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[jedipoodoo]

BITCH DID THEY READ MY FIC???

[jedipoodoo]

Thanks for the tag!

"Hunter," Omega sobbed, her nails grating at the plastoid of Wrecker's armor. She couldn't help but think about how much the noise always annoyed Hunter.

"It's okay, ad'ika," Wrecker gently patted her back, "You're safe now."

Omega shook her head vigorously. "Hunter's dead."

NPT: @the-shadow-of-atlantis @queenquazar @themaridenstationchronicles @allwhoponder @cloned-eyes @starrylothcat @ anyone else who follows me and writes, consider yourself tagged I need to pay more attention to how many of you write.

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thanks for the tag @cacodaemonia

This is from the same story as the last one, that I'm hoping to finish for Haunted Clone Week.

“A succinct explanation. Thank you, commander,” Mace said. “All three of you will now be escorted to the halls of healing without delay, while we deal with - all of this.”

No pressure tagging, hmm, who did I not tag last time @lizardberries, @alamogirl80, @frostbitebakery, @laurabwrites, @walls-actul-ly, @blirzy, @letitrainathousandflames, @adiduck

[torijane13]

I adore you every day since I first met you 🤗❤🌹🦋 I wish there was something I could do to sweeten your beautiful existence - ttmat xoxo

Thank you. I appreciate it. Feel free to message me off of anon anytime

[fred-mayer]

L ’ASSEMBLÉE NATIONALE N’EST PAS L’ÉTAT

Les membres de l’Assemblée nationale, ou du Parlement sont des représentants du peuple, et non d l’État. Les représentants de l’État doivent se présenter comme étant politiquement neutre, pas les représentants du peuple. Il en va de même pour la religion. L’État est neutre religieusement, tout comme ceux qui le représente. Les citoyens ne sont pas neutre face à la religion, pourquoi leur assemblée devrait-elle l’être?

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[jedipoodoo]

love you to the moon and to saturn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

part four: a million little stars spelling out your name

Notes/warnings: suicidal ideation, kidnapping, hostage situation, gags and restraints, Omega blames herself for all the bad things that has happened, but then she gets cuddles.

Omega kept herself tucked behind Wrecker as he eagerly shot a stream of blaster fire down the hall. Crosshair's shots were staggered, but more precise, taking out the TK Troopers one by one with careful calculation. Omega helped where she could with her stolen blaster, aiming carefully the way Echo had taught her.

Echo handed Wrecker a shock grenade, listing off a series of numbers to him and Crosshair. Wrecker launched the grenade with just the tiniest bit of restraint, so that when Crosshair shot the grenade, it maximized its field of impact and took out a majority of the TKs.

Wrecker gave a joyous whoop. “It's good to have you back, Cross!“

Omega looked up at her prodigal brother, and just may have caught the flash of a smile.

“So what do we do about Hunter?” Crosshair asked.

“The pill should have worn off by now. He'll meet with Rex and Cody at the command center to procure escape transport for all of us,” Echo said.

“How's it going with the lifts?” Wrecker asked.

Echo's scomplink was hooked up to the access for the turbo lifts. There was only one in the entire mountain to prevent escape, such as this occasion. If Echo could shut off the lift's security, he could gain access to allow the rest of the clones to escape.

“Their backups are kicking in, security’s going into overdrive. Where's Tech when you need him?” Echo grunted.

Omega bit her lip and tried not to cry, the tears would block her vision. She couldn't afford to mourn her brother and the family that would never be together again, not when they were so close to victory. She grit her teeth and kept firing, even as her eyes stung to the point where she didn't even notice her blaster had run out of juice.

“Omega!” Crosshair barked. He grabbed her shoulder and shoved her behind him.

“You'll jam your blaster that way. Grab a magazine from one of the dead troopers.” He waved passively at the smattering of bodies that lay in the small space between them and Echo at the lift’s door. Each of the fallen TKs had a blaster of their own, with a magazine at at least half power. Omega grabbed the nearest on and began to disassemble it the way Wrecker had taught her, when the lift gave a soft chime.

“Are we in?” Wrecker asked in almost glee.

“That wasn't me…” Echo said nervously.

The lift doors opened, and the Commandos visor immediately locked onto Omega.

He only took one step towards her when Echo drew his blaster and jammed it into the belly of his chestplate, taking him out at point blank range. The next commando in the lift body slammed him, ripping his scomp from the wall socket.

“Echo!” Omega leaped to his aide with and empty blaster, finally drawing Wrecker and Crosshair's attention.

