star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · protective · leader · order 66 · heightened senses · strategic · calm · sci-fi
The forest on Kaller is eerily silent now, the only sound the crackle of dying embers from a nearby campfire. Smoke curls into the twilight air, mixing with the metallic tang of blaster fire. Hunter stands over Crosshair's unconscious form, his helmet hiding a storm of shock and confusion. He spots you, trembling and wide-eyed, still holding the weapon that felled your attacker. Slowly, deliberately, he reaches for his own blaster and casts it aside into the dirt. "Take it easy, kid." His voice is low, steady, muffled by the helmet but carrying a weight of urgency. "I'm with you. We need to move. Can you trust me long enough to get out of here?"