Another horror one!

Tw: Death.

"Dead."

Crosshair scowled as Hunter said the words.

"Dead?" Omega gasped. 

"Dead," Hunter repeated himself. "He just keeled over."

Crosshair stared at Wrecker's body, slumped over in his seat. He had been smiling and laughing with the rest of them when he had started choking, foam coming out of his mouth.

"How did this happen?" Echo demanded. 

Tech did a quick scan. "Poison."

"So it's murder," Hunter spat out.

"I won't rest until the murderer is found," Crosshair declared. 

"I will assist you," Tech volunteered.

"I don't need your help," Crosshair sneered. "This was my vod, and I hate what happened."

"He was my vod as well," Tech firmly said. "I will find the murderer, with or without you."

"Fine," Crosshair gave in. 

"Where shall we begin? Analyzing a poison sample? Checking pockets for vials of poison?" Tech eagerly asked.

"We interrogate," Crosshair simply said before storming off.

"So, Echo," Crosshair said, leaning forward against the table. "Do you feel welcome here?"

"Um, yeah?" Echo frowned, squinting at the harsh light that was shining in his face. "What does this have to do with Wrecker's murder?"

"Good question," Tech commented, a slight crease to his forehead. "I'm afraid I don't see the connection between that and Wrecker's death either."

Crosshair sighed and handed Echo a glass of water. "Echo, did you kill Wrecker because you felt like you needed to earn your place on this squad?"

Echo sipped at the water before shaking his head. "I'd never do that!"

"Really?" Crosshair cocked an eyebrow. "You never felt ignored since you were the last to join the squad?"

"Maybe I have," Echo admitted. "But I wouldn't kill Wrecker to free up a spot for myself in your hearts!"

"If you say so," Crosshair drawled, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm not lying!" Echo insistently exclaimed.

"I believe Crosshair has a point," Tech confessed. "You have the motivation to kill."

"Well I didn't do it," Echo pursed his lips. 

"Then what's your alibi?" Crosshair questioned.

Echo looked away, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. "I was watching cooking videos."

"Cooking videos?" Crosshair pressed. "Perhaps on how to concoct poison?"

"Will you let it go?" Echo huffed. "I didn't kill him! I would've smothered you in your sleep before I harmed Wrecker."

Tech looked to Crosshair for a moment. "You can go now, Echo."

Echo hurried out, giving Crosshair a glare as he went.

"Hunter," Crosshair said, handing him a glass of water. "Where were you while Wrecker died?"

"In the room with you," Hunter dryly stated.

Crosshair rolled his eyes. "I meant before that. Where were you then?"

Hunter gulped down his glass. "I was napping. The stress has been getting to me lately."

"The stress of planning to kill your brother?" Crosshair hissed, planting his hands on the table.

"No!" Hunter shook his head. "Something else."

"You evading the question is only arousing our suspicions," Tech told him. "Please answer the question."

Hunter ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. I've been looking into adopting a kid. The process is stressful."

"Adopting a child?" Tech's mouth fell open. "Why?"

Hunter shrugged. "I love kids. Instead of making a new one, I figured I'd help one out that already needed me."

"Cut the crap!" Crosshair shouted. "You killed Wrecker!"

"I would never!" Hunter slammed the glass down. "You don't even have any proof!"

"You can go," Crosshair waved him away.

Hunter stood up and glowered at them before exiting the room.

"I don't understand why I have to be interrogated," Tech said, adjusting his goggles. 

"Everyone's a suspect," Crosshair said from the other side of the table.

Tech's lips thinned. "Ask me your questions."

Crosshair offered him a glass of water. "Do you remember when Nala Se pulled me aside to talk with me privately?"

Tech sipped the water and swirled the remaining liquid in his glass. "I do recall it. Why?"

Echo burst into the room, choking on the foam that was bubbling up from his throat.

"Echo!" Tech jumped up from his seat.

Crosshair cringed as Echo fell to the floor, his eyes going blank.

"Echo!" Crosshair shook his limp body. "Echo?"

Hunter stumbled in, tripping over Echo's corpse. White foam trickled from his mouth as his eyes went wide.

"Hunter!" Tech gasped.

"Hunter!" Crosshair cried out, watching his brother crumple to the floor.

Tech looked at Crosshair in alarm. "Could it perhaps be a virus we came upon when we ventured somewhere?"

Crosshair shook his head. "This is clearly murder."

Tech nodded, then froze.

"C-C-" he choked out as foam bubbled up out of his mouth.

He collapsed, while Crosshair sighed.

Crosshair held the glass of water up to the light, watching the barely noticeable powder whirl around.

Nala Se would be pleased.

"Crosshair?" Omega tearfully said. "W-what happened?"

Crosshair held out his hand. "It's okay, Omega. They got sick, but it'll be okay."

Omega shook her head, backing away from him. "Crosshair, I'm scared!"

"It's alright," Crosshair soothingly said. "We're going to go on a trip together, okay?"

Omega's eyes flicked to the dead bodies on the ground before she took his hand.

"Nala Se's been waiting for you," Crosshair told her as they walked away from their brother's remains.

"O-okay," Omega stuttered.

Crosshair smiled.

A one hundred percent success rate.

Mando'a translations:

Vod~~~~~ Brother