The Bad Batch: Oneshots

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    Long chapter for y'all! Sorry for the wait. Ignore any typos as well 🫠     

     Omega sat patiently on the bar stool as her brothers were discussing the next mission with Cid in the back room. Once again, the job was 'too dangerous' as Hunter would put it, for her to be a part of. Omega hated when he said that. All missions were dangerous, yet she was always singled out. She had trained with the batch for most of her life and even her years on Kamino, she had watched carefully as the other clones were being taught in combat. She had mentioned this to Tech, hoping that he would see that she had the knowledge of simply defending herself. He, like everyone else, told her that she would have to take it up with the sergeant. Just in those words, she already knew the answer.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Echo emerged from around the corner, helmet tucked under his arm as he approached her.

"Sorry for the wait, Omega. Hope you weren't too bored," he said as he took a seat next to her.

"So," Omega started, a slight frown on her lips. "When are you guys leaving?"

Echo could sense the irritation in her voice right away. She sounded very much like Commander Tano when Skywalker ordered her to stay behind. That conversation ended up just being her ranting about how overprotective he was, so Echo had a clue where this conversation might be going

"Not for at least four weeks. Cid said it was a delicate operation that required a lot of planning. The facility is crawling with imperials as well as a few inquisitors."

Omega shifted in her seat, now feeling curious rather than irritated. "What's an inquisitor?"

Echo turned to her. "They're darkside force users who work under the Empire." He had forgotten that they had tried to keep her knowledge of the darkside limited. With everything that was going on with the Empire...with Crosshair, she didn't need something else to worry about.

"Oh, like a bad jedi? Is that why Hunter doesn't want me to come along on the mission?" Omega gave him an unimpressed look.

Echo nodded slightly. "Partly, but also because if you don't remember, there's still a bounty on your head."

Omega let out a sign of frustration as she slid off the stool, turning her back to Echo as she spiraled into a vortex of emotions. "I'm tired of all the bounty hunters, the Empire, the Kaminoans...I'm not an experiment!" Omega reached for her neck subconsciously, feeling the jewel that hung there. It was the gift that Nala Se had given her since officially becoming her medical assistant. She hated it. Ripping it off her neck, she tossed it to the furthest corner of the parlor.

"Omega—"

"And I'm not weak, you know!" Omega looked over her shoulder at Echo, her face flustered with sadness and anger. "I'm perfectly capable of coming on missions with the rest of you. How am I supposed to learn if you guys won't let me share the risk? Keeping me here isn't helping me improve my skills. Besides, I am older than all of you!"

Echo waited for her to finish her rant. He knew better than to try and interrupt. In a way he did agree with some things she said about obtaining more experience. However, she was still technically a kid, and he and the others agreed on wanting her to have somewhat of a normal childhood. Well, as normal as she could get in a group of clone mercenaries.

The ARC Trooper placed a gentle palm on the girl's shoulder as he spoke. "We're not denying that you're skilled, Omega. But as someone who knows what the battlefield is like, you're just not ready. You weren't put through rigorous training courses like the rest of us were." That was something he was grateful for. They were all too young for that kind of pressure. "One day, I promise that we'll teach you some more advanced skills, but for now, you're gonna have to stay behind on some missions, Omega."