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The barracks in Galactic City sanctioned for the GAR recon commandos were quiet. It wasn’t unusual for squadron ninety-nine to not be welcome, though it would be more unusual to expect any liaison party.
Crosshair at that point in time couldn’t wait to go back to their barracks after this meeting recap with Captain Maze. At minimum the man tolerated them, the sour headed lemon he was but he never failed not to pay them their merit. Not much has changed in that retrospect or surrounded by spikey muscle heads always ready to scrabble and flex.
So far having barely spotted any commandos loitering around save two distant ones, all was still when the Marauder stationed in the reserved support hangar. Officially force ninety-nine like every other support shuttle had their claim spot, though Tech theory gamble on any parking charge pecked Echo irritation on the matter.
Crosshair view as the backwall of squadron 99 eyes were observing infinite beige wall when they first entered one of the dominant connecting hallways in their coruscant home. Four charcoal gray kartan troopers walked afront of him, each laden with kit equipment and needed gear, conversing in low tones.
“Where we headed Sarge.” Wrecker asked from his front right, arms lax weren’t it for his secondary arm swings. Sometimes Crosshair couldn’t tell if he did that from boredom or thinking. Whatever, he still looked dumb.
“We need to see Captain Maze.” Hunter looked over his shoulder from the front of the group back. “He doesn’t want a call-in briefing; he wants to see us in person. I tell him every time he’ll save energy if we comm in but him the way he is, best not push it."
“You make it sound like we go through judiciary trails to talk with the man.” Echo voiced, his distinctive annoyance coming from Crosshair left. Their appointed ARC was walking alongside Tech withdrawn from whatever issue had claimed there attention seconds prior. “The bare minimum we can do is show up and talk to him.”
“But.. Captain Maze knows us.” Wrecker head from what Crosshair noted tilt down and straight, trying to deduct the issue in his sly tooka expression. “He knows us so do we really have to show up every time?”
“What, yes!” Echo standard ‘you fucking with me?’ expression, so blunt in tone Crosshair couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “We can get reprimanded for inducing rude behavior to our superior head officer! Which we don’t need, and I don’t want.”
“Awh Echooo.” Wrecker sighed as his hands Crosshair noticed started clutching on his buy’ce helm slightly tighter than before, its dynamic white paint jarringly bright against the hallway’s beige walls. “What if he’s not there and we walked for nothing? That’s gonna suck.”
“So how about you turned back around and cry wah wah wah on back?” Crosshair added, unable to stop himself grabbing the tallest attention. With splayed fingers he withdrew the toothpick hanging in his mouth and without fail poked the dampen end to the back of Wrecker’s head. “
“Hey!” Wrecker turned ready to return the favor, hand raising to cover that pricked spot. “Quit it!”
“Now you have something to tell the captain.” Crosshair sneered, unwilling to stomp his amusement over Wrecker’s annoyance, he’s so easy to rifle up. “If you ask nicely he might kiss it better.”
“No he won’t.” Wrecker hissed reaching back to shove him one good time. “Keep at it and you’re drinking through a straw.”
“That’s a fact or a promise?” Crosshair voice molded to the barrack’s multi-linked hallway they walk down, likely bouncing from the ghosts of other squadrons entryways. “Don’t sway me with a good time Wrec’ika.”
“Please!” Wrecker snapped, cheeks flaming that blotchy pomegranate red Cross knows leaves him often flustered to talk. “Shab off.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Crosshair prodded, delighted by the responding sigh of indifference from their second eldest. How Tech managed to block all their tomfoolery he hasn’t solved. It was just like him to tune out the majority to fine detail them in what he claims important. From the way Hunter substantially ignored them he was doing something right. “Tell you what, tonight when I’m under actual hot water over that cruddy sonic," Cross pulled his hands out into a clear wrist grab. “I’ll do a little daydreaming about kissing and tell you how it plays out.”
“Guys chill out.” Hunter finally looked back over his shoulder disapproving their argument. “Ori’vod right, we need to see the captain so stop bothering Wrecker. We can’t not see Maze so unless something happens he should be in his office with General Zey.”
“In the 59-41 percentage chance he is likely.” Tech called out over what appeared his gadget, holding his attention to whatever captured his eye now. “Best not check into that much.”
“Okay say we got your 59-41, what’ve we do if you’re wrong.” Wrecker grumbled crossing his arms; gaze heated locked onto Crosshair.
