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Summary: Crosshair meets a Jedi that catches his eye. Too bad he fucked up his first impression. Was it his poor attempts to show off? Was it her self righteous attitude? Or is all this just because he thinks she's pretty? Whatever it was, things started off on the wrong foot and now he's trying to fix it.

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Things get a little steamy by the end of the chapter. Canon level violence and Crosshair being mean to a girl he likes.

Wc: 3.2k!!

(A/N): This is a Crosshair x Oc fic! My first time writing for him so I'm a little nervous but I'm really loving how this turned out! This is a little bit enemies to lovers but 🤫

Dasibri Taraay was a Jedi Knight of great renown. She'd been stationed across the Galaxy all throughout the clone wars. It was a never ending battle. She'd frequent many planets, offering aid whenever it was called of her without any hesitation. Granted she would of preferred to be back at the temple, not living in a slate of constant war zones like she was now.

She found herself in a small barren room, fit to be her bedroom for the duration of her stay on Dantooine. Being the only female around on base didn't bother her much, up until it came time to call it a night. Nothing sounded worse than spending the night in the barracks with the clone troopers.

While yes, she was very fond of them. And yes, she was quite friendly with some of them, it didn't mean that she was content with staying with them. Just as Master Windu had his own room, so did she.

Dasibri didn't care for spacious rooms and lush decorations. The room was bare, containing nothing but a small dresser and a bed. It was more than she would of even asked for. She'd of been more than content with a cot in the hallway. But this would do nicely. There was a single window that had shown with the moonlight.

Her stay on Dantooine wasn't over yet, that much she knew. As a matter of fact, Dasibri was certain she'd be staying quite a while longer. After the long day she'd had she thought it best to meditate before bed. To ready herself for rest and whatnot.

She was hovering only a mere few inches off the ground, deep in her own personal thoughts. She was trying to expel the emotions of the day, rid of the ones she wasn't proud of: Except that was when a loud knock sounded at her door. Despite the late hour, they knocked with a harrowing insistence. With a roll of her eyes, her feet hit the ground and she dropped from her meditation space. Dasibri went to answer the door. Before she even made it halfway across the room, she used the force to unlock it and send the door open.

She almost wished she hadn't.

Standing in her doorway was a clone, atleast she thought. He looked different from the others. His hair was cut short silver, and his facial markings weren't any she'd ever seen before. Dare she say it. He was quite handsome. Then she gazed down and saw the helmet he was holding in his hands.

Oh.

It was Crosshair. That very same clone from earlier that day. The longer she looked the more sense it made. The marking on his helmet matched his tattoo. Not to mention the look on his face seemed to make a lot more sense. This was the one who was starting to make a home under her skin. He made her crawl with agitation. And he was getting very good at it.

"Crosshair." The Jedi stated. She took a deep breath, she approached the door and looked up to him. "Who do I have to thank for sending you here?" She said, sarcasm nipping in her tone. Granted, it was a lot harder now that she could see his face, see his eyes staring into hers.

The clone spoke up, his stance rigid and he hid his nerves well. "I thought it would be best to check up on you after rounds. Make sure I didn't rough you up too much" He said to her. He looked down at her, eyes raking over her body. She looked different than she had hours ago, her hair was down and still slightly damp, she wore different robes, and her face was clean and free of any dirt or soot. And she certainly didn't seem as uptight as she did before. "I wanted to see how you were holding up.. after earlier." He confessed.

Dasibri was quickly reminded of the mornings and the rest of the days happenings on the field. A shower had certainly helped to ease the ache in her body but remembering the event caused a phantom pain.

-Earlier that morning-

Debris and dirt filled the air as explosions sparked across the battlefield. Dasibri raised her arm to cover her eyes, she tried not to breathe it all in. Things weren't looking too good, which made sense, it was exactly why they called in reinforcements. Except, they hadn't only just called her in.

Dasibri had surely never heard of the clones that she was meant to accompany before. She hadn't know a think about them up until her debrief when she was already on world and they were standing in the room with her. The experimental Clone Unit 99 had left her feeling uneasy. Dasibri liked things concise and particular. A troop such as this did little to comfort her. Introductions had been brief, there was barely even a plan by the end of it. She stared over the battlefield. Watching as droids and troopers went against each other, a voice came up behind her, loudly in fact.

Arc Trooper Echo, a solider she'd met and fought alongside many moons ago, yelled across the field. Commanding the attention of everyone in earshot and on his communications to boot. "Couple of rogue Clankers! Incoming!" Echo called in warning. He certainly didn't go unheard. In fact, everyone acted accordingly.

Quickly, almost simultaneously as Dasibri ignited her saber, Wrecker drew his machete, Hunter his gun, and Crosshair lifted his rifle. Everyone took their stances, ready for the war that lied ahead of them. The group stood in a tight formation, each within an arms reach of eachother.

Dasibri eyed the situation with precision, focusing on the incoming droids. Up until a cool low baritone reverberated in her ear.

"Relax. I'll handle this." Crosshair called out. He effortlessly raised up his rifle and with a heavy thud, he unceremoniously dropped it onto the Jedis shoulder. Groaning at the initial impact and weight that was dropped onto her shoulder, she shifted. It weighed her down, pulled her shoulder lower. Before she could fully complain Crosshair began to shush her. "Quiet. Hold still" he grumbled. He looked down the scope and rather gingerly fired several shots.

Each one making contact and destroying every droid he had shot at with a perfect accuracy.

Dasibri almost immediately shoved the rifle off her shoulder. He removed his finger from over the trigger just in time. She let gravity take it. "You got quite an eye there" the Jedi said watching as Crosshair quickly lunged to grab his weapon. His hands wrapped around the scope of the gun, holding it tightly. He turned to stare at her, aggravated with her already. She certainly didn't sound impressed. The recoil had felt unbearable. It had wracked through her entire body.

Crosshair looked her up and down. As if he hadn't cared to finally notice her till now. As if he didn't just use her as his own personal rifle rest. An arrogant chuckle left him. " of course I do." He sneered. He watched her through the slit in his visor and looked over her face. Her grey eyes studied him. The way they narrowed at him almost felt like a challenge. One he would certainly try and live up to.

She rolled her shoulder and winced. An ache traveled down her back. "Do something like that again and I'm gonna start forgetting whose side you're on." She threatened. She grimaced as she moved her arm and held her lightsaber tightly. Her gaze shifted to stare intently at his helmet, the markings, the scratches, she took a particular interest in staring into the visor.

Crosshair leaned onto his rifle. Letting it support nearly his entire body weight as he leaned forward, hovering over the Jedi to shoot her a response. He knew that she couldn't see through his visor and see his eyes, but it was like she saw right through him anyway. Through his very psyche. His voice projected from his helmet. "Noted." He finally said.

Dasibri took a single deep breath before she walked away from him. From them all. As a Jedi Knight of her skill, she prided herself on her ability to keep her own peace. She carried grace and serenity in her very step. And for some reason, since the moment she laid eyes on this clone, she was agitated. Before she even had a reason too, she didn't like him. And he certainly wasn't helping his case.

This team of clones was unbearable. To her at least. They were arrogant. Who cares if they had a one hundred percent success rate? So did she. In all of her years in the order, Dasibri had never not delivered. These clones thought that they could do whatever they wanted.

Not on her watch.

Dasibri was well aware that her head should of been in the field. She should of been planning her strategies. And yet instead she was fuming over this sharpshooting clone and his team of equally weird defects. They were enhanced, and they were cocky. It was a combination she didn't like.

She looked to the other side of the battle field. Her own troopers were on their way to a certain victory. But she could see the cracks in their formations, in the back of her mind she could see exactly how they could lose. She rushed to their aid, desperate to assist and guide them to get another win. As her saber extended from the hilt she ran into the battle.

It had been a near full day that the battle raged on. Hours upon hours of mindless fighting. The sun had set long ago and and it was almost impossible to see any of the enemy droids coming.

The shine of a green lightsaber illuminated the area around the Jedi. She kept herself centered, even as her muscles ached and her body drained, she kept going. She couldn't see any droids around her, she held her blade out ahead of her. Dasibri moved in circles. She couldn't see them, but maker could she feel them. She could sense them, hear the ticking of their insides and the metal that made them. Rather tired and wanting this to end, she reached out with the force.

The four droids rose into the air, hovering feet off the ground and came raising straight towards her. As she raised her saber to strike, each droid had been blown back a few feet, all before her lightsaber even touched them. She stared dumbfounded.

Before she should think, before she could even blink, blaster fire whizzed past her face. Effectively hitting one of droids heads and sending it directly into another. It was a near instant display, the shot made contact, it flung the debris into another droid, and they both combusted. Dasibri heaved out a breath as the fire was all that was left to illuminate the field.

