The Bad Batch - One shots

Show me you're loyal enough - Part 2

T/W: Rape aftermath

If you haven't read the first part, it might be useful to do so.

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Afterwards, Tarkin points him in the direction of the armoury. There's new armour for him- all clean and freshly painted. In a way, it's like his old gear- except it doesn't hold any of the memories of the Bad Batch like his last set did.

Tarkin's generously leaves him a fresh pair of blacks.

Holding onto the wall for support as whatever he was drugged with still floats around his system, Crosshair winces as he removes his under layers. Pulling on the top half of his new blacks makes him grimace as tender scratch marks on his shoulders are tugged in opposing directions. The stickiness on his stomach and between his thighs is an unpleasant reminder that Tarkin's pain somehow drew pleasure too.

Crosshair has a history of sleeping with women and men alike, but he had never felt like this afterwards. He feels like he wants to be sick as he mindlessly wipes his own cum off his skin.

The sniper has to grit his teeth when he leans forwards to slid off the leggings, and unbearable pain tears through him. There are bruises on his hips that weren't there before, perfectly shaped, purple fingers that will remain for a couple of days. Bracing one arm against the wall as shuddery breaths escape his lips, Crosshair reaches back to assess the damage.

He feels blood on his fingertips.

Hissing through gritted teeth, Crosshair allows himself a minute of stillness before putting on his new set of armour.

His eyes are blurred with his tears. He can't remember the last time he kriffing cried. It might've been when Wrecker nearly blew his own stupid head off with an explosive or when Echo was so fragile that he couldn't stomach solid food or use the fresher without one of the squad helping him.

Not my squad anymore, Crosshair thinks to himself, swiping furiously at his eyes.

Hunter would be appalled with him, probably ashamed to call him a vod after what Tarkin has done to him. Crosshair has shown complete loyalty and submission to the Empire by enduring what the Governor had wanted from him.

His knees tremble as he finishes suiting up. His hands shake as he fumbles through his medkit for some painkillers, only to find that Tech hadn't replenished his supply in the time since they had returned.

The pain is a constant reminder- on every step out of the armoury- of what he has sacrificed for the Empire.

He can't dwell on what's happened. The important thing now is that Tarkin trusts him.

For the Empire.