“We won’t cry about it.” Crosshair responded to him, his teeth catching on the chewed damp end of his toothpick. It looks could kill he’d be melted goop on the ground. “You do that enough as is =so why should we? We shush the sniffles and get on with the program.”
“Ugh Cross,” Wrecker failed being stern for the wobbly smile he’s trying so hard not to make and Crosshair harrumph in that bubble pit of self-please.
“Guys…” Hunter started ready to scold them both when he came to a standstill looking back over his shoulder towards the conjoining hallway up ahead.
“Sergeant!" A loud unfamiliar voice called out to them. The voice was gritty, smooth but rough around the edges. "In the future we really need to work on your social etiquette.” This stranger called from down the opposite end of the hall with the expected tone that recognized it's strength. All the hairs on Crosshair arms stood up.
There was no one behind them only seconds ago, the hallways laminated floors made sure of that. No one.
“Who is that?” Crosshair brows downturn slightly peering around. The owner of that baritone hoarse voice was approaching from their opposite dressed down to the teeth in white kartan armor. The grimy state of his gear was enough to make Crosshair nerves shoot pings of cautious. Stranger or not, no one’s white armor gets that dingy betting on arm wrestling. This stranger meant business.
It didn’t take much to put two and two together, this man must’ve been a commando from his stocky size alone.
If there were a word that described commandos he’d deemed them thick skull body huggers, all meat upstairs, no brain having jocks. The commando in question was walking up to the five steady pace, pushing on the right side of indifferent. He couldn’t possibly beat Wrecker in muscle density but one sight of his jagged shrapnel scars decorating his hairline made Crosshair evaded stepping back.
Pity any trooper who assumed these guys were simple security detail.
Feeling the back of his fire puncher rifle touch his elbow, Crosshair couldn’t help his scoff of disbelief watching the stranger wave hello. “Tell me he’s talking to us?”
“There’s light reason to suggest another squadron could divide his attention as we are the sole ones occupying the hall. Unless we missed someone beyond our know.” Tech said.
“Yeah no osik.” Crosshair uttered, taking in the other four visible stance movement as the commando finally closed in, slowing up from the distinctive step forward they took behind Crosshair. The man stared down all five of them strangely, side perching his buy’ce on his hip. The starch tally marks hashed on his visor brought some visceral urge to double down his watch on the guy.
Either this guy’s a complete weirdo with no sense of creativity or he was playing them all for laughs.
“We passed another how many times Force 99?” The commando said standing afront of Hunter, looming over him in a matter Crosshair for one did not like. He was a commando alright, another reg trooper with the Fett template. But this commando, with evidential slicked back hair and whiteish burn scars decorating all of his hairline seem. Friendly.
“Hunter, when you saw me earlier, you should’ve said hello!" The commando exclaimed, raising a start from ninety-nine. "And why didn’t you tell me your squadron's this adorable?"
Huh.
His tone of voice didn’t match the unsetting spark light in his eyes.
“We know you?” Crosshair demanded crossing his arms at the man's introduction. He didn't know the man but this commando clearly knew them.
Hunter gave just a returning hello surprising Crosshair. “We just saw another two klicks ago at that meeting with Commander Cody." amused at the man's exaggerated sighing. "You forget Tau squad shares yours colors,"
"No they copied me I'm telling you the lousy punks." He scoffed, lips twisting to the side at the idea. "Mark my words I'll prove it the next time we meet, like what lousy commando doesn't own up their paint job?"
"Gar serim." Hunter said, pinpoints of a smile capturing his face as his stance dropped. "Everyone, this one won't give you a hard time, I know him."
"If you called me a stranger you might break me on the spot there." The stranger murmured, pushing at his laid back hair.
"Crosshair looked the stranger up and down unimpressed back to Hunter. He can't wait to hear this.
"This everyone is my,”
“Oh I'm his passing sweetheart,”
They both stared at one another surprised, Hunter brows raising to the ceiling to the others rattled laughter. His laughter quickly averted into a cough to Echo double take, sounding like chopped bones flying around a vacuum.
“Hunter’s sweetheart?” Crosshair heard Wrecker say between his mind calculating Hunter’s response to rationalizing the meaning of his words. He couldn't think straight.
