The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

An Inflamed Flower

Warning: Mentions of Sexual Assault

“What does the Reg want now?” Crosshairs cold tone had Hunter gritting his teeth at the sniper who had been dragged off Kamino and held down only to be found with four chips in his head and he never let them live it down that they left him behind. 

“You know Crosshair, some of us take offence to that nickname” Echo snapped, Crosshair only rolled his eyes. 

“Well I must be speaking to a coward then” Crosshair grunted out, Omega's eyes went wide as Tech almost dropped his grip on the grenade he had in his hand. Wrecker easily took it from the engineer. “Besides, Regs are just…” Crosshair never finished as something snapped in Echo's vision as a fist soon connected with the sniper's face, Crosshair went down hard. Hunter lunged as did Wrecker, both grabbing the waists of their teammates. 

“YOU KNOW IM FUCKING SICK OF YOUR ATTITUDE! MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE JUST LEFT YOU KAMINO! MAYBE YOU LIKED BEING ORDERED AROUND! WAS IT RAMPART? YOU WERE UNDER? WAS HE GOOD IN BED? DID YOU BEG HIM TO FUCK YOU OR DID YOU JUST DO IT BECAUSE YOU LIKED IT…YOU KNOW A LOT OF GOOD MEN DIED UNDER HIS COMMAND AND YET YOU SLAVED AWAY IN HIS BED FOR WHAT? TO BE TURNED ON THE SECOND YOU CAPTURE A SQUADMATE? WELL FOR ONE CROSSHAIR, ONCE WE LAND, I AM THROWING YOU OFF THIS SHIP AND YOU CAN GO TWIST YOURSELF INTO THE GALAXY AS I AM DONE WITH YOUR COMMENTS, SNIPES, ANYTHING BECAUSE ALL YOU ARE IS A CHILD! SOMEONE WHO HAS A TANTRUM WHEN THEY DON'T GET THEIR WAY! YOU GO ON AND ON ABOUT BEING A SOLDIER WHEN ALL YOU WERE TO THE EMPIRE WAS A PLEASURE DOLL!” 

Echo's snarl continued as he lost himself in anger that he never saw how grey Crosshairs skin tone had gone. Omega was in tears, Tech had froze. Wrecker could only eye up Echo while Hunter held Crosshair tightly, the marksman was too pale for any of their liking. It took a good five minutes before Crosshair left the body of the ship, he entered the refresher and disappeared into the ship. Echo had regret all over his face an hour later as Hunter had pulled him aside and yelled at him continuously. Echo felt like he was missing a big story but that would have to wait. 

Hours Later…

Omega couldn't sleep, the argument from earlier on was still playing on her mind plus her missing teammate was a worry to her so when she went to the refresher, she never expected to find Crosshair in their kitchen, he was dressed in his armour but had a hood on, covering his hairline. The marksman was sitting on the chair beside the exited door, his eyes staring at the streams of hyperspace. 

“Crosshair?” 

“...” 

“Crosshair? I'm…” Omega went to say when Crosshair lifted an arm, she immediately climbed into his lap and curled under his chin. “I'm so sorry…I didn't know they were…” 

“...” 

“You lost someone didn't you?” Omega asked, she never got the answer as a hand rubbed her back, sending her into a snooze, she did see the tears slipping down the silver haired man's face but she never said a word. 

A Week Later…

Hunter sighed as he looked back at the group, there was more tension than normal mainly because Echo and Crosshair weren't talking and Omega insisted on walking in between them as neither reacted badly to her. 

“Ah you must be the captain's transfer squad?”

“Saw Gerrera?” Echo puzzled.

“Yes and you are” 

“Oh sorry, I'm Echo, formerly part of Rex's squad back in the day. I'm gathering you already know force 99?” Echo stated. 

“Yes…most of them but who is…you!” Saw snarled, spotting the sniper, Hunter went to react when Saw laughed, “You are a sight for sore eyes! I still haven't thanked you for saving the group that the admiral sent you to kill, without your insight we would have never been able to survive that day, I still owe you Crosshair. How about a drink?” Saw clasped hands with Crosshair who nodded, his helmet firmly on but the two recognised their shared symbol. “The rest of you are welcome” Saw said, walking off with Crosshair.