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BAD BATCH SEASON 3 IN 3 WEEKS. I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS.

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Guess who lied last time? I (and by I, I mean my editors) realized this thing needed an epilogue, so I had to bust one out. So now it's finished. I'll still be posting the last chapter and the epilogue on the three year anniversary.

TW: death, torture, aftermath of torture

Mando'a translations at the end!


Jesse paused. The group of Mandalorians hadn't moved. He turned to see General Kryze just- standing there.

"General?" He asked.

She suddenly broke into motion and Jesse tensed. But she only walked towards him quickly. She took his arm and leaned close to his helmet.

"I have just been ordered to turn on you and your men." She said quietly.

Jesse went cold.

"By who?" He asked.

General Kryze took a shaky breath.

"I- have been receiving- help from an anonymous source." She said. "And this is what they asked in return."

Jesse stared at her.

"That's how you came to power." He said.

"Yes." General Kryze said. "I'm not proud of what I have done. But- you have nothing to fear from me or my men."

Jesse nodded slowly, but something tugged at him.

"Why not turn on us?" He asked. "With all due respect, sir, you hate us. We clones are nothing more than cannon fodder to you."

She stared at him with her unreadable visor long enough for him to become uncomfortable.

"Jate'verd'e am dajun'e ti evaar'la din'kartay." She finally said.

Good warriors change their plans with new intel. Jesse had heard the saying before, but usually in a very practical sense.

"Thank you." Jesse said.

General Kryze released him and shrugged.

"I let my sister get to me too much, I think." She said.

"Your patron isn't going to be pleased." Jesse noted. "Are you sure you're the only plant they've got?"

Kryze cursed and put a hand to her helmet.

"All units, disregard any orders to turn on the Republic forces!" She snapped. "There is an outside force attempting to sabotage this effort!"

She turned back to Jesse.

"Come on." She said. "I need to find the rest of my squad. What's the rest of the battle looking like?"

"Nothing too bad." Jesse said, signaling to his men. "They didn't have time to update the droids' strategies. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

"Why engage in this war?" Kryze mused. "They seem so unprepared."

Jesse paused. He thought of the trouble in the Senate, of the assassins sent after Chancellor Amidala and Omega. They had never really found out who was behind that.

Or the murder of Dooku.

"I don't think you're the only one who was manipulated." He said.

Kryze glanced at him and cursed.

"We've been set up."

Jesse raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to comment that the Republic had been set up. Kryze had been knowingly following along for a while, it seemed.

"I need to get this information to Command." He said. "Maybe they'll be able to-"

One of the Mandalorians in Kryze's squad moved. Jesse ducked down on instinct, narrowly dodging the blaster bolt.

"Harchaak!" Kryze cursed again and unsheathed the Darksaber.

"You had a job to do, Kryze!" The traitor shouted. "You had your orders!"

"I am Mandalor!" Kryze said. "I do not take orders from cowards in the dark!"

The traitor tilted, aiming the missile on their back. Jesse didn't have time to do more than tense before the Mandalorian fired.

It wasn't towards them. It was at the outcropping of rocks looming over them. Kryze slammed into Jesse, throwing him back. He landed hard and looked up just in time to see giant chunks of stone rain down on Kryze and the traitor. Jesse struggled to his feet amidst the thunderous clattering. Without thinking, he ran to the rubble, pulling at the rocks. His squad joined him, as well as the remains of Kryze's men.

Jesse didn't know why he worked so hard to find Kryze. Was it because she was an ally? Because she had finally seen him and the clones as beings worthy of respect? Was it that she was buried because she had refused to turn on the Republic?

Finally, Jesse found a blue armored hand and within minutes they'd uncovered the upper half of Kryze's body. Her abdomen was crushed and Jesse knew, even without a medic, that the faint rise and fall of her chest would still soon.

She struggled faintly and managed to hold out a scuffed Darksaber.

"Give it-" She wheezed. "To Fett. Go home- to your family."

As Jesse took the saber, her arm fell limp. Jesse stared at the body. The Mandalorians behind him muttered.

He finally shook himself and turned from Kryze.

"You heard her?" He demanded of the Mandalorians.

They nodded.

"Is her order valid?" Jesse asked.

"Yes." One of them said. "If the Darksaber is bequeathed as a kyr'am'dinui, the recipient is Mandalor."