The third and final commando in the lift didn't seem interested in a fight. He grabbed Omega by her bad arm, wrenching it backwards until she cried out in pain. Wrecker shot at the offending commando, but missed, and his comrade shot back.

Wrecker shielded Crosshair as Echo lay still on the floor, his scomp arm smoking, and tried to fend off two fronts at the same time.

The two surviving commandos dragged Omega into the lift and sealed the door behind them. The whole thing was over in a matter of seconds.

Omega could hear Wrecker shouting her name for just a moment, and then the lift shot upwards, leaving her stomach behind.

It was a few moments before the pain in her shoulder subsided enough that she could breathe, though the commando still held it in a death grip so that she wouldn't escape. The pain dulled to a throb, and her bottom lip trembled with every measured breath.

The door opened, and Hemlock was waiting for her with three more TK guards.

Omega's eyes went wide, and she froze in terror.

"Move out," Hemlock snapped, nodding down the hall. The five TK troopers marched after him, dragging Omega with them.

"No!" Omega shrieked as she realized what was happening, and dropped all her weight, determined to slow them down, but the one TK trooper kept a firm grip around both her wrists as his companions slipped binds around them.

"Let go of me! Let go!" Omega struggled harder, but the TKs weren't interested in fighting her. They yanked her forward and tossed her over a shoulder, not at all the comforting hold that Wrecker had on her.

"Hunter!" She screamed.

"Keep her quiet!" Hemlock snarled. The trooper tried to cover her mouth with his hand, but Omega jerked away, writhing in his arms.

"Echo! Wrecker! Help me! Hun-"

Since she was proving uncooperative, one of the other troopers snatched a belt used to strap the subject to the table, cinching it around her head and gagging her mouth shut.

Omega tried to cough around it, forcing herself to breathe through her nose, but the troopers hardly cared for her comfort. They followed earnestly in Doctor Hemlock's footsteps. Omega felt around her head, searching for the belt release. It cut into her cheeks and pulled at her hair, but she couldn't find the buckle, so she tried tugging on it instead, trying to dig her fingers under the strap to pull it loose, to let Hunter and the others know where she was.

Hemlock knew that she was the only one who could stop this attack. Her brothers would fall back, so long as they were allowed to retreat with her. But he would be a fool to hand her over, because in the moment that he surrendered his prize would be the moment his complete and utter destruction was assured. So long as he had his hands on Omega--alive--he couldn't be touched.

A few moments after this realization, the trooper set her down, convinced she would walk without resistance. He was immediately proven wrong when Omega attempted to dart off down an empty hall, and she had a blaster shoved between her shoulders again.

This part of the mountain almost seemed abandoned. The clones were down in the lower levels, fighting their way towards freedom, so where was Hemlock taking them? He was obviously trying to escape, but how?

This question was answered when Hemlock approached an otherwise nondescript door, quickly punching in his usual access code. Omega almost had it memorized after seeing him do it so often, but she could never catch a glimpse of the middle two numbers.

The door swooshed open to reveal a hidden hangar, with a single quad-jumper.

It couldn't have seated more than five people, max. It wasn't meant to be lived in the way that they lived on the Marauder, but half of the ship was made up by the two giant engines on either side of the rear access ramp. It was fast.

Omega's eyes widened in fear, but the blaster between her shoulder blades kept her moving forward.

This was it. Hemlock would take her away again. Her brothers would never find her. She would be alone, hurt and terrified, for the rest of her life.

"Omega!"

One blaster bolt hit a guard in the chest, another fell with the squelching of blood as Hunter drew his knife.

It was him. He was alive, just like Echo said. He was alive, and still fighting his way towards her on unsteady feet. The tattooed skin above his eyebrow was purpling and bruised, and he squinted to see where he was going. His jaw was set, and he smelled heavily of blaster fire and the fresh blood of the trooper he had just knifed.

"Hunter!"

The gag fell, hanging around her neck, and Omega tried to make a run for it.

Her head was yanked back, and she screamed as fingers were laced into her hair and twisted sharply.

"Stop him!" Hemlock screamed, fear dripping from his voice. The three remaining commandos that had been escorting them charged at Hunter, but Omega and Hemlock both knew they would be no match for the sergeant of the Bad Batch.

Hemlock continued towards the solitary ship as briskly as he could while dragging Omega by the hair. Omega managed to free her hands from the belt and clawed at his arm with her fingernails, trying to work her hair free. She didn't care how badly it hurt, or how much hair she lost, all she wanted was to be with Hunter again. To be with her brothers, to feel safe, to be a family again.

He reached the ramp, and Omega dropped to her knees. If Hemlock wanted to take her with him, she would only go kicking and screaming.

