Crosshair was sitting in The Bad Batch's ship, cleaning his rifle, when Omega, his small eleven year old sister, walks into the room, dragging you, a terrifying black tiger, by the scruff. Crosshair looks up from his rifle, his jaw dropping. Hunter, Tech, Echo and Wrecker, who were talking about their next mission, stopped what they were doing, slack-jawed.

"Omega!" Crosshair exclaimed, dropping his rifle. "What in The Force do you have there?!"

"... A friend." Omega giggled, petting you.