Sorry if the last one was off-putting. Here's a politics free fanfic. Post season 1.
Crosshair sees a figure duck into a storage closet. He waits but they don't come out. He peaks in to see a new trooper sitting cross-legged on the floor. She had her helmet resting on the floor beside her. She was so absorbed in the data-pad in her hands that she hadn't noticed him. He smirks and leans on the door frame, "anything interesting?"
she jolts into a standing position, while dropping her data-pad and snapping on her helmet. "no, sir!"
he holds out his hand, "give it here."
she reluctantly picks it up and hands it to him. Looking both scared and embarrassed.
He looks at it and sees that it's an article on Wookie mythology. He hands it back, "so, you have an interest in useless trivia."
"I really like mythology, sir." she replies quietly.
He nods and turns away, "come with me."
"why, sir?"
"do you have something you need to be doing?"
"no, sir."
"good." he then leads her to his room. He pats the bed across from his, "sit."
she obeys stiffly.
"relax, I'm not going to do anything to you. You will read your article while I clean my rifle. If you wish, you may talk about it."
she pulls her helmet off and places it on the bed. She pulls her legs up and reads her data-pad. After a few minutes she looks over at him, "sir, may I ask why you're making me do this?"
her stops to look at her, then continues. "I've missed this."
"what, sir?"
"one of my brothers used to do this. He'd talk about whatever his current interest was and I would listen while cleaning my rifle. I usually didn't care or understand, but I liked hearing him talk. It was... comforting."
she tilts her head, then gives him a light smile, "my grandma did something similar when my grandpa died. He used to play the banjo. She found it annoying, but now she stops to listen every time she hears one."
he looks at her and sighs, "so, this is normal?"
"yeah, you never know what you've got til it's gone." she leans back and continues reading.
He smirks at her and continues working. "don't get used to this."
"I won't, sir."
Half an hour had passed before she left. She had babbled about a wookie gods love story that explained where flowers came from. It was nauseating. Tech would've pointed out some technical or historical aspect of the story. He gets up and wanders around the ship. Memories of his brothers flashed before his vision.
Wrecker shoving things in his face, pulling him into excited bone-crushing hugs, and making ridiculous bets. Crosshair didn't mind losing, he knew most of them weren't in his favor when he made them.
Hunter was always there, even when they did their best to push his buttons til they broke.
Tech knowing everything except where the holes in front of him were, getting excited over the most useless things, or offering a quiet understanding that no one else had.
Echo needing help, or offering it. A calming presence despite the grumpiness. Who knew letting a reg onboard would give him an ally?
Omega... cared. Every encounter, she just cared.
He turns to stare out a window. He takes off his helmet and throws it at the plexi glass. Two troopers pass by carefully, wanting to avoid becoming targets.
He picks it up, and putting it back on, he walks away.
Angst! (I think.) please review.