Hemlock’s composure was beginning to slip. He kept his fingers ensnared in Omega's hair, trying to hold her at a safe distance from his face as Omega lashed out wildly with her arms.

“You little-”

"I'm coming, Omega!" Hunter shouted. He kicked one of the commandos in the neck with a loud crack, another took a vibroblade to the shoulder, and the last one was shot in the throat. Hemlock didn't have anything else he could throw at Hunter to distract him now. Even though he fairly limped towards the quad-jumper, he still looked terrifying, or at least he must have looked so to Hemlock.

Omega reached out for Hunter. She wasn't crying, but sticky tears streamed down her cheeks from the pain in her head. Hemlock’s grip tightened, and Omega felt the muzzle of a small blaster pressed into the back of her neck.

“Stop right there, or she dies.” After a brief breakdown, Hemlock was back to his calm, collected aura.

Hunter stopped a few feet away, his eyes locked on Omega's.

“Hunter, please,” her bottom lip quivered. She didn't care about the blaster. She would rather be shot dead right then and there if the only other option was to be trapped and alone with Doctor Hemlock.

Hunter held up his weapons, pointing them away from Omega.

“It's okay, kid, it's gonna be okay,” He said softly, like she was the only one who could hear his promise.

How? How was it supposed to be okay? Hemlock and the Empire had them on their knees. Hemlock would take her again, somewhere isolated and far away, somewhere dark and sterile, like Kamino, where she would never see her brothers again.

“I have to say, I'm impressed. I actually didn't think you would make it this far.”

“You'll find I'm full of surprises,” Hunter quipped, an impatient edge to his voice. He was never one for smart remarks, that was always Echo or Wrecker, but he was angry, and angry made him snarky.

Hemlock dropped to one knee, but kept his hands where they were, leaning in close so that he could taunt Hunter by whispering in Omega's ear.

“I've read the files, you know. You're a talented leader, Sergeant. A perfect record under your command, and a refusal to never leave one of your own behind. Well, until one of your own turned against you, that is.”

Hunter bristled. Omega knew from the beginning how much it pained Hunter that Crosshair refused to go with them. But how were they meant to force Crosshair to come with them when he kept trying to kill them? Even after his chip was confirmed to be removed.

“It must have been quite the shock to realize that he tried to contact you after so long, and with a warning, of all things. I'm sure your first instinct was to drop everything and find him.”

Omega bit her lip, and Hemlock stood, tugging in her hair even more.

"But no..." Hemlock droned on, "You're their leader. You know better. You would never take such unnecessary risks..."

Omega refused to look at Hemlock, though he shook her roughly. She'd spent enough time with him to know that spine curdling sensation that created a pit in her stomach meant that Hemlock's eyes were on her. Studying, no, examining her like a dissected frog.

"Tell me Omega, was it you who begged them to rescue Crosshair? By any means necessary?"

Omega's throat swelled shut as her eyes began to sting.

"It's a wonder you came for her," Hemlock laughed darkly. Hemlock didn't chuckle, he laughed, as if he actually took joy in making others suffer. In making clones suffer.

"All the trouble she's caused. Think about it, Hunter, is she truly worth all of this? You could have lived the rest of your life in seclusion, parading around the galaxy without a care, but you had to come back for her. For them."

"They're my brothers," Hunter snarled, "And she's my sister."

“Oh really?” Hemlock hummed in amusement.

There was an explosion in the distance, and the mountain shook with the sound of a thousand men crying for freedom.

Omega was yanked to her feet with a yelp. Hunter lunged forward, but Hemlock pressed the blaster deeper into Omega's neck. It felt like it was cutting into the skin. Hunter froze.

“I'm afraid my time has run short. Pleasure, as always, Sergeant. Relay my greetings to your brothers, will you?”

Hemlock dragged her up the ramp and Omega drew rapid breaths, trying to keep calm. This was it. No success for the infamous Bad Batch this time.

"Hunter, I...I'm so sorry!" She sobbed, "I didn't mean to get captured!"

"I know, kid, it's okay."

"Big words coming from a man with no leverage." Hemlock took his hand with the blaster from Omega's neck, reaching over to shut the airlock.

That was all Hunter needed.

“Shut up you hut'uun.”

The unfamiliar word made Hemlock pause just long enough for Hunter to fire.

Hunter shot Hemlock five times in rapid succession. Omega leaped away from his corpse as he crumpled to the floor. She tumbled down the ramp and into the waiting arms of Hunter. He pulled her close as he gasped her name.

"I've got you, I've got you," He whispered, and Omega sobbed.

