Red Flags (Crosshair x Reader)
Premise: …If Lucasfilm really is taking the Fanboys’ Way Out (FWO) and un-aliving everybody, this can be canon instead. In any case, this is the official sequel to Understanding, and I'm going to do my best to see it through to a somewhat less abrupt end.
Story Notes/Warnings: All right, Lucasfilm...*sigh* ...Since you've more or less told me with your whole chest that Crosshair is perfectly healthy despite a lump in his head; visual sensitivity to light; growing hand tremors and an inability to shoot, so the only treatment he really needs is the Morality 101 class rather than going straight to emergency care...
...And that AZI-3 is now needed for absolutely nothing regarding the Clone Troopers in general, since Captain Rex totally overreacted about how dangerous the inhibitor chips were and probably even Wrecker would have just grown out of it after an hour...this is now classified as a Canon Divergent/No Retconning AU, because as an autistic woman, it's easier for me to function when the rules don't keep getting rewritten and I'm able to finish what I start in peace.
Warnings: ...Basically all of Crosshair's health issues in the whole series, because why leave so much as a single stone unturned?
Special Notes: I'll be going straight back to my longfics after this, and I really hope nobody expects me to just drop them and/or start over from scratch, because you might be disappointed there. 😅 Also, the header was made by @stars-n-spice.
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🍽 "eat up" is really the only blessing needed for this meal, as Omega is looking a little ashen and Crosshair is pretty much a dead man walking. It's better that they get started ahead of you anyway, as you're not exactly the type of host that neglects guests on purpose.
🍽 once each of them picks up their respective spoons, however, that's when things take a slight turn for the worse.
🍽 not only does Crosshair's hand shake something terrible, but whatever first taste he hoped to get today spills out onto the table long before he can even bring it to his mouth.
🍽 he answers this accident with a very loud curse word, a thing you would normally hear in the shipyards beyond your house, but not so much in the town.
🍽 nevertheless, as you see him grip at his forehead and wince, you're quick to offer him a napkin, as you know for a fact that you'd hate to be embarrassed in front of strangers, too.
🍽 whatever it takes to get this one calmed down.
🍽 thankfully, you're also not the only one paying attention here, because Omega wastes no time in coming over to assist. Meaning, at least in this situation, she's able to steady his hand just enough to get more than one spoonful into him. (Thank the Force.)
🍽 once he's calmed himself down a bit more, those tremors also lessen enough to allow himself to finish eating on his own. This allows Omega to go back and eat as well, especially with Crosshair insisting that no, he doesn't need her to be his nursery droid, please take care of yourself, too.
🍽 as you remind them in your most gentle tone possible, however...you have questions. Questions about where they came from, what they were doing before their escape, and who exactly might notice that they're missing.
🍽 Omega does most of the talking for this stage, though not without a hint of bitterness in her voice when she mentions the name Hemlock. According to her, as you are careful to not let yourself forget, it's almost a certainty that he's responsible for her brother's new 'condition', if not also the literal suffering of hundreds back in the place they call Tantiss.
🍽 at this same time, you hear her continue, he and a few of his former patients might also be the ones that come calling if you all don't leave soon. She mentions an island called Pabu, though she confesses to not knowing the name of the planet it's on. No matter what, though, they'll be trying to track her down and you need to leave soon.
🍽 we will, you're careful to promise her, not wanting to delay any action that could keep the three of you out of harm's way, but you still have a few more questions to ask.
🍽 first, why did the two of you get separated from the others in the first place?
🍽 and second...why does your brother keep gripping his head like that?
🍽 it's only after you ask this final question that Crosshair finally speaks up, the weight of a thousand crimes evident in his brief, three-word answer.
🍽 "It's my fault."
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The Force-ening || S3 One-Shot
Brief Description: What if...Omega and the other Tantiss kids used the Force to call for help?
Word Count: Less than 1k
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Characters Included: Crosshair, Eva, Hunter, Omega, Commander Cody, Commander Wolffe, and others.
Spoilers: Up to 3x11, because I am NEVER being nice to Rampart.
