"What are you up to Mesh'la" whispered Crosshair, noticing the Imperials had suddenly gained a interest in her whereabouts and a new found determination to capture her. He'd heard rumors of a special unit created by Tarkin to find and retrieve her, although she'd thrust far given them the run around. At the same time Crosshair had read reports of his beloved being spotted in the mid rim, his brothers and Omega with her. The more reports of his brothers been seen, the more he knew Rampart's fury would turn on him, and the more higher ups would question the work of the vice admiral.
The elite sniper knew sooner or later he would have to leave the Empire. He would have to run. Although he knew the locations of places to hide, he found himself with curiosity of whom would extract him if the time called for it. Would his brothers come? Or would (Y/N) team with Wolffe, Rex and a few others to retrieve him. Maybe Maul would take up the challenge, as a way to keep (Y/N) out of the Empire's grasp a little longer. The quiet moments, were the ones Crosshair had found himself hating the most, even more so when the dread would settle in his stomach.
The quite moments, were when Crosshair was constantly reminded he was alone. (Y/N) wasn't there, he couldn't hold her or settle the need to be near her again. His brothers weren't there either, Tech wasn't there talking about or fiddling something, nor was Wrecker yelling. Echo wasn't offering the helpful advice nor Hunter being that protective brother. At the same time when Crosshair did imagine the reunion with each, he couldn't help the feeling of dread. With his brothers it was the dread of their judgement again, the dread of seeing their guilt over leaving him behind time and time again. The guilt of letting the Empire break their brotherhood so easily. With (Y/N) it was much worse, it was the dread of their reunion being the last time they'd see each other.
Crosshair couldn't explain the feeling nor find the reason why it had chosen to haunt him. He knew the former Jedi Knight turned Princess was alive and well. He knew she was a fighter and was more than capable of protecting herself. But with every passing day, the feeling of dread, the fear of loosing her grew stronger. He couldn't say for sure when the nightmares and fears had started, he couldn't say when they had gained control of his mind either. All he knew they were growing in power and haunted the quiet moments and endless sleepless nights.
"Be safe Cyar'ika" whispered the sniper, attempting to silence the fears again. Instead he forced himself to remember the times during the war, back when the Republic was more than a fading memory. Back when he'd been a simple soldier and (Y/N) his general. Back when things had been simpler and his love for her a secret only a few knew of. He hated how the Empire had weaponized their love. How they forced them apart and used (Y/N) as a way to torment him, knowing he'd do what he could to ensure he'd be able to see her again.
He hated how Rampart and few other imperials had dangled the chance to reunite with (Y/N) in front of him, in order to get him to do as they pleased. Although now he was able to freely think for himself again, he'd come to realize it was all apart of a twisted game. Just when she had been within arms reach again, Rampart or whomever was in control moved the prize further away.
With every passing day Crosshair had found his hatred of the Empire, of everything it stood for growing. He found himself feeling sorrow for his clone brothers still trapped by the inhibitor chips, constantly hounded by the demanding repeated words. Good Soldiers Follow Order. He envied those whom had left the empire in some form. He envied his brothers for getting away and making a life for themselves, he envied Cody for escaping and those whom inevitable died when Order 66 was sent out.
In silence Crosshair pulled out the communicator (Y/N) had given him, the last time he'd seen her. Once again debating whether he should use it, he knew it was dangerous for him to stay with the imperial ranks. Rampart was no fool, he knew Crosshair was up to something, sooner or later the Vice Admiral would brand him a loose end and call for his termination. Yet at the same time that nagging thought returned to Crosshair, if he used the communicator, would the Empire be able to track it. Would they allow him to leave so easily, just so they could get to (Y/N) quicker.
He felt conflicted. So many thoughts screaming for attention, so many things for him to think about. If he thought about the past, he was forced to remember how things had gotten to where they were now. If he tried to think about the future, the fear of losing (Y/N) and his brothers for good, gained strength. His dread of what would happen to Omega and her overall future gained power.
The deeper into thought the enhanced clone allowed himself to sink, the more he began to question what it was the Empire truly wanted from (Y/N). Surely there was a reason the Emperor had order her capture when the war ended, surely there was a reason he named her Princess of the Empire. At first Crosshair had believed she was going to be used as weapon against Jedi survivors, but soon figured those whom survived would be unlikely to fool for such an obvious trap. His second thought had been someone else was keeping her alive, she'd survived to ensure the compliance of someone else higher up than himself. But when he'd dug through the imperial files, he found nothing to suggest it. Only information on Vader, the Emperor's new Sith Apprentice.
Which lead Crosshair to his worst thought yet. The Emperor was keeping her alive, only so he could execute her when the time was right. He was keeping her alive long enough to get something from her, then the moment he got it, she would be discarded as if she meant nothing. Erased from history as most Jedi had been since the fall of the Republic. Crosshair sighed as he pulled himself from his dwelling thoughts, once again looking to the communicator, he turned the top to activate the signal. Knowing someone would pick it up and come for him, apart of him hoped it would be (Y/N) and his brothers, while another part hoped it would be someone the Empire wasn't hunting for.
The moment Crosshair noticed the small white light flash, his signature smirk appeared on his lips once more. A act that felt foreign to him these days. Several quite voices soon sounded from the small hand held device. Echo's voice full of authority saying they were coming, Omega's excited one. Tech saying he'd locked on to the co-ordinates and would be there by the next rotation, Hunter's smokey voice asking what took so long, where as Wrecker appeared to be yelling at Tech for not giving a warning before pulling some epic flying manoeuvre. All of it pulled a small chuckle from the elite sniper.
"Be careful" quietly spoke Crosshair, looking around the room to ensure no one was there before allowing the words to escape past his lips. Once again his smirk was brought forward by the response he received. This time it was from his beloved Jedi Knight, (Y/N).
"Always" she replied. As if she intended for her words to trigger all the forgotten memories of the past. As if she intended for her words to awaken the loyal and snarky soldier he'd once been. "If you're late, I intend to drag you to the Ghost kicking and screaming" laughed (Y/N), causing Crosshair to roll his eyes and silently shake his head, even more so when he imagined Omega would be all to willing to help. After all it was increasingly obvious, she seen him as a brother. Just as it was clear family meant everything to the young enhanced clone.
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Always (Crosshair x Jedi Reader)
Fanfiction(May contain mature content in later chapters) Crosshair x Jedi Reader. You were the adoptive daughter of Maul and once the Padawan of Quinlan Vos. Although having no legion of your own you are respected among clones and your name is whispered by c...
