the senate and one of the more outspoken against the war and the use of clones as fodder. How he’d ended up as your bodyguard was still a confusing mystery for him. One day he was working with the batch in the outer rim and the next day he was being shuttled off to Coruscant for a special assignment. That was over a year ago. Now he stood to the side of the room, disguised as a droid, watching you speak with countless other members of the Senate.

You were beautiful, a shining light in the darkness of his life. You welcomed him with open arms when Fox presented him to you. Happy to finally be working next to a clone. Cause that’s what you two were in your eyes, colleagues. Not a bodyguard and his charge, but friends. You’d told him as much in your first meeting too. Never once did Echo feel like you looked down on him, even with his special looks. He’d watched you stand up to countless sexist senators, defend him and his vod with passion, and help those in desperate need of help. Even now, when others were here at the banquet to have a good time, you were here to be the voice that so many desperately needed. While others were drinking and laughing, you were arranging medical supplies for families on the outer rim affected by the war.

Brown eyes watched as you forced a laugh at some joke spoken by the senator on your left. Echo had seen you laugh countless times and had made you laugh as well. That wasn’t a true laugh, that was your ‘I’m doing this for the sake of my program. You’re making me uncomfortable and I’d like you to go away but I can’t say that so instead I’m gonna laugh’ laugh. He watched as the man raised his hand to the small of your back and he seethed. You didn’t like being touched by people you didn’t know and seeing as this guy wasn’t moving his hand, it was time for him to step in.

“Oh, I firmly believe that this program is important. Children and families are being completely uprooted from their ancestral lands because of this war. They need our aid to help them survive.” With a shift of your weight, you tried to pull away from the man’s hand that was trying to stroke your back. You wanted to vomit from his touch.

“But do they require as much aid as you are requesting? Surely if we continue to simply give them everything, they will not survive on their own.” The Bothan senator crossed his arms as he stroked the long fur on his chin.

You fought the sigh that tried to escape your lips. This was always the hard part. So many didn’t care about those in need, they just feigned caring. “Part of the funds you’d be contributing would b-“ you coughed as a hand suddenly grabbed your ass. Did this guy really think you’d suddenly fall for him because of that? You turned to say something to him when you heard your favorite voice.

“Please refrain from laying hands on the Senator.” Echo moved the hand from your ass before sliding between the two, becoming your barrier. “Continued assault will result in removal from the premises.” He spoke in an almost monotone voice, trying to mimic the speech patterns of droids.

It made you smile the way he always seemed to perfectly time his sudden appearances. Just when you were about to go off on someone and probably look bad, he’d step in and save ya. It was hard to think about your life before him or even possibly without him now. In a way, you loved him being around. He made you smile and laugh and feel safe. Sure, safety was the main point of his job. But there was a difference between being safe and feeling safe. Echo made you feel safe and warm. You watched as eyebrows raised around the group at his remark, a few of the senators spoke to their assistants in their private languages.

The male senator seethed at the droid blatantly outing him. “And just what are you!”

“This is EC-HO. My bodyguard and assistant droid.” You patted his shoulder with a pleased smile. He’d definitely be getting thanked for this later.

The Bothan Senator tilted his head in surprise. “Interesting. I have not seen this model before. Is it new? Where did you acquire it?” He reached out to touch the droid but found his hand moved away.

Your hand went out and blocked the Senator from touching Echo. “He is a prototype designed by an acquaintance of mine. As you can imagine, he is very valuable to me.” Dropping your hand, you gripped Echo's wrist gently and squeezed it twice. The signal that you were ready to leave.

“Fascinating, I would love to discuss this droid with its creator. Perhaps you could give me their contact information.” The Bothan looked over EC-HO closely. He was very human-like.

“My creator wishes to remain anonymous until my design is finalized.” He returned the two squeezes, letting you know he understood.

Releasing his hand, you grasped both of yours in front of you. “There are still a few kinks that need to be worked out.”

Echo was so thankful for the make covering his reddening face. How dare you mention his kinks like this. “Madam, it is almost time for your call with my creator.”

You nodded, the hitch in his voice caught your attention. A smile crossed your lips as you tried not to let the blush on your cheeks become obvious. “I’m sorry, I must be going.”

“Perhaps I could escort you back to your room, Senator. It will give me a chance to properly apologize to you.” The male senator tried to live around Echo but found himself blocked once more.

