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“Should we do something?” Hunter asked. Omega had been chasing Azi for a few minutes now, and the droid was increasingly complaining.
“Nah, it’s not our fault,” Crosshair gave back. They watched Omega hit the poor droid with the plastiod lightsaber Wrecker had gotten her - they hadn’t even known those things existed as toys.
It left Crosshair feeling a bit strange - it was a weapon, not a toy. Then again, Wrecker had also gotten Omega a toy blaster that shot plastiod darts. For what, no one knew - they had real blasters after all - but he assumed Omega had done her puppy eyes again, and no one was immune to those.
“I’m feeling bad for him.”
“Eh, it’s a droid.”
Hunter chuckled. “He still doesn’t deserve this.” Crosshair shrugged and kept watching Omega with a smile. He didn’t know where she took the energy from, she had been playing with that thing all day.
Apparently she was growing bored of chasing Azi, because she skipped over, coming to a stop in front of Crosshair. Then she handed him the toy blaster.
“Can you shoot at me, so I can deflect them?”
Oh no.
He was comfortable on his spot on the ground, in a nice sunny spot, legs thrown over Hunter’s, and he hadn’t planned on getting up any time soon. Omega saw him hesitate and immediately start to pout.
“I’m bored playing alone.”
“You got Azi.”
“He can’t shoot at me.”
“I don’t want to shoot at you.” And it was true, even if it was a toy blaster. It felt wrong.
Omega huffed. Recently, she had been doing that more, and Crosshair unfortunately suspected that she was copying him. Hunter too, by the looks he was giving him any time it happened. But it wasn’t his fault! He had never wanted to be a role model!
Omega wiggled the toy blaster a little, to get his attention again.
“Please?” Her lower lip wobbled.
“Fine,” Crosshair groaned, noticing how she immediately brightened up. She was kriffing spoiled.
“Yay!”
Omega bounded over to a rock a few meters away and climbed on it. She raised the plastic lightsaber and nodded. Crosshair sighed and raised the blaster.
The first dart went anywhere but the direction he had shot in and he glared at the stupid toy. It wasn’t even accurate, how were kids supposed to learn how to aim?
He did get the hang on it after a few minutes, but there were several stray darts because, well, it was a toy.
“We really need to get Tech to fix the aim on that thing,” he complained when he had to retrieve one dart from the top of the Marauder.
“Please don’t, you.” Hunter had laid back in the grass, eyes closed. “You’re already annoying enough.”
Crosshair grinned and took aim, enjoying the scowl on Hunter’s face when a dart hit him straight in the chest.
Omega only giggled and yelped when Crosshair shot at her again, but deflected it.She had successfully deflected every dart that had managed to go in her direction, and cheered every time she did.
“I bet I’d make a great jedi!” she laughed, twirling the toy.
Something passed Hunter’s face Crosshair couldn’t place, but he could take a guess. And if he guessed right, it was the same feeling that just hit him. While the jedi had been war heroes, their end was less glorious. And he was aware of the very real risk of someone actually believing her, and getting her in danger. All they wanted to do was to protect her.
“You are perfect as you are, kid,” he tried to distract her from that thought. “You don’t need that magical bullshit.”
Her eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, and Crosshair suddenly found himself being hugged. He hugged back easily by now, totally ignoring the fond look that passed Hunter’s face every time he did.
“Does that mean I can skip lessons today?” she asked.
“Absolutely not,” the three of them said and Crosshair wondered where Tech had materialised from so suddenly.