The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Vod'ika

     Omega sat in the cockpit. Alone. Hunter instructed her to stay on the ship as the rest of her brothers completed a rigorous mission. She had been up since 0400 in the morning. It was currently 2200. Tech had entrusted her to be their getaway flyer. Omega had taken a liking to flying the Marauder. As much as she did prefer being on the field, flying was her second favorite. Today, however, wasn't much flying. She had been waiting for the signal since late afternoon. Hunter had promised that he would comm in, but she had received nothing, causing her stomach to churn.

"When do you think they'll be back?" Omega sighed as she looked at the gonk droid in the corner. "They've been gone a long time. What if the mission went wrong?" The young clone slid out of her seat and started pacing slowly. Her mind was running through all the possibilities of what could have happened during the day. Hunter rarely broke his word. Especially when it came to leaving her behind; he knew her fears of separation from the batch.

Gonky carefully stood up, walking over to her. He shook back and forth while beeping. Omega chuckled as she patted the droid on the head.

"You're right. They're probably fine. I'm just worried. I thought that they would have been back by now or at least called—"

As if on cue, she was interrupted by a blaring alarm. Omega stopped pacing, quickly picking up the call.

"Hello? Tech? Hunter? Are you there?"

"Omega! We need a pickup. Immediately!" Hunter's voice cracked over the transmission. "Prep the medical table as well. Echo's been shot."

"What!?"

Before she could ask any more questions, the line cut out. 

"Come on, Gonky. They need us!" Omega jumped back into the pilot's chair. It didn't take long before the Marauder was zooming through the treetops. The darkness of the night wasn't helping with the visuals. Omega strained her eyes as she attempted to remember where exactly the pickup zone was. Her nerves eased as she saw a bright red flair explode only a few meters away from her current position.

Steering the ship in its direction, she saw the familiar bunch. From her view, she could see the trouble heading toward them. Omega ignored the impending danger, landing the Marauder. The clone rushed out to greet her brothers.

Wrecker was the first to approach the ramp with Echo, who was clutching his abdomen.

"About time!" Wrecker exclaimed as he passed Echo's arm to Omega.

Omega looked at the ARC with a concerned stare. "Are you okay? Hunter said you got shot." She guided him to the medical table, helping him sit down.

"Nothing I can't handle," he assured with a forced smile.

Omega raised a brow, unsatisfied with his answer. She quickly ran to her room, where AZ sat on the ground, charging. With one press of a button, the medical droid shot up.

"Hello, Omega! It's nice to see you again. I was wondering—"

"Not the time, AZ. I need you to take care of Echo." Omega pointed at the ARC that wore a face of twisted pain. 

"Of course. I will get right on it," AZ replied rather cheerfully. 

Omega nodded her thanks as Wrecker's shout startled her, redirecting her attention to the door. She could see the last glare of an explosion. The ship rattled from the sudden shock. Omega ran toward the entrance only to find a group of stormtroopers awaiting her. Ducking, Omega was able to avoid the first punch. She cursed to herself as she reached back to find that her energy bow wasn't in its usual place. No matter, she could take the shiny one-on-one.