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Omega heaved the GAR standard duffel over her shoulder, it felt like it weighed almost as much as Batcher. A hand landed on her head.
”Be safe kiddo,” his other hand offered something to her, Tech’s goggles, it had been almost two years since they lost him. She slowly grabbed them and slid them around her neck. “He’s with you too, just like us,” Omega turned and wrapped her brothers in a hug.
—-
The house was quiet with only three of them plus Batcher, Wrecker had started working more down at the docks, Crosshair sold some of his art and tattooing skills out on a gig basis, and nowadays Hunter struggled to get working.
He tried to work with the guard here, but he was too old fashioned for the gentle nature of the people here. Phee had tried to get him to come along with her quite a few times, it never worked. Crosshair and Wrecker the same. He’d only help Crosshair set up his booth on market days and that was it there.
The nursery kids were too young and he was too poorly educated to help the older kids. His face too distressing for the old folks home, or at least for one of the old folks. And the weight of his brother’s death still heavy on his shoulders, two years yesterday.
Two years too long.
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Omega had dozed off in the rec room on Rex’s new rebellion issued ship when an alarm started blaring.
“Everyone to battle stations now!” An unfamiliar voice called through the overhead comms. She scrambled off the couch and into the secondary pilot room sliding into her seat.
On the screens in front of her she could see the small damages done to the ship and glancing over them again she spotted the empire ship on the small old-style radar.
“Small nimbus-class starfighter, looks like an empire-adapted GAR ship,” Omega called out. “Doesn’t have a hyperdrive—there’s a larger ship nearby!”
“Start up the large radaring system, find the dock ship!” One of her superiors commanded. She ducked underneath the console to connect the system to power and displays before returning to her seat. The radar was still only picking up the nimbus-class.
”No other ships on radar! Might’ve dropped the nimbus and left,”
”Are we talking suicide mission?”
”We could be, or pilot could be getting picked up later,”
”Good thinking, leave radar on and watch for anything leaving lightspeed,”
”Yes sir!” Omega called out and went back to monitoring the info in front of her.
The opposing ship had done some damage but it seemed illogical for a single nimbus-class to be out alone and without a docking ship. Everything rocked from a maneuver and then her screens went dark.
”Enemy ship hit our power, leave things down except radar, damages, and power amounts otherwise focus power to the weapons and life support systems, main bridge is handling those,”
Omega once again slid under the console and readjusted all the power settings for the room; only a few people’s stations lit up now.
“Omega sitrep,”
“Damages to power, port hull, and long distance comms, nothing on radar, pilot knows where to hit us,”
“Sti-ren run to main bridge and tell Echo to get long distance comms on, confirm our next action with base,”
”Yes sir!,” the Duros girl called as she ran upstairs.
”Omega be prepared to hop off station,”
”Yes sir,” she called with a lamp held in her teeth as she opened the console’s upper panels to divert more power to main bridge comms.
“Omega, head to main bridge!” Sti-ren jogged through the door, the commander pointed her to Omega’s station right as she closed up the panel.
Omega quickly climbed the combination of ladders and steps to the main bridge, the ship was hectic with people everywhere working on something.
“Omega come here!” Her brother yelled for her.
”Yeah what’s up Echo, are the systems not coming online?”
”No those are fine, its the pilot,” he paused, for almost too long, “It’s CX-2”
”How!?” Omega was taken aback, “Hunter killed him, maybe they just named another CX-2,”
“Its his code in all the systems, we’re evacuating back to base so we can get more intel,” Echo leaned over and quickly switched power to the internal comms, “Strap-in we’re jumping,” Omega forced herself into one of the free jump seats behind the bridge and slammed her eyes shut, it couldn’t be him.
—-
The ship jumped to hyperspace in front of him.
“CX-2 report!” His comm startled him but he started immediately.
”The data has been transferred to my ship and the data-catcher planted sir,”
”And….”
”I damaged the ship’s communication, power, and hull, it is flyable but not for missions so it will have displaced its crew while repairs are done sir,”
”Did the rebels retreat?”
”Yes sir, they retreated to one of their bases, it was never said over communications which base they were to return to however, apologies sir,”
”Your punishment will be determined by the trainer when you return,”
”Yes sir,”
”The docking ship should be existing hyperspace now,”
”Thank you sir,”
—-
“What?” Hunter’s voice grew thicker with worry through the holo, “Echo, Omega needs to get placed somewhere remote now,”
”I know Sarge, it’s just harder when she actually has a position here now. When she was a kid we could just pick up and move but she’s got a life here, a job, people who depend on her,” His scomp scratched the back of his head, “Plus her reassignment letter came in today,”
”Does she know?”
“I’m not hiding it from her,”
”Echo this isn’t just about her feelings, this is about her survival and others survival if it is what we think it is,”
“Uh hi,” Omega popped her head up from under one of the other consoles on the bridge of the ship.
”Kark,”
”Echo how does one ARC trooper miss an entire clone?”
”To be fair we trained her,”
”I hate when you’re right,”
”So uh hate to break up the touching moment but I actually agree with Hunter,”
”What!?” Both her brothers shouted.
“I’m being targeted by a highly trained dead-man from the Empire, what good does it do for anybody if I’m just dragging them into my problems and into danger,” she paused, “I’m going to appeal it to the general here and I have a plan to fake some data to trail him away from all of us,”