𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓓𝓸 𝓘𝓼 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾

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Wow can you believe it? Were finally at the bad batch shows season finale! Notice I didn't say this books finale, no that we haven't gotten to yet. Ahsoka makes an interesting impact on their lives, and this day of their lives. I know I've kept you waiting for this moment but it's finally here. I just wanted to say for those reading, thanks so much for sticking with me through this journey and may the force bless you and be with you. Now let us proceed...

Hunter's pov
As soon as the doors opened I didn't hesitate.

"We need to get to the medical ward asap." I only waited until after I asked the question to see who it was. Oh of course it's Crosshair. Finally! We finally found him!

"Um how about, no." Nevermind. All the hapiness, down the drain.

"This is about more than petty feuds and picking sides, Crosshair. Our friend is dying!" He never broke eye contact from me whoch, jonestly kinda scared me.

"She's not my friend."

"Like hell she isn't! She told me the story of how you acted towards her. Is she isn't your friend she's certainly not an enemy. None of us are. Now this woman could be bleeding out right now. We could be losing her, and the child!"

"Wait she has a kid?" Is that seriously the only question he has right now?

"Well now I'm not so sure! All because you won't let me go to the kriffing medic!" He maintained eye contact and his straight face. When he looked at the bleeding Ahsoka next to me, I couldn't believe it but he actually showed emotion. He put up a convincing facade but my enhanced eye didn't miss the slight shutter when he saw her condition. Crosshair stepped toward me. I never asked him to do anything except call an actual doctor, but I'll settle for what he actually did though. He took out some mini bacta patches hidfen within his chest plate. He leaned down and placed them on her shoulders.

"None of this is up to me you know." I flinched and went to stop him, but quickly stopped when I saw what he was actually doing. He removed Ahsoka's belt at her hips. He looked at me expectantly. I sighed and handed him my vibro blade. He cut one line down Ahsoka's high waisted belt and removed the mini dress so she was just in her boot armor, leggings and long blue under shirt.

"There's a much more powerful hand in all of this. Predicting, controlling, all of this." I wanted to look at him when he spoke, but I just couldn't bring myself to look away from Ahsoka. This poor girl could barely ever catch a break. Its just one big traumatic event after another.

"I wish I could stop it all but I-" he just froze.

"Crosshair?" The man was completely still. He looks like he just rembered he left the stove on or something.

"Crossy?" His eye twitched. His whole faceblost any hunt of emotion once had. He ceased helping Ahsoka with her wounds and in the most robotic way possible, stood to his feet. One straight limb at a time.

"Back to being heartless huh?" He had no reaction whatsoever. It was honestly sad how far he's fallen all thanks to that damn chip inside of his thick, numb skull. Ahsoka explained it to me as a mental prison. Like Crosshair is stuck in his subconscious and cant get out or control himself. It's all because of that damn chip! He snapped me out of my thoughts by approaching me not as calmly or slowly as before. He reached down and grabbed my com link off my armor.

"Using my com won't work dipshit. They'll know it's a trap." Figured it was best to speak for Ahsoka until she could for herself.

"They'll still come for you. All, of you." God I hope so. Watching as he left made it seem all too real. Was this actually happening? I launched dmyaelf off a cliff to save an already dead girl? My brother is in a mental prison and may never be the same ever again? Did Ahsoka really find out she was pregnant only to get shot in the stomach the very next day? It didn't take too long for me to be shaken out of my thoughts. The two clone troopers- or at least i think they're clone troopers. They placed their hands on the sid eof their hepmets like peopel do when listening to the internal coms which gave me some hope.

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