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The journey it took for me to get back here
Crosshair, was back.
Back in his old fitting gear, his painted armour worn back in the day. His trusted fire-puncher riffle by his side. But most importantly, he was back with his family. The Bad Batch. The one place in all the galaxy he now knew he belonged.
It had not been an easy transition, not by far. To become a fully functioning member of the team so much of the procedure having chanced, but also one of the family unit. The larger one they had transformed into containing more of the clones than simply Clone Force 99.
Some of the bad blood between them needing to be settled. First off, despite the control chip excuse, Crosshair had tried to capture the squad and he had been… shooting at them. There was no denying that simple fact. As whatever the intent behind it might have been at that time Crosshair was sure now he had not wanted any of them dead. But it was still a sore spot for at least Hunter. The rest of them kind of forgiving and forgetting the ordeal.
Then there was also the whole rebellion thing going on. Something the clones were heavily involved in. And so with the rest of them was also Clone Force 99. It was because of Rex and Echo the clones were being liberated from the Empire’s yoke. Most of the freed clones placed somewhere the imperial regime could never reach them while a small group of dedicated troopers kept on working on freeing more of their kindred each day.
And so Crosshair having become the enemy of the imperial state was also helping them. Helping, the regs. The word itself having changed its meaning in Crosshair's mind for good. The once slander of a word spat out in anger during the more darker times in the sniper’s past now having morphed into something different, perhaps even having become an endearment of sorts.
Honestly speaking, Crosshair was glad to be a part of the rebellion. Having witnessed but also been a tool of the destruction the Empire was sowing across the galaxy only to have seen the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. Knowing now, the clones were all family. And they all deserved a chance of life. Their own lives, not simply being soldiers for a cause they had no say in. Something also having give to Crosshair himself. And so swearing he was going to do his damnedest to get as many of his kin out from the hellhole known as the Empire before it was too late.
The road taken from there to here might have been long, troublesome and winding on occasion, but Crosshair had finally reached the very end. Crosshair, was home.