She looked back to where the blaster shots had come from. High atop his perch, laid Crosshair. His rifle in hand as he looked through his scope, looking for any more droids below him. He couldn't see anything.

It was finally over.

But that felt like it was so long ago. It had only been a mere few hours since the battle finally came to an end. Now, Crosshair stood in the doorway of her makeshift bedroom, staring her down. He had walked into the room, completely unwelcome. He stood silently. Not sure what else to really say. He just stared, watching the water droplets fall from the girls dark hair.

He fished a toothpick out from his case on his belt. His words came out soft, much softer than he intended. "You put on a good show out there. Pretty good, for a Knight" He hummed. He watched the way her eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you alright? Seems you took a lot of damage today" he asked her, closing the door behind him.

Dasibri looked at the now closed door, making a mental note of it. She looked up at him her eyes looking over his face, still getting used to seeing him without the helmet. "I'm alright. A little sore. But nothing a good nights rest won't fix." She said with a solid nod. She kept her eyes fixed on him, still looking over his tattoo, his eyes, and how he kept that toothpick in between his almost snarled lips.

Crosshair inhaled deeply as he stood in the room. It was rather stuffy and the air was saturated with the smell of a Jedi's incense. He could just see the end of it burning out along the windowsill. "That's good. Don't think I'd ever hear the end of it otherwise." He grumbled. His eyes cast down and immediately took notice of the small smile that pulled on the girls face.

He found himself rather sheepish after that. Not that she'd ever know. His stare remained the same.

Dasibri looked around the room and took a long awkward breath. "So... are you and your friends sneaking out or turning it in for the night?" She asked arching a brow. Antics like this weren't too common but they did happen. And these clones seemed just the type.

"Is that of any interest to you?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. What would she care if 99 went off world or even a town over. He stepped closer, looking down at her. Her eyes looked different, no longer were they as hard as durasteel, with the perfect color to match . They were softer and yet dare he to say it, tired. The longer he looked the more his mind wandered. He had to keep his sarcastic words and inappropriate responses at bay. But he wouldn't end up keeping them to himself.

She stared up at him, not sure how to respond. The mischievous glint in his eyes, gave off an impression she couldn't quite follow. Dasibri was well aware of what could happen come morning. But the way his jaw set as he bit onto that stupid little twig. She wasn't sure if she was blushing. "If it was?" She finally spoke. She was trying to be as vague as possible for the sake of deniability should this turn out unfavorably.

Maybe he was reading things the wrong way. But Crosshair made up his mind. He tossed the toothpick to the ground with one hand, and with the other pulled the Jedi Knight closer. Crosshair shifted his weight and leaned down. "You know" he shared trying to hide his excitement. "I always wanted to ruin a Jedi" his poker face fell and a smirk was all that was left. Nothing but his arrogance and his want. It might have been the most attractive thing Dasibri had ever seen. He was so forward... and his change of tone shocked her. The way his voice dropped was whole other variable she didn't have the time to even process.

The Jedi looked up at him. She hadn't felt intimidated by a clone like this in a long time. Granted these circumstances were... different. The feeling of his hand against her neck accompanied with the near scowl on his face as he leaned down to look her right in the eyes.

"Ruin? I don't think you'd quite know just what to do with me." Dasibri said slyly. She could see the shift in his eyes, watching his jaw clench. Those eyes, though... Dasibri had met a lot of clones, but none like him. The way he looked at her was strange. His stare was intense, but the longer they seemed to keep the banter going she could see his eyes softening. See his pupils grow wider. The barrier between them was breaking down. Being torn apart with their words and their own bare hands. She could of jumped his bones right then.

He scowled, and a cold chuckle left him. This girl had no idea what she was starting with him. Cross looked down at her, taking a deep breath. Her grey eyes drew him in further. "I'll tell you now.." he started, stepping closer. He was making sure his intentions were crystal clear. "I've never let a poor girl go unsatisfied." He stated simply. "Something tells me girls like you dont get around too much." He told her with a smile. It was downright sinister.

"Something tells me you haven't met a lot of girls like me" she quipped. Dasibri was part of the top bracket of Jedi Knights, there weren't many like her to start with. Most Jedi chose celibacy in fear of creating romantic attachments. However, Dasibri had never had such problems. She didn't suffer from such afflictions. Not yet anyhow. "You sure like to talk though" She laughed pulling from him a bit. She was still trapped in his grip.

That pulled a laugh out of him. Crosshair was many things, talkative wasn't one of them. "I can do other things besides talk" he hummed. His armored and gloved hand reached out and moved her hair behind her shoulder, his eyes narrowed in on the skin of her neck. His gaze traveled further down until her skin was covered by the fabric of her robes. He was still checking her for a bruise. His fingers pulled at the taught fabric, ruining the tight precision of her appearance as he tugged. "No bruise?" He asked her. His eyes slowly raked over the skin.

It all felt so wrong. The action alone had her turning scarlet. Dasibri was practically holding her breath as he started to mess with her robes. All of her tabards and tunics were secured thoroughly, just as they always were. But once he started to mess with that... it felt scandalous. It was like he was defacing her image, her entire religion. She would never admit just how wet it was making her.

"No." Dasibri scoffed as she remembered the incident. She grabbed the collar of her beige tunic and pulled it back to cover her shoulder. But the damage was already done, because as she tugged the robes over her shoulder, the displaced fabric left a generous gap over her chest.

Crosshair let out a low whistle as he looked down. "Do you want me to keep doing the dance?" He asked leaning down close. Eye to eye. He could see the girl study the marking around his eye. "Or can't I just get you out of these now?" He asked reaching towards her utility belt. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed the center button and opened it.

Releasing a breath it felt like she held for an eternity. Dasibri leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers. Cross almost stumbled, not shocked but taken aback by the force of it. All bets were off once their lips connected. Almost immediately his hands made it to her waist, unwrapping her obi that was snuggly wrapped around her stomach. After that, the rest of her robes fell with general ease. All that was left was the loose binding around her chest.

His eyes trailed to her shoulder again, silently checking once again for a mark. It was a quick moment. Less than a few seconds later he began to take off his armor. His helmet had been long abandoned after he entered the room. Each heavy piece of wear was discarded and thrown carelessly to the floor. Down to his under armor, Cross pulled away from the Jedi to pull his shirt over his head.

It was her turn to gawk and stare.

"Enjoying the show?" Cross drawled out as he dropped the black fabric to the floor. Not that he required a confidence boost, but watching and being able to see her stare at him was quite nice. That same smirk from earlier returned to his face as he grabbed ahold of her cheek and pulled her in closer for yet another hungry kiss.

Ahhhh this is the first Bad Batch thing I've actually posted! Hope you guys like! There might be a part two coming soon if I have some spare time! Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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I just realized I never posted my 3x03 blurb? Aka this was the reunion missing at the beginning of the season! Crosshair and Dasibri finally reunite!

Hunter felt his eyes water. His face tightened and a heavy sorrow had lifted from his chest and his shoulders. His arms wrapped around the young girl tightly. Not once in his life had he ever felt so relieved.

"How did you escape?" Hunter asked her. Pulling back from their hug. An expectant smile covered his lips and he held on to her shoulders, scared to ever let her go like that again.

Omega stared up at him. More than overjoyed to be reunited with her brothers again. "I had help." The girl had said. She turned around and her gaze followed to look to the Imperial shuttle she had stolen and piloted all the way here.

Distant footsteps echoed as they made it down the boarding stairs. The outline of a tall lithe man was illuminated eerily. It was as if time itself slowed as he came into view. As he swallowed his anxieties and clung to his pride, Crosshair exited the shuttle. He had made choices. Plenty of them. A lot of them he had regretted. With his head held high he made it down the stairs, out of the dark and into the light.

Wrecker and Hunter both raised themselves from their kneeling positions after their own personal reunions with Omega. Dasibri had stood on the stairs of the Marauder, watching from a distance and awaiting her turn.

Dasibri's foot hit the ground of the barren moon. Her eyes moved from looking to the blonde girl standing right before Hunter, to the silhouette she would recognize anywhere. He still seemed so far away. The Jedi took a centering breath, calming the nauseating nerve in her stomach. She looked at the outline quizzically. She stepped off the ramp and slowly walked closer. For every step she took, Crosshair took two.

After a few more steps she could actually see his face. Her heart sank. His eyes looked more sunken, as did his entire face. She wondered if they even fed him at all in that prison. Her husband had always been a very lean and agile man. But looking at him now, he looked malnourished and thin. It broke her heart. Despite how angry she had been for all these months, she walked towards him.