"Great." Jesse said. "Someone get a hold of Fett. We'll need-"

He paused as his comm blared a message flagged as high alert. He clicked it on.

General Kenobi has surrendered to the CIS. They have declared a ceasefire.


"He's what?"

Rex stared at his comm. General Skywalker's news, all four pieces of news, felt like an emotional crash landing. General Kenobi had given himself up? The pivotal evidence had been found? Tarkin had been behind its theft? And there was a ceasefire, while the evidence was looked at by the Techno Union?

"Have they said anything about Ahsoka, or Cody, or Fives?" He demanded.

"No." General Skywalker's voice sounded close to snapping. "They said- they said they lost contact with the operatives who had them. And they never had Fives in the first place."

"How the hell-" Rex swore.

"Keep looking, Rex." General Skywalker said. "If those scum have gone AWOL, Ahsoka's in even more danger."

Rex swallowed.

"Yes, sir." He said.

He clicked the comm off and turned to the Bad Batch, who were watching him intently. All except Tech, who was piloting their shuttle further into the city.

"You heard everything?" He asked.

Hunter nodded, his expression tight.

"Do you, er, feel any closer to Commander Tano?" Tech asked from the pilot's seat.

Rex closed his eyes. He was able to feel Ahsoka's pain more acutely now.

"Yes." He said. "She's definitely in the undercity."

"Then our plan to contact Grif continues to be sound." Tech went on. "We are nearly there now."

Rex hadn't been in the undercity since before he had been taken to Kamino. It seemed the same. Dirty, smelly, and filled with overly bright lights. He noticed Tech fiddling with his helmet before stepping out from the shuttle.

It felt like the entire crowd turned to glare at them as they left the shuttle behind. Rex didn't care. Let them see. Let them know that he was coming for Ahsoka and his brothers.

Tech led them directly to a doorway guarded by a large Karkadoan. Rex's leg twinged. Tech removed his helmet and strode to meet the Karkadoan.

"You." The guard growled. "Where's Sinko?"

"I need to speak to Grif." Tech said. "Tell him Ashla is in danger."

The hulking guard paused, but retreated into the doorway. A second later a large Besalisk came barrelling through it. A part of Rex panicked and he had to resist the urge to gun the man down. It's not Krell, he told himself.

"What's wrong?" Grif demanded. "Where's Ashla?"

"The woman you know as Ashla, Ahsoka Tano, has been captured by CIS operatives." Tech said smoothly. "We believe one of them to be an Umbaran. Do you have any information?"

Rex was surprised to see real worry in the Besalisk's eyes as he looked over them.

"I don't have any info on Umbarans specifically." He said. "But- you're sure she's on Coruscant?"

"Yes." Rex said quickly.

Grif tugged at his waddle, nervous.

"There's this place." He finally said. "Other side of the planet, but still on level 1313. I don't have anything to do with it, ya see, but living where I do, I can't help but know-"

"Out with it!" Hunter barked.

Grif eyed Hunter.

"It's called the Catacomb." He said. "Like a big apartment sector, but it's owned by the big crime lords of the city. You can rent out one of millions of rooms, and you do whatever you want in it. No one asks questions."

Hunter nodded to Tech, who was already on his datapad.

"When I say millions, I mean millions." Grif said earnestly. "There's no record neither. No name, no codes. Just the money and a promise that no one will talk. Most of it is automated. You have to find the room number, otherwise it might be too late."

"If it has a surveillance system, I will be able to find them." Tech said absently.

"There's not an extensive one, from what I've heard." Grif said. "People go there to disappear completely- or disappear others."

Rex nodded, his throat tight.

"I'll be able to find her." He said.

"I don't think you get it-" Grif started.

"I will." Rex said firmly. "We just need to get close."

"I have the coordinates." Tech said. He looked up with a glance at Grif. "Your cooperation is appreciated."

"Thanks. We mean it." Wrecker said.

Rex just met the man's eyes and nodded.

"You're her clone, aren't you?" Grif asked.

Rex frowned.

"Her clone?"

"She cared about all the clones, but I knew she had one that she loved most." Grif said. "You're him."

Rex's throat seemed to close and he nodded curtly.

"Go find her, then." Grif said. "She's waiting on you."

Rex didn't need Grif to tell him that. He knew that Ahsoka, through pain and distress, was counting on him.