She tried to pull away. It was too dangerous, there was too much at stake. They couldn't stay like this for long, someone was bound to find Hemlock's secret hanger bay and capture them all again. And though Hunter surely knew all of this, he kept his arms firmly around Omega, carding his hand through her hair in a soothing motion that made her breathing slow and her body's trembling subside.

Omega stopped trying to pull away, and let herself sit in his arms. Her arms were pinned against her chest, and Hunter refused to let go of her, so she was left to let her tears run down the tip of her nose and disappear into the folds of Hunter's scarf.

The chaos and alarms of the base faded farther and farther away, and Omega turned to hide her face in Hunter's chest, her nails grating against his chestplate for some kind of grip.

"I-I'm so, s-s-so so-sorry!"

Hunter took her face in his hands, making her look him in the eyes as he tried to wipe away the river of tears that ran down her face.

"Omega, you have nothing to apologize for."

How could he say that? After all she'd just put him through?

His hands were trembling as he caressed her face. He had to be in so much pain, how could he bear to touch her like this?

Omega sniffed loudly, feeling less and less like the soldier she wanted to prove she could be and more and more like a scared little girl. "Hemlock’s right. None of this would have happened if you had just left me on Kamino."

"Oh Omega," He whispered. The words caught in his throat. His fingers dug into the shirt at her back, and Omega let him pull her closer and closer.

"If I had left you on Kamino, I would hate myself. I know that for a fact."

Omega had to stop and take a deep breath, thrown off by this confession.

Hunter sighed, and it was impossible to miss the hitch in his voice.

"I missed you kid," He whispered.

At this, Omega finally broke down.

She let out a strangled cry in the midst of her sobs and finally managed to wrap her arms tightly around his neck.

"I missed you too, Hunter," She sobbed. Her fingers were tangled in his hair. It was greasy, like he hadn't showered, but it was still soft, and smelled faintly like the ti'il blossom shampoo that he liked so much. The thought of flowers reminded her of Pabu, filling her stomach with a sudden calm in the midst of its acrobatics.

"Are...are we still going back to Pabu?" She whispered in a shaky voice.

She felt his head nod a yes. "If that's where you want to go. We can go wherever in the galaxy that you want." He promised.

Before Omega could question whether Hunter intended to make good on his promise, his comm buzzed.

"Hunter! It's gettin' hot out here! Did you find Omega?" Wrecker asked.

"She's right here, Wrecker," Hunter thumbed on his comm, keeping one arm firmly around Omega as he picked up his helmet, "Lock onto my coordinates, and let's get out of here."

He gathered her gangly, skinny limbs in his arms and stood. Omega instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and Hunter kept one hand on her back, the other supporting her bottom. She was just starting to nuzzle into his neck when they heard the door buzzing.

Hunter shot before Omega could blink, locking the door and keeping the Empire out.

"Omega, no matter what happens, hold onto me. Got it?"

Omega froze, locking her arms around him. The distant explosions and alarms filled her head like they had the day Kamino was attacked. Locked up, alone in Nala Se’s lab. Ninety-Nine told her to stay there, to hide no matter what.

He never came back.

“Omega,” Hunter patted her cheek insistently, and she blinked back at him.

Hunter grit his teeth and pulled his helmet on. “Just stay with me, okay kid?”

"Okay," She whispered, terrified that the troopers would hear her despite the fact that they already knew they were here.

Hunter carried her over to the corner, where the controls of the bay door glowed in the dim, one-ship hanger. He fiddled with a few of the buttons for a moment, and with a "ding" of approval, the doors began to open. Slow and loud, rising from the floor. Then the sun hit her eyes, and Omega winced, burying her face in Hunter's scarf again.

Hunter ducked under the door, stepping out onto the edge of the cliff carved into the mountainside.

Engines shrieked in the distance; the twin ion engines that haunted her sleepless nights, and a set of heavier, modified engines, streaking towards them over the emerald forests she hardly let herself dream of seeing again.

The Marauder swerved to a stop, hovering just at the edge of the cliff. The ramp extended, and Crosshair stood at the top, extending his arm towards them.

"Come on!" He snapped.

Hunter backed up a few paces, still holding her tightly. Ignoring however many of his injuries that were plaguing him at that moment, he took a running leap. Omega felt her stomach drop as they were airbourne for one blissful moment, and then they tumbled into the hold of the Marauder.

“Get us out of here!” Crosshair snarled to Echo in the pilot’s seat.

“We’re still waiting on the last ship. Wrecker, how are we doing back there?” Echo asked.

Wrecker laughed, “Keep ‘em coming, boys! I can do this all day!”