Crosshair met her in the middle. He stood impossibly close. After being a galaxy away, this almost seemed impossible. He found that the best place to start was to finally dismantle the distance that had kept them apart. Whether it was her own code, his own choices, the distance between them, or the Empire, Crosshair finally breached the threshold that had separated them. His eyes had been opened and he hoped the offer they all had extended to him hadn't yet expired. As still and rigid as he seemed. As confident and stoic as he looked. His heart was beating louder than a war drum.

He wondered if she was going to smack him and curse him to Kamino and back. That she would tell him to go back to that platform she had left him on and to go drown in the oceans of his home world.

The years had changed her. The Clone Wars had exposed her to the horrors of war and her place in all of it. The Outer Rim Sieges had cemented the eternal crease in her brow and hardened her. The Great Jedi Purge cursed her with long lasting guilt and a feeling she could never fully trust another living person ever again. The blaster shot she had sustained left her with a small but albeit permanent limp. The horrors that scared her, had not scarred her. At the end of the day, she would always be Dasibri Taraay, the most self-righteous and noble woman Crosshair had ever met.

For all he feared her to say, after all this time, Dasibri stepped close, looking up at the husk of a man her husband had become. Her hand reached out, fingertips tracing over the side of his hand. Her voice came out quiet and soft. As gentle as an Oktaran breeze. "You helped?" She asked him.

Crosshair shifted even closer. He swore he could see the faintest echo of a smile pull at the corner of her lips. Something he hadn't seen her do in his presence for a very long time. "Course I did." His hands moved boldly. Taking the leap of faith and bracing for the worst. He grabbed her, pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. The first embrace they'd shared in over a year. Despite his grip on her waist and his arms tightly wrapped around her, he didn't look in her eyes. Almost embarrassed to admit that he'd finally gone soft. He felt timid hands slowly creep up to wrap behind his neck and pull him down into a hug.

Dasibri's grey eyes slowly started to fill with tears. She grasped tightly behind his neck, holding onto the collar of his shirt. "I knew you were still in there somewhere." She had whispered.

The ache in him compelled him to cry. He cocked his head to the side dismissively, trying to play it cool, like he always did. If he didn't laugh, he would cry. "Why would you ever think that?" He asked her, a small smile tugging at his lip. Crosshair let himself melt into his wife's arms.

Despite the difference in their height, he slumped down to reach her, giving into the comfort she offered. One of his hands, while shaking, cupped her cheek. His eyes met hers as he brought his face down just inches from hers. His brown eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips. Never in his life had he been scared to kiss her. Since the first kiss they shared, he had never thought twice about it. That was the crazy part. Because in that second, he was downright terrified.

So, he let her make the call.

Dasibri looked across his face, into his eyes, and into his soul. She didn't need to feel him in the force to make up her mind. Feeling him in her arms convinced her of enough. Her own hand came to run over the stubble on his chin and the side of his jaw. Slowly, whilst staring up into his eyes, she closed the gap even further.

Her eyes closed and she kissed him.

Crosshair felt the weight of an entire star system lift from his shoulders. He held her in his arms and let himself relax for the first time in months.

Omega had now stepped away from the hug shared between her and Hunter. A look of mild disgust plastered across her young face. She inched back towards the ramp to the Marauder. The girl looked up and over between Wrecker and Hunter. She grimaced as she looked back at Dasibri and Crosshair. "Are they.. usually like this?" Omega whispered quietly.

Wrecker only laughed. "You have no idea" he mumbled while placing a hand on the girls shoulder.

"Gross." Omega mumbled.

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Happy Bad Batch Day! This idea came in hot and it hasn't left me at all. I had to post a day late but shhh

This is just a Dasibri and Ventress lore drop lolz

Warnings: mentions of character death, lightsaber duel, impalement w a lightsaber, blasters and general angst?

The force occupied the space of Dasibris mind frequently. It would hum in her ears and trail in an out. It was comforting, steady, and reliable. But right here, and right now, as she stood on the other end of the island, it sang. With volume and decibel loud enough to make her ears ring and her head pound.

She had been enjoying the afternoon to herself. She'd taken a nice stroll around the fog covered island and taken a trip to the market. Within seconds the locally grown produce had become the least of her worries. Everything had been perfectly normal as she stood on the permacrete stone. And then the humming started. She had found that on Pabu there was never much need for concern. The nudging warnings from the force were usually for children running by or falling baskets. But this... this was something else. The usual humming turned sour, filling her ears with a noise so intense, it ached. All of her senses were on high alert. Her head felt just as foggy and dense as the island she stood on.

The force lacked its usual familiar gentle nudge it usually gave to guide her. Instead it felt as though it was pulling her, ripping her away and begging her to return back home. And what kind of Jedi would she be if she refused the force?

She bolted. The last time she felt an urgency like this... well she tried not to think about it. With her basket in hand, she ran through the streets. Robes and cloak flowing behind her as she called upon the force to aid her in speed and strength. What was going on? What could it possibly be?

Dasibri dodged people, carts, and children all during her mad dash back home. As she thought about what it could be, she didn't like where her head went. 'It's the Empire. They're here. Kriff, what if something happened to Crosshair? I cant lose him again. I cant. No wait! What if something happened to Omega? What if she got hurt? What if Omega is like seriously hurt? Can I save her? What if I cant stop it? I can stop it. Of course I can stop it. I have to." In her own self induced panic she found herself picking up speed until finally she let the force pull her to the entrance of the cavern by the shore.

Dasibri felt danger in the air, she felt it and then she could hear it. The sound of scuffling, of grunting, blasterfire, and then finally the constant and steady hum of a lightsaber.

Finally, inside the cave and seeing with her own eyes, Dasibri nearly doubled over from the sight. Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter wee huddled up and shooting at a woman with a yellow lightsaber. The air smelt of electricity. Her eyes narrowed in on that woman. Dasibri would know her anywhere. She would be able to know her while blind.

Asajj Ventress.

Without thinking, without any care or concern, disregarding the guilt and second guessing that had plagued her so long ago, Dasibri drew her saber from her belt. She hadn't even reached for it. Before she could even think it, her blade snapped into her hand. Bright emerald green light emanating from the blade and illuminated her face. She had reached out and she had already known it in her bones that this was not an illusion or trick and was just as real as the metal in her hand.

The two girls had crossed paths plenty during the war. Enough for a very personal distain to grow between the two. They had crossed paths again, even after Asajj had apparently "renounced the Sith". Something Dasibri didn't believe a word of. People could change but not like that.

It was a long time ago and by now it had felt like ages. It was Dasibri's most disgraceful act.

Within no time at all, their history of violence and detestation of eachother rose quickly. They had crossed blades once again and fought like they had so many times before, only this time, it was different. It had only ended once one of them was dead. Dasibri had lost herself in Vaapad.

She had let herself become an open channel to the force. It is truth to say that she had been enjoying this fight far too much. More than any Jedi should. She'd been so immersed in Vaapad, too eager to end this fight once and for all, that she didn't stop. She didn't allow herself to. There was a split moment in the force where she knew she could end the fight without bloodshed. But she didn't listen. The fight would only stop once her opponent was dead.

And that was exactly how Dasibri had left her. Dead.

She knew it wasn't right, she knew she shouldn't have wanted it. But as soon as she saw her lightsaber beaming through the stomach and protruding out the back of Asajj, she knew she had won. It scared her more than anything. It had felt like a victory, it almost felt good. It felt like that for a minute but after... that was a different story.

The murder had eaten her alive. She had sulked and contemplated it for months after it had happened. Was it a misstep or had it been fully intentional? Could it of been an influence from the dark side that she'd exposed herself to? Even she didn't know the truth. But Dasibri knew herself well enough to guess the answer. She had let it happen. It was wrong and she shouldn't have done it. She should of found a way to make peace, or even taken her in alive, but she didn't. Channeling the force in all of its whole left room for the darkness as well as the light. Back then she had still had her Master at her side. Mace Windu had dutifully helped her through it to the best of his ability. He had made sure that she used Vaapad instead of it using her. After the murder of Asajj Ventress Dasibri had become a husk.

But standing in this cave, watching Ventress go against her husband and his brothers, she simply didn't care. Watching Crosshair brace himself for impact as Ventress threw him to the ground, she disregarded it all. The Nightsister had kicked Hunter down and left him on the ground. Her saber drawn and ready. Dasibri took a deep breath and put aside all of that guilt and pain. She tuned out the memories of the path she had walked and of the nightmares that followed. Nights of anxiety induced nausea. Regret so deep that no amount of meditation could rid. Dasibri had been put through hell and yet without a second thought, she leapt right back into the fight to do it all over again. The same fight that had followed her throughout the war. The fight she tried for too long to forget.

