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Omega sat on the steps of the Marauder, hands cupping her chin. It felt like an eternity since her brothers had left.
Hunter had told her, “Omega, you need to stay here, it’s too dangerous this time.”
She wanted to protest that every mission was dangerous, but it probably wouldn’t get her anywhere, at least not today. Not when Hunter had his mind set in stone like this.
“Okay,” she sighed.
Hunter put his helmet on and Omega’s brothers started away from her. She noticed Hunter look behind them to make sure she wasn’t following them. Omega rolled her eyes at her brother.
She’d been waiting for them to come back for maybe twenty minutes max, but it felt so much longer. At least she was outside. The sun blanketed Omega in warmth as she waited. The green trees on the hills across the chasm they had landed near.
A cool breeze blew through the crisp air. Omega shivered, pulling her jacket around her a bit tighter.
She shot onto her feet at the sound of clanking footsteps followed by blaster-fire. Her foot stepped forward.
“No!” She forced herself to stand there. “Hunter told me to stay here.” But it sounds like they’re in trouble! Omega argued with herself as the blaster-fire got louder. I can’t just stand here while my brothers could be getting hurt! Omega squeezed her hands into fists. She sprinted towards the sound of the blaster-fire.
Omega turned the corner, a blue blaster bolt missing her shoulder by an inch. She ducked behind a container, pulling her bow off her back. Omega peeked over the top of the container. Her brothers were taking cover behind a couple obstacles extremely close to the edge of the chasm about ten-feet away from where she was. She gulped, seeing the group of droids shooting at her brothers. Omega readied her bow, aiming it at one of the droids. She knew as soon as she shot that arrow they would know she was here. Omega released the arrow towards the droids. The beam of pink electricity soared through the air, hitting one of them. As she ducked back behind the container Omega swore she could hear Hunter shaking his head.
“GO!” Hunter yelled. He must’ve been referring to the whole group, and not just her because she saw the rest of her brothers start running in different directions.
Omega started running back to the ship. She tucked into a roll, feeling a tingling sensation behind her. A blaster bolt sped ahead of her.
She shot up from the ground, turning to face the direction of everything. Wrecker was on the right a few feet away from her. Tech was less than a foot away on her left and Hunter was…
Omega’s head snapped towards the sound of sliding gravel above her. Every muscle in her body froze seeing the crates sliding off the ledge above Hunter, whose blasters were pointed at the old droids firing at the group. He wouldn’t have time to get out of the way.
The world around her seemed to move in slow motion. The sounds of blaster fire and yelling were muffled in her ears. The crates were falling straight. Towards. Hunter.
Omega’s legs were frozen in place. She couldn’t run. Her vision tunnelled, instincts taking control. One of her arms shot out in front of her. “NO!” She screamed. Hunter flew across the platform, narrowly avoiding the cliffside as the crates clattered to the ground. As if the power in Omega’s voice had pushed him out from under the crates.
Omega blinked, staring at her arm. She raised an eyebrow at it.
“Tech, get Omega back to the ship! NOW!” Hunter shouted. It was an order, she could tell by the serious tone in his voice.
An armoured hand grabbed hers. Tech. Omega ran back to the ship with her brother behind her.
Tech took her inside the ship the moment they got there, taking off his helmet once they were inside.
“What happened?” She asked him.
Tech stroked his chin. He always did it when he was thinking. “I… do not know.”
Omega looked out the door. Hunter and Wrecker were coming, blaster fire still following.
Tech started the Marauder’s engine, preparing for takeoff just as Hunter and Wrecker entered the ship, Wrecker carrying a chest of who-knows-what. Omega ran to the cockpit of the ship, stumbling as they took off.
“Omega,” Hunter’s tone was… something Omega had heard maybe once. His voice was serious, but warm with some worry laced through it.
She spun her chair around. “I’m sorry, Hunter. I know you told me to stay at the ship—and I did—but I heard the blaster fire and got worried.” Omega looked down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers. “If I had just stayed here, everything would have been fine!” Tears rimmed her eyes.
Hunter sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “That’s not what I was going to say… right now. We’ll get to that later.”
Omega raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Then… what did you need to talk about?”
Tech adjusted his goggles. “I believe Hunter may have a theory to what happened earlier. Although, I have still been unable to create a feasible theory.”
Hunter nodded, “You also didn’t feel what happened, Tech.”