“And you didn’t think to tell us.” Crosshair tsk Hunter’s way, eyes narrowing his at the shorter one’s frantic head shake.
“He’s not just ignore it,” Hunter fumbled on his words, looking from his scowl to Echo leer of amusement with growing alarm. “You need to stop saying that.”
“Fine, how does leading co-dependent work partners sound? Borarir vod if you want.” The commando responded, resettling his buy’ce. “Although, formal and the like wouldn’t suit us would it? I find the term frankly plain and that doesn't suit you does it Hunter?"
Wrecker meanwhile was seemingly on cloud nine with the chance of cherub loth cats flying around his head. His eyes widen in surprise. “Are you really his sweetheart?”
“No he is not.” Hunter stressed, devising his heated glare right into Gregor’s face which he smiled for knowingly. “Team.” Hunter cleared his throat grabbing their attention.
“Why is he looking at him like that? Crosshair checked himself.
"This is Gregor, Captain Gregor,” Hunter at last introduced the man cool off his visible excitement.
“I place it you to be officially RC-5576-39 of Foxtrot Squadron correct?” Tech cut in, nimble fingers tapping so on his data pad, then up to study the puzzle look on Gregor’s face. “Previously stationed with your own commando team, Foxtrot, you engaged in expected commando rendezvous before the Battle of Sarrish….” He stalled, prompting the atmosphere into quick silence.
“Add second in command with the 7th Skycorps battalion vod and you have my mouthful of a title.” Gregor carefully answered, crossing his arms into himself. He didn’t seem irked at Tech comment save the confusion marking his facial expressions. Again Crosshair couldn’t help the bubbling annoyance crossing his mind.
“And yes, my men went missing in action.” Gregor smile softened out around the edges, rod hammer stiff in place. “All of us were, poor boys.”
“I remember hearing about your missing squad and now you’re back. Wow!" Wrecker ended awe, his tone lowering in the hallway how it wasn’t previously. “And you work with Commander Cody like us? You’re a hero.”
“Stranger perceptions have happened vod'ika.” The commando head tilted in Wrecker direction, checking his awe with this softer smile of his own. “One of us poor bastards needed to make it through.”
“What’s going on Gregor?” Hunter’s timbre pulled Crosshair from his thoughts, maneuvering his gaze to look to him. He still wanted to talks to this guy. “It’s not like you to casually lounge around Courscant.”
The same closed-in caution Hunter use watching them, be it surviving the heat of intel, watching out from regs scathing remarks. Clearly this stranger had enough sway over Hunter to pull his attention away and the idea made Crosshair stomach churn.
“Not that I don’t enjoy a good origin story, but you got any reason to lay up the charm? What you think we’ll swoon over you?”
“Oh, ghoulish.” Gregor chuckled bowing his head briefly while Hunter side-eyed Crosshair aggrieved. His eyes demanded a stale mate which frankly, Crosshair didn’t find in himself to care about.
“Don’t Hunter its fine.” Gregor said, clearing his throat as to visibly shrugged off his statement. “Seeing I missed earlier I figure it was time I met everyone officially. You must be Crosshair.” Gregor turned his eyes obscurely calm into Crosshair’s own. The captain watched him, impassively stoic for what stretch minutes.
“And Tech, no no. Tech.” Gregor tried, pointing a wandering forefinger at his tablet wavering between him and Wrecker. Wrecker and Tech, no Tech and Wrecker am I on the nose?” faintly smiling at Wrecker nodded along. “How divine, and last and certainly my favorite type of man,” Gregor chuckled please with himself. “Ori’vod Echo the ARC am I right?”
“Pretty much.” Echo said, nodding his head along to Gregor visible flair. “You Captain’s know how to appreciate their right-hand men.”
“Kandossei vod!” Gregor exclaimed clapping his gloved hands together forcibly loud. “Not bad for this head of mine, not at all.”
“Gregor,” Hunter started grabbing his attention like he did the other three, gaze stubbornly set on his face. “We’re on our way to see Captain Maze, we can’t keep him waiting.”
“Well lookie here, I’m on my way now actually to do something too! Just finally got permission to get off bed rest from my doctor although frankly I may have skip out a day early?"
"Gregor." Hunter responded on a warning note and Gregor made a shushing notion.