But it didn't matter. It was the fight that she had never left.

She would go through it all again to protect them. To protect anyone. She would put her fragile heart between any evil and anyone it ever dared try to touch. Asajj Ventress was back from the dead and it seemed Dasibris methods would have to rise back up to the challenge.

Ventress' voice snaked its way into the ears of everyone present. "Dasibri Taraay. I should of known you'd be here" she spat. She didn't bother to fix her hair, it fell slightly before her eyes as she tried to stare down the Jedi a few feet from her. Her armored hand and arm dropped, subsequently dropping Wrecker who she had been suspending in a force grip. "Now contrary to what you might think, I wasn't the one who escalated this."

The woman's words left a trail up Dasibris spine. Her feet moved against stone and within the blink of an eye, Dasibri was full force swinging her blade. Every strike had the potential for a deadly final blow. Gone were the days of exquisite displays and grandiose technique.

"I thought you died a long time ago." Dasibri muttered out. Her green blade held off the yellow one that was being thrown her way. "Then again... I'm not surprised you found a way to kark that up too" she grumbled.

"Dasibri..." Ventress said as if scolding her. The yellow blade slid off from the deflection. "How unbecoming of you." She said smoothly as the other woman swung at her. Ventless held her own saber and used it to hold off the attack. "It seems you really missed me." She chuckled.

The Jedi wasn't sure what to say in response. Something witty, something threatening. But all she could think about was her inner calling to vanquish the threat that lied in front of her.

Ventress pushed back her blade and let Dasibri take a few staggering steps back. The Jedi tried to keep her feet planted into the ground, she used it to hold herself and push herself forward. However the 'bounty hunter' called upon the force and leapt into the air, shooting herself backwards a few yards and taking stance. Ventress twirled her blade and looked across the cave to the Jedi.

The dance was on and the fight continued.

The Nightsister held her ready stance as she spoke. "I find it intriguing they called me for help." She chuckled and looked down through her lashes. "Couldn't figure it out then hmm?" Ventress said circling the Jedi. The two women circled eachother slowly, waiting for the other to strike. And for a moment, neither of them did.

"What are you doing here?" Dasibri asked her and looked down the length of her green blade.

Ventress cocked her head upwards, a smirk plastered over her dark lips. She looked smug as ever, happy to have a victory over the other girl. "Fennec reached out. It appeared you and your battalion of clones here had some questions." She said as she got closer. The circle was growing smaller, they were getting closer now. "I find it hard to believe that you had no idea about the kid." She continued. "Losing your touch, huh? Or was this a trap all along? Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She asked looking between the Jedi and the three soldiers that stood on the sidelines watching.

"I'm not an idiot." Dasibri answered. "Of course I knew." She grumbled and finally made the move to strike. Ventress immediately moved to deflect it. They continued on like that for what felt like a lifetime. Their altercation illuminated the cavern with sparks of lights. "I thought I'd finally gotten some peace and quiet from you." Dasibri said again after a moment. "How are you... how are you even here?" She had asked as Ventress held her blade tightly.

The Nightsisters blade was held against the Jedis, they intersected right before their faces. Ventress spoke happily. "You may have ended one life... but I have enough left to finally finish you off." Her threat almost sounded like a promise.

Dasibri looked at her. "Maybe... but you're going to need them all for that." She had said warningly. This fight would last until they tired themselves out and began to slip up. That was how it would always go. Until their were called off, maimed, or killed.

Ventress knew she could redeem herself in this moment. She could end the life that had taken hers. Finally, another point on the board. But even now she didn't agree with that sentiment. Maybe this didn't have to end this way. It was odd for her to have such revelations in the middle of a battle. She wasn't exactly the forgiving type. Especially under the circumstances when staring at the woman who kriffing killed her.

As Dasibri sank further into Vaapad, losing herself inside the fight in more ways than one, her blade moved wickedly fast. Ventress had remembered just how fast once she had to counter each and every strike. She couldn't even see which direction the Jedi's saber was coming from, it felt like it was coming from everywhere all at once. She found herself relying on feeling where it was, rather than seeing.

The rocks hadn't gotten any less algae slicken, and Dasibri used the strength she pulled from all areas of the force, to make the Nightsister back up towards them. Dasibri used strength and will alone to back the renounced Sith into a corner.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair all stood on the side lines. Watching with their mouths agape in horror. This was... not the average fight. They hadn't seen this side of Dasibri since the war. Even then she seemed to be consumed in her form of practice. Crosshair was worried. Very worried. He had no way of helping but he wasn't quite sure what he could even begin to do to help.

Fast footsteps reverberated through the cavern. Omega and her trusty side-kick Batcher had both come bolting into the cave. The young girl held a white flower in her hand, high over her head and she waved it joyously. "I got the-" she had begun to say long before her eyes finally registered what was going on.

Her eyes widened in shock. Dasibri held Ventress against the rocks, there was barely a breath of space between them. The light of their sabers were bright in the cave as the night sky darkened and the sun disappeared from outside. Omega watched as Dasibri pressed further on with her blade, which in turn brought Ventress's blade even closer to her own face. The Nightsisters expression turned into a scowl.

"What's going on in here!" Omega nearly yelled. Her voice and volume demanded an answer. She stood a step back, distancing herself from the fight. Her gaze faltered between the bounty Hunter, Jedi, and her brothers.

Crosshair and Hunter both had dashed across the cavern to stand in front of the girl. Their guns raised and ready just incase Ventress managed to find an out and try to hurt the girl. Of course she never would of dreamed it but the clones certainly didn't know that.

Omegas voice seemed to snap the Jedi back to reality.

"She was helping us! Dasibri! What are you doing?" She asked loudly. Omega shoved her way between Hunter and Crosshair, standing in front of them and begging the Jedi to come to her senses and explain what had transpired inside the cave.

"Helping you? Omega, do you know who this is?" Dasibri said looking over her shoulder to glance at the girl. "She doesn't help people. She kills them." The Jedi explained and turned her gaze back to the woman held up against the rocks.

"and you don't!" Omega argued back. She took a few steps closer. She didn't notice Crosshair try and reach out after her and pull her back, he had missed her by an inch. "Dasibri you're a Jedi! You don't kill people" the girl said moving closer. Omega met eyes with Ventress. "You were helping me right?" She had asked.

Ventress let out a gruff from the effort of trying to keep Dasibri at bay. Her voice was strained as she spoke. "You asked me to test you. That was exactly what I was doing" she said turning her gaze to the Jedi above her. As the light reflected in Dasibri's eyes, Ventress lifted her leg and managed to knee the girl in the stomach and use the momentum to kick her back. While sending the other girl a few stumbling steps backwards Ventress sent herself airborne for a single second. Enough time to perch herself on top of the rock she'd just been held against. "I came here to help." She repeated looking the Jedi in the eyes. "That is all." She clarified.

Dasibri stood panting.

That was when the most surprising thing could of happened. Ventress turned off her saber and stood to her full height. Dasibris eyebrows knit in confusion.

"I never came here to fight. I had no idea you'd even be here." The Nightsister confessed as she jumped down and stood before the other woman. "Why don't.. why don't we talk." She said cautiously. This had been a feud that had spanned years now. And it seemed now, if Dasibri allowed it, they could both throw in the towel and call the whole thing off. It was the right thing to do. The Jedi thing to do.

But deep down, Dasibri didn't know what action to take. She could feel the aura radiating off of Ventress and it seemed genuine. This could end. Distant memories came to light. She remembered a very important lesson she'd learned once. The battle of Geonosis could of been thwarted by a single death. Mace Windu had once said "It could happen again. It will happen again." And everyday Dasibri made sure that she remembered it. If you are going to strike, make sure it's enough. She never wanted to hold a regret of that caliber. She wouldn't let herself be deceived.

She wasn't stupid enough to trust blindly.

Then again, in what universe did this make sense? Asajj Ventress trying to negotiate peace? That was the realization that brought Dasibri back to her feet and finally close her blade. When all choices seem wrong, choose restraint. And that was exactly what she did.

She clipped her hilt back onto her belt.

There's a part two for this in the works rn (as in the mental aftermath, it's just angst)

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The 3x09 blurb has now turned into two WIPS that are tearing me apart!

I started reading Shatterpoint and I've been listening to the RotS audiobook, and it's been doing things to me. I feel like I'm really getting into this bitchs head and omg!

