My Brother

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Crosshair and Hunter had always been close. As cadets, they helped each other through sensory overloads, rough training exercises, and rough testing. They also supported each other when they needed it and helped each other through struggles. They understood each other in a way that the others couldn't.

When Crosshair turned to the Empire, Hunter had a hard time believing it and accepting it. Hunter and Crosshair had always been close and they had always promised to be close. To be more than just brothers. They had promised to be friends. Now, they were separated and things were quickly and painfully changing. Changes that Hunter wasn't sure he could accept.

Crosshair couldn't believe that Hunter had left him behind without even trying to rescue him. They had sworn to be there for each other. They had always been there for each other and they had always tried to understand and help each other. As Crosshair walked the cold dark hallways, he couldn't understand what had gone wrong. But all he knew was that something was wrong with his mind. And it had led Hunter to leave him behind. Something he couldn't understand.

Hunter sat in his cell after Daro. He hoped that the others had gotten away and were now safe. Then he heard familiar footsteps.

"Well, well, look how the mighty have fallen." Crosshair scoffed.

"Enough. How long are we going to play this… game? Crosshair, we're brothers. We were close. Where one was, the other was barely a second behind. We always had each other's backs." Hunter started.

"Until you turned your back on me and left me here to rot."

"Crosshair, you shot Wrecker and you tried to kill us. At first, we didn't know why. But now we do and we can help. We're pawns, Crosshair. So were the Jedi. So were the innocent that we swore to protect. We were all pawns in a game that the Empire created. They put these chips inside our heads. That's what order 66 was about. It activated our chips, but they malfunctioned. Yours was the only one that worked and it just barely worked. So the Empire took you and they turned you against us. Crosshair, this wasn't you."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. I had mine taken out. We can remove yours. You can come home, Crosshair. What's the Empire done for you? Have they made you feel like a person or have they treated you like a defective machine? Have they treated you with respect and kicked you in the mud? Crosshair, we want you to come home. I want you to come home. I'll do what I have to bring you home. We can go far away from here. We can start over."

Crosshair left without saying another word.

As the batch stood on the platform after Kamino had burned, Crosshair knew he had only one choice, but after what had happened, he was unsure about how the others would react. Then Omega, ever so loving told Crosshair something that he needed to hear.

As Omega walked to the Marauder, Crosshair followed. When he stepped inside, he saw everyone looking at him.

"Not like I can go back. I'd be dead before I even see their ship. Besides, We all know you can't take care of yourselves. Just look at yourselves." Crosshair sneered.

Hunter chuckled and patted Crosshair on the back.

"Welcome home, brother. Let's get that chip out of your head." Hunter chuckled.

The others were not as welcoming. They removed Crosshair's chip, but they still were not sure if he was truly on their side. Hunter and Crosshair would often sit in silence, but that silence said a lot. After much begging, Crosshair taught Omega how to properly use her bow and he even taught her how to use his rifle. Crosshair helped his brothers when he could and he often did small gestures of kindness in hopes to mend the tension in his relationship with the others. In time, it worked. Soon, the batch trusted Crosshair fully and they were able to go on as a family.

THE END

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