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It’s the same leather jacket!
It was a miracle really, finding the jacket.
The very one worn and slightly torn from the past, hidden in the dusty boxes of the cargo hold of the Marauder.
Spring cleaning as they called it. The family finally emptying the ship from their old stuff now that they had a house to live in on Pabu.
Pulling it out, Crosshair felt a pang on his chest as he looked at the piece of clothing. The former sniper tearing up. It was, nostalgic to say the least. All those undercover ops he had worn the jacket…
“What’s that Cross?” Omega sounded curious beside him, having been there to help out.
“I’d forgotten I had this.”
Crosshair sounded wistful. Old memories from the war rushing back to his mind as he sat there on the floor of the familiar ship having, the whole process having started as a simple clean up job only to have stumbled on this… memento.
“It looks so cool.” Omega managed, loving the visual of the jacket Crosshair was holding on to. The two sharing a similar taste in clothing as it had turned out while living on Pabu, a little before maybe.
“Heh, well it was civilian attire I did acquire for a mission true. But it ended up wearing it on more than one occasion. But yeah, like you said it really is, rather cool.”
Crosshair smiled as he felt the material with his fingers, running them gently across the surface loving the feel of the soft material still like he had all those years ago.
“I guess, it became my favourite at some point.”
There was a patch work there on the shoulder of the garment. Something which did not go unnoticed by the Kid either.
“Was that there when you got it?” Omega asked curious.
“No. It was not.”
The mission coming back to Crosshair, the shot he had sustained. Thankfully though, the material somehow saving his life. His lucky charm the jacket had gotten to be for sure.
“This, saved my life.”
Crosshair held up the jacket seeing how Omega was eyeing the jacket. Crosshair though, already having made his mind up.
“Here. It’s yours now. Treat it with respect and it will might just end up saving your life at some point.” Crosshair’s voice was low. Choked. But he wanted Omega to have it, it was his legacy to the Kid.
“For me?”
“Yeah Kid, for you.”
Omega took the offering wide eyed staring at it, holding it every so gently in her hands, staring at it for a long spell. And out of the blue, Omega launched onto Crosshair, hugging him tightly.
“Thanks, Cross.” Her voice coarse, teary as she said it. “This means a lot.”
“No worries Kid. It’s kept in the family as it’s supposed to be.”
Crosshair was smiling, widely so. The former Sniper only too happy to have the precious heirloom passed on, but kept in the family as he said.