“Thank you for the offer.” A hand was placed on Echo's upper arm as you prevented him from grabbing the Senator. “But I must discuss some important details with EC-HO. Goodbye.” Not waiting for a response from him, you made a speedy exit from the ballroom.

-*-

By the time you’d made it back to your room, it had begun to downpour. The balcony doors had been left open in your suite and the sweet smell of flowers and rain filled the room. That was one thing you loved about visiting Naboo. No matter what kind of weather the planet was experiencing, it was beautiful. While Echo secured your room and checked the adjoining room, technically his room, you made your way to the balcony to enjoy the rain.

The rain soaked your cream gown within moments, your hair sticking to your skin and your heels beginning to slip. You began to reach down to pull them off but found Echo already there. His real hand slipped around towards the latch on your pink heels. “Thank you, Echo.” A content sigh leaves your lips as you lean against the railing and feel your shoes slide off.

Echo ran his hand up your leg as he slowly stood, his fingers gliding across your smooth skin. “Of course, Mesh’la.” He pressed into you from behind as his lips found your shoulder. “Have I told you enough how beautiful you looked tonight?”

A shiver ran down your spine as his lips sprinkled kisses up your shoulder and onto your neck. “Just once more, my love.” Your head fell back against his shoulder when he pulled his teeth across your soft skin.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight. Especially right now.” His scomp slid forward and rested against one of your breasts. The darkened skin of your nipples almost visible through the soaked fabric.

“I bet that senator would say the same.” You felt him squeeze your side tightly, a growl leaving him as he ground the bulge in his pants against your ass. “Perhaps we should ask him to come in, so we can discuss his thoughts.” His grip became even tighter and you let out a pleasure-filled moan.

He knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. Just like when the slit of your dress flashed his clone number tattoo that you had on your upper thigh at him while you were walking down the stairs earlier. You’d purposely bought the high-slit dress to tease him. “His only focus was fucking you because of how sexy you are in this dress.” His lips wrapped around the skin between your neck and shoulder before he sucked, a lovely mark being left behind.

“Too bad I’d rather fuck someone else tonight.” Stepping back, you rubbed your ass against his bulge. An airy moan left his lips, making you chuckle.

“Mmmm, that’s right.” His lips moved up to your earlobe. His teeth grazed against it as his voice became deeper, darker. “You're mine tonight,” his real hand snaked around your waist and dipped between your legs, playing with your clit. “and that isn't ever gonna change.”

A shaky breath left you as he began to tease you. “Wouldn’t have it…hnnng….any other way.” Your grip on the rail tightened as the rain continued to soak you two. “E-Echo.” A long moan left you as your upper body bent over the rail.

Just seeing how easily he could make you crumble sent a surge of pride through him. That was right. You belonged to him. It was his number on your thigh. His mark on your neck and on one of your breasts from the night before. And soon, it would be his seed inside your womb. “You’ve got two choices, Senator. Here, or the bed.”

Oh, fuck! You loved it when he spoke to you like this. Your room was at the back of the palace, no one else was near yours. The downpour outside was loud and muffling. “Here. Now. Please.” This could be one of your only chances to fuck outside like this, publicly. At any moment a starship could fly by and see you two together and the thought drove you insane.

“As you command, ma’am. Now be a good Senator and spread these luscious legs.” Echo fell to his knees behind you with an oomph, his hand pushing the fabric of your dress up to your hips displaying your ass and your cunt to him. “I believe you may have forgotten a piece of clothing tonight, Senator.” Leaning forward, he placed a long kick across your soaking heat. Fuck, he loved how you tasted. All hot and wet for him.

A squeak left you as you felt his hot tongue dip into your core. What that man could do with his tongue was mind-numbing. You rocked your hips back into him, loving the feeling. “I had plannnnnned” your words slurred as his thumb found your clit once more. Fuck, focusing was so hard right now. “On having…nnng… to fix my heel. Ugh!” Your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ as he sucked against your cunt. “And letting yoooouuuu.” Son of a bantha he was doing this on purpose. Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to focus on your sentence. “See that I wasn’t wearing any.” A scream of pleasure left you as his finger suddenly dipped inside of you.

“Mmm, so you planned on teasing me? You know how much I love it when you do that.” As he spoke, his hand moved from your heat and to his pocket. “I picked something up before we left Coruscant. Up for trying something new?”