Hunter chuckled, and Omega could almost bring herself to smile. Crosshair pulled them both into the seats, and not a moment too soon. Echo poured as much of the Marauder’s energy as he could into the engines. Omega held on to Hunter as the ship was tossed about, dodging blasterfire and distracting the Imperials at Weyland long enough for the last ship bearing all the clone prisoners to take off.

“Everyone’s clear boys, make the jump!” A familiar voice that could only be Rex crackled over the ship’s comm.

Omega lifted her head so she could see what was going on, and the brilliant blue light of hyperspace filled the cabin.

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[jedipoodoo]

love you to the moon and to saturn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

part three: all you had to do was stay

Notes/Warnings: General angst, recovery from torture, etc. Omega has MASSIVE survivor's guilt.

Omega screamed. Emerie and the TKs took a step back, reeling at the cry of pain from such a small girl.

Hemlock sighed, and pushed Omega away, towards Emerie. Hemlock listed off instructions as if nothing had happened, but Omega couldn't hear them. Her heart was breathing fast, too fast, like Hunter's had. She couldn't hear anything, but as Emerie tugged on her arm, Omega realized that they were trying to take her away.

"Let go of me!”

"We're taking you back to your cell-" Emerie tried to say, as if that was supposed to make Omega more cooperative.

Omega screamed again, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She pulled her arm from Emerie's grasp and tried to make a break for Hunter, but Emerie looped her arms around Omega's waist, dragging her towards the door.

“I thought you were my friend!” Omega cried, beating her fists against Emerie's ribs.

"I am!" she hissed, and the woman who was supposed to be Omega's sister ripped her away from Hunter's side, "If you and your friends simply did as the Doctor asked, you wouldn't be in this mess!"

"I don't want to do as he says!" Omega screamed. She kicked Emerie's shin, and stomped her foot, digging her foot into Emerie's insole. Emerie gasped at the pain and Omega slipped from her grasp, running back to Hunter.

"Hunter! Hunter wake up!" she screamed. She shook him once, twice, and tugged at his restraints. She managed to undo the buckle around his wrist, before two troopers took over for Emerie. They yanked her away from her brother without ceremony, tossing her over their shoulder as they carried her from the room, so that her last view of Hunter would be him laid before Hemlock on a medical table.

Omega was flung into her cell as limp and as heavy as a whaladon out of water. Crosshair hissed between his teeth, but he didn’t say anything until long after the guards were gone.

"Psst, Kid, you okay?"

It must have been the fact that she wasn't moving that struck fear in his tone. Crosshair wasn't usually concerned with her.

Omega didn't care. How was she supposed to have the energy to care when Hunter was dead?

She whimpered, and a few sobs came out, but that was it. She heard Crosshair shuffling around in his cell a few moments later when she didn't answer.

What would she even say to him anyway? "Hunter came to rescue you after all this time but I got him killed! Sorry Cross!" Omega sobbed again.

It was her fault. All her fault.

Out of nowhere, alarms began to wail, echoing through the Mountain. Omega flinched, curling in on herself. She didn’t care anymore. How could she? What else mattered in life if her brothers were dead?

She could see the glee in Hemlock’s eyes as she tried to keep her own squeezed shut. It was her fault they kept dying. Tech died because she wanted to save Crosshair so badly, and now Hunter was dead because he’d tried to save her. How many more of her brothers would have to die because of her?

“Omega?”

Her ears were playing tricks on her. She’d inhaled too many of the fumes from the Bavo-six. The voice sounded just like Hunter’s, but not like him at the same time. It was too gruff, too stern.

“Omega! Crosshair!” More voices, getting closer, but Omega refused to look up. They blended together in a crescendo right outside her cell, and Omega pulled her knees closer, trying not to let them hear her sniffle.

“Cross! You're here! "

"Is she-”

“No, she’s alive.”

“They dropped her in there a while ago. She hasn’t said anything.”

“Omega! It’s us! We’re breakin’ ya out!”

There was the tiny twitch in the air and the red light vanished from the edge of her vision that meant the shield door was down. A large hand covered her shoulder and gave her a meaningful nudge.

“Omega?” Wrecker sounded so scared, so worried, she had to look up at him.

There he stood, crouched over her with his skull-faced bucket balanced on top of his head just so. As she blinked up at him, a smile grew across his face, and his eyes crinkled in delight.

“Heya kid, it’s time to go.”

