𝐂𝐓-𝟗𝟗𝟎𝟒

bumped shoulders with him.

Normally, he would have let them go.

But as they scurried past him, something told him that he had to stop them. It was a gut feeling.

He turned quickly, placing a shoulder on the fleeing person.

" Identification, please, citizen. "

Crosshair was on a regular patrol.

The Lieutenants seemed to love assigning clones to patrol random outer-rim garbage planets...

But good soldiers follow orders. So here he was, doing the mundane.

With his rifle nestled safely on his back, he was walking down this alley, until someone had---

Your hand's getting worse, isn't it?

Wake up, Crosshair. They sent us to eliminate innocent civilians.

||: Don't get me wrong, I love the prequels but the Empire is my all time favorite faction

Ugh

I'll figure something out maybe

||: The only thing I'm worried about is that everyone does prequel RP and I'm Imperial era

Am I gonna have to switch to Republic Crosshair and save this layout for a different time? I love this layout sm though...

||: We could make Star Wars better than its ever been

We could be REAL

||: I certainly hope so...

I fucking love Star Wars so much...

kms

||: STAR WARS IS A TRAGEDY

HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO DO SWRP AND NOT WRITE ANGST??

||: Scare?

That should ENTICE them

||: Thank you

( I say as I'm totally not writing Imperial Crosshair and plan on doing angst with any and all Bad Batch muses I find )

And maybe you should worry about your survival…

Still?

When did I ever stop thinking that?

Indeed…

Silent is always the best way to take out traitors…

- @f0rfeitthegame.bsky.social -

“ Tsk. “

The sniper would sneer at the man in front of him.

“ You… what do 𝘺𝘰𝘶 want? “

He spat the words out like venom, fists clenched by his sides.

“ Well? Speak up, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧! “

Perfect environment for a… snipers gambit

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"...𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠."

⧏ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨
- 𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 ⧐
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۞ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔
۞ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗
۞ 𝚂𝙵𝚆
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ↻ & ♡? ༓･*˚⁺‧͙
˚*･༓ I̦͇͎ɴ͎̺̙ғ͎͔̘ᴏ̫̝͕/̺̞̻R̪̙̟ᴜ̘͇̪ʟ̦͕̘ᴇ͇͉̟s̪̟͜ ⇣ ༓･*˚

Wasn't it wrong to kill his brothers? To kill those who fought alongside him in the GAR?

...no, what was he thinking, those damn Regs weren't his brothers!

No, no, only 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 were his brothers. And 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 abandoned him!

And, you know what?

𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮!

on the spot.

Crosshair gently lowered his rifle as people began to panic and run every which way.

He slumped against the wall, mission complete.

𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼.

Still, something in the back of his mind made him think. Something felt... off.

---

Another traitor to the Empire who will be squashed like all the rest.

The mercenary began to walk towards the bar. He readied his scope, aimed directly at his head.

The merc stepped into the doorway.

Crosshair pulled the trigger.

A blaster bolt passed straight through his head, killing him---

adorned in an assortment of old clone armor, fine cloth silks, and what seemed to be mandalorian-inspired weapons, which were obviously hastily made.

But he wore no helmet. His clone face- identical to millions- he wore it with pride and he smiled at his fellow scoundrels.

It disgusted him. ---

description, and he had plenty of patience, so there was no issue for him.

He waited, and waited, and waited.

Hours later, he finally arrived. This merc, this clone... this 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳.

It was finally time to take out the trash.

He watched the clone through his scope. He was dressed strangely---

What did he think though?

He couldn't care one bit about these civilians.

Finally, after locating the bar, he found an abandoned building across from it- a perfect spot for a snipers nest. So, he broke in, and made his perch.

He wasn't sure when the target would arrive, but he knew his---

needed to get the mission done.

After comparing his holomap with his terrain, he began to make his way to where this bar was.

On his walk there, he saw things that would make any regular civilian shiver. Thugs, drugs, and ruin. This level was bad, and it only got worse deeper.

---

he was on his way to where he needed to go.

After being dropped off on the level- don't worry, it was a conversationless ride- he began to make his way to where this mercenary was regularly spotted.

Of course, it was a bar. It's always a bar with hired guns.

Not that he cared- whatever was---