“Always.” You forced the word out between ragged breaths. Echo had quickly become one of the reasons you’d started working out again. He was insatiable at times and with his enhanced stamina, you needed to train your stamina up. But even with your new workout regimens, it was hard to keep up with him. Especially when he worked you so nicely. Looking over your shoulder at him, you watched as he pulled something made out of rubber, possibly, from his pocket and slid it onto his scomp. The rain made it hard for you to see exactly what it looked like, but you could see that it was red. “W-what’s that?”

Echo smirked as he rolled the silicon cover down his scomp. “It’s designed to be a stimulating cover for sex toys. But after some research, I figured out that they also fit over my scomp.” Standing up, he moved his scomp toward your face, letting you get a good look at it. “Lick it, so I can try it in your pussy.”

Now that it was closer to your face, you could see all the ridges and textured parts of it. You let out a shuddered breath as you moved your head forward and took the appendage in your mouth. His hand found your clit once more and he began to work you vigorously. Your head bobbed up and down on his scomp until he pulled it away, an amused smile on his lips. “It’s not as big as you.” Your eyes fell on his bulge. Ugh, you wished he would just fuck you with it already. Yes, you enjoyed the foreplay and how he could make you cum with his tongue or fingers. But his cock filled you just right and you wanted to go to bed feeling full tonight.

“Mmm, couldn’t have you wanting my scomp more than my dick.” His scomp slid down your back, between your cheeks, and against your core. “Now, are you ready?” You nodded slowly. “And what’s the safe word?”

A gasp left you as you felt the scomp begin to push in. “F-Fives!” His lips found your neck once more and he peppered sweet kisses against your soaked skin while slowly moving the scomp into your heat.

“Good girl.” Looking down at his scomp, he watched it disappear into you. A groan left him as you keened into his ear. “How’s that feel?” He pulled it out slowly before pushing it back into you.

Another long moan left you as he continued to move in and out at an almost maddening slow speed. “G-good.” You weren’t sure it could feel any better until it suddenly began to vibrate and twist. “Oh, fuck! Echo! Fuck!” Your knees began to shake as the feeling rushed through you. Already that string deep inside you was tightening.

Echo’s hand moved to his pants and quickly pulled out his cock. His hand pumped in time with the chants leaving your lips. The way you were screaming his name and moaning was enough of a turn-on for him. “That’s right. Keep screaming my name. Cum on my scomp.” It was something he never expected to say but stars how he loved it.

That wasn’t going to take you long. Relaxing the railing, you moved your hand between your legs and started rubbing your clit. “C-close. Faster, please.” Your hips rocked back and forth as you chased your release. So close, you just needed that one thing to push you over the edge.

“Anything for you.” He fell to his knees and angled himself so he could suck on your clit while still fucking you with his scomp.

“Oh, shit!” That was exactly what you needed! Your head fell forward as you screamed his name. Your orgasm hitting you in a gloriously blinding light of ecstasy.

He loved watching you cum, loved hearing you scream because of him. The scomp continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, his tongue running slow circles over your clit. After a few more thrusts, he pulled the scomp out and pushed his face into your cunt. His tongue danced against you, drinking up every drop of honey that he could. “This is my favorite dessert right here. I could eat you every day.” Sitting back on his heels, he watched as your hips sway side to side. Your slick ran down the back of your legs and he couldn’t stop from leaving forward and licking some of it away. “Ready for more?”

“Stars, yes!” You needed him to fill you up already. “Fill me and you can have me every night.” The sound of him chuckling drew your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as he stood and lined himself up with your cunt. “W-wait!” He raised an eyebrow to you in surprise. “Kiss me? You haven’t this entire time.”

“How rude of me.” Echo turned you around and pulled you into a deep kiss. His hand slid into your soaked hair and gripped it tightly. Stars, how he adored you. Adored the taste of your lips and how perfectly both of you fit together. His tongue danced against yours as a happy sigh left you and you melted into his arms. A smile rested on his lips as he rested his forehead against yours. “Want to move this inside?”

“Not yet. Want you to fill me out here first.” Your hand slid down the front of him and gripped his hard cock. He was so damn big with the most perfect curve you’d ever seen. It hit that spot inside your perfectly every time.

Echo chuckled as he rubbed his nose against yours. “Keep talking like that and I might start thinking that ya me to breed you.”

You licked your lips at his words. “Maybe one day. For now, I just enjoy the practice rounds.”