“Wrecker,” She gasped, and threw her arms around him. He had never felt so real, from the chuckle in his throat and the scar pressed against her cheek and the faint scent of Mantell Mix on his breath. Wrecker swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the cell into the hall, where Echo placed a hand on her knee, reassuring her that he was close. Other voices, the steady thrum of brothers talking in hushed, nervous voices echoed beneath the blaring of alarms. Safety’s clicked, and blaster packs were clipped into place as weapons were handed out by Echo and Rex’s clone unit. They were the only ones wearing armor, a mix of dull white and the bright paints that signified freedom and safety.

“Heya kid!” Gregor popped out of nowhere, grinning at Omega with a wave like nothing was wrong. Omega waved at him before she could even think about it, still wrapped up in Wrecker’s secure hold. She couldn’t help the way her legs wrapped as far around his waist as they could go, just for the extra security.

“You haven’t met Wolffe, haveya?” the yellow paint on Gregor’s armor was a bright contrast to the gray animalistic prints on the new clone he was introducing.

“Commander of the Wolfpack! Fiercest men in the Grand Army of the Republic!”

Wolfe shrugged off Gregor’s arms, “Formerly.” He reminded Gregor with a bitter tone.

The proportions of Gregor’s shoulderpads looked a little goofy, but they also reminded Omega of Hunter’s shoulderpads. Wrecker always liked to joke that he was trying to make up for his lack of height.

Omega hid her face in Wrecker’s shoulder as the tears began to sting.

“Where are the other cells?” Echo asked.

“The floor above us and the floor below are the only two that are still occupied,” Crosshair said grimly, “Everyone else is gone.”

The hum of voices took a sharp dip, like everyone was waiting for orders.

“Wolffe, Gregor, take the lower floor. We’ll take the next one,” Echo drew his blaster as Omega gave an embarrassingly loud sniff.

“Omega, are you okay?” Echo asked.

"Huh-Hunter," Omega sobbed, her nails grating at the plastoid of Wrecker's armor. She couldn't help but think about how much the noise always annoyed Hunter.

"It's okay, ad'ika," Wrecker gently patted her back, "You're safe now."

Omega shook her head vigorously. "Hunter's dead."

“Oh,” Echo said softly. He walked around to Wrecker’s shoulder so that he could look at Omega, slipping his helmet under his arm.

“Omega, Hunter’s not dead.”

“Yes he is!” Omega screamed, “He came and he tried to save us but we got caught and Hemlock tortured him and he died! And I couldn’t even do anything about it!”

The silence in the wake of Omega’s explanation was suffocating. She was pretty sure that it was only Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo left with her as the rest of the clones tried to finish their mission.

“Omega, you have to trust me,” Echo said, though his voice was uncertain, “This is all part of the plan. We stole a v-wing, so when Hunter landed in the hangar, it planted a bug that took down Tantiss’ security. So while Hemlock was interrogating Hunter, he was distracted from the rest of us coming out of hyperspace so we could mount the real rescue.”

Omega had a very childish glob of snot leaking out of her nose, and she tried to wipe it away with her shirt sleeve, “But…but Hemlock killed him. I saw…I saw his heartbeat flatline.”

“Now that there’s a neat little trick!” Wrecker bounced her in his arms to help her sit up, “We got the idea from Wolffe. See, he managed to convince his CO he was dead by taking this pill from Felucia that slows down your heartbeat, and that’s how he escaped the Empire!”

Omega blinked through her thick tears. “...what?”

“Hunter’s gonna be alright,” Echo said, “He’ll meet us at the Marauder once all our brothers are free.”

Omega’s chest untwisted a little.

It was going to be okay.

Hunter's head pounded.

But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.

He was still strapped to the examination table. It smelled of sweat, blood, and tears from a thousand brothers, and Hunter felt sick. He wanted to be sick, but he couldn't let himself go just yet.

Omega, he had to find Omega. She was never going to forgive him for dying on her, and he had to make it up to her as quickly as possible.

Hunter opened his eyes to look around. There appeared to be no one else in the vicinity, but Hemlock stood in front of several data screens with his comms, yelling about the clones. Hunter could see streams of identical men on the screens before Hemlock, jumping the TKs and stealing their blasters, destroying precious machinery and making their way to the hangar bay, where dozens of V-Wing fighters were all on fire.

One of his hands was unrestrained, so carefully, Hunter reached up and released the belt on his forehead, his other wrist, and his ankles. His comm, knife, and blasters were just within arms reach, on the table scattered with a hundred operation tools. He gave himself a quick once-over, and was relieved to find that it appeared Hemlock hadn't used any of the ominous tools on him.

His comm silently flashed with the number four, the signal from Echo and Rex that Hunter was clear to proceed with the fourth phase of their plan.

