Omega still hadn't gotten used to the Marauder. She wanted to explore every nook and cranny the ship had to offer. She pranced around, peeking in Hunter's room, glancing at Tech tinkering in his bunk, and then making her way over to Wrecker's room.
Inside, she found Wrecker sitting on his bed, clutching the side of his head. His head had been hurting more often than usual, and bacta patches isn't do the trick anymore. Omega walked up to the man, placing her hand on his broad shoulder. Wrecker looked up from his grimace to see Omega's face furrowed in a frown.
"Wrecker? Are you okay? Would you like me to get you a patch?"
Wrecker smiled at the girl, ruffling her hair. "No, 'Mega. It's alright. They stopped helping a while ago. And there's only one person who could cure my headaches. But she isn't here anymore."
"Who is she? A friend?" Omega inquired, tilting her head.
Omega had never seen Wreckers face turn so red. Was he blushing? "A friend? Yeah, something like that. She has a heart of gold, I know that."
"How did you know her?" The war.
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The first time you encountered Wrecker, he was unconscious and bleeding to death. You hated Scipio. It was cold, and filled with suffering. The clone troopers and the GAR workers stationed there were completely out of their element. The blizzards blinded the troopers from seeing where they would step next. That meant more casualties and injuries. You loved all the men who served the galaxy so faithfully, so you couldn't bare to see them dying left and right. You had just finished up with a surgery on an ARC Trooper, when you got commed to come to another surgery room.
Speed walking into the room after scrubbing up, you watched as the biggest man you'd ever seen, getting wheeled into the OR. His skull was split open, his left eye completely obliterated. How he was even alive baffled you. "Osik Barnes, what the hell happened to him?" You turned towards the clone who wheeled him in.
"According to his squad, he was right by a proton torpedo when it misfired. Blew off his helmet and a good chunk of his face." You had a lot of work to do.
When Wrecker woke up from his surgery, he immediately noticed his left eye was completely covered up, along with that side of his face. He let out a loud groan before looking around the room. He was in a thermal tent with a tinted window that looked out into the white abyss of Scipio. As he scanned the room, he saw a single, wilted flower in a cup. It was one of the native flowers he had seen while passing through the region. In all the times he had ever gone to the med bay, he had never gotten flowers before.
As Wrecker assessed his whereabouts, he saw the tent door flap open. There you were, carrying a flower in one hand, and a data pad in the other. You hummed as you replaced the dead garnish with a newly plucked flower, not noticing the man staring at you. It was only then when Wrecker cleared his throat, that you saw him awake. "Splendid, Wrecker! I'm glad you're awake!"
Wrecker swore he was in the afterlife, because he had never seen someone so angelic.
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"Wow, she sounds great." Omega sighed, her hand propping up her head as she sat on the bunk with Wrecker.
"Oh she is. She saved my life that day and on many other days too. I uh- love her for that." Omega stared at him widely. She knew what that word meant, but had never heard it used the way Wrecker did.
"Tell me more about her."
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Wrecker needed time to recuperate with the healing of his head and eye. You made rehabilitation mandatory for him, he couldn't avoid it now that he had a new eye and a healing skull. Historically, Wrecker would've been pissed if he was benched, but he had something to look forward to. Maybe it was how alluring you were that drew him in, or how sweet you were, taking your time in helping him recover. Maybe it was the fact that you always dropped by to replenish the dying flowers with new ones. For that reason or others, Wrecker was smitten.
