Decommission.
A clone's worst fear.
Something that's coming for the Bad Batch. Unless they pass the data analyst's standards.
And if Tech would stop getting under her skin.
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Amelia was nervous. Who could blame her? They were going into an active war zone.
Crosshair slid into the seat next to her and motioned to her hand. "Open."
She spread her fingers, holding out her hand. He placed a blaster into it and gave her a sharp look.
"Don't get yourself killed," was all he said before he gave his full attention to his rifle. She nodded and watched as he assembled it, carefully tuning it up as he went. It was impressive how much effort he put into it for the weapon to still look glossy and unused.
Amelia flipped the blaster over her in hand, rubbing her thumb along a ridge on the side. "How do I use this thing?"
"You don't," Crosshair firmly said. "Not unless you absolutely have to. You use it if we're not there to save you and if you're in danger."
"I understand," Amelia promised. She smiled at him. "Thank you, Crosshair."
He grumbled something and showed her how to turn the safety off. "I swear- If you die I'm going to kill you."
"That's impossible, considering she'd be dead already," Tech interjected from the pilot's seat. He flicked a switch. "And Crosshair, help her into her armour, please. She's too helpless to figure it out on her own apparently."
Amelia's face flushed. "I've done it three times! How many times did it take you to understand it?"
Tech glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "I understood it as I put it on for the first time."
