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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐏𝐓 𝟑)

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x fem!oc reader

SUMMARY: omega and miri share a moment in the privacy of hyperspace, and the batch realize their presence is louder than they thought. trouble, as per usual, ensues.

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, fluff, slight comedy??, angst. female oc, jedi oc, use of she/her, canon typical violence, miri is a worrier, angsty ending?? found family trope. the bad batch time period, follows the timeline of the show.

NOTES: woah! okay! i know this is quite overdue, so sorry! you see, shit hath hit the fan quite some time ago and the aftereffects are finally playing out. so fun! awesome! (it actually hasn’t been awesome) since the last time i posted i have turned 22 and have started drawing again, got a car!!!, and have finished two chapters of this story. and a filler. gotta write one more. bye!

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It had been but an hour since Miri Rocksled returned to her squad, but Omega had already determined that she was the coolest person she had ever met.

The Jedi was everything she had hoped for and somehow more. Omega had heard her fair share of stories of the general from the Batch, and every one had left her wanting to know more. The natural curiosity the girl possessed pushed her to seek out more in all aspects, but the intrigue she held for Miri was endearing in a way that made her think of the younglings at the temple. Eager to become Padawans, to learn and to grow, the woman found herself drawn to her.

She had let the girl linger by her side ever since they had introduced themselves, let her ask question after question, had even made space for her as she sat with Hunter and everyone else on ship. Omega had been watching, eyes wide with wonder, as she conversed back and forth with the members of Clone Force 99 effortlessly. Most people found themselves not knowing what to do with themselves when they were concerned, but Miri knew them so deeply.

“But, I gotta know,” Echo shook his head slightly. “How’d you get off Kaller?”

The memories of it flashed in her mind, unpleasant as ever, and she found herself not wanting to reveal much of it. She had nothing to hide, no reason to lie to them, but she knew full well that guilt would show its ugly face if she painted the picture as it painfully was.

Instead, she settled for something simpler. “Not unscathed. Had to pull out all the stops.” It was vague, and she knew she was on thin ice if she wanted to get out of this while she still could, but Omega’s voice broke the silence that followed her answer.

“You got hurt?” She looked at the woman with wide eyes, body tense with worry. Miri nodded nonchalantly, playing it off as if it was no big deal. Alas, Omega persisted. “Where?”

“Uhm,” she stalled, apprehension shrouding her mind. Again, Miri had no reason to lie about what had happened, no reason to not face it because it had already happened. Apprehension, guilt, fear; they would do nothing to change the chain of events that occurred, fruitless to dwell on. “I had to fight,” she started with, “so I got pretty banged up. A couple blaster shots, some scorch marks from grazes, and…” Her words died out as she got to the part she knew would not be approved of.

Hunter, while just as reckless as her, would not be happy to hear what she had done. It was a risk, a risk only she could really determine the worth of, but worry would pinch at his nerves and fear would cloud his mind.

“What is it?” The man in question leaned forward. He knew her, and she knew he had read her like a book. She had tried to avoid his gaze, a mistake made carelessly, thus revealing she had something to hide.

“I had to get…creative,” she offered, smiling hopefully. “Like I said, pulled out all the stops.”

“Miri, whatever you did, we know it was to survive,” he explained softly. “Besides, we can’t really get too mad at whatever crazy plan you cooked up without us.” His grin, small yet sweet, almost made her chuckle.

“Well, if you were there, you definitely wouldn’t have liked it,” she smiled and shook her head. In fact, none of them would have.

“What’d you do?” Omega begged. With her eyes on her, the urge to be truthful became stronger. The girl would learn nothing from lies.

Miri averted her gaze before answering. “I made the troopers believe Master Billaba’s saber was mine,” she started, voice quiet as shame creeped in. “I used it to fight them off until they had me backed up against a dropoff and then—” she sucked in a breath, sighing heavily as her eyes met Hunter’s. “Then I used the Force to put my body in a comatose state and let Captain Grey shoot me in the abdomen and fell over the edge.”

Silence, for but a moment, as shock exuded from the man in thick waves. It was over as quick as it started, however, as he shot out of his seat. “You what?!”

“I stayed there until they confirmed a death, took her saber, and wrote me off as gone,” the words spilled out of her quickly, unable to stop them.

“Miri—” Hunter started, but was cut off.