And for the first time in months, he knew he was up to the task.


Someone was talking. Ahsoka could hear them, though she couldn't really understand what was happening. She had lost too much blood. Too many hours of watching her men be tortured, and her own turns under the knife.

Slowly, the words started to make sense as she concentrated.

"We have our orders!" That- that was Vezda. The voice of reason in this hell, weak as it was. "They have Kenobi!"

"You want to let these things go?" Spigs snarled. "This isn't about orders, Vezda! This is about revenge!"

"No, this is about justice!" Vezda said.

"It's the same thing!" Spigs said.

"This isn't justice!" Vezda shouted. "We have Kenobi! We don't need to do this anymore!"

"So you're a coward." Spigs hissed. "The Republic and the Jedi invaded your planet and killed your people! They used these things to slaughter your kin! This is your chance to make it right!"

Vezda was quiet for a long while.

"I will be better than them." He said quietly. "I've already done too much by letting you torture them. Release them. Now."

Instead of any reply, Ahsoka heard a blaster shot and a body slump to the floor. Horror filled her as she heard the sound of Spigs' heavy breathing in her montral. Cody shouted weakly and Crosshair growled.

"Don't you dare-" Cody was cut off by the sound of a stun bolt. Two more followed, silencing Oddball and Crosshair.

"I should have done that from the start." He said. Ahsoka cried out as he drew the knife across her arm. "Now I can ask my real questions. Where's my sister, Jedi scum? Where's the little girl you took from my family and made play soldier? Where's her body, after she was killed fighting for your Republic?"

He had done something to the knife that made it burn. With growing dread, Ahsoka realized that this was it. No one would stop Spigs from slowly killing them all. Ahsoka strained against her bonds, but she was too weak.

Rex! She cried in her mind as Spigs twisted the knife. Rex!

Ahsoka!

He was close.


"Hurry!" Rex barked at Tech.

Ahsoka's pain filled his head. She was close. So close. But he could tell that her captor had changed in some way, his intent becoming darker.

They all stood crowded around the Catacomb's security terminal, hidden behind a false wall of the pyramid, as Tech worked.

"The security cameras only point outwards." Tech said. "And away from entry points, in order to give the patrons privacy, I believe."

Rex slammed his hand down on the console.

"We don't have time for this!" He snapped.

Rex!

Rex moved on instinct, bolting into the Catcomb's twisting halls. He would not, could not stand there and listen to Ahsoka's screams.

"Rex!" Echo shouted behind him.

Rex ignored him. He let his feet carry him without thought. His instincts were tied to Ahsoka; he had to trust them.

He turned a corner to see two IG units patrolling the corridor.

"Halt." One droned. "It is not time for entry or exit. You are trespassing."

Rex snatched his DCs from their holsters. Reflexes he thought destroyed allowed him to fire three bolts into the first IG's chest. It staggered and he finished it off with a shot to the head.

The other grabbed his arm, but he twisted in its grip and attempted to sweep its spindly legs from under it. It only stumbled, and threw Rex against the wall.

Rex's helmet saved him from a nasty crack on the head, but he was still imbalanced. The IG grabbed Rex by the throat and pinned him.

It seemed to have missed that Rex still had his blasters. Rex fired twice into its abdomen. It let go and Rex finished it like the other one.

Then he ran again.

He was out of shape. He had only recently returned to a regular training regimen. But he pushed through the burning lungs, the aching legs.

Finally, after an eternity of feeling Ahsoka's pain thrum through his bones, he saw it.

The door was like the others around it, but Rex knew it was the one.

I'm here. He told her in a rush as he hit the door with his palms, not even bothering to slow himself. Hang on, I'm here.

She barely responded.

Rex turned his attention to the keypad. The blasted door was locked. Where was Tech? Rex could probably slice it himself, but it would take too long, too long.

"Taap!" He barked into his comm.

"I'd ask you the same thing!" Echo replied. "Have you found her?"

"Door 306!" Rex said. "I need it open!"

"I can do it remotely." Tech's voice said. "One moment."

Rex wanted to scream that they didn't have a moment. But this was the quickest way. Rex had to merely endure the seconds it would take Tech to slice the lock. He could do it.

Ahsoka's scream, weaker than it had been, rattled in his head. Could he hear it out loud as well?

Could Ahsoka endure these seconds?