- sneak preview from WIP #1-

Dasibri dodged people, carts, and children all during her mad dash back home. As she thought about what it could be, she didn't like where her head went. 'It's the Empire. They're here. Kriff, what if something happened to Crosshair? I cant lose him again. I cant. No wait! What it something happened to Omega? What if she got hurt? What if Omega is like seriously hurt? Can I save her? What if I cant stop it? I can stop it. Of course I can stop it. I have to." In her own self induced panic she found herself picking up speed until finally she let the force pull her to the entrance of the cavern by the shore.

Dasibri felt danger in the air, she felt it and then she could hear it. The sound of scuffling, of grunting, blasterfire, and then finally the constant and steady hum of a lightsaber.

Finally, inside the cave and seeing with her own eyes, Dasibri nearly doubled over from the sight. Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter wee huddled up and shooting at a woman with a yellow lightsaber. The air smelt of electricity.Her eyes narrowed in on that woman. Dasibri would know her anywhere. She would be able to know her while blind.

Asajj Ventress.

-sneak peak of WIP #2-

Crosshair crouched down beside her, hand on her shoulder and tried to speak. He didn't have an inkling of a clue as to what was going on. Not really anyhow. "Whats…." he had started. He had always been terrible with emotions. His own and others. He never knew what to do or say, he always found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable anytime he was caught in the crossfires of someone else's emotional outpouring. No matter the context. And now, sitting here, despite just how deeply he cared, he still hadn't a clue as to what to say.

He doubled down on himself. This woman, Dasibri Taraay, Jedi Knight, noble hero of the Republic, was his wife. A woman he had once understood and knew like the back of his hand, was sat crying beside him. He needed to fix it. He needed to help her. Just as she always helped him. Without delay and without fail, he would do the same for her. He had vowed to after all.

I'm so excited to post these later in the week! I'm just hoping I get them done in time!

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This weeks blurb is going hard already... I'm so excited

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Happy Bad Batch Eve! It's blurb time!

Here's Crosshair trying to mediate with Omega and his wife shows up🤭

Omega sat down on the rocks and guided her brother to do the same. The sunsets on Pabu were nothing short of beautiful. Crosshair hadn't really taken the time to notice. He'd been so wrapped up inside his own head, he never cared to looked anywhere but a foot in front of him. For the time being, it was all he could stand to manage. He took a deep breath.

"What are we doing?" Crosshair had asked her. He glanced over to his sister and to Batcher just a few feet away.

Omega didn't open her eyes. She sat with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees just as she had watched nearly a hundred times by now. She answered him simply. "It's meditation. It'll help you heal." Omega told him. "Not just your hand, but your mind too." She clarified. Finally opening her eyes, she looked up and over at him.

However Crosshair only arched a brow. "I doubt that." He mumbled tiredly. Meditation was for Jedi, Crosshair was no Jedi. He had seen them, trained with them, learned from them. He had even loved one of them. He still did of course. But right now, sitting here. It all felt so silly. What was the point?

He tried to keep his shaking to a minimum but his hand wouldn't cooperate. What was this going to? It certainly wasn't helpful that his fingers twitched and shook with their tremors. He closed his fist tightly, as always hoping the tight pressure and pull of his muscles would drain them and tire them out. It was what he always did, not that it worked. He figured if he tired the muscle out, stretched it, flexed it, whatever it may be, it would tire out and stop eventually. It hadn't worked yet.

Omegas hand came to lay over his. The gentle touch moved as she helped him flip his palm over, helping him rest his hand where it needed. She spoke to him calmly. "Now adjust your position." She corrected him. "And just breathe." The girl instructed, retreating her own hand and correcting her own stance. She had learned the art of this, heard every trick, she wanted to do this right. Omega kept her eyes closed.

Crosshair looked over at the horizon for only a split moment. He had a feeling he knew the answer to his question before he even asked it. "Where did you learn this?" He asked her, eyes narrowed slightly.

"I have a feeling that it's a bit obvious." Omega responded with a small grin. "I used to watch Dasibri every morning, she let me try it with her a few times" she told him calmly. "But I picked it up from my friend Gungi and the other Wookiees on Kashyyyk too. He taught me too." Omega hummed.

Crosshair tensed the slightest bit. He had to force out his words. "You've been to Kashyyyk?" He has asked to clarify. He blinked dumbly for a moment.

"Uh huh." Omega said in agreement, her tone was feather light. Her words seemed to disappear with the breeze around them. "You missed a lot" she began to say.

Through their conversation neither had paid enough attention to notice the third party joining them. She joined silently, almost surprised to find two people intruding on her meditation spot.

Crosshair let out a sigh and glanced over to his sister. "I know." He muttered sadly. As soon a he heard the sound of ruffling fabric, he turned his head, standing in the same usual light robes was Dasibri. She sat down beside him silently. He looked back over to Omega. "I know." He repeated.

"What's going on down here?" Dasibris voice carried. There was an air of amusement to her words. She was smiling and seemed to be quite happy. Crosshair had never told her about his appointments. He hadn't spoken to his wife since he'd left that morning

Omega piped up happily, her hands relaxed and her eyes opened. "I'm teaching Crosshair what you taught me." she smiled looking over to the Jedi that had joined them. "Everything about meditation and how it can help you clear your mind."

Dasibri nodded and looked from the girl to her husband, she smiled rather amused. "I've tried many times to get him to try it. I'm impressed you even got him to sit down." She joked. She could hear the small scoff and shuffle beside her. It was clear Crosshair was about to storm off back inside to the Marauder and wait out his mood. "You've heard me talk about it... but have you ever experienced it? Or tried to?" She asked him. She let out a sigh.

Crosshair would never meditate with her. That was perfectly fine. She never expected him too, however she did think their could be some benefits. Dasibri knew the good that could come from it. "Relax." The Jedi mumbled. "Quiet your mind, silence everything and just feel" she began to trail off...

hehe ik i kinda popped off last week but I hope this suffices!

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Summary: Dasibri starts to realize she has a crush and stalks out Crosshair after finding out he's back on Coruscant. She decides to pay him a visit at 79's and Cross ends up driving her home.

Warnings: feelings, religious guilt, alcohol, drunk Crosshair rizz,

Wc: 3.8k

(A/N): I never write anything besides angst this entire series is so fun

Dasibri had never done anything like this before. With every passing week she was straying further from her path. She was becoming more reckless. A Jedi in name, but in practice she was deviating. Skipping meditation retreats, running from planet to planet, neglecting her own sleep for late night holocalls.

The now usual pit of anxiety sat heavy in her stomach as she laid in her bed. How was she supposed to live like this? Night after night. She knew it would creep up on her sooner or later. After all, the last two hours had been spent tossing and turning under her blanket. Completely unable to relax and fall into a well deserved sleep. Dasibri had sensed it in herself weeks ago. And she'd felt it every night since. She had grown so attached. Something she swore she'd never do. The worst part, quite possibly, was that she tried to stop herself. She did so many things to try and distract herself, better herself and remind herself that this wasn't something she could do. It wasn't the Jedi way and she'd broken so many rules already. But what now? She knew she was forming an attachment. A severe one at that. Was she going to possibly ruin her entire life and her entire career on some clone she still barely knew? These thoughts began to plague her almost every night.

No matter how many times she meditated and tried to distance herself, she always came back. Whether it be a message on their channel, a furtive meeting behind closed doors, or a quick visit. She had to be crazy to think she could keep doing this. It had been another day of ignoring her datapad and ignoring the alerts of the incoming messages. She felt a cold shiver rake through her despite the warmth of the room. She'd been ignoring him all day, trying to ensure she didn't find herself awaiting every text and wishing to speak with him. She tried to distance her mind.

Her anxieties grew inside her, wondering what could happen to her if anyone found out. That she was growing feelings, real and true emotions towards someone. Dasibri was grappling with the thoughts of possible outcomes without even knowing how he truly felt about her. Crosshair was a man of very few words but she hung onto every single one. Would she be excommunicated for this? Stripped of all title, rank, and the only home and she'd ever known?

After hours of trying to quell the anxious fire in her belly she decided it wasn't worth ignoring anymore. There had to be a reason it was so bad tonight. Something had to be causing it. The only thing she could think of was him, that it almost felt like his familiar presence was occupying her mind and radiating around her. It was him. She knew it was.

Dasibri pushed the blankets off of herself and climbed out of bed. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud. Standing in her nightwear she traveled to the other side of her bedroom with more energy than she wished she had. Grabbing her bag and digging through it till she found her datapad she turned it on. She wasn't surprised with what she found.

A transmission from Crosshair. It had come in mere minutes ago.

"Headed to Coruscant. See you in the morning."

That answered that then. He was here. She thought to herself, wracking her brain so much the tension almost hurt. Had this all started from the moment he breached the atmosphere? Was his presence on the planet alone enough to shake her to her core?