Tech, stepping forward in intrigue, adjusted his goggles. “I did not know that was even possible.”

“I didn’t either!” She exasperated, for it truly was amazing if you got passed the hangup. The fact that it was even something one could do was beyond belief, let alone the fact that she had succeeded.

“You didn’t even know it would work?” Hunter questioned, brows furrowed and worry written all over his face. “And you did it anyway? You let them shoot to kill and you didn’t even know if your plan would work?”

“Listen, I know it was a little out there,” she held her hands up, trying to diffuse the tension in the ship. “But I didn’t really have many options, Hunter. I had to get off Kaller, and I trusted in the Force, and I trusted in myself,” she smiled, disarming him in a way only she could. “It’s all I could do, but I did it so I could find you again, right? I found all of you, and now I’m home.”

Miri looked at everyone as she spoke, as genuine as ever. She wanted them all to know that even with what had happened, it was in the past. She was home, they were together once again, and it was them against the world. As it always had been, as it always would be.

“Yeah she is!” Wrecker hollered, scooping her up into his arms as he cheered. Miri’s sides hurt from her own laughter, mixing in with the noise of everyone else. This was family. This was home. It may have been everything the Order frowned upon, but it was life.

They were life.

-: ✧

That night, Miri found herself in the cockpit as they floated through hyperspace. Long hair free of any braids, it framed her face as it was pointed upwards, gazing out at the glow through the transparisteel. Her mind was elsewhere, jumping from one point to another, but Hunter had since gone to bed. Things were still slightly tense between them, for they had never truly touched on what was really going on between them, but he had sensed that she needed some time to herself. He did not worry, however, because no matter what happened in her head Miri Rocksled seemed undrownable.

The weight of her thoughts could never be strong enough to pull her under. She had told them that her master had taught her from a young age to feel her emotions in order to move past them, for she was only human. Suppression, the Council’s recommended method, could very easily lead to disasterly consequences.

So she did not. Miri was warm, where other Jedi were cold. She was ever present, where others were distant. A light in the chaos, an outcast of the Order.

Hunter trusted in her words, in her capabilities, and chose to let her reflect however she pleased. She would be fine taking watch, as she had done many times before, and she would be fine swimming through whatever the Force had for her. The silence that followed his retreat was peaceful, far less lonely than the silence she had been in for quite some time, but it was relatively short lived.

While Omega’s footsteps were not audible, impressively silent for a child in a metal ship, her presence was loud in the Force. Miri had been aware of her the entire time, tucked away in the gunner’s mount, in an awfully protective way for someone who had just met her. Perhaps Omega reminded her of what once was, children eager to learn and develop their skills, walking through life with an innocence that had not been scrubbed away by harsh realities. Perhaps Omega reminded her of home, as it also once was, a Temple that housed younglings and padawans running through the corridors to the next lesson, laughter echoing and robes flowing. Perhaps Omega reminded her of what she could have had, had she been given more time as a Master Jedi, had the Council trusted her more, or had the war not been so unforgiving.

“Hello, little one,” Miri mused quietly, a small smile on her face as she remained still.

“How did you know it was me?” The girl questioned from the doorway, Wrecker’s Lula clutched to her chest.

The woman turned the chair to the side, looking over at her with a kind look in her eyes as she shrugged. “Just did,” she winked. Omega grinned, slowly making her way into the room. She took her spot in the co-pilot’s seat, pulling her legs to her chest in a similar fashion to Miri. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No,” she answered honestly, but she almost looked hesitant to continue. “I just…” her words died out on her tongue, and her face scrunched up. “I just can’t stop thinking about you and Hunter.” The girl had gone shy, cheeks turning pink at her revelation. “I mean, it sort of felt like he really cared for you before, but everyone does. But back in the forest…that was definitely something more,” she nodded her head to emphasize her words, rambling as the woman sat in a stunned silence. “But you’re a Jedi? I thought…I thought you couldn’t?”

Omega’s words echoed in her ears as she tried to form a response. She had been called out by a child she had known for one rotation, her deepest and most sacred secret sniffed out by the perceptive eyes of the fifth experimental clone. Her cheeks had now gone rosy, shyness creeping in before she could swat it away. “Well,” she stuttered, releasing a breathy laugh as the words got hung up in her throat. “I mean, couldn’t what, Omega?” She questioned, shaking her head slightly.