The door slid open with a burst of noise: Ahsoka's cries. Rex wasted no time sprinting through.

He only caught a glimpse of a man kneeling over Ahsoka, crimson dripping off a wicked, curved blade, before putting a bolt through his head.

The man slumped off of Ahsoka. Rex barely took the time to see that there were no other threats in the room before dashing to Ahsoka's side.

"Ahsoka." He breathed. "Ner aka."

He shoved the man's corpse away from her. Her hands were bound behind her back and her eyes blindfolded. Dozens of cuts leaked blood up and down her arms, lekku, legs, everywhere.

Rex untied the cloth around her head with surprisingly steady hands. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face pale, her breathing ragged.

"I'm here." Rex said. He tied the blindfold to a deep wound in her arm. "You're safe."

He felt her caress his mind, a vague feeling of ensuring that it was truly him. But she didn't speak, not until he managed to undo her binders.

"Rex." She whispered. She raised a shaking hand as if to touch his cheek. Rex sucked in a sharp breath as he saw her broken fingers and slit palms. "Took- took you long enough."

She meant it in a light way, but it only made his heart clench. He closed his eyes for just a moment.

"I'm so sorry."

In a moment of weakness he pulled her to him. He felt her chest rise and fall against his. Despite her wounds, he had made it in time. She was still alive.

Ahsoka twitched as he pressed a bandage from one of his pouches to her face. The monster had carved bloody lines that traced her markings.

"Cody-" She said. "The others-"

Rex snapped his head up. Cody, Crosshair, and Oddball were lying in an unconscious heap across the room, bound and blindfolded like Ahsoka had been. Their skin was scored with crusted bloody lines. None seemed fresh.

A corpse, an Umbaran man, lay in a corner.

Rex clenched his jaw. Ahsoka was still losing too much blood.

"What happened to them?" He asked as he continued to work.

"Stu-stunned." Ahsoka managed.

Rex grimaced.

"Then they'll have to wait a minute." He said. "You have some bad wounds here."

"Rex-" Ahsoka protested weakly, shifting away from his hands.

"Lie still." Rex ordered.

She thankfully did so. He identified the worst of the lacerations and quickly bandaged them. Then he placed his hand lightly on Ahsoka's shoulder.

"I'll be right back." He said.

He crossed the room and undid his brothers' binders and blindfolds. Like he'd guessed, they were in no immediate danger. Stunned, like Ahsoka had said. Rex briefly squeezed Cody's shoulder before looking around. To his relief, there was a bottle of bacta and more bandages shoved in a corner.

When he returned to Ahsoka, he studied the older wounds. Yes, it looked like they had been treated with bacta before. Rex undid the bandages he'd already tied in place and began applying bacta. She opened her eyes again and stared at him as if she had never seen anything like him before.

"I'll wait for the medics to set your fingers." He murmured to her. "But I should be able to get most everything else treated."

Ahsoka grimaced as he worked, but she kept her eyes on him. He had to keep gently guiding her mangled hands to her side as she kept trying to touch his face.

"Ner aka, please." Rex said. "Lie still."

There was a movement at the door. Rex whipped around, but it was only Echo and the Batch. He nodded towards Crosshair, Cody, and Oddball before returning to Ahsoka. She still stared at him with wondering eyes.

"It's you." She breathed. She sounded light headed, likely from the blood loss. "I thought it was you before- but it's you now."

Rex's throat constricted.

"Yeah, it is." He said. "Thank you."

She smiled ever so slightly and closed her eyes again. A strange, but beautiful sight contrasted against the blood dried on her face. A sign that he had not failed.


Crosshair woke to an overwhelming pressure squeezing him from all sides. His arms, legs, chest, and face hurt, and there was an odd wetness on the top of his head. He managed to suck in half a breath.

"Get off, Wrecker!" He hissed.

The pressure released and he stumbled away from his brother. Wrecker was grinning at him, teary eyed.

Had he been cradling Crosshair and crying on him, like he was that tooka doll? Ugh.

Then he realized that Tech had stepped up to him and was scanning him.

"I can already tell you what's wrong." Crosshair snapped. "About a hundred cuts everywhere. You don't need to do a-"

Tech snatched his hand, the one that that psychopath had stabbed clean through, and raised it to inspect it. Crosshair considered jerking it away, but he knew if it wasn't treated right, it could cripple him.