She'd already made up her mind. She was already planning on sneaking out of bed not so long after every Jedi on her floor fell asleep. It was simply a matter of waiting. She meditated quietly until everyone had officially retired for the night. It felt like hours she waited. Both trying to pass the time and calm herself down. Bring her own mind back into stasis and drag it away from the fervent craze it had been in. Dasibri bided her time until she felt the coast was clear.

It felt like ages that she stayed in her room, just waiting. But once she could sense her window of opportunity, she ceased all meditations. Her feet hit the floor once again as she came down from her dream like state. Dasibri had walked to her closet staring at the few different variations of her robes. She studied them intently, until she decided and picked out her newest addition and rid herself of her pajamas.

She crept through the Temple and made it down to the lower floors.

It had been a long while since she'd taken to driving through the city skies of Coruscant. She never really went anywhere on her own like that. She hadn't the time for such things, especially nowadays. She'd borrowed a speeder.

Despite spending the last week wrapped up inside her own head whenever she had a spare second to think, she locked herself away. It wasn't too out of the usual for Dasibri to disappear and come back after hours of isolated meditation but even she knew it was different now. Tensions were high with the Senate and with the Chancellor, but that was hardly anything new. Surely no one noticed or cared for her tardiness or slothfulness as of late. Instead of any real work, Dasibri had been locking herself away and meditating for days on end.

She knew what must become of all this. She couldn't do this. Dasibri knew what she had to do to make sure everything worked out the way she needed it to. It wasn't fair but they needed to stop this. Whatever they had, she needed it gone.

And yet she didn't turn around. Instead of doing what she had promised herself she would, Dasibri parked her speeder outside the building. With freezing hands, she shook and turned off the machine. She pulled the keys into her hand and placed them inside the pocket of her robes. Now starring up at the neon colors of the sign overhead she might have felt even more anxious than when she left. Dasibri stood before the doors of 79's and left the Coruscant skyline behind her as she entered the bar.

She passed through the doors. It was dark. Much darker than she thought it would be. Her eyes adjusted to the size and the lighting of the place. It was a Clone Bar. She wasn't sure what she expected. The entire place was littered with soldiers, some she knew, most she didn't. All she knew was that this place was packed.

Despite the capacity of the place, she assumed that she stuck out like a sore thumb. If her robes didn't separate her from the rest she was almost a full foot lower on the ground. Every clone was a standard six feet tall, and Dasibri definitely wasn't. She was looking up towards each clone, looking over armor, studying hair cuts, facial markings and the color of their armor plates.

It helped that Crosshair wasn't like the others. He should of been easier to find. She looked around, trying to find the man she came searching for. She kept her eyes peeled in the possibility she might see the other clones of Force 99. Dasibri only came to see one of them, but the others were definitely easier to find.

Dasibri narrowed her eyes and looked around for a bit. She knew he was here, she could feel it. She could sense it. The poor Jedi felt queasy as she looked around for him. She managed to figure out where he was all on her own, he had to be here somewhere. As more time passed she wondered what she was even doing here. She took a solemn step forward and her eyes shifted across the darkened room. She looked to the stairs. Maybe he was up there?

She took another step and a dark shroud seemed to creep up on her from behind. It hung over her head like dread. It was then that a cool low baritone seemed to reverberate in her ear. It was an immediate relief to her nerves.

"You look lost." Crosshair had said smirking. He was lent over, his lips just inches from her ear. "Did my little Jedi sneak out to see me?" He hummed, hands grasping her shoulders as he pulled back and stood at his full height. He looked down at her as she turned around to look at him quickly.

Dasibri felt like she was floating, his presence alone was enough to fluster her. She tried to remain at peace, in her usual state of tranquility, but the way he spoke left her blushing. His? She had thought to herself. The notion and the implications were enough to make her dizzy. She'd be thinking about this for hours. This was so wrong. She felt sick again in no time.

Only he could do this to her. Both ease and aggravate. Crosshair looked the most relaxed she'd ever seen him. He wasn't in uniform, not fully at least. He looked down at her, eyebrow raised in wait. He was still awaiting an answer.

"I didn't sneak out" she said, her voice wavering. "I just didn't tell anyone" she said trying to keep her voice even. She looked up at him, eyes looking over his face. From the looks of it, his last assignment hadn't been so kind to him. The bruise across his cheek bone looked a lot worse in person.

Crosshair chuckled slightly. Fingertips squeezing into her shoulders before one of them dropped. He casually slipped his arm around her, leaning down slightly to do it. Crosshair looked around for any more familiar Jedi, but he didn't find any. "Did you stalk me out all on your own?" His eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Are you keeping tabs on me?" He asked her seriously, his eyes staring into hers.

Dasibri tried to play it off as cool as she could. She looked up at him and met his stare. "What if I was?" She answered him back. The amusement in her voice was palpable.

A brief smile graced his face. The more Dasibri managed to draw out that scarce smile of his, the more she felt the butterflies in her stomach multiply. He held her close to his side. "Oh mesh'la" he said shaking his head whilst looking down. "What am I going to do with you?" Crosshair had asked her.

She was red in the face. She had to be. Dasibri could feel her cheeks burning. Her feelings for him were getting out of hand. A strange kind of contentment filled her, made her feel light and carefree. It was as soon as she enjoyed the moment, did she think about it. It sent her crashing back down. Her thoughts immediately resumed. They were getting too comfortable with each other. She had thought about him every night for the last week and when he acted like this...she was sure she was doomed.

It was the way he always stayed in contact. Whether it was a text or holocall every once in awhile, he would send a few transmissions here and there. Always making sure she knew he was only a few klicks away. It also certainly wasn't helping when he called her beautiful when he was intoxicated like this. How was she supposed to act exactly?

She knew it was against the rules and she knew it would end in heartbreak. Whether she had to leave him and stop this, or whether she left her order behind to peruse it. How could she not enjoy the happiness this brought? If attachments were forbidden, if they brought so much evil along with them...why did it feel so right? Why did his voice make her heart sing? There had to be a reason her hand fit so snugly in his. There had to be a reason. The tension inside her did little to dissipate. No matter how happy she was in her thoughts, the immediate realization of what it meant was enough to have her scared.

Crosshair was high in spirit that night. Yet another successful mission alongside his brothers was enough reason to celebrate and keep him moderately happy. But a call to report back to Coruscant in the morning? That was even better. That meant he'd be making a pitstop at the Jedi temple. And now it seemed that he didn't even have to. It seemed his sole reason to show up came right to him instead. All of that, mixed with the liquor in his system had him in quite the good mood.

He happily paraded the girl around on his arm as he made it back to the large booth his brothers were sat at. Each of them in their own various state of impaired. All minus Echo, he was the only one to fully keep his cognitive thinking skills intact. Despite being lost in the back rooms of 79's he still seemed on edge.

But Crosshair removed his arm from around the girl and stole a chair from the nearest table. He sat the stool down next to his and let her take her seat.

"So tell me, General." Crosshair said sarcastically, a wicked grin smothering his face. He knew how much she hated when he called her that. "Are you Jedi allowed to drink?" He asked her. His gaze flickered over her face, watching a sheepish and worried smile overtake her.

"I'd rather not.." she confessed. "Alcohol would impair my skills and my judgment. I'm afraid I don't drink" she told him. She sat down along with the others, her hands folded together tightly on her lap.

"I think it might already be impaired. You're sitting with us." Tech spoke up. His self deprecating joke didn't go unnoticed or unheard.

"Speak for yourself" Crosshair stated looking over to his brother who seemed happy enough nursing his third beer of the night. He picked up his own drink and look another sip. His eyes looked to the girl beside him. She was looking around the room, studying it and getting familiar with it. Her eyes were widened slightly, just absorbing the atmosphere around her. Crosshair found himself trying to hide a smile. His cheeks ached, he wasn't sure if he'd ever smiled this much in his life.

By the end of the night, Crosshair had more or less sobered up. The world was no longer blurred and his senses were just as sharp as ever. All that mattered to him was that he was capable of driving a speeder back to the Jedi Temple with a single passenger. In fact he was dead set on it. She may have drove herself but he was hellbent on making sure he took her home. He refused to let the girl drive, despite her being the sober one.

Maybe it was just an excuse to feel her arms wrap around his torso and hold on to him tightly. Or maybe it was his ego. Maybe it was even the fact that he felt the need to showcase his skills on a speeder? Neither of them would actually get an answer to that question.

It was like thousand thoughts ran through Dasibris head as she held onto him. Her grip tightened, her hands digging into the fabric of his clothes. She didn't want this night to end. Crosshair had just been so perfect that night. His hard exterior had dissipated for once and she was falling for him even worse than she originally thought.