"It's okay, I'm-I'm-I'm decent and my students are learning a thing or six about discipline on Jos." Gregor explained, his hands Crosshair now notion lightly shook while he tucked them away. "I have these two hotheads I dealing with who thinks they're the hottest osik on that moon.” He shook his head fondly at the mention scanning back over them. “What can you do? Ah kids.”
“You’re an instructor too?” Wrecker asked. “Woah.”
“Save some skinned elbows and bomb denotational courses it’s not too awful. Demolitions hindrance is coming up next in the coursework and I’ve already had five too many talks from command over standardizing appropriate usage of TNT. That's nothing I can’t scoop around.”
“Can we visit!?”
“Nothing says you couldn’t and I’m the instructor. If you come maybe you can grab this one from his cocoon.” Gregor pointedly even his gaze to Hunter wide eyed one, averting sideways at Gregor focus. No matter his tone the warmth in it visibly made Wrecker bring his hand to his mouth awed. “Unless you have other things to do save bothering human resources.”
“We do.” Crosshair stated, ears ringing from this drivel the man was saying. He brushed past Hunter right in front of the commando to prove his point. “Unless it’s important Hunter has no need to be looped in with you.”
“Crosshair stop!” Hunter hissed mortified while Crosshair eyes took on the captains, unflinching at Gregor instant frown.
“Nice one, insult the commando why don’t you?” Echo snarked, rubbing at his forehead. “Sorry Captain, he’s densely protective.”
“Gregor hasn’t done anything save talking, he’s fine. I’m fine.” Hunter pointedly stressed-out making Crosshair scoff in kind. “Gregor hasn’t done one thing to make you act like that.”
“Until he shows something different.”
“Oh this you warn me about, his words scratches!” Gregor cut in, laughing that odd pitching rattle before it faded off. “Fun times on your side huh? Little guy playing with the big boys, call me on my bluff.” He looked ready to say more looking at Hunter but rather he paused, staring intensely at Hunter’s face over Crosshair shoulder. There was nothing playful in his expression now.
Hunter stared back confused, not sure what to make of his change in behavior. “Yes?..”
Unblinking Gregor motioned at his own ear still cross armed and Crosshair follow on his gesture. He took to Hunter hand twitching for his mainly covered right ear. Ignoring the commando secondly, smacking Hunter hand down Crosshair checked for himself what he missed. He gritted his teeth vexed at the long reddish cut there on his upper ear. “What is this.”
“When did that happened?” Echo demanded coming up close to inspect it, swatting Hunter’s other hand aside to look further. "Who did this?”
“I want to know too.” Gregor said coolly. “Was it a lunch tray?”
“It’s not that bad Echo honest,” Hunter weakly protested but Echo ensured glare made him surrender, closed into a dead end with eight questioning eyes. “And it wasn’t a lunch tray.”
“It was a fork.” Hunter mumbled, pomegranate flush around his ears from four looks of anger. “Yesterday after that standoff in the cafeteria one of those di’kuts threw something, I was too wired up to feel it until later.”
“You could’ve- ka’ra Hunter!” Echo fussed using his scomp to make Hunter expose more of his side profile to the left, hair strands falling into his face. “This could’ve gotten infected.”
Hunter, sheepish under everyone’s obvious concern pulled his head up to look to Echo ire, failing to make himself indifferent. “I wasn’t thinking about it, it just slip my mind.”
“Clearly seeing you hid it away.” Echo harped; fingers careful to prob at the cut. It looked gnarly, puffy in its clotted reddish scar though nothing unfixable. “You can’t hoop with guys who never invite you on the court Hun’ika. You should have said something.
“Are you gonna be okay Hunter?” Wrecker asked, cracking his knuckles with intention. “Because I’m not okay with this.”
“If need be I’ll need to inspect that later on after you place some bacta on it.” Tech quipped, pulling once at his googles strap. “Nothing I like more than nonsensical banter that throws up in our face.
“You five should come eat with me at some of the cantinas.” Gregor clicked his tongue gathering their attention. “Take the spotlight away from those kids bothering you still.”
“You know about that?” Crosshair demanded to Gregor's shrug.
“When your given clues anyone can solve a puzzle.” Gregor sighed turning his gaze to Hunter ear. “I see things when he lets me.”
“Hmmm.” Crosshair squinted. “Clearly all the rhydonium juice in your head hasn’t drained out to even think up your stupid ass plan.”
