--Building a New life --Tech x Reader Bad Batch

Chapter 81 -- The wrong end of a rifle -- Crosshair + Y/N

Crosshair had followed the Empires every whim. He believed in their cause and found a sense of purpose in their missions, as slim as it was. Crosshair had always kept to himself, even among his brothers but now without them each victory seemed hollow. The other clones would never include him and as the storm troopers became the standard Crosshair felt more and more alone. His usefulness to his beloved Empire began to lessen even further and each day blended into the other ... until Barton IV.

Lieutenant Nolan had been like all the other Imperials, but it was Commander Mayday that had been exactly what Crosshair had been looking for. As his interactions with clones dwindled to nothing Crosshair had found a brother in the most abandonded corner of the galaxy. A brother who accepted him, who defended him, who gave him new purpose ... and died at the feet of the heartless Empire.

After that day everything changed.

Thus far Lieutenant Nolan's murder was under pending investigation since the base on Barton IV was so far out of Imperial influence. But Crosshair knew they would eventually find evidence of him killing the lieutenant after he had let Commander Mayday die without medical attention. It was only a matter of time. Currently the empire had shuffled him to another outpost in the outer rim, this time on Toola. Crosshair was proclaimed the only survivor to a raid attack and was moved here to Toola as an advisor resource for the Troopers under command of Corporal Tiffmar. Crosshair honestly could care less about reigning in bored Storm Troopers and his isolation had quickly returned as Corporal Tiffmar spoke to him as if he was a droid.

Between the threat of being found out for his crime and no end to his days of escorting the malicious Tiffmar, Crosshair secretly longed for death. It was more then once he thought of killing this commander as well.

Again a change of events occurred when there was a ping at the black market handoff station on the planet. The Empire had cleared them out months ago, but now they were notified of another ship. It had been ages since they had any action, and as soon as the ship was seen in orbit the Corporal gave the command to attack. Crosshair thought he would get left behind, but he was ordered to go with to fulfill his role as active field advisor.

–no doubt because the Corporal didn't want to risk his own neck-- Crosshair thought as he boarded the drop ship with the others.

"Even the extra is getting some action!" The Storm troopers chuckled as they saw him board.

"Try not to kill us" They joked "Yeah, you might be a bit rusty".

Crosshair ignored them. There was nothing they could really say that would change how he felt, it was like throwing matches at an already blazing fire expecting it to burn hotter. They were lucky he was required to keep his helmet on, because his sharp gaze would probably have made them choke on their words.

They landed near the abandoned smugglers base and quickly disembarked. "Looks like its that rebel ship we've been pursuing. The low-life clones who think they can stand against us after all we've done for them".

"Flank them on the left, we'll meet with Strathes Platoon in the middle and surround them!"

A chorus of cheers echoed through the ships enclosed walls as the door opened onto the snowy tundra and the men rushed out. Crosshair remained on the ship and slipped out last. He kept up with the main portion of the squad but his skill were best used at a distance. This area had some hills which sheltered it from the greater winds on the planes, thus a forest had been able to grow and now Crosshair could find a suitable ledge to observe.

Since he was an aid to the main group Crosshair was not informed on how many targets there were, but from his observation there could not be many. --This will be like a child's game. We will easily overwhelm them-- he continued looking along the edge of the base which blended well with the trees and snow. --the side door was opened-- he noted –they must have gone In both sides. Odd if they are smuggling something.--