[???? ???] It's been about a year since the destruction of Tipoca City and a lot has change with Mari Andino and the rest of Clone Force 99.
As the squad continues to adapt and navigate throughout the galaxy, what fate of the remaining clones...
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32 days.
32 days it took for the Empire to find him on Kamino.
Crosshair can still feel it in his bones like it was yesterday. The waves crashing, thunder booming and lightning dancing across the sky.
No rest for the weary, they say.
The day his brothers, a reminder of the family he once had, departed from Kamino, Crosshair was unaware of how long he would be left stranded on that platform.
After the fall of Tipoca City, he assumed the Empire would come for him in a few hours.
Unfortunately, that was never the case.
During that time on the platform, Crosshair had resort to extreme measures in order to survive.
Using the blacks he wore and some pieces of metal from his armor, Crosshair created a makeshift fishing rod in order to collect some fish swimming down below the sea.
Not to mentioned using his boots as buckets of rainwater whenever a storm decided to show up as it please to.
If eating raw fish was bad enough, then getting any amount of sleep would be even worse.
Crosshair found himself shivering in a fetal position. His teeth were clenched with water soaking his entire slim and malnourished figure as he brought his knees close to his chest.
He hated this. By Maker did he hate how much he had to go through with this. Yet, it was ironic because he brought this upon himself.
With another sound of thunder booming, it seemed as if the storm was taunting him over his bad luck of irony. And to make matters worse, it was starting to rain hail.
Crosshair had to use whatever was left of his armor to shield his body from the tiny yet icy raindrops that pebbled his skin.
Sometimes, the hail would be harsh and brutal that Crosshair would wake up the next morning to have average size bruises littered all over his body.
Not to mention the sound of thunder crashing within the clouds was deafening enough to keep him constantly awake throughout the night, if, at all, the sun ever rose up.
With raindrops mixed with hail once again deflecting off what was left of his pathetic and bruised body, Crosshair attempted to close his eyes as he tried to sleep it off.
But getting any sleep was near to impossible with everything that was going on around him.
The only thing he had to accompany him, were his own thoughts. Repeating the words he's been saying to himself during the weeks of hell he had to endure.
"You're a soldier of the Empire. Good soldiers follow orders. They will come. Be patient and wait. Just keep waiting."
Crosshair would say this over and over, his stubbornness unrelenting as he could feel his vision began to blur.
