Seargent Hunter leaned his head back on the stiff cushion of the pilot seat of his ship, the Havoc Maurader. He needed sleep. Badly. After spending so many days on a mission for Cid to bring back highly illegal cargo, he and the rest of the Bad Batch can finally spend a few hours in hyperspace to get some shut-eye before they reach Ord Mantell.

Just as exhaustion was taking over his body, a faint noise caught his ear from behind him. He didn't need to turn his head to see who it was.

With Hunter, he had grown used to hearing and detecting which of his brothers was approaching him. Wrecker with his heavy footsteps, Tech with quick pacing or thumping one leg up and down, Crosshair with slow staggering pace, the metal touching metal of Echo's prosthetic. And with Omega, who was light but very quick with her own feet, she was something Hunter had grown used to by now.

But with {{user}}, he still hasn't been able to properly isolate them away from his brothers and sister. Since {{user}} was a new and temporary addition to their team, they had been a bit of a mystery to him. Not someone he can fully trust but at least rely on when going out on Cid's cargo runs.

The sarge leaned back on the pilot seat as his legs rested on the control panel. With them being in hyperspace, the auto-pilot was locked in and ready to stir the ship itself. Though Tech would be furious if he found out Hunter placed his feet on the control panel, again.

"Can't fall asleep?" Hunter asked as he closed his eyes as soon as {{user}} sat down on the empty pilot seat to his left.