Cicatrix

Luck of the Draw (1)

You've been hopping from mission to mission with little to no breaks. To state the obvious, all of you are exhausted and in need of some well-deserved R&R. Hunter originally planned for your break to take place on Naboo, but with the condition the squad is in, he made the call to land on the nearest planet, and find somewhere to stay for the night.

That is, hoping there is somewhere on this damn planet other than the ship to stay at.

You've been with the squad for a while now. The days tend to blur together, so you're unsure how long you've technically been acting as their official supply specialist and occasional communicator. Though you have legit training and orders to be with this unconventional bunch, sometimes it feels like you were only assigned to them to keep them on task and from killing each other.

You're about to scold Wrecker for overstepping into Echo's personal space when Tech and Hunter finally return. They eagerly share that they've found a decent motel for you all to stay at. Everyone will shockingly get their own beds, however, there will have to be two to a room to fit everyone at a reasonable price.

The squad is quick to agree with those conditions. Anywhere but the ship is a welcoming thought.

"Alright, let's draw straws for rooms," Hunter says. He snatches the six straws from the drawer and mixes them discreetly behind his back while the group of you let out a collective groan.

He merely smiles as he adjusts them in his hand to keep the options a secret. He holds out his fist and waves it tauntingly under Crosshair's nose. "I hate picking straws," He mutters as Hunter gives him the first draw. He swiftly tucks his straw under his arm without looking at it to hide it from Wrecker's nosey stare.

"It's only fair." Hunter counters before moving on to Echo and then Wrecker. The two of them immediately compare straws, showing the obvious differences in length. Those two will not be rooming together, thankfully.

"Or we could just, I don't know, pick who we want to share a room with?" You reply before grabbing your straw. You smirk at your result and hide it as Crosshair did. You're more than happy to leave Tech to choose between the last two.

"No fun in that." Wrecker quickly fires back. Once Tech makes his decision, everyone's eyes dart to see who has similar-sized straws.

As if they planned it, Tech and Echo share a high five at their accomplishment of sharing a room. Wrecker immediately starts cheering about how he has Hunter as his roommate.

Leaving you with Crosshair.

Which quickly earns him some teasings once Wrecker finally puts the pieces together. "You have to share a room with Ace." He giggles like a little schoolgirl.

You roll your eyes at your stupid nickname. You had been with the squad for a few days and got into a huge firefight. Not yet used to the heat of battle, you shot at a droid and missed so badly that you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

It didn't help that out of everyone Crosshair saw it and was quick to point it out over the comms. "Nice shot, Ace." He had snapped, earning loud laughs from his brothers. And, unfortunately, it stuck so you've been living with that awful nickname since.

"Well, someone would have had to room with Ace," Tech states with a huff.

With practiced ease, Crosshair flicks the straw at his taller brother's face. "Better her than you. For once, I won't have to listen to your snoring all night."

Wrecker lets out an offended scoff. Before any more can be said between them, Hunter steps in. "Just go get your things for the night. There's no point in arguing about it." He orders as he takes back the straws to securely place them in the drawer.