She had learned quite early on that he had issues opening up to people. She'd gathered that much the first time she met him. From the way he treated her to the way he treated the world. She'd seen first hand how he treated the regular clones, he separated himself. Labeled them and himself as 'other'. Dasibri found herself lucky of gotten to know him so well. Or even to of seen him this many times. Her in-depth thoughts kept her occupied as Crosshair weaved through the traffic of landspeeders, shuttles, taxis, and the like. When she first met him she never thought she'd of ended up here. She squeezed onto him again and held onto him closely.

"You're alright, cyare" he spoke over his shoulder, making sure his voice carried. He could feel her grip tightening still. It was an attempt to sooth her worries. Although he didn't have a clue as to what she was actually worried about.

Dasibri felt her cheeks heat up again. He knew what he was doing. There was no way he didn't. She rested her head against the man's back. Once again sitting with her thoughts. She never would of thought that she would of enjoyed him this much. When she first met him, he set her alight with anger. His arrogance and his tough exterior, were now just a reason for a playful eye roll. She wondered if he felt the same. Had her own attitude off put him? What made him crack and come to her door? What made him keep coming back? At this point she wasn't sure why she kept coming back. She snuggled up against him as her mind replayed the events of the night. Every conversation, every smile, she wanted to remember everything.

Crosshair pulled up along the darkened landing pad connected to the Jedi temple. Due to the late hour, the lights were off and the entire strip was shrouded in darkness. The only light given came from the city and the beams of light from the speeder itself. Despite its artificial sky, the light pollution definitely dulled the space around them. As Dasibri hopped off the Speeder, Crosshair did the same. Standing up if just to talk to her properly a few minutes longer. As she turned to look at him he picked up his head and let out a content sigh.

When it came to his feelings for Dasibri, Crosshair had been anything but subtle. He was sweet on her and frankly he was just enjoying every moment he was lucky enough to share with her. Sometimes he wondered if this was a usual thing for her. Did she go out and see any regs like this? Was he the first clone to weasel his way into her life? As soon as his brothers weren't around, Crosshair didn't care to keep up the facade. Maybe he was growing soft but in this context, he didn't have a problem with it. When he was alone with his thoughts, alone with himself, he could just dare to venture down this path of thinking. He could dwell on these thoughts and think about these things for as long as he liked.

Of course, he never had the time to honestly sit and place his emotions. To wonder how far they could take this. Or if she even wanted to. Karking hell, he wasn't even sure what he wanted. But now, standing on the landing pad with only four moons as his witness Crosshair spoke up.

"I have a question for you." He said exhaling deeply. He leaning against the speeder, fearing his knees would give out other wise. As calm as he portrayed himself to be, he was worried about what was to come after. "I need to know.. what is this? Us, I mean. If there even is.." He asked her.

He didn't know what he was saying anymore, he was cringing in his mind. After so many nights losing himself in her, in her peace and drowning in the expanse of her. Crosshair needed an answer. It had been another night of him just listening to her talk and preach her philosophies. The hours of the night grew longer and he had never felt more at ease. This life that he lived was complicated but nothing was as complicated as the things he felt for her. He never knew how to express them. There had been so many things he had wanted to say. He just never could get them to come out in the way he wanted them to. In the way she deserved to hear them.

Dasibri felt her body go rigid. Every emotion and thought inside her body felt like it had shrunk to the most minuscule size. Leaving her stumbling over words and blinking dumbly. A Jedi Knight. One of the brightest of her time. How silly of a notion is that?

The silence spanned for what felt like decades. Giving Crosshair time and a half to think of every way he had ruined what he thought they could of had. He was practically already sitting back on the bike and ready to leave once she finally did speak.

Dasibri's voice came quiet. Soft and worried as she refused to meet his gaze. Her entire body felt red hot at her confession. "I cant." She told him. "I shouldn't... I'm not supposed to." The girl said holding her fists tightly at her sides. She had thought long and hard on the matter. Devoted days to the mere idea of it. Dasibri had studied it in her mind, looked at it from every angle, every turn. She had obsessed and pondered and now with the moment before her, she came up empty. "I cant hold attachments. I would love to, I have enjoyed every moment I've spent with you...but-"

Crosshair could see the blush overtake her face. He could hear the struggle in her words. He relaxed against the speeder and looked at her. He nodded and narrowed his brow in thought. As soon as the idea came to him he spoke aloud, accidentally cutting her off. "What if you don't have to? What if I'm holding an attachment, and you're just entertaining me?" He offered her, a self satisfied expression stretched over his face.

Dasibri blinked and thought on his words. She found herself smiling and almost laughing it off. He didn't seem to find it as funny. "I think that would hardly be fair" she said giving him a reluctant smile.

Crosshairs face was back to its stoic and stern blankness. It masked everything going on inside his head. "I suppose." He said squaring his shoulders and shifting his weight on the bike. "I wouldn't mind though." He had hesitated. The admission left him feeling cold, vulnerable. More vulnerable than he would ever like to feel.

Soft lips pressed against his if only for a moment. She tasted like the mocktail she'd been drinking back at the bar. She tasted sweet.

Dasibri pulled back and looked at him. Hoping her answer sufficed, he only stared at her. He was confused, more confused than anything. And yet, he didn't care. His hand lunged out, quickly grabbing ahold of her waist and pulling her close. Their lips met again.

Under the four moons of Corcusant, a catastrophic and irreversible decision was made. Dasibri Taraay and Crosshair locked lips with the understanding that their arrangement had shifted tones. If anyone caught them, it would mean their lives would be over. She would be expelled from the Jedi Order, and she would be outcasted. If it came out that Crosshair was in a relationship, with a Jedi no less, he'd be labeled a deserter. Who knew what would happen to him after that. But for the moment, neither of them cared.

That was the worst case scenario. Nothing else could possibly happen?

Right?

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #crosshair #tbb crosshair #star wars fic #Star Wars oc #Dasibri Taraay #Jedi oc #Crosshair X oc

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In honor of it being Bad Batch Eve, here's a something from the vault that won't be finished and posted for a long LONG time

Aka the S1 finale where Crosshair actually has to talk to his wife for the first time since he joined the Empire. (Angst)

Standing on a platform surrounded by nothing but oceans, the couple stared at each other. It had been the most awkward and tense couple hours of either of their lives and now finally, it boiled down to this.

After escaping the bombing of Tipoca city and surviving nearly drowning in the wreckage, they were lucky to even be having this conversation. Lucky to even be breathing. Crosshairs eyes narrowed in on the last bit of the city that sank into the oceans. His chest felt like it was aching. His home was officially gone.

The voice of a young clone broke the silence. Omega. The girl stared and watched as her home sunk into the abyss. "It's all gone." She said slowly. Her hands that had been balled so tight fell loose at her sides, hanging along with her head in disappointment.

A few moments of silence overcame the platform. "We should leave before the Empires scouts show up" Tech said raising his eyes to survey the group. His eyes landed on the Jedi standing tall. Head held high and every breath deliberately calm. ,

Dasibri had been anxiously gnawing at the inside of her cheek since before they even got to the planet. Knowing that Crosshair would be there, knowing she would have to deal with the confrontation. It was almost too much. She wondered if he'd even be happy to see her, happy to know she's alive. Maybe he wouldn't care about her being a Jedi. He would forget about the order and simply live. However that was a daydream.

Turning around from having her back facing him, she finally looked her husband in the eyes. "Come with us." Dasibri had said. Despite the absolute whirlwind her life had become, she asked for him back. Extending the olive branch and the offering the invitation. The first real glimpse at her forgiveness.

The sun was beginning to rise as it marked the dawn of a new day on Kamino. There was barely anything left, just the last of smoke billowing out of the remnants of a sinking structure. Nothing but smoke and harrowing oceans in every direction for as far as the eye could see.

Crosshairs eyes looked over every part of her, remembering every stray hair, every pore, every curve, and every shadow that shaped her face. After thinking she was dead for so long... it had almost made things easier. That guilt didn't weigh him down. But now, seeing her it was like he couldn't breathe. He'd stared at photographs, listened to voicemails and hologram projections, he had cried and he had mourned. But staring at her now was a different kind of wound. A new type of pain he couldn't handle.

Crosshair looked at her, his dark brown eyes squinted in the sun as his stance remained rigid. He stood against her on the platform, staring her down. "I made my choice. A long time ago, You're asking me to choose between love and a war, Dasibri, you can't expect me to just-"

For the first time in his life, Crosshair witnessed Dasibri lose all patience. Every ounce of it had been stripped from her being since the day the order was given. With her fists balled at her sides and her face hot with anger as she heard him finally say her name, she talked over him. Angry and combative.

