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Who, am I?
“I need to know, what, and who I really am.”
The demand lingering somewhat heated in the air. The question thrown having hung up there suspended in space and time for what seemed like an eternity even if only a spell passed in reality.
The answer, not an easy one to give.
But Omega still needed to know the answer. The cloak and dagger game of her life having gone on long enough. Bits and snippets having been dropped for the hungry child ever since she had escaped Kamino all that time ago. But the lot of them mere unfitting pieces of a puzzle to be assembled. Not easily anyway. No bigger picture forming of those pieces.
And so, as Omega stood there, face to face with the two, one of them a former adversary, the other someone she had only come to know recently. Omega was sure between the two of them, they would be able to give her the answer she sought. After all, she had managed to negotiate her freedom with the hunters so far…
“Omega…”
Fennec Shand had been commissioned to bring the high value target back to the Empire. To Mount Tantiss. To Doctor Hemlock. Only now, Fennec was having second, even third thoughts about the bounty. And this, wasn’t the first time either. As it had happened before too and with Omega.
Especially since the involvement of the former Sith and bounty hunter now turned, Jedi(?) or something similar. The woman having crossed Fennec’s path, making her see the flip side of the coin in the process. Not all being as black and white anymore. Not that it really had ever been that for Fennec. But, yeah, she was still a hunter.
“Don’t!”
Omega’s finger rose in warning. She was done taking any more bantha poop from anyone. She knew her worth. But she also knew what she was capable of. After all, she had escaped from the infamous imperial base.
Omega also suspected Fennec knew more than she was telling. The all too brief exchange from their previous encounter having left an impression on Omega that Fennec knew more about Omega’s origins than she cared to share.
“If I may.”
The raspy voice of Asajj Ventress broke the verbal fight before it had a chance to even fully begin.
“Yes?”
Omega turned her angry glare (the one she had copied from Crosshair) at the other bounty hunter. The two of them in cahoots to get this, important clone child delivered back to Doctor Hemlock’s Chamber of Horrors. Alas, all was not as it seemed to be as Omega had found out after having been recaptured by these two, ladies.
“I have some… shall we say insight to these things and if you’d like, I can help you with your… little predicament here.
“Little?!” Omega grew even angrier, ready to lash out at any moment. (Yup, she had hung around Crosshair a tad too long it seemed, but it was coming quite handy at the very moment.)
“Ventress!” Fennec not really as trusting of the former Sith slash Sister of Dathomir slash Jedi slash bounty hunter… oh this was all giving Fennec a great big headache for sure!
“Well, as I stated before to you my dear, I would not be as quick on delivering her to the Empire.”
Fennec simply gave Ventress a snide stare. But Ventress wasn’t as easily threatened as that.
“I’ve been where you are my child.” Well close anyway but that wasn’t really the point Ventress was trying to make here. “And if you are willing to trust me, I can show you something of your… shall we say, essence?”
Omega still looked untrusting and suspicious. But she too wanted to know.
“How, exactly?”
“Well I wasn’t always a bounty hunter.” Ventress chuckled.
“She is a Force wielder, Omega.” Fennec explained, as she too was beginning to come around to Ventress’ suggestion, as perhaps the Empire wasn’t the best place for Omega after all. Not really.
Omega stared at Ventress, trying very hard to read her. But it wasn’t as easy as that reading the… well, whatever the woman was at the moment. But Omega was intrigued just the same.
Oh yes, Omega was curious about Ventress for sure and most importantly she needed to know. What and whom she was. And clearly everything Omega had learnt so far, the pieces starting to click finally, her existence having something to do with… the um…yeah… the Force. Her being in possession of something the Emperor needed from her. Whatever it just might be.
And so.
“I’m game.”
“Good.” Ventress leered and offered for Omega to take a seat right beside her. “Let’s begin my dear child.”