Special Thanks: Inspired by Fireflye over on Twitter, though I also drew on some inspiration from a few Stephen King novels with just a smattering of Dune inspiration to wash it down.
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He had never expected to find himself so powerless in this moment, this former sniper.
Normally, the prime vantage point during a battle would have been his, as well as the glory of taking out the most dangerous of battle droids or rival gun turrets so that the fighting would ultimately shift in the Republic’s favor. One small but terribly important job to do, and with very little physical effort needed to complete it.
Thanks to the cold-blooded machinations of the Empire, however…he found himself staring blankly at the galactic maps and terrains before him, a sour feeling growing in the pit of his stomach while the two Commanders, Wolffe and Cody, tossed their limited intel between them like two natborn toddlers trying to catch the other’s ball. An extremely difficult mental exercise this time, though unfortunately, one with very little chance of the results they were looking for, as their missing link continued to be just that.
Missing.
That must have been exactly how this new enemy saw them now, truth be told. Just a bunch of overgrown toddlers, fully armed to the teeth, fully ready to organize any reinforcements they needed and fully prepared to fight…but with absolutely no clue as to where they needed to point their weapons.
How that kriffing Hemlock must be laughing at them all.
How quickly must he be declaring his early victory against them.
And, if the rising voices and shortening tempers were anything to go on…how easily he could have to just wait for them to start fighting each other.
Crosshair remembered letting out a loud sigh of frustration before pulling himself out of his seat, no longer able to look any of these XO’s in the face without being reminded of just how easy it had been to let this new enemy lull him into total obedience. Like if he just punished the right amount of “criminals”, the less likely this Imperial beast would think to feast upon his newly fallen corpse and actually try thinking of him as a friend instead...or whatever he was supposed to call the pale, sickly natborns who were given much more power than he could ever hope to have.
Well…not only did he have a grand total of zero friends back there, but Cross wasn’t exactly sure he had any support over here, either. Not when the comms that Omega should have had never turned on, the trackers he’d attempted to put in place were either removed or failed to hit their target, and any telltale chatter over the various media feeds continued to be slim to nothing.
In fact, if he really wanted to hit the peak of pessimism, he could go off on a tangent and say that the universe itself had finally turned against him, because it sure as hell wasn’t gonna grant him or anyone else in this room any more favors. All he could really do, at least in the here and now, was go someplace quieter to clear his head and try meditating just as Omega had taught him back on the beach.
At least…that had been his thought until the strange smells came.
First, there was the sharp tang of antiseptic, the sterile smell of some medical facility, and then…meiloorun juice—?!
—CROSSHAIR HELP US—
—I THINK WE—
—CROSSHAIR PLEASE DON’T LET THEM—
—HELP US WE HAVE THE COORDINATES, IT’S—
—MAMMAAA—
—…Then…the next thing he knew, he had been propped up against an old artillery shell with half the higher-ups kneeling around him, his head spinning just a little as he gradually regained consciousness.
Somebody had been using the Force to contact him.
No...she had been using it to contact him for help.
And if he had his head on straight these days, which hopefully, he did...he would be sure to answer.
“…you all right? Can you see me?!”
Hunter’s face slowly swam into view as the sense of something pressing against his head—sore, ha ha, why wouldn’t it be—finally became clear to him. A sense that came with the phantom feeling of several pairs of smaller hands patting nervously, or rather comfortingly, against his larger injured one.
Almost like…like they were letting him know not to be afraid, to stand up and get back into the thick of things because oh dear, they would certainly have to do the exact same thing if they wanted to live…and that was right before the strongest of these little sparks of life made itself known.
Before one more, somewhat bigger presence touched the edge of its forehead against his own at that moment, the touch of warmth rising there as though to counteract all of the colder shocks he had ever dealt with.
Before he not only sensed, but also knew, and then understood the message that this presence wished to deliver.
“I know where they’ve got her,” he panted, finding Hunter’s gaze and focusing on it to ground himself, if not also to make sure none of these other Troopers would start falling into anarchy.
“I know where they’ve got everyone.
It’s Weyland.”
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