Cicatrix

A New Mission

Crosshair was gone when you woke in the morning. Though a little disappointing, you know that he made the right choice. Sleeping in the same bed on Kamino is not the same as the Marauder.

You have yet to see any of the other boys around, though that is mostly your own fault. Things have gotten insanely hectic in the armory, with new specifications and instructions sent out overnight for you to reinstate today. You and your crew have been busy trying to reorganize everything to the Empire's new standards, including fulfilling orders for more weapons and armor.

You haven't left the armory since early this morning, even opting to eat lunch there as you finalize new paperwork and help everyone understand their roles under this new and sudden government. But when a familiar order request comes across your datapad, you drop everything and rush to see it through yourself.

You grab a trolley and wheel it around so you can meet them yourself when they come to get their order before taking off. "Hiya, boys." You greet them with a grin as you lazily lean on the trolley handle.

"Ace!" Wrecker cheers. He rushes up to your side, enveloping you in a tight hug.

"You didn't think you could just enter my place of work without saying hello, did you?" You laugh as he places you back on the ground.

"Didn't know you were on shift," Wrecker says. A smirk quickly appears on his face as he elbows Crosshair's side, making him groan. "But I should have since Crosshair tagged along without complaining."

"Whatever." He huffs, rubbing his side as he glares at Wrecker. He then gives you a relaxed smile and removes the toothpick from his mouth. "It's nice to see that the newly created Empire has its prettiest supply specialist out on the floor to help with orders instead of locked away in an office. Makes me wish I would have just come down here myself." He nearly purrs as he eyes you up and down.

Wrecker gags and pretends to throw up in response as you feel your cheeks burn slightly. "Gross. I know you haven't seen Ace since last night, but keep it to yourself." He grumbles, making you softly chuckle and shake your head.

You then begin swiping through your datapad to pull up their file, wanting to keep things on task. "So where are you boys headed this time? Somewhere not too cold for Crosshair's sake, I'm hoping. We both know how whiny he can get."

Wrecker laughs at that while Crosshair ignores your comment. "Onderon. Tarkin's got some blasted mission for us. Apparently, there's a group of insurgents he can't get rid of." He says as you leans over your shoulder, taking a peek at your datapad.

"Ah, had to call in the big guns, huh?" You smile, making him huff in amusement as you look back at him. He's standing very close to you now, and you feel his hand begin to lightly brush against your waist. You find yourself freezing at this sudden display of intimacy. It's not that he hasn't done it before, but it's never been on base with so many others around. 

You clear your throat and look back down at your datapad, trying to force your brain to think about work and not the path he's tempting you to follow. "When did you file this, Wrecker?" You ask as his fingers still trace your sides.

"Last night. Why?" He says, giving you a confused frown.

"Well, technically, this form is no longer considered valid under Imperial law." You say, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as Crosshair's hand now finds a resting place on your lower back.

"Aw, are you saying I have to fill the whole stinkin' thing out again?" He whines, his whole body sagging in disappointment.

"I could make you do that, but I was going to suggest something you'll enjoy a lot more."