“Alright Crosshair what’s got you pissed?” Gregor questioned, ready to nip the issue at hand away. “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here but frankly I'm one guy with one set of morals.”
“If you know those CSF officers at the cantinas, you know their acquaintances so you know why.” Crosshair grit his teeth stepping closer into Gregor’s chest, heaving. “And if you think your friends with Hunter you’d know why we don’t do people. So stop acting like you care.”
“You know, there’s friendly caution and then there’s warning caution. I’d hate to hit that second flag right out the gates.” Gregor hoarse voice levelled to unnerving quiet that matched the dark look in his eyes. Physically Gregor looked nothing more than minorly annoyed but the cold drop in his body language was the only warning signs he gave. He stood nose to nose with Crosshair unblinking, and the unsettling sensation of empty ice overcame Crosshair in seconds. Gregor jaw were clenched shut, barely audible to Crosshair own breathing.
“I like to see you try big boy.” Crosshair nearly cooed. “But I don’t play Hunter little, wide eye broad game who gets flustered over nice words."
“Cross enough!” Hunter snatching him back so roughly it broke his chain of thought staring Gregor off. He turned to Hunter ready to snap at him too, hurt piloting his rationale to think clearer. “He’s choosing this guy over us.”
You’d get this defensive over a stranger?” Crosshair demanded of Hunter, yanking his arm away from his grip.
“This stranger is my friend!” Hunter shook his head. “You really think I just shove all that aside for some guy?” and Crosshair breath caved into his shield of thorns.
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” Crosshair said and the angry tuck of brows Hunter gave him tugged Crosshair will to keep going. “We know you tend to stray for extra attention.”
“Crosshair come on man that wasn’t needed.” Wrecker hissed nervously looking between his and Hunter enraged expression. “You really want to take on a commando like this?”
The look of shock Echo gave him made his heart still in place though Crosshair hackles rankled. It wasn’t enough this commando had to step in and mess up everything.
The sharp shrill of a whistle tune so jarring it startled him grabbed everyone’s attention again. He looked to the source of it misty eyed.
“Getting fawned over always gets us commandos in a good mood, we’re obsessed with attention. Though Cross’ika made a point." The sigh emitted from Gregor left his mouth like he never took one. “There’s no placing it, that wasn’t plausible of me. It’s simple enough to grab food but there's questionable guests there.” He laughed that odd tilt again clearing his throat. “Not the weirdos about us casually existing if you get me.”
Crosshair unsuspecting of his apology stared at him with the others surprised for lack of words. “You’re sorry.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” Gregor shrugged smiling again. “Not sure what more to say but I know some of the Mando trainers aren’t ones you want for gossiping lunch pals. Especially with that one trainer, Skirata and his eh, babies I take it?”
“Babies?” Echo cut in their convo. “You saying there’s some trainer who hangs out with babies?”
“No aye woah no.” Gregor threw his head back guffawing, clearing the tension altogether to the other five's surprise. Hunter hurt expression cleared out like it were never there. “There's this one trainer I learned recently came back and he seems worthwhile though his boys?” Gregor smile was straining on itself. “Let's say you need all sensitivity awareness on hand to keep up though not too bad a crowd? It's been some weeks since I've seen them last."
“The way you said it made me concerned there!” Echo said relieved.
“Mandalorian trainer Kal Skirata adoptee children as explained are the Nulls, the first six of twelve prototypes from the Prime template. First generation decants likely to have known Prime like did all one hundred Alpha ARC’s.” Tech spoke up, harpooning information to Echo. “I am uncertain of their whereabouts now but I’m far certain if the Nulls were rampaging havoc then, they’re likely unstoppable.”
“I vaguely recall ghost stories of them.” Echo thoughtfully knit his brows together. “Stories from our trainers of the Nulls vaulting circles around the Kaminesse.”
“Yup, them Skirata loyal boys. His darlings, the apples of his eyes what have it.”
“That doesn’t explain why you got upset with him?” Echo turned to Crosshair scomp resting against his rifle holster.
“You have to be around the man to understand," Crosshair heaved aggrieved. "He’s obvious with his world views.” Crosshair evenly looked Echo in the eyes unmoved. “And help us if don’t fit his standard mold of a solider, injuries and prosthetics included.”
“Really lay in his thoughtful insight on injuries and prosthetics.” Hunter uttered lowly and Wrecker audibly flinched.