His hand released your hair and fell to your ass. Giving it a tight squeeze, he listened to you squeak before turning you around once more. “Then let’s get back to practicing.” Lining himself up with you once more, he leaned over and whispered deeply to you. “After all, practice makes perfect.”

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Awake- Part 2

Crosshair x Innkeeper!Reader

*Not canon to Season 3*

Part 1

Chapter Summary- The calvary arrives and you feel something familiar.

Authors Notes- Here we are! Part 2 finally! Once I found Crosshairs voice I was able to bust this out in a day! While his voice doesn’t come easy for me when it does come it comes FAST!

Sleep, Crosshair’s escape from the sanity-breaking torture of Tantiss. He dreamed of countless different things from past missions to reuniting with his brothers. Things he would have done differently in his life and what he’d say to make up for his mistakes. But most importantly, he dreamed of her.

He wasn’t sure when she started appearing in his dreams but he could pinpoint when she started becoming important to him. It had been four months ago after a particularly intense session of torture from Hemlock. He’d passed out from the pain and that’s when she’d appeared. Her name was always a muffled sound to him, her looks fuzzy and hard to make out. But that voice, maker, that voice was everything to him.

It was soft and gentle, filled with love and kindness. When she spoke his name it was like hearing it said for the first time, every time. It was like a breath of fresh air filled his lungs whenever she spoke his name. He became almost desperate for the torture and attempts at re-education to end just for him to finally be able to get back to sleep. In sleep was where the woman who was saving him was.

If only he knew her name.

“Your name. Please. What is your name?”

She laughed like an angel. “You’ve always known my name, Sniper.” Humming softly, she stepped around the couch that had appeared and sat down, but not before she moved a doll out of the way and onto the small table in front of her.

Crosshair stared at her as she called him the sweet nickname. It sent a shiver through his body as he walked around the couch and sat beside her. His eyes fell on the odd doll for a moment before he looked back at her. “How? I’ve never met you before.”

“No. You haven’t. But one day you will.” She reached up and stroked his cheek with a feather-light touch.

He had to laugh at that. How would they ever meet if he was stuck here? “How? When?”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly.

To his surprise, as he kissed her, those fuzzy eyes cleared for the briefest of moments and he finally could make them out. They were perfect.

“Cross, all you need to do.” She pulled away and reached for the doll on the table. “Is wake up.”

“No.” It couldn’t be over already! It had just started.

“Yes. Wake up, Crosshair.” The couch they were on began to stretch, her body fading into the darkness.

Crosshair shook his head as she faded away, those deep eyes one of the last things to fade. “No!”

He sat up with a gasp as the faint whisper of her begging him to wake up filled his ears. At the door of his cell stood Hunter, begging him to wake up.

-*-

“Your arm, what happened?” Hunter looked down the hall towards the cameras. Howzer stood on the other end quickly working through the door mechanisms to get Crosshair’s door open.

“Hemlock” was all the sniper said as he stood from the bed and made his way to the door. “How are you here? How did you find this place?”

“ A contact of ours had someone on the inside. She managed to get lucky and mixed with our intel. Finding this place was easy at that point.” The door three doors down from them hissed open and a thin and confused clone staggered out. He looked at Hunter for a moment before staggering down the hall.

Someone had helped them? “Why would they help you?”

Hunter sighed as he heard the next door open. Crosshair was ever the cautious one. “She’s helping us all. But she’s also looking for someone.”

“Who?” The door to his cell slid open finally and suddenly there was nothing between him and his brother. They stared awkwardly at one another. Were they supposed to hug now? Run to one another and cry?

“Fox. She’s looking for Fox.” Hunter stepped forward and placed his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. “It’s good to see ya.”

Fox? “Fox isn’t here. Not that I’ve heard.” Hemlock had told him when Cody was brought in, as well as Wolffe. There was no doubt that he would have told him that Fox of all people was there. He relaxed slightly at the warm feeling of his brother's hand on his shoulder, thankful that he’d broken the awkwardness first. “You too, Hunter.” The two of them walked out of the cell and looked towards the exit. “What about Omega?”

He wasn’t there? Damn. He’d hoped to find the Commander as a ‘thank you’ to the Senator. It seemed they’d have to continue searching. “Wrecker found her about five minutes ago.” Hunter pointed down the hall and began the long walk with his brother.

