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”What to Know Before Starting a Conversation”

I NEED DIRECTIONS

Hi, Vim!

That fic is going to be in list form like the two I did for Tech. It's about halfway done and will be centered around Crosshair this time, who will be snarkily listing off "irritations, triggers, and subjects you should consider before initiating a conversation" with him.

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Tech: Duh.

Introducing Crosshair!!!

Crosshair grew up in the Bronx, New York, the son of New Zealand immigrants. His family had brought Māori with them (the indigenous Polynesian language of the Māori people) and it was as much a part of the household as English was. He and his three brothers were quadruplets, and they grew up a few streets over from their older cousins Echo and Fives, who were twins. Multiple births seemed to run in the family.

Their parents died while the brothers were still in high school, leaving them to raise their younger sister on their own. In 1942, the draft age dropped from 21 to 18, and all four brothers were conscripted into the Army at once. She was around nine years old when they left. All four brothers listed her as their emergency contact, because there wasn’t anyone else.

They didn’t stay in the general ranks for long. Captain Rex noticed that the brothers each brought something distinct to the table. One handled demolitions. One could work out a technical problem faster than most people could identify it. One kept the other three pointed in the same direction. And Crosshair shot things that needed shooting, at distances that shouldn’t have been possible. They also spoke fluent Te Reo Māori, which was not a language enemy forces were likely to crack. Rex flagged them for the Office of Strategic Services, and the OSS agreed. The four brothers were designated the 99th OSS Operational Group: a small, self-contained unit built around their particular mix of skills. Among themselves, they called it the Bad Batch.

After the war, Crosshair spent a fair amount of time at the Copacabana. He’d found that a billiards table was a reasonable place to make money. This was, of course, enabled by his steady hands, good read on angles, and enough patience to let the other guy think he had a chance. It wasn’t so different from what he’d done during the war. Just quieter, and significantly more lucrative.

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But he also uses this to be a shit disturber. Anything you really want to know he probably has the details. From clone drama to other drama. He would also know when the best food or ration shipments come in. This causes a little bit of a riot with the regs.

His dirt information doesn’t come cheap. His information is not free. He will negotiate. But what he gets will determines what dirt they get.

Snacks are fine. He tends to give those to the rest of his brothers. But sometimes he will get something he will like and keep it. But the gossip is just okay.

The best way to get the best dirt is toothpicks. You will hit gold from Crosshair. But if you get his favourite toothpicks then bam the good stuff.

[EDIT] see more Crosshair knows about anidala posts here -> [LINK] <-

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What about an AU where Mayday and Crosshair became friends during Clone Wars?

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See more Crosshair knows about anidala posts here -> [LINK] <-

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