“Yeah.” he mumbled swallowing. “His tune changed after this happened.” Waving at his face loosely. “I thought he meant well.”
“All the more reason why you guys should come join me sometime.” Gregor slipped back in the conversation. “Not there I mean, there’s other places trainer free.”
“You’re asking him out or telling us you’re taking us out?” Crosshair asked. “We need direct answers no bullshit. We’re not suckers for a meal.”
“Not even for dessert?”
“Especially for dessert, we need variety.”
“Variety is my playground and I love the title king.”
“Save your breath for your students, Alor’ika.” Crosshair rumbled out. taking out his toothpick to brazenly bold. “We’ll show when we’re ready.”
“I can’t wait.” Gregor barely blinked Hunter way too fast for Crosshair to catch, the man was quick. “He teases me too much.”
“I think that’s more you here.” Hunter said moving a hand to recover his ears again. “You do too much.”
“Me?” Gregor laughed. “Hunter the things you do to me...” He looked at each one of the batchers relatively eased from that cold fury that just latched so easily over him. “Now was that so hard?”
“Very.” Hunter sighed; ears pinkish despite his attempt to remain firm. “Now for the last time we need to go.”
“Another time if your next mission doesn’t lick you too much?” Gregor said.
“Or maybe Maze will need us again, I don’t know.”
“Is that a challenge?"
“Think what you want.” Hunter shrugged making to walk past the man. “I'd just hate for the Captain to be this discouraged. You know where to find us.”
“I really don’t."
“That’s not very Captain talk of you Gregor.” Hunter head tilted seemingly forgetting the batchers behind him. “I thought you like high-speed chases?” At the man’s tense refrainment Hunter made to step beside him, keeping his own arms crossed. Contrasting the man in his grey armor to his dingy white, they looked like nothing alike but similarly identical, save Gregor’s unnerving smile. “Ninety-nine, let’s not bother the captain any more than we have. He's got work to do."
“Playing coy? I’m having words with Cody on your reluctant behavior Sergeant.” Gregor grinned giving his hair another rub through before he sighed something Crosshair could only check off for affection. He looked he wish to say more except he restrained himself. “Be well Hunter.
Nodding back Hunter made past the taller commando to catch everyone’s gaze. "I'll say something to Tau squad if I catch them." When his eyes struck Crosshair, he motioned at him expectantly hesitant. Only a secondary gaze but Crosshair caught the unsaid.
With heavy reluctance he laid down his verbal thorns.
“Everyone, move it.” Hunter tone didn’t hold room to argue.
“Well that happened so Gregor, it’s been a treat meeting Hunter's mystery friend.” Echo sighed lastly, making to reach out for a familiar vambrace hold. “Not bad considering how offish this lot are. Hunt well, hunt fast.”
“You too vod.” Gregor squeezed his vambrace back with a hearty back slap grinning away. “Don’t let them skyrocket your blood pressure.”
“Oh if only.” Echo snorted walking past him with Wrecker and Tech.
“See you around Captain!” Wrecker waved passing him with Tech. “Keep that lunch tab open please.”
“I sure will just for you.” Gregor winked at Wrecker and Wrecker startled out a laugh, nervously scratching his neck suddenly flush to the top of his head. Tech and Crosshair passed him last, the tallest of the two staring him off.
Gregor gave a half glance behind him to track their distance and looking back too Crosshair blank expression with one of his own. He clenched his jaw again and loosen it. “Crosshair, I really like you even when I shouldn’t. Not really but you made your mark. You all did.”
Silently Crosshair reached for another toothpick kept in his utility belt pouch holding off their stare-off. With the sure pinprick of wood between his fingers Crosshair placed it between his teeth easily. He didn’t speak and Gregor unable to not laugh did so at this madness they produced of their own will.
“I’ll be seeing you vod.” Gregor grinned, flexing his fingers loud enough to catch the cracking noise down the hallway. “We need to work on your friendly fire still, some other vod tend to take first impressions a bit harder.
“Don’t count your luck.” Crosshair gave him a ghost of a smile pulling at his pick then walking past the man and again Gregor hoarse snickers bombarded his eardrums.
"Will do." Gregor snarked back and Crosshair this time made sure to listen to the man's foot fall until he couldn't anymore. He still had to handle this thing with Maze, which to him was relatively unfun.