“And Hemlock?” There was no way that the slime should be allowed to live.

Hunter sighed as the two of them worked their way through the ongoing carnage. Troopers were firing on prisoners while clones, who were no doubt with Hunter, fired back in defense. Bodies of all three sides littered the long halls of the research base “running with whatever data he could grab as well as his helpers.”

“Nala Se is willingly going with him?” That was a surprise to the clone.

“No.” Hunter stopped and looked at Crosshair carefully. “When we arrived the alarm was triggered. It seemed Hemlock had a feeling we’d be coming. All non-essential personnel were executed. As well as anyone useful to the rebellion. Including Nala Se.” He shook his head at the memory of the room full of executed personnel.

Was Crosshair emotional over Nala Se’s death? More than he expected. The woman had created them, given them life, and made them who they were. Even during his time here on Tantiss she’d been the one to take care of them all when they were injured. Crosshair swallowed the lump in his throat that had surprisingly appeared before continuing towards the exit. “Hemlock can’t be allowed to escape.” He’d get revenge. Not just for him, but for Nala Se, Emerie, and the countless others who’d died because of the fucking Empire.

-*-

“In here” Crosshair pointed to a room he’d passed on countless occasions, one that he’d attempted to break into on his first escape attempt months ago. The Armory. Back then the door had been closed and required a datapad to open. Now it stood open and free to all in the base. Most of the blasters were gone, with a variety of a few remaining on the wall. Unsurprisingly, the two sniper rifles sat untouched in their mounts on the wall. They’d be useless in an assault like this for the normal troopers who ran around the base. It took them far too long to line up their shots to be useful. But for an expert like Crosshair? They were just what he needed.

Hunter watched Crosshair walk over and grab one of the rifles with his good hand. “Think you can still shoot?” He motioned to the broken arm in its sling. Crosshair had always joked that he could shoot with an arm tied behind his back. Never did he think he’d have to prove such a thing.

Crosshair pulled the rifle off the wall and used his hip to swing the weapon onto his shoulder. “I’ll make it count.”

“I got eyes on Hemlock.” Howzers voice crackled in Hunter's earpiece. “He’s heading towards the loading bay Charlie.”

“Slow him down however you can. Don’t let him escape.” Hunter spoke quickly while motioning to Crosshair that it was time to go.

“On it.” Gregor’s voice sounded off before the sound of blaster fire.

Echo was the next to sound off. “Take him alive if possible. We need to know what he was doing here.”

Hunter’s eyes shifted to Crosshair who was adjusting the sniper rifle. He doubted the sniper would allow Hemlock to live after what he’d been through. The broken arm was a clear indication that things had been bad. “We’ll do what we can. No promises.” It was all he could give him.

-*-

Gregor dodged behind a barrier and held his blaster close. Overhead, shots flew by him in rapid succession. “Hemlocks on the ship. We can’t hold him back any longer!” He yelled into his communicator.

“Don’t let that ship leave. Do what you need to do to ground it!” Echo ran down a hall away from the landing dock. He’d delivered Cody safely to one of the shuttles and was now heading to find his family. As badly as he wanted and needed Hemlock alive, he’d rather he be dead than escape.

“In here.” Crosshair motioned to a control room that overlooked the landing docks. Running to one of the consoles, he pushed the slumped-over corpse of an imperial to the floor with a thump before placing the rifle down.

Hunter pulled his blaster out and shot out the window to ease Crosshair’s shot. “Ya got one shot, Cross.”

The sniper sighed loudly as he looked through the scope. “I’ll get it.” He adjusted the magnification on the scope a few times before adjusting the windage turret as well. “Hunter, your bandana.”

Even after almost two years of being separated, Hunter remembered exactly what he was asking for. The bandana around his head was undone quickly and tied to the end of the rifle. He watched as Crosshair slid the gun's muzzle out of the window and the bandana began to blow to the left. If Cross missed this shot then that would be it, Hemlock would be gone. Hunter brushed his sweaty dirty hair out of his face and watched carefully as his brother adjusted the scope once more.

Thirty degrees to the right, wind speed at ten knots, elevation an additional six and a half degrees, lead the shot. Crosshair watched as the ship hovered for a moment before leaving the hangar. Lead the shot. Plan where the target will be, not where it is. Crosshair took a deep breath steading himself before releasing the breath. He adjusted once more, led the shot, and fired.