So instead he glanced around him. Hunter and Echo were helping Cody and the other reg, while Captain Rex hovered over Commander Tano. Hunter caught Crosshair's eye and gave him that blasted, disgustingly worried look that he had whenever any of them were injured.

"You doing okay, Cross?" Wrecker asked as Tech fussed over Crosshair's hand.

"What do you think?" Crosshair muttered.

Wrecker didn't reply, but pulled out a ration bar. Crosshair hesitated, but took it. He hadn't been fed during this particular stay.

With a grunt, and a raised eyebrow from Tech, he eased himself to the ground. He hated to admit it, but his legs were trembling and he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep up his facade. Now that the danger was over, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his bunk and sleep for a week. Specifically his bunk on the Marauder. Their beds on Coruscant were too nice.

Wrecker plopped down next to him. He was quiet, for which Crosshair was grateful. When he finished his ration bar, Wrecker handed him a canteen.

Crosshair glanced across the room as he drank. An Umbaran lay crumpled in the corner. Vezda, if he remembered right. He'd tried to let them go- after letting Spigs have his way with them for hours. Days? Crosshair wasn't sure how long they'd been here.

Then he caught sight of the other corpse. A disappointedly unmutilated corpse, save for a blaster bolt in his head. Captain Rex must have gotten to him first.

"Omega?" Crosshair asked once he'd drunk most of the canteen.

"She's okay!" Wrecker said. "Back at the Senate with a friend."

Crosshair snorted.

"We don't have friends."

"We do now." Tech said. "Phee Genoa has proven herself to be reliable and resourceful. We could do far worse in a friend."

"Tech likes her." Wrecker said in his version of a whisper, which everyone could hear.

Tech frowned.

"She is our friend." He said. "I do not know why my particular fondness of her is of note."

Crosshair found himself smirking despite his pain and exhaustion.

"We should comm Omega!" Wrecker said brightly. "Let her know you're okay!"

"We need to get out of here." That was Captain Rex, looking up from his careful ministrations to Commander Tano. "This place isn't safe. If we've treated the worst of their wounds, we should leave."

"Captain Rex is correct." Tech said. "Crosshair, can you walk?"

"Yes!" Crosshair said, even though he didn't really want to walk.

"I will assist you." Tech said.

Crosshair appreciated the simple, quiet way Tech acknowledged his tiredness, but he was also furious that he had decided that Crosshair needed help without his asking. Though, Crosshair couldn't think of any situation where he would ask for help while conscious. So Crosshair scowled at Tech. Tech's lips quirked upward in response.

"Cody needs help." Hunter said. "The bastard cut his tendons."

"Got 'im!" Wrecker said.

Cody sighed loudly as Wrecker scooped him up.

Echo helped Oddball up as Tech placed himself under Crosshair's arm. Captain Rex stopped by the Umbaran's body before gathering Commander Tano in his arms and lifting her. Crosshair narrowed his eyes at her wounds. The scum had focused on her for much of their time here. Crosshair was once again disappointed that the Batch hadn't gotten to Spigs. Crosshair liked Commander Tano, not to mention that the psychopath had mutilated Cody and Crosshair himself. Spigs had not deserved a quick death.

Hunter scouted ahead as the rest of them made their slow way through the strange labyrinth of doors. Crosshair thought he could hear blaster shots once or twice, and they passed mangled IG droids. Finally, they were free of it.

Troopers had formed a perimeter around the pyramidal building. A few ARC troopers came forward and escorted them to a LAATI, where medics waited inside. Crosshair was relieved when Tech waved one away and began work on Crosshair again.

As the LAATI rose into the air, Wrecker knelt by Crosshair. He held a beeping comm out. Then-

"Wrecker! Are you okay? Have you found him?" Omega's voice was frantic.

Crosshair smirked.

"I'd say they have." He said lazily.

But, well, this time he felt he deserved having a fuss being made over him.


The med center ward was quiet and dark, despite the number of guests shoved into the place. The entire Batch, minus Omega, was crowded around Crosshair's bed and a few clones from the 212th, including Wooley, had arrived very quickly for Oddball and Cody. Rex sat alone next to Ahsoka's bed, holding her hand as best as he could with her splinted fingers. He wouldn't be the only one for long. He knew General Skywalker, Chancellor Amidala, and Omega were probably ignoring traffic laws in order to be there as soon as possible.