“Couldn’t love,” she answered, as if it was obvious. “I mean, you love Hunter, don’t you?”

Again, Miri found herself at a loss. She imagined this was how her master had felt at times, Obi-Wan as well, when herself and Anakin let any question that came to mind slip. Sometimes they were too clever for their own good, and she had a feeling Omega would give her a run for her credits as well. “What…what makes you think that?”

“Miri,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Briefly, her words from before flashed in her mind. Omega would learn nothing from lies. “Okay, okay,” she sighed, holding her hands up in faux surrender. “You’re right, attachments are forbidden in the Jedi Order,” she answered, gearing up for the hefty explanation such a topic required.

“But,” she held a finger up, mimicking Tech to elicit a giggle from the girl. “I realized something at some point during the Clone Wars. I realized that…” she hesitated, tongue heavy with the weight of what she had yet to say aloud. She sighed once again, plucking up the courage to push them out. “I realized that the Order had become something different than what I think it originally was. It…was flawed, ideals becoming radical and community becoming frowned upon. Some of the things my master had taught me made me question the High Council, and I feel you should always question those in power, but I was always met with ridicule.

But what Jedi follows orders blindly? What Jedi does not trust in themselves, in the Force?” She shook her head, the girl before her watching her intently. Omega was hung on every word, taking everything in as quickly as she could. “I began believing in something outside of what was traditional in the Order, something closer to the Living Force. I had lost trust in my Council, and had chosen to take my balance into my own hands. I know it wasn’t allowed, but it just…happened,” she sighed.

“What happened?” Omega questioned, cheekily quirking a brow and leaning forward. “Loving Hunter?”

Miri couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes,” she admitted, for the first time. “Loving Hunter just happened, and we haven’t ever talked about it,” she shook her head.

“You haven’t?” She gasped. “Not even a little?”

“Couldn’t afford to.”

“Well can you afford it now?”

Something Miri had been wondering herself. Could she? Could he? The rules that they had adhered themselves to no longer existed, the restraints binding them from bringing light to the feelings they shared having been ripped away with the rise of the Empire. She believed in something more, and it was clear that Hunter did as well. He would not have turned away from all that he had known when the curtains were drawn to reveal the true intentions, would not have returned to rescue Omega from the darkness that had been festering, would not have searched and hoped for her day and night if he had not believed in something more.

The repercussions of loving someone were grave, she was well aware, but had not strayed yet. He had always been special, and she had always been steady. Her will of the Force was something she would not let anyone or anything take from her, and it was with that resolve that she decided that yes, she could afford it. And even if she couldn’t, she’d figure it out.

-: ✧

It would seem that, in the excitement of Miri’s appearance, Hunter had underestimated the amount of rations and fuel they would need. His focus, however steely it normally was, had been broken by the ebb and flow of her Force signature that she had made him grow so acquainted with. He hadn’t thought much of it, to be very truthful, because the Republic had always taken care of their resources; but it would seem the Empire was not in the business to re-up their supplies so they would need to take care of things on their own.

Another problem presented itself when Echo chimed in that their ship’s signature was on a wanted list according to comm chatter, always the reliable source, and Miri sighed as Tech brushed off his brother’s alarm. Their lives, while never particularly easy, were now spent on the run but it would seem there would never be a shortness of entertainment, as the clones before her interacted. In their discussions, it was decided that Pantora would be their next destination.

The owner of the shipyard immediately set off alarms for Miri. He did not seem trustworthy, and though trust was scarce in the days of the rising Empire, the air that surrounded him had an almost greasy like sheen to it that she could not ignore. She could hear Anakin in her ear, whispering some joke that he knew would make her chuckle despite the front they needed to put up; she quickly brushed those thoughts away however. Memories of her friend felt bittersweet on that particular day, and she could not afford to dwell on the feelings when such a character was holding his hands out for a bribe.

On any other day Miri would have used the Force to get him off their case. A simple act, so fondly referred to as Jedi mind tricks throughout the galaxy, but that was also not something she could afford. Too many risks, too much unknown, and too many witnesses. She apologized to Tech in her head as he handed over some credits, credits they couldn’t really spare, and then handed over some more. Her eyes followed the Sullustan as he walked away, Wrecker saying something or another but it fell on deaf ears. She focused, and allowed herself as much reach as she could then, and felt just how unsettling the man was.