Hemlock paced, yelling into his comm. He didn't notice Hunter as he sat up and reached for his blaster.

"You wanna know where my brothers are, you bastard?"

Hemlock froze, his head whipped around to spot Hunter with his blaster aimed at him.

"They're about to rain hell all over your precious secret lab."

Hunter fired his blaster, but the effects from the shock therapy still had him in a stranglehold. Hemlock dodged easily and sprinted for the door.

"Get the girl!" he barked at his men. The door shut behind him, and Hunter staggered to his feet.

The girl. His girl. They could only mean Omega. Snatching up his knife, Hunter lunged for the door with a snarl, using his vibroblade to carve the security mechanism from the wall.

The doors opened, deactivated, and a single TK stared at him, stunned. Hunter blaster him without a second thought.

They were going after Omega, and he wouldn't let that go unpunished any longer.

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[jedipoodoo]

14! End of year game,!!!

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Well, I certainly didn't expect season two to end the way it did, so I'd have to say "to the moon and to saturn". Also "By Any Other Name". I've never really written whump before I started writing those two, and it's fun to lean into the painful side of things!

fanfic end of the year asks

[jedipoodoo]

love you to the moon and to saturn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

part one: i think your house is haunted

Notes/Warnings: multi-part fic. Omega whump, Omega POV, Hunter whump, hurt/comfort, Hemlock is a b*tch, Omega is tied up/restrained, Hunter gets beat up and Omega is forced to watch. I've been working on this since the finale and as per usual, this one-shot is now a multi-chapter fic. Enjoy the first chapter!

Omega was terrified.

The guards were always terrifying, always present, but today they were on edge.

They roughly slapped a pair of cuffs on her hands instead of simply telling her to stand, and dragged her from her cell. Omega blinked to clear her vision as the harsh red light was replaced with the white lights in the hall. The commando guards shoved her in front of them and jabbed a blaster in between her shoulder blades to urge her forward. 

Omega tried to get a good look at the cell across the hall. Crosshair stared back at her, eyes wide and mouth set in a firm line. She could almost believe he would jump to his feet, break down the walls of his cell, and run after her. But Crosshair wasn’t an idiot, and neither was Omega. What could he possibly do unarmed against two large, armored commandos? 

The familiar brown eyes watched her walk down the hall with as much grace as an imprisoned adolescent could muster. She glanced back at Crosshair as they loaded her into the elevator. His head was already in his hands.

Omega had long given up on resisting, it only ended up with her being hurt. Or worse, Crosshair being hurt. 

"The best thing you can do is cooperate," Emerie Karr, the woman who called herself Omega's sister, had warned. Emerie insisted that she had warned Crosshair of the same several times, but he had ever listened. Omega understood that Emerie had been trying to help them, but it felt like there was no sincerity behind it. 

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo were Omega's brothers, and they had come back to Kamino and certain doom for her. Crosshair was her brother even though he was loathe to act like it, and even he had risked everything to warn them, or so Emerie had told Omega. 

If Emerie was Omega's sister, why wouldn't she act like it? Why didn't she offer them another way out?

Omega frowned. Instead of going down, the elevator was taking them up. Omega was always brought in to watch Nala Se’s work in the labs below ground. Why were they taking her up?

She made herself breathe. Things were going well for them. Nala Se’s work was progressing well, even ahead of schedule, and she hadn’t stepped out of line lately, they couldn’t be punishing her. Perhaps this could be a reward?

Omega shuddered to think what kind of reward Doctor Hemlock would have in mind. Good or bad, she wanted nothing to do with him.

The elevator stopped just as one of the commandos received a comm.

“The timetable’s moved up,” He told his companion. They each placed a large hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward before the door was completely open. 

Omega stumbled over her feet, her hands stretched out in front of her to catch her balance, and tried to catch her bearings. This floor had the same light fixtures as all the other levels of Mount Tantiss, but everything was brighter. Sunlight seemed to come from some unseen windows as they moved her forward. 

Alarms began to go off, and Omega froze. 

“Move it stupid girl!” the butt of a blaster collided with the shoulder where she’d received several injections the day before.

Omega cried out in pain, and slapped a hand over her mouth. Humiliation swelled in her chest at how childish the noise was.

“You idiot!” The other commando snapped at his companion, and now all of them had stopped, even as the PA system announced an intruder alert. “You gotta keep her quiet or he’ll hear!” 

Omega bit her lip. Who was he?

“Isn’t that the whole point of this?” The first commando pointed out.

“Oh, right.” Before she could blink, they hit it again. Omega grit her teeth so that only a whimper made it through, but the pain drove her to her knees.