But, well, this time he felt he deserved having a fuss being made over him.

The med center ward was quiet and dark, despite the number of guests shoved into the place. The entire Batch, minus Omega, was crowded around Crosshair's bed and a few clones from the 212th, including Wooley, had arrived very quickly for Oddball and Cody. Rex sat alone next to Ahsoka's bed, holding her hand as best as he could with her splinted fingers. He wouldn't be the only one for long. He knew General Skywalker, Chancellor Amidala, and Omega were probably ignoring traffic laws in order to be there as soon as possible.

Ahsoka watched Rex with half lidded eyes.

"Go to sleep." He told her for the third time. "You're exhausted."

"Anakin will be here soon." Ahsoka said. "He'll make a fuss and I'll wake up anyway."

Rex shook his head.

"I won't let him." He said. "And Chancellor Amidala will help."

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. He smiled and cupped her bandaged cheek.

"I'll take care of you." He said.

She smiled back, but it was trembling. He could sense that she didn't feel safe.

"Thank you." She said in a shaking voice.

She'd been through so much. Rex leaned down and took her into an embrace. She buried her face into his shoulder.

"I knew you'd come." She said, muffled.

Rex ran his thumb in circles on one of the unbandaged parts of her head.

"Of course." He said. "You are my mission."

Her grip tightened on him.

"I love you." She said. "I love you."

Rex eased her back in order to look her in the eyes.

"I love you." He said.

He kissed her gently and she sighed against his lips. A warm feeling came from their bond, a feeling of satisfaction after a long time of longing. That emotion was interrupted by a throb of fear.

Rex broke the kiss and held her to him again. There would be time for more once she was healed. He shifted her in his arms so that she rested comfortably against his shoulder. He murmured quiet words of comfort and love into her montral. Ahsoka let out another long sigh. Rex could feel her anxiety drain away. She felt safe in his arms.

Within minutes, she was asleep. Rex brushed his lips against her montral before easing her back down. Then he stood. He needed to make sure that he kept his promise and kept General Skywalker from disturbing her.

It felt good to finally be able to protect her as she had protected him

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Mando'a:

Jate'verd'e am dajun'e ti evaar'la din'kartay: Good warriors change their plans with new intel. A saying I made up. Can be literal, or can mean to change your opinion when presented with new facts.

Harchaak: Dammit

kyr'am'dinui: Death gift. Another concept I came up with, basically last request, often bequeathing armor with a warrior's last breath. I made this up because they say that the Darksaber can only be won through combat, but they also mention that it's passed down. I think if a Mandalor is able to bequeath the Darksaber to someone as they're dying, it's valid.

Taap: location, a request for someone's location. Basically 'where are you?'

Ner aka: my mission, Rex's affectionate nickname for Ahsoka.

From the top!

Bo Katan finally grows a conscience. And then dies. A Star Wars staple. Unfortunately for this Bo Katan, it felt like the best way to end her story. To finally accept that she wasn't ready to be Mandalor and that the clones were worthy of her respect.

Jesse puts some things together. And since we know that Tarkin did one of those things…

Obi Wan's plan worked! Too bad the CIS relied on an unstable bounty hunter with a vendetta.

I love the idea of the bitter families of Jedi. I considered making Spigs the brother of a named Jedi, like Kalifa, but I decided that it'd be better to make it ambiguous.

Sorry, Vezda, but you were kind of too noble to live in this situation.

And Rex is back 100 percent! Kicking butt, killing evil dudes, protecting!

Ahsoka always knew he'd come.

I love Wrecker so much because I don't have to hold back with him. It's totally in character for him to hug Crosshair and cry on him. Big ol' softie. Crosshair is so much fun to write. He's so angry and proud. I like to think he's more angry that Ahsoka and Cody (and Oddball to a point) were hurt than he is angry that he himself was hurt. He still wanted Spigs dealt with more harshly. And yes, he gets to be fussed over because after that season 3 trailer, HE DESERVES IT. LET CROSSHAIR GET LOVED.

And then all the tenderness that Rex needs to show happens in the hospital because one of my editors insisted he would be more focused on, you know, Ahsoka bleeding out.

We'll begin wrapping up the loose ends next time!

Stay safe, remember to review, and have a great week!