He was not unlike others she had met, not particularly good and not particularly bad, but only in it for themselves. And that was fine, Miri didn’t care if that's how one ranked their character and chose to live their life, but things were different now. So much had shifted, had completely flipped, and now these kinds of people were looked at differently as well.

She finally turned, poncho swishing around her, joining the boys once again. She did not know what would happen on Pantora, or that way up high and far, far away, a bounty hunter sat with a holo of her newest target and coordinates on the way.

Much to everyone’s shock, Miri decided to stay back and help Tech and Wrecker with the repairs while Hunter, Echo, and Omega went on the supply run. “There’s probably too much heat in town anyways,” she shrugged, knowing that stormtrooper presence was growing on many planets already. She stepped a little closer to the man, looking up at him as she whispered. “Besides, I wanna keep an eye on the owner,” she subtly nodded her head in the direction he had retreated in, and watched as Hunter’s eyes shifted to scan for obvious signs of danger.

He came up empty handed, but he knew better than to question her instincts. If Miri felt something off enough to stay back to keep watch, then he had to trust in her decision. She knew what she was doing.

And in the end, she had been right. There were lots of stormtroopers in the streets, marching along as the crowds cheered for them. The sight of it all almost made Hunter’s lips curl.

Back at the yard, elbows deep in the hull of the ship as Tech listed off instructions to Wrecker behind her, she felt it almost immediately. The fear that struck Omega had reached her instantly, because she was using the majority of her focus to feel her. Whatever she was fiddling with was not at the top of the list for her, it was using whatever display of the Force she could manage in their setting to keep an eye on the girl. She knew Hunter wouldn’t let anything happen to her, but he did not have the experience of dealing with children, true children who had never lived the life of a soldier. He could not, and inevitably would not, account for the missteps in the plan he’d laid out in his head as Omega’s curiosities and impulses got the better of her. This was nothing more than a security measure, even if just to ease her worries.

Though she was glad she had thought of it, because apprehension mixed in with the fear as she pulled herself out of the mix of wires and metal and she could only wonder what Omega was doing. As she raised her arm up, finger hovering over the comm button on her vambrace to contact Hunter, she felt adrenaline wash away from the girl. She paused, waiting, feeling, for something else to happen before she stepped in. Omega no longer felt scared, or hesitant of whatever was in front of her; instead she gave off waves of excitement and relief. “Hmm,” she hummed to herself as her arms lowered. It would seem that Hunter had things under control, and she felt okay to let go of the connection she had stretched so far.

Without the ranking of the Republic’s military they operated on a more equal level than before, and she knew she would have to relinquish some of the control to him at some point; give him credit where credit was due. He was a man that would walk through any storm for what he felt was right, and that was partly why it was as easy as it was to trust that he would care for the girl as she would. Their unlikely partnership in taking care of Omega had given them a new perspective on their roles, and it was with that thought that she went back to work repairing the ship wherever needed, listening to Tech list off his modifications.

Finally, the ship's signature key made itself known by the sound of rapid beeping and a flashing red light. “There,” Tech mused, pointing a slender finger at it. Wrecker stuck his head back in the ship, reaching forward for it as he mused himself while ripping the key from its place.

“With a slight adjustment, we’ll be able to scramble our signature whenever we need to,” he explained, looking at the machinery in his hand as he began to tweak it. He was interrupted by the beep of an incoming message, and Hunter's voice filtered through their comms.

“Miri, Wrecker, Tech, Echo,” he called, breathing heavily. “I lost Omega. Somebody attacked us.”

Dread, and the sick feeling of being right, washed over the woman as she made eye contact with Tech and then Wrecker. Her arm raised once again, finger clicking the comm button as she furrowed her brows. “Somebody?” she questioned incredulously.

“A woman. Highly trained. She’s after the kid.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that!” Wrecker shouted into his own comm device before he shoved it into Tech’s chest and stalked off.

“I’ll tap into the central security network,” Tech offered, speaking into the device now. “There should be enough cameras in this city to find her.”

Just as he was beginning to walk away, Miri remaining still as she gathered all the information she could, Hunter’s deep voice came through again. “Listen, I made a bit of noise out here. Get the ship ready to go.”

“Not really much of a ship at the moment,” Miri remarked, finally speaking as she looked over the current state of the Marauder.