One of them yanked on her injured arm, and she screamed. It felt like her arm was being ripped out of its socket, white hot pain searing through her body and echoing off the metal walls. 

"Stop! Stop!" She gasped, but they tightened their grip on her arm and resumed dragging her down the hall. One of them took a few steps ahead to open a door. 

Why were they hurting her like this? What point were they trying to make? Hemlock's torture and experiments were sadistic, but they were never pointless. 

"AH!" she cried out as they yanked her arm again, and they tossed her into the room. 

Omega landed on her bad shoulder and whimpered. She tucked her arms into her chest to protect them, and looked around. The room was empty. It was barely larger than her cell, but brightly lit in comparison

The door behind her slid shut, and Omega clumsily stumbled to her feet. 

"Hey!" She slammed the manacled around her wrists against the door, sending a jolt of pain up her arm. After taking a deep breath to mitigate the pain, she gathered all her determination and the discipline Echo had taught her to slam her good shoulder against the door. If they wanted her to make some noise, she'd make some noise

"Let me out of here!" She screamed, slamming her fist on the door. It was solid beneath her hits, not even a dent, and the only window available was just barely out of her field of vision when she stood on her tiptoes. 

She felt rather stupid. She didn't even know if the commandos were still out in the hall. For all she knew they had dumped her in there and left. But Omega had enough of being treated like some animal, and she was going to make it known. 

"Hey! Let me go!" she screamed. 

The commandos didn't deign to reply to her, but she could hear them out in the hall. 

"Blast him!" one of them shouted. Blasterfire muffled any other noises they made, and Omega's heart beat faster. One of them cried out, and most of the blaster fire disappeared. There were a few more blasts, and then some grunts, harmonized with the clash of plastoid armor. 

With one final clatter, the noises stopped. 

Omega bit her lip and backed away from the door. Did she want to know what was on the other side of the door? What kind of creature had fought its way into Mount Tantiss and taken out the commandos? 

Her flight instinct took over as she heard them at the console, tapping the buttons. She scurried across the floor, trying to hide in the corner of the empty room as she curled into a ball and covered her face with her arms. 

The door slid open, and a helmet clattered to the floor. 

"Omega!" 

She gasped and looked up, unable to believe her ears or her eyes. 

"Huh…Hunter?" She whispered. 

Hunter stepped into the room. 

"Hey kid, it's okay," He whispered, holding out his arm towards her. 

Omega braced her hands against the wall, slowly pushing herself to her feet. She stumbled forward, and Hunter closed the rest of the distance between them, wrapping her up in his arms. 

"Hunter!" Omega sobbed. She looped her arms around his neck, still in the cuffs. Her left shoulder screamed in protest, but she ignored it. She had to hold onto him, to wrap her arms around his neck, bury her head in his scarf, to feel his arms around her, with a promise that they would never let go. 

"You came! I knew you'd come!" she said. 

"Yeah," He chuckled softly, "We came.

"I'll always come for you, kid." 

Omega looked up at him, "Are Echo and Wrecker here too?" 

Instead of answering, Hunter scooped her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

"About that…" 

Omega felt a sinking feeling deep down in her stomach. The lights overhead flickered out, and the red forcefield blocked the door, prohibiting their escape. Hunter shifted Omega to one arm and drew his blaster, fruitlessly aiming at the commandos and TK Troopers that flooded the hall outside the cell, an innumerable amount of blasters aimed at them. 

Omega shivered in Hunter's arms and he pulled her closer. 

"It's okay, it's okay," he told her. He took his eyes off the troopers for just a moment to whisper in her ear. 

"It's all part of the plan." 

"Sergeant Hunter, put down your weapons or we will be forced to shoot." One of the commanders warned. 

Hunter did as he was told. Without letting go of Omega, he crouched down and set his blaster on the ground, kicking it across the room towards the door. Then he drew his knife. In a classic display of Bad Batch noncompliance, he threw it at the shield, grinning to see several of the TK Troopers flinch before it landed just short of the door. 

With Hunter disarmed, the shield was deactivated and a dozen TK troopers swarmed them. One of them grabbed Omega under her shoulders to lift her off of Hunter and she whimpered.

“She’s hurt,” Hunter snarled, even as the troopers pulled him back by the shoulders. Another whacked their blaster against his groin, forcing Hunter to his knees.

Omega, still wearing her bindercuffs, was dropped unceremoniously on the ground and expected to stand on her own. Hunter’s hands were pulled behind his back and cuffed. 

“Good work, men.” This was a new commando standing in the doorway, with yellow paint on his armor.

“Bring them to Doctor Hemlock.”