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Omega and Tech ran for the cover of the trees. Tech covered their retreat though Omega was dying to do the same for him. When she made it to the closest tree, she turned and fired at their adversaries, the purple energy bolts making them duck.
“Omega, get back,” Tech admonished.
She tried to do as he said, and tripped over a root, falling backwards. Her helmet protected her head, thankfully, but ow!
Sharp pain alighted in her elbows, the air was knocked out of her, and her right wrist throbbed and ached.
Tech was soon by her side, helping her up, and taking her farther into the shadows of the trees. The shooting stopped for now.
“Are you all right?” Tech asked her.
She brushed herself off, and winced as she looked at her elbows, expecting…
Yep, she’d skinned them. Not the worst injury ever, thankfully. She was almost embarrassed by the simple mistake she’d made.
”I’m fine.”
She turned her right wrist to see how her bow had handled the fall and she cried out; the throbbing had gone into her fingers from that movement.
Immediately Tech was there, gently taking her bow and setting it down, and he held her wrist, examining it closely. It was already starting to swell a little.
“I don’t believe anything is broken,” he told her. “How does it feel if I do this?” Tech pulled her hand down, palm up, which didn’t hurt much.
“Fine.”
“And this?” He turned her wrist, holding her palm up and out.
Omega bit her lip against a cry as she nodded, shifting her weight from leg to leg, left hand in a fist, as she resisted the urge to pull away from Tech. She understood he was trying to help her.
“Hmm.”
He let go to put his pack down and started going through it. Omega anxiously peered through the trees.
“What about the sentries we’re supposed to be distracting?”
“I’m tracking their heat signatures. They’re still proceeding towards us as planned.”
“Shouldn’t we be, I don’t know, firing at them?”
“Can you see them?”
“No.”
“Well keep an eye out.”
“On it.”
Tech gently took her left arm and poured water from his canteen on her elbow. Omega winced, but didn’t stop looking for the sentries, peering side to side like she’d been taught.
Tech cleaned out the grit on the scrape on her other arm as well. Thankfully they weren’t bleeding much at all.
Tech took out a chill pac that didn’t need freezing beforehand. He snapped it and shook the contents, then started bandaging it to Omega’s wrist.
“Your wrist is probably sprained,” he told her as he worked. “I’ll wrap it properly once the mission’s over.”
“Can I still use my bow?”
“I would not recommend it.”
“Tech, get down!” Omega cried, noticing movement to her right.
She threw herself at him and towards the ground. A blaster bolt shot over their heads.
“I would recommend using your bow,” he said, changing his tune.
He pushed her off of him so he could quickly pack up.
Omega grabbed her weapon, and fired, wrist aching. But already the cold of the chill pac was doing its work.
“I have an idea,” Tech said as he took up firing with her, both of them carefully backing up.
Omega smiled. When didn’t he have an idea?
“If we circle back around and get to the main gates we can sabotage them. I’m sure that’ll distract them plenty.”
“Hunter said to leave those gates alone in case he needed to get through.”
“This is plan B.”
“Didn’t we already do that one? And C?”
“Fine, this is plan D.” He glanced over at her, checking her over. “Be careful of your wrist.”
“I know.”
Omega smiled from Tech’s worry over her. It was a comfort against the pain, and the way her heart raced. She knew he would look out for her, just as she looked out for him. Always.