Crosshair as the Ice Vulture. A survivalist, who picks at scraps because he has to. Looked up at with disdain and no small amount of fear, but ultimately dismissed as a real threat to the Empire. Persistent as he flies above head, as he sticks to a goal.
And lonely, so lonely, facing up against an Imperial Lieutenant that sees him as nothing but a tool. Feeling like he was abandoned by his brothers, shunned by his peers. Circling his path on his own. So tragically, terribly alone.
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