Fault

Fault

Yoooooo it’s here!!!! Enjoy this chip fic between Crosshair and Omega (who are going to need some uncle niece interactions, Dave.) No TWs really, besides mention of blood and a significant cut? Enjoy 💕 (also, I made up all of the CT numbers besides Crosshair’s. If we get any canon confirmed, I’ll edit it.)

CT-9904 opened his eyes, the back of his head throbbing. He glanced around.

It was a fairly small room, with a bunk and a chair. He had one restraint on his middle, holding him to another chair in the center of the room. Pathetic. He could break that in a split second.

His attention was drawn to muffled shouting coming from across the ship. His brain automatically identified the voices.

“We have to help him!” CT-9902. Nickname: Wrecker. Traitor of the Empire.

“We know, Wrecker,” CT-1409. Nickname: Echo. Traitor of the Empire.

“We don’t have the supplies necessary for the surgery just yet. We’ll have to make a supply run,” CT-9903. Nickname: Tech. Traitor of the Empire.

“Then we make a stop at the nearest planet. We’ll have to keep Omega on the ship with one of us since that bounty hunter’s after her,” CT-9901. Nickname: Hunter. Traitor of the Empire.

Omega was a name he was not familiar with. At least, he didn’t think he was. There was something in the back of his mind that was pressing forward with each voice, but he passed it off as residual pain from being knocked out. After all,

What else could it be?

Small footsteps caught his attention. They were too light to be any of the traitors. Perhaps an animal?

The door opened with a hiss, and CT-9904 startled when he was greeted with a child.

She glanced both ways before stepping inside, carrying a glass of water. “Hello,” she said, giving him a small wave.

“What do you want?” he hissed, trying to intimidate her. She shrugged.

“Just came to check up on you. I brought you some water if you want it.”

He glared. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”

“If we were trying to kill you, we would have done so on the battlefield.”

We…

“You’re one of the traitors.”

Her eyes widened a millimeter before she shrugged again. “I guess. My name’s Omega, although you already know that.”

He did know that.

Why?

“Once I get out of here, I’m reporting you all to the Empire. They won’t be merciful.”

“No, you won’t,” she said simply, setting the glass down beside her and sitting on the bed. “We’ll get the chip out, I promise. None of this is your fault.”

He scoffed. “You act like I don’t have a choice.”

“Do you?”

He faltered. Did he?

He ignored her question. “Y-You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, and I know you know that. It’s not your fault.”

His headache grew stronger. What was going on? “Shut… up.”

Her eyes seemed to stare straight through his soul. He didn’t like it. “None of us blame you for this, Crosshair. Not Hunter, not Wrecker, not Tech, not Echo. None.”

Something snapped. Something changed. He didn’t know what, but suddenly the child sitting in front of him wasn’t an enemy, and the men in the other room weren’t traitors. But- but they wer-are! They are traitors of the Empire!

Since when did he care about the Empire?

Since the Jedi attempted the Emporer’s life. They disobeyed orders.

But… since when was that an issue?

He shook his head madly to try and get rid of the swarming thoughts. “What are you doing?” he snapped, breaking the restraint on his middle. The girl didn’t flinch.

“I’m helping you. The Empire can’t hurt you anymore.”

The Empire…

“They can,” he breathed, and he couldn’t believe the words came out of his mouth. Those were the words of treasonists. Traitors. He wasn’t.

Was he?

“They won’t,” she said firmly, and he was almost inclined to believe her. The thought immediately repulsed him. The Empire never hurt him. This… this child was planting treasonous thoughts in his head. Was she a Jedi? Was he being mind tricked? Was that why a bounty hunter is after her?

“You’re a Jedi,” he hissed, venom in his voice as he stood up from the chair. Her eyes widened.

“What- Crosshair no! I’m- I’m not planting the thoughts in your head! That’s you!”

“Liar,” he snapped. A tear rolled down his cheek. Why was he crying? His eyes landed on a knife that was resting on a counter next to his rifle and gear. She backed up into the wall.

“Crosshair, you know I’m not a Jedi. Please!” she yelled, her eyes glassy.

The pounding in his head distracted him from the voices silencing in the other room.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed the knife, slashing it across where her neck was.

She twisted her head to the side. The knife caught on the base of her neck, dragging to the side, then up underneath her chin and up to the corner of her lip.

She screamed.

CT-9904 paused, the knife resting inches away from her face. What had he done? The girl looked up at him, her brown eyes wide with terror. Blood flowed steadily from the gash. Too much blood.

“Cross… pl-please.”

“Omega!!”

He shot his head up, but couldn’t get his body to move. The sound of pounding footsteps rang throughout the hallway.

The door opened and Hu-CT-9901 ran in, blaster drawn. “Step. Away. From the kid.” he growled.

He dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor, and he realized with a start that his hands were shaking.

“I said step away from the kid!” He barked. CT-9903’s head appeared over CT-9901’s shoulder, and his eyes widened when they landed on Ome-the girl.

“Hunter,” he whispered. “I need to get to Omega.”

Hunter glanced over at her, and his gun started to shake. “Cross. Please. Step away.”

CT-9904 obeyed. What other choice did he have? It was that or his life.

He knew that wasn’t the reason.

Tec- CT-9903 rushed in and dropped beside the girl. He put a hand on her cheek, and they exchanged a few words before she turned back to the Sargent.

“Hu-Hunter, please. It… it wasn’t his fault.”

“Omega,” he said, his voice sounding more terrified than angry.

“Please. He- he’s in there. I saw him.”

His gun dropped, and CT-9904 sighed in relief.

“Wrecker!” CT-9901 called. CT-9902 came in.

“Where’s the kid?”

CT-9901 nodded in her direction, and CT-9902’s skin paled slightly. CT-9903 picked up the girl.

“I’m going to see what I can do for her. Echo has the medkit prepared, yes?”

CT-9901 nodded.

“Then let’s go, Omega.”

CT-9903 promptly left the room. CT-9902 turned to the Sargent. “Echo said we’re about a parsec away from the nearest planet.”

“Good,” he sighed.

CT-9902 shifted his weight. “Echo… uh, gave me a sedative. For Cross.”

CT-9901 nodded in understanding, taking the hypo from his grasp. He turned to CT-9904.

“Are you going to fight me on this?”

His legs were shaking something fierce, but he stood his ground. He would fight till his dying breath for the Empire. That’s what he was made for. That was his purpose. He- he…

“No,” he said, and he scowled at how meek he sounded.

The Sargent’s eyes seemed to soften, and he approached him carefully before sticking the hypo in his neck. CT-9904 dropped onto the bed. He was vaguely aware of the blood staining the spot next to him before his vision went dark.

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Years went by.

The cut healed into a thin, white scar, curving from the middle base of her neck to the right side, going up the middle right of her jaw, and just barely past the corner of her lip. Whenever she was asked about it, she would always say she got it from a ship crash.

Crosshair would always flinch.

If anyone ever gave him a funny look, he would say that he was the one piloting the ship. The others would always be quick to butt in and say the ship had been sabotaged, and there was no way for him to avoid the crash.

Crosshair couldn’t look at Omega for a long time, and the thin, white line haunted him for the rest of his life.

@in-the-crosshairs