“Yeah!” Wrecker interrupted. “Theories don’t always work.”
Hunter rolled his eyes.
Omega bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know what happened. It was just like… like my instincts took over. And then…” she didn’t finish the sentence. Her brothers had all seen what happened next.
Hunter put his hand on Omega’s shoulder. “The feeling when I flew away from the crates, I’ve felt it a couple times before, during the war.”
Omega tilted her head. Nothing Hunter was saying made any sense to her. Not yet.
“And?” Wrecker asked, beating her to the question.
Hunter let out a deep breath. “Only the couple of times I was saved by a Jedi, using the force.” The ship went silent, other than the noises of the ship itself.
“Well, what does that mean?” Wrecker asked.
“I believe what Hunter is trying to say is that he thinks Omega is force sensitive,” Tech stated.
Hunter nodded.
Omega looked at her brothers, her eyes darting between them. Wrecker looked just as confused as Omega felt.
“That should be impossible,” Tech stated. "Cloning force sensitivity is nearly unheard of, and Omega is not a clone of a force sensitive individual. Her midichlorian count would have never been able to be high enough.”
“Yet, somehow, it is. How else would you explain what happened?” Hunter questioned.
Tech didn’t say anything. He looked like he was about to, but he didn’t.
“So… I pushed you out of the way?” Omega asked.
“I think so, kid.” A strand of Hunter’s dark hair had come loose from his bandana, falling over the tattoo covering half of his face.
“Is that why you made Tech take me back to the ship?”
Hunter nodded. “Those droids likely saw what happened, and they could have a higher-up reporting to the Empire.”
Omega started fidgeting with the edge of her jacket. “And the Empire don’t like people that use the force, like the Jedi?”
“Something like that,” Tech responded.
“Am I in trouble?”
Hunter brushed her blonde bangs out of her face. “Not for using the force. But you are in trouble for not staying where you were told.”
Omega nodded. She understood that she should have stayed with the ship. If she had just done that, then Hunter might not have been under those crates.
She noticed her brother wince as he rolled his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Omega apologized.
“It’d be a lot worse if you hadn’t.” It was still her fault. She knew it was. “Hey, I’ve dealt with worse, I can deal with a shoulder injury, Omega. It wasn’t your fault.”
“But it is!” She burst. “If I had just stayed with the ship then you might never have been under those crates and you’d be ok!” Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“You don’t know that, Omega.” Hunter knelt down to her level. “For all we know, if you weren’t there I could have gotten stuck or crushed under those crates.”
“But…” Omega sniffled.
“No buts. You should try to get some rest, it’s been a long day.” He ruffled her blonde hair.
“Hey,” a small laugh escaped her lips with the words. Omega gently pushed her brother’s arm off.
“Rest. We’ll come get you later,” Hunter insisted.
Omega let out a sigh before nodding and heading to the gun turret that Wrecker had converted into her room. She wasn’t going to argue with her brother.
As soon as Omega sat down cross-legged, closing her eyes. She tried to remember what she’d felt when she’d pushed Hunter away from the crates. It wasn’t just the push. She realized. All those times she’d dodged blaster fire or felt something was wrong. All the close calls. The feeling had been getting a little stronger since Kashyyyk. Since she’d met Gungi and started meditating. Energy tingled around her. Not just around her hands, all around her. She could feel it flowing around the ship.
Hunter leaned against the wall of the ship, making sure Omega was safely in her room before heading to the cockpit.
“Do you really think she’s force sensitive, Hunter?” Tech questioned.
“How else would you be able to explain it?” Hunter shot back.
Tech paused. “I… don’t know. But according to all the data and research, it shouldn’t be possible.”
“Well, it is,” Hunter closed his eyes.
“Oh, c’mon, I saw it too!” Wrecker defended.
“Fine,” Tech held his hands up. “I give up. Maybe the Kaminoans got extremely lucky.”
“Well, whatever it is, it has to be a kept a secret,” Hunter told them. “If the Empire finds out, it would put Omega in serious danger.”
“We’ve been in plenty of danger before, what’s the difference?” Wrecker puzzled.
Tech rolled his brown eyes behind his goggles. “Wrecker, the danger we get into is extremely different to what could happen if the Empire catches wind of this development.”
“She’d be in as much danger as any surviving Jedi would be.” Hunter gritted his teeth. He'd do anything in his power to keep his kid safe. “The older Omega gets, the harder it seems to be to keep her safe.”