(Y/N) didn't know how she felt. Whether she wanted to cry, scream, or anything in between. Though, she knew she should've expected Crosshair's choice. Or lack of. Crosshair had always struggled with his emotions. He was more reserved than the others, except when he didn't like someone.
When (Y/N) had first joined the squad, she could sense Crosshair's emotions more than he could. It wasn't that she wanted to, it was more like, he was overwhelmed by them, but due to bottling it up, they would come in heavy bursts to (Y/N). Though, she sensed the same with Tech. Whatever the Kaminoans did to her squad, it wasn't good. And
(Y/N) swore that one day, she will avenge them.
She'd never forget the day Cross had opened up to her. Since then, he'd been quite protective of her.
"Ugh." Wrecker groans.
"You all right?" Hunter asked the giant.
Wrecker was holding his head in his hands.
"Yeah. Yeah. It's nothing." He replied as he got up.
Wrecker kept his hand on his head, while (Y/N) bit her lip. Wrecker seemed to be getting a rather frequent headache, and quite frankly, it scared
(Y/N).
"According to Cid's intel, the Zygerrian slave traders are hiding in the ruins of Old Ord Mantell city." Tech looked up from his datapad.
Omega climbed up onto the copilot's chair, holding a little clone trooper doll in her hand, fiddling with it.
"What's a slave trader?" She asked innocently.
Hunter looked at (Y/N) with a concerned glance.
"Someone who buys and sells people for credits." Tech replied to the curious girl.
"People can be sold?" Omega asked, startled.
"They don't have a choice. They're captives treated like property." Echo explains.
(Y/N) couldn't help but think of Anakin. Obi-Wan had told her when he and Qui-Gon had found the little boy and his mother owned by some scam artist named Watto on Tatooine.
"That...doesn't seem right." Omega clutched her clone trooper doll closer to her chest.
"You're right, young one. It's not right. It's despicable. But we will stop it from happening to this kid Muchi." (Y/N) placed a comforting arm on Omega's shoulder.
Omega looked up at (Y/N) with her bright, innocent, and amber eyes. Ones that (Y/N) had seen almost her entire life. Clone's eyes.
Interrupting (Y/N)'s thoughts, Tech says, "As well as earn a decent amount of credits once the job is complete."
Echo rolls his eyes at his brother's bluntness.
"Yeah, that too."
"Don't worry, Muchi. We'll rescue you." Omega assured herself.
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The Marauder touched down on the sandy, dry wastelands of Old Ord Mantell city. The group geared up. (Y/N) had her two blasters, which she had gotten the idea from Tech, seeing how useful it was to have more than one blaster. She had one clipped to each leg holster, and several hidden elven knives in various places on her person, such as her boot, utility belt, arm, and calf. She also had multiple tools on her belt to help with various tasks. Including her lightsaber. But her Jedi weapon was tucked away where you couldn't see it in her cloak. She would only use it in dire emergencies.
The group left the Marauder, and went to the edge of the cliff. Tech, Wrecker, and Omega each holding a pair of macrobinoculars to look into the distance. But (Y/N) didn't need any of those devices. Elf eyesight was better than any scope. To prove the point, (Y/N) had beat everyone to it by saying,
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How Do We Rewrite The Stars (Tech x female Jedi reader)
AcciónAn ex Jedi on the run with The Bad Batch. The Empire had taken everything from her. For the Jedi, she was too powerful, for the clones, she was a compassionate General, for the Empire, she was a threat, to Clone Force 99, she is family. To Tech... S...