“And unless you have a team of maintenance droids, it’s going to be a while,” Tech snarked, tailing off of her statement. Miri and Tech were a pair that most wouldn’t expect to work so well, but the collective sass was an overpowering force.

Though, to their surprise, Echo’s voice came through with assurance. “I can help with that.”

“Do I need to come out there?” Miri questioned, wondering if Hunter would need assistance against this woman or if he was simply caught off guard. The first fight with someone was always full of surprises.

“No. You were right, too much heat. Can’t risk it.” She almost argued, almost told him she was on her way, but realized he was right as well. They couldn’t risk it, they had enough to worry about with someone coming after Omega. They didn’t need the Empire catching wind of a surviving Jedi and hunting them down any more than they already were.

She didn’t respond, though, because while he was right that did not mean she had to like it. She simply followed where Tech had gone, finding a spot next to him as they went through the footage looking for the right one.

Finally, they found her climbing into a manhole, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “I have eyes on Omega. She went down to the maintenance tunnels. Head northwest, at one-five-five.”

Miri’s eyes watched as the woman, in her orange helmet and black coat, chased after her. She sorted through all the encounters with bounty hunters she’d had but this get up, the silhouette, she didn’t recognize her. “And she’s got company.” She reached out again, closing her eyes as she tried to locate what she knew to be Omega’s presence, and when she felt a sharp shock of fear and then instant relief, she knew one of her boys had found her.

This was confirmed seconds later by Wrecker’s voice crackling through the comms. “I’m with Omega. We’re on our way.” But something was not right. Miri knew it, despite his words and the fact that Hunter was on his way, she knew it was not enough.

“She’s still coming,” Miri rushed out, alarm bleeding into her voice, and when she was met with no response she knew she had arrived. In the maintenance tunnels it was just Wrecker, Omega, and this mysterious yet highly capable fighter. It was just his need to protect, and her need to complete the job.

Yet, when Hunter’s voice came through to comms, asking for Wrecker’s location, he was met with silence. The weight of this realization was only worsened by the reports of a child hanging from a tower. What child, on what world, would be hanging from a tower other than the one she had ended up calling her own? That sick feeling of being right returned when Omega’s body came into view, dangling from the top of a tower by her fingertips.

This had gone too far. Miri had sat back long enough for Omega to be in the middle of danger times ten and she would sit back no more. “I’m coming,” she stated, shooting out of her seat and retrieving her hat.

“No, Miri. Stay at the ship,” Hunter ordered, sounding as if he was climbing something. She made eye contact with Tech as her face screwed up in a defiance most Jedi ended up having. Rules, something they all lived by, became twisted upon the scenario in the heat of the moment, in the severity of the mission; and this just so happened to be her talent.

“He’s right,” the genius stressed, off the comms and just to her. A rare moment of personability for Tech, voice soft and as honest as could be, he looked up at her with eyes that read her better than most. “You cannot rush into things as you once did, not if you wish to keep your presence from the Empire.” When her mouth opened to argue, he turned away from her without giving her the chance to speak. “As much as we wanted to go after you on Kaller, it was better in the long run to wait. We are operating under the microscope of the Empire now, caution must be exercised now more than ever.”

Again, just because he was right did not mean she had to like it. Miri huffed, turning from him anyway. “I’m going to question the owner of the ship yard,” she muttered as she walked towards the exit. She was not mad at Tech, for he did have a point, but frustration at not being able to help Omega bubbled in her stomach. It had only been a short time, but she already felt some claim over the girl to protect her, ensuring she survived while living the life of a child as much as she could. All Miri had seen of Padawan Learner’s in recent years had been training to be child soldiers, giving their lives away to a war they were not born to fight.

This was not a life she would let Omega have.

Her resolve on the matter was strong, and as she rounded the corner to knock on the man's office door, Tech’s words echoed in her head. She took a deep breath and let it go as the doors slid open and her eyes lowered to look at him.

“What do you want?” he griped, just as unpleasant as he had been upon their arrival.

“I have some questions I’d like to ask you,” she mused, voice pleasant as she entered his office without another word, skirting around him as he sputtered in his shock.

“Hey, who do you—”

“The real question is,” she interrupted, turning to speak directly to him, “who is the woman chasing one of my crew members?” She was met with stunned silence, and she held up a finger as she began speaking again. “Before you answer that, just know that out of everyone, I am not the one to lie to. And I know that you know something. Now, I’m not looking for anything other than answers, I can assure you of that, so,” she gestured to the seat before the control board. “Shall we?”

