Summary: "They're leaving so much behind. Kamino was their home. Crosshair was their brother, for kriff's sake. And, now…they're just leaving." The Batch reluctantly leaves Kamino, Crosshair with it. One-shot.
Farewell To The Past
Tech's the first to turn away from it all.
Away from what remains of their home, beneath the ocean.
Away from Crosshair.
It feels strange.
It feels wrong.
Once, just a few months ago, everything was fine.
They were five brothers, fighting a war that they believed in. They were family.
The Empire's taken that from them. And now, it's taken their home, too.
He hears the others slowly turn to follow him back to the Marauder, one by one. Echo, Wrecker, Hunter.
It doesn't feel like coming home, boarding his ship. The sounds of their feet on the steps feels empty, hollow. Because they're leaving so much behind. Kamino was their home. Crosshair was their brother, for kriff's sake. And, now…they're just leaving.
He sits down heavily in his seat in the cockpit, ignoring the fogginess of the wet lenses of his goggles, slowly begins to power up the ship.
Through the viewport, he can see Crosshair watching Omega, who's sadly saying something to him. His brother seems to be the most at peace he's been since all of this began, and there's a pang in his heart at the fact that this might be their farewell to him. It's a big galaxy- a changing galaxy. And it's more dangerous out there than ever before. There is so much that I wish to say, yet so much that I cannot.
The Marauder is ready to go by the time Omega steps onboard. As they begin to lift off, Tech catches Crosshair's gaze. I bid you well, Crosshair. Perhaps, we'll see you again.
And then the ship turns away and begins to ascend towards the atmosphere.
Tech punches in the coordinates for Ord Mantell, puts the ship into hyperspace, slowly pushes his goggles up to his forehead as he slumps into his seat with a sigh. Goodbye, Kamino. Goodbye, Crosshair.
This isn't their last sight of their brother- far from it.