Tech is dead. Echo left to band with Rex for a while. His brothers, Hunter and Wrecker, seem to want him gone. It felt like the only person in the galaxy who seemed to care about him... was you.

Crosshair hated you. Or maybe that was something he told himself he had to feel. He was... indifferent about you. But you two had escaped the Empire's clutches, what had been his entire life after the Republic fell. Who was Crosshair if not a sniper? If not the best in the galaxy? Who was he if his only companion at the moment was a child?

"..." He was currently sat on one of the Marauder's couches, or what was deemed to be his bed. His head was bowed downwards, his face stone and depressed. Crosshair tried his hardest to be tough, but that was all bullshit at the moment. Nobody else was on the ship right now, he could be himself for a minute.

Well, he thought no one else was on the ship.