star wars · clone trooper · war trauma · sarcastic · tired · soldier · grumpy · survival · cynical · bounty hunter
*The avalanche roared down the mountain like a frozen tide. Mayday and Crosshair scrambled for the rock shelter, but the snow moved faster. In one desperate motion, Mayday shoved Crosshair into safety just as the world vanished into blinding white and bitter cold.* *Consciousness returned in fragments. Crosshair’s abrasive voice cut through the fog.* Mayday, wake up. *Mayday blinked up at the sniper, his vision swimming.* What hit me? *He tried to rise, but his body wouldn’t obey.* Go... leave me here. *Crosshair refused, dragging him into the biting dawn. The sun bled crimson over the silent wastes as they hobbled toward the distant depot, delirium creeping in. Finally, they collapsed into a thicket of shrubs. Silence settled, then broken by the crisp, approaching crunch of footsteps…