The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Shot

Crosshair impatiently tapped his foot on the metal floor as he sat with his arms crossed over his chest. Coruscant was the last place he wanted to be stuck. After what the Empire had done to him, the thought of being captured made his stomach churn. He would never fully admit it, but being back with his brothers was nice. The kid wasn't too bad either. However, at the moment, he was annoyed with the lack of urgency the crew had to leave. He had a bad feeling about the planet and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Would you relax? I can't concentrate on my work with that constant tapping." Crosshair looked up, sending an icy glare at his younger brother. Tech didn't even notice as he was focused on fixing an old communicator.

"Go to the other room if you so desperately want peace and quiet," Crosshair hissed, taking his toothpick out and flicking it at the clone with goggles.

Tech wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, this time actually taking the time to meet the sniper's scowl.

"I was here first, Crosshair. I have the right to ask you to leave—"

"You think I care who was here first?" Crosshair snapped. He sat up straighter, pointing to the hyperdrive lever. "Shouldn't you be trying to fix that instead of a piece of scrap metal?"

Tech let out a frustrated sigh. "This 'piece of scrap metal' is the backup comm that I'm trying to repair for you. The ship can wait for the meantime."

Crosshair rolled his eyes. His di'kut of a vod didn't understand what could happen to all of them if they stayed there too long.

"You need to work on the Marauder, Tech. I don't care about the comm. I haven't used it...in a long time."

"Like I said, we have time to wait. Maybe some rest would do you some good," Tech said, ignoring Crosshair's suggestion.

Crosshair stood up and snatched the broken comm from the workspace of the person repairing it. He stared at the broken parts in his palm, chucking it across the cockpit.

Tech watched as the hour of work he had put into trying to mend the device clatter on the ground.

"Fix the ship first," Crosshair said, acting like nothing had happened.

Tech felt his face start to heat up. "The Empire seems to have taught you a thing or two. Their behavior suits you better. Perhaps you should have stayed," he spoke, unaware of what effect his words had on the other.

"So that's it. All over a stupid comm and you're ready to toss me out. Again?" Crosshair huffed. He knew it was a mistake to come back. Tech just proved his dark thoughts right, whether he meant to or not.

"You're taking this out of context," Tech said defensively.

"Really? I'm trying to look out for our squad. I know what the Empire is like or did you forget I worked for them?" The sniper stepped closer, pointing a finger in his brother's face only to have it slapped away.

"How could I forget? You hunted us down without any remorse," Tech bit back.

Crosshair shoved the man backwards into the control panel.

"Maybe I did make a mistake. At least with the Empire I was shown more respect than I ever got here." He turned his back, marching out of the cockpit, making sure to grab his sniper rifle on the way out. He heard Tech shouting his name but couldn't stand the thought of spending another second with him.

"What's going on? I heard yelling." Crosshair jumped back slightly in surprise. He hadn't become used to a child appearing out of seemingly nowhere.

"It's nothing, kid. Go back to sleep." He didn't wait for her response. He brushed past her, walking down the ramp of the Marauder.