-*-

“I can’t believe you made all of this just from a holo, Stitches.” You placed a hand on one of the many stacks of clothes that your friend had seen for the batch. “They look really good.”

Stitches looked up from the dress in her lap and smiled softly. “Thanks. I’m hoping they fit the two I haven’t met yet. Going off the holo alone can only give me so much. Plus from what Wrecker said, it was an old picture of all of them.” Still, she’d done her best with the little she had.

“Are you sure you don’t mind giving up a few of your rooms for them?” Chai walked in from the kitchen and passed you a cup of sweet tea. Your favorite, especially the way she made it.

You took the cup from her and sipped the cool drink happily. It was a warmer than usual day on Pabu so the cold drink hit just the right spot. “Not at all. It’s been slow and the rooms are sitting empty. Besides, It’ll probably only be three of them.” You winked at Chai who blushed brightly. “Right?”

The seamstress in the room nodded as she took a cup from Chai as well. “Wrecker and Omega will be staying here with me. Hopefully, Tech will be staying with Chai.”

Chai felt like her cheeks were on fire. She knew you guys were only poking fun because you wanted them together. It was the fact she was hearing it said out loud that was making her blush. She and Tech hadn’t even solidified what they were yet! Now everyone was talking about them living together. She had to admit she did like the idea.

“Oh, you’re thinking about it right now. Aren’t you?” You wiggled your eyebrow at your friend and watched as she nodded sheepishly. “Knew it!” The three of you giggled playfully filling the room with laughter. The sound made you smile. Your two dearest friends were going through some rough times right now. It had been nearly a month since their boys had left and they hadn’t heard from any of them in three weeks. The stress and worry were eating at them both and you could see it. This time together was hopefully helping to calm them both. “Mmm,” a thought came to you while you sipped your drink. “I still haven’t seen the holo.” You walked over and picked up her datapad. “Can I?”

“Yeah. Of course. Would help you to know who to look out for when they get back.” Stitches reached over and tapped the screen a few times before a holo came up. “There they are. Wrecker said it’s an old picture before Crosshair and Echo left. But I’m guessing they look close to the same.”

Your eyes shifted to the holo and you felt your breath freeze in your throat. “What’s this one’s name?” You pointed to the bald-looking one holding a long gun.

Stitches looked up from the dress in her lap and over to where you were pointing. “That’s Crosshair. He’s their sniper, well, was.”

“Crosshair,” you said the name and it suddenly felt familiar on your tongue. Somehow you felt like you’d known that name forever. Looking back at the picture you squinted at his eyes for a moment. They also felt familiar, how strange.

“You okay?” Chai walked over and looked at the holo as well. She let out a little sigh as she spotted her Tech. She missed him more than she’d admit.

Head tilted to the side, you nodded slowly. “Yeah, just having one of those déjà vu moments.” You pointed to Crosshair and tapped the screen gently as Chai and Stitches both gave you odd looks. “He looks familiar is all.”

“Maybe you saw him on Coruscant when you used to go there?” Chai looked at the stern-looking clone. For clones, they really didn’t look alike. One of the benefits of being from their special group it seemed

You chewed your lip in thought. Before the war ended you did go to Coruscant a few times with your grandfather. Maybe she was right and you saw him in passing. “Yeah. Maybe.” Passing the datapad back to Stitches, you picked up your drink once more. “What do you know about him?”

Stitches shrugged while continuing the hem on the dress she was making for Omega. “Not much. Wrecker doesn’t like to talk too much about him and neither does Omega.”

“Tech called him his twin. Said they were two halves of a whole it felt like. I could tell it made Tech sad to think about him.” Chai took a seat on the couch and watched the way Stitches’ fingers moved expertly over the material.

“Hmm, interesting. Well, I look forward to meeting both of them.” The familiar feeling was still nagging at you. How could you have met someone like him? You’d remember meeting a clone, especially one that looked like him. Still, there was not much you could do about it now. You’d just have to sleep on it.” You moved away from the girls and over to one of the windows where you watched a few birds fly by as you sipped your tea. No matter what the source of the feeling was, you’d no doubt be meeting him soon. You thought about his name once more as another one pulled at your mind but you couldn’t recall it. Mulling the name over in your mouth for a moment you let out a soft breath as wind swept by the window. With a breathy whisper, you spoke into the wind and let it carry your words someplace safe.

“Crosshair.”

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