In the end, the only information Miri got was that the woman was a bounty hunter, a conclusion they would have come to on their own, and that it was their ship that was the marker. Nothing she could do about that, but she could start looking for description matches in the system now. She had to do something, for while she was aware of her ambitious and unconventional ways, she feared that Tech was more right that she had first thought. She had always rushed into things because that’s what Jedi did, they took the lead and made the action. It was her job, her responsibility, to execute each mission with her squad in a way where she did the most legwork, where she took the most damage when something went wrong. It was uncomfortable to do nothing, so she made her way back to the ship with a new purpose.

Upon her arrival, she was pleased to know that Wrecker was okay and heading for the ship; evenmoreso to see that, from security footage, Hunter had retrieved Omega. It was not long after Echo and the droids finished the ship that the man of the hour flew in, stolen speeder and feds following and all. They had met them outside, and true relief washed over her seeing them both safe. “We need to go. Now.” Urgent and rushed, he lifted Omega off of the bike and gestured for Miri to come forward. Rattled, she was, at the whole encounter and Miri placed gentle hands on her shoulders to lead her toward the ship.

“Wrecker, pick up the pace. We don’t have all day,” Tech snarked into his vambrace, but the man in question followed soon after. Wrecker had been running, for far longer than he would have liked if she had to guess, and was breathing heavily as he rushed in.

“I’m…here,” he panted, taking a breath before rushing into the ship as well. Their takeoff was swift and smooth, as it so often was when Tech was piloting, and the setting sun illuminated the cockpit for a short time as they flew into the sky, into space, and away from Pantora.

In the vastness of the galaxy, Hunter finally sighed from his position behind the co-pilot seat, usually occupied by either Miri or Echo. In this case it was the former, and his hands rested on the back of the chair as he stood by her. “She has to be a bounty hunter.”

“Oh, she is,” the woman answered, turning the seat to look at everyone. Hunter slouched into a chair of his own, prepared to take in the information he was about to be given. “Something was off about the shipyard guy, so I asked him some questions while you were getting Omega,” she explained, leaning forward slightly. “Turns out, he heard about our ship on some comm channel for bounty hunters, pirates, you name it. Someone’s looking for Omega and whoever it is, they know exactly who she’s with.”

Her words, heavy as they were, hung in the air for a few moments before the silence was broken. Genuine curiosity, it would always win when it came to Omega. “What’s a bounty hunter?”

“Someone hired to retrieve targets,” Echo answered simply, and while at the end of the day that was simply what it was, it was always so much more complicated than that.

“And it appears you are the target,” Tech piggybacked off his answer, causing the girl to lock up in worry. It was minute, and mostly felt rather than seen, but Miri could tell she was worried what that meant.

“Me?” she questioned, eyes glancing from one person to the next.

“Hey,” Wrecker drawled, a warning clear in his tone. “Don’t scare the kid.”

Miri liked to wait before stepping in sometimes, liked to let the brothers discuss the matter themselves before she brought her word into it. Sometimes that moment, where she had to take control, happened sooner rather than later. “Wrecker’s right,” Miri interjected, voice smooth as she spoke. “Undue fear won’t do any of us any good, especially Omega. But,” she sighed, turning towards the girl and gesturing for her to come closer. “Tech is right. There is someone out there who really wants you, and that lady is who they paid to come get you. We need to be very careful from here on out, but you need to know that all of us would give everything we have to keep you safe, okay?” She paused, waiting for Omega to nod her head.

When she did, she placed her hand on the girl’s arm, giving her what the Jedi had frowned upon: compassion. “I’m sorry this happened to you, and I know it was very scary, but you did good, Omega,” she smiled slightly, looking her in her eyes. Once again, Miri felt as if the honesty poured out of her when speaking to the child, for lies would not prepare her for what was to come, for the great fight they had found themselves in. “I’m proud of you for thinking quickly; it’s a skill you’re going to have to use often if we’re running from the Empire.”

A noticeable protectiveness had overcome Hunter in the time that Omega had been with them, and the severity on his face did nothing to hide it. “We have to find out who she is and who hired her.” His words, sharp as the knives he wielded, cut through the atmosphere as they flew through the stars, away from one thing and towards another. That’s all it had ever been, and they would fight for it to not be all it would ever be.

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