For this. I’m still open for more.

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Multi-fandom. Not exactly a crossover.

Warning: Death, and lots of it. Rogue One spoilers, as well.

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There are always crows where there is battle. No matter where you go, no matter if you never see a crow any other place or time, they are there at the battle.

Damar sees a black-feathered bird perched on the crates as they charge into the building, determined that one of them will at least survive to get to Weyoun and the Changeling, and bring the Dominion’s rule of Cardassia to an end. No one else pays it any attention, even when it swoops down as he falls. Perching on his shoulder, leaning it’s head down to preen his hair. The feathers of its head are soft against his scales, and he can almost hear the laughter of a woman.

He dies knowing the battle will not go well for the Dominion.

Fives sees the crow sailing silently through the warehouse, and he knows he doesn’t have much time. There have been tales told through the army of brothers who had nearly died seeing crows lighting on those who hadn’t survived. Harbingers of death, but a good death. A death in battle, fighting for the Republic. When the shot hits him, the crow shrieks, a loud and angry call.

He dies to the whisper of rage that says darkness will be no safety.

Boromir knows he will not live through this battle. It is not the crows thick in the trees that tell him this, nor the sight of the archers coming between the rest of the orcs. He was never meant to make the end of this journey, he knows that now. If he can hold the line just a little longer, hold his ground long enough for Frodo to escape beyond the reach of the orcs, for the rest of the Fellowship to continue on, it will be enough. A crow lands on his shoulder as the first arrow hits him, and he laughs, the sound as rough as any crow’s cry.

He dies knowing that death is only the beginning of redemption.

Talyn listens to his captain as Crais breaks his final ties with the life they had lived. Watches on his internal sensors as a pair of birds wheel through his corridors, black feathered and strange. They come into command as Crais finishes his speech, one landing on his captain’s shoulder, the other on one of Talyn’s consoles. The command to starburst is all he needs.

They die as they have lived, as weapons of destruction.

Sirius can see the crow perched on the arch in the center of the room as he comes in. Knows in his bones why he can see something no one else seems to notice, and all he can do is laugh. It comes to sit on his shoulder as he duels his cousin, feathers soft against the side of his neck. Waiting and waiting, and he wonders how exactly he’s to die.

He barely has a moment to register the roaring green before he dies.

Janet glares at the crow dancing around her patient. They are a familiar apparition, never quite real, but ones she has seen before. Death follows their dark wings, and she refuses to lose this patient. Not another one. No. This is her battle, and she has not lost one that she did not regret.

She dies secure in the knowledge there was only one crow and only one death.

Marcus watches the crow on Susan’s bed as he sets up the machine, wondering if he would be swift enough to save her. Wondering if the bird isn’t instead for him, finally. He’s seen them before, again and again, and always taking someone else. It wouldn’t be a terrible thing for this one to be for him instead. To win a battle, even if he loses his life in the victory.

He dies with a soft smile as the crow preens his hair.

Bodhi freezes when he sees the bird land on the grenade, hearing the angry shriek that he cannot believe is from a bird’s throat.

Chirrut can feel the soft feathers of some bird sitting on his shoulder from the first step he takes out into the crossfire, knowing it will be his last walk.

Kaytoo isn’t sure how the bird got into the room, but it seems to dislike storm troopers as much as he does. He likes that.

Baze sees the crow wheeling over a sand dune and diving at whoever hides behind it, giving him an ally as strange as the Force.

Cassian doesn’t care where the crow came from when it binds onto Krennic’s hand, and the shot only hits him in the leg.

Jyn smiles when the black bird flies in Krennic’s face, wings flapping around his head, giving her a moment longer to achieve her goal.

They die knowing they have given hope to a galaxy that has almost forgotten it.