"The war is over" she said loudly. She watched him wince. A moment of silence came to pass. Dasibris chest fell and rose quickly as she panted after her little outburst.

Crosshair opened his eyes slightly, taking in the sight of his shaking wife in all her frustration. Never before had he heard it. In all the time he'd known her, he had never heard her raise her voice. He had only realized it now. Not once.

She stalked up to him, hands gripping onto the armor of his chest plates and pulling him closer to her as she verbally tore into him. "You chose me before" she told him bitterly. Her eyes were cold, as cold as he felt. Her anger had simmered slightly. Allowing her voice to lose its volume and thunder. Instead, her voice returned to its normal octave, save for the dissatisfaction laced in her tone. The months of depression escaping as she was faced with its source. "During the war, you chose me anyway." She said, her voice cracking.

Crosshair was about to say something he shouldn't of. And to his surprise, his older brother was there to take care of the situation. Hunter made sure he didn't fuck things up any worse.

"You offered us a chance, Crosshair." Hunter said, shifting to hold his helmet under his arm, finally breathing in the salty air around them. He thought back to when his brother had asked them to join him in the empire, to continue their purpose as soldiers. They had all declined. "This is yours." Hunter emphasized. His eyes wide to stress the situation as he tilted his head slightly to gesture to girl standing a few feet in front of him. He didn't want to watch Crosshair throw it all away. To watch him ruin the only thing he ever cared about... the only thing he ever truly had to himself... it was hard to watch.

It was a low blow, to Crosshairs ego. Did Hunter think he was stupid? His eyes narrowed looking over and past the Jedis shoulder to stare him down. His chest burned as he took a deep inhale. "I made my decision." He told his brother. Trying to keep his eyes forward and straight, looking above the woman standing before him, staring up at him with those pleading grey eyes. He couldn't take it.

"We want different things. But that doesn't mean you have to make yourself an enemy." Hunter warned. The Sergeant watched as his brother rolled his eyes and turned his head to avoid looking at him as well. "See you around, Crosshair." Hunter grumbled. He slipped his helmet back on and turned around back towards the ship. The only thing else on the platform.

"I doubt it." Cross had grumbled under his breath.

Each member of the Batch took their leave. Tech following behind with Echo and Wrecker shortly behind. Leaving only Dasibri and Omega to stare the clone down before their departure.

Dasibri stared at the side of his head. The skin on the side of his head had been badly burned. She wondered if it was from all the adjusting and playing with the chip implanted in his head that the empire kept doing... or maybe it was something else. She had thought that chip to be the soul reason for the sheer bullshit he had put her through. That was up until a few hours ago when she found out he'd apparently had it removed.

She had so many questions for him and knew he'd never give up any of the answers. He was always stubborn like that. As Dasibri squinted and stared at the mess of scar tissue on the side of his head, she felt a hand grab ahold of hers. She looked down and saw a head of blonde hair at her side. She smiled faintly seeing Omega. Dasibri squeezed her hand reassuringly. She looked at the man before her as he finally turned to meet her gaze once more. He looked down.

"Never thought I'd see the day." Dasibri said flatly. She looked him over once more, burning the memory into her mind as she stared at his black armor. She squeezed Omegas hand once again and turned around to go back towards the Marauder. Without another word the two girls went back to the ship and Crosshair turned his back on them.

Dasibri stood on the staircase that lead to the ship. Her foot on the first stair as Omegas hand was yanked from her own. The young girl was running back to Crosshair. Omega stood before him, she thought over her words for a moment before she spoke across the platform to him.

"I still want to thank you, for saving AZ" she said referencing the droid that they had hauled back onto the ship. She looked up at the back of his head, waiting for any kind of response. After seconds of silence and assuming she wouldn't receive one she looked down. "She really loves you you know. Talks about you all the time. And them, they're your brothers and you're my brother..." she stated waiting for him to say anything. He was the only one to ever treat her coldly. The only one who didn't accept her or want her. Even now she was looking for some kind of acceptance from him.

All she received was Crosshair finally turning around, sparing her a glance over his shoulder and three simple words.

"Consider us even."

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars fic #crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair my beloved ❤️‍🩹#star wars oc #jedi oc #dasibri taraay #crosshair x oc #angst #fluff

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Bad batch is trending and I'm at work. Oh what a world.

Also sorry for the lack of blurbs this week, I haven't been having a good time lol

#the bad batch #star wars fic #dasibri taraay

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AHHHH I'm so sorry! I wasn't feeling well last night and I passed out at like 7pm and never got to post the blurb! I'll be working on it tonight and have up by then hopefully!

I'm so mad at myself rn omfg

#star wars #star wars fic #the bad batch #star wars oc #jedi oc #dasibri taraay

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-Honor and Codes Masterlist-

Introductions:

Dasibri Taraay Character Sheet

-Character Playlist Coming Soon-

Series:

Part One- "Crosshair meets a Jedi. Things start off on the wrong foot and then he tries to fix it."

Part Two- "Crosshair makes a pit stop on Corcusant and gets caught leaving a certain Jedi's bedroom"

Part Three- "Dasibri finds out Crosshair is back on Coruscant. She decides to pay him a visit at 79's and Cross ends up driving her home"

The Series Playlist-

-coming soon-

Bad Batch Eve Season 3 Blurbs:

3x03

3x04

3x05

3x07

3x08

3x09

#star wars #Star Wars oc #the clone wars oc #the bad batch oc #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars fic #bad batch fic #crosshair #jedi oc #tbb crosshair #Dasibri Taraay #masterlist #masterpost #Codes #Honour and Codes

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Making a Masterlist/post for all my Crosshair and Dasibri works just in case anyone is interested, keep an eye out 👀

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars fic #crosshair #tbb crosshair #star wars oc #jedi oc #Dasibri Taraay #tcw #the clone wars #Star Wars the clone wars #star wars bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tcw rex #tcw captain rex

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Preview bc I cant help myself 🫶🏻

She opened her eyes and sat up on the bed with a small yawn. As she got up and retracted her warmth, a hand shot out and grabbed ahold of her forearm. Crosshair didn't even open his eyes. His hand engulfed the skin, almost wrapping around her arm fully.

"Where are you going?" He drawled out. His voice impossibly low and tired. "Back to bed." He had grumbled. Crosshair pulled at her wrist, trying to pull her back to lay down on his chest and return back to the peaceful slumber they'd been enjoying. He had to admit he was growing far too comfortable staying the night.

"Cross" the girl stated with a small smile. She had awoken with so much energy, already wide awake and ready to start the day. Unlike the man lying next to her who was desperate to return back to sleep. "I have stuff to do." She chuckled

#he's so husband #crosshair my beloved ❤️‍🩹#Dasibri Taraay #bad batch #Star Wars fic #star wars oc #crosshair x oc

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Character Sheet - Dasibri Taraay

ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ᴛᴀʀᴀᴀʏ

>ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ<

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴡᴏʀʟᴅ:

ᴏᴋᴛᴀʀᴏ

ʙᴏʀɴ:

39 ʙʙʏ

ᴅɪᴇᴅ:

(ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ) 19 ʙʙʏ

>ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ<

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ:

ᴏᴋᴛᴀʀᴀɴ (ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ)

ꜱᴇx:

ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ:

ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

5'4 ᴏʀ 1.62 ᴍᴇᴛᴇʀꜱ

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

ʙʀᴏᴡɴ

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

ɢʀᴀʏ

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:

ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ᴛᴀʀᴀᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴇᴅɪ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴋᴛᴀʀᴏ. (ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɪᴛ.) ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ꜱʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴘᴀᴅᴀᴡᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ, ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴊᴇᴅɪ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɪᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ. ᴊᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴄᴏʀᴜꜱᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ, ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴋᴛᴀʀɪᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ, ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴘᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴜɴꜱ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ. ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ:

ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴɪᴛ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴇʟᴅᴏᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟɪꜱᴏɴ ᴋʜᴀɪ, ʟᴏʀʀᴀɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇᴀɢᴀɴ, ᴊᴀᴅᴇɴ ʀᴀɪᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴀᴋɪɴ ꜱᴋʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ.

ꜰᴜɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ & ��ᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ:

•ᴅᴀꜱɪʙʀɪ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴇᴅɪ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ. (ᴀɴᴀᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʜɪʟᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ)

• ʜᴇʀ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱᴀʙᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ!

• ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴏʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. (ᴀɴᴀᴋɪɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ)

• ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ɴᴏɪꜱʏ.

• ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱᴀʙᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴠ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ɪᴠ

•ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀᴘᴀᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴀᴋɪɴ ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.

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