The Bad Batch

Force Sensitive

Hi! So this story is kinda based off Rebels a little bit. Omega is 13, so a little older than she is in the Bad Batch. This was posted a little while back, but I decided to add more to it.

Omega ran down the hall, grinning.

Good thing Kaminoans couldn't run.

"Omega! I demand that you return immediately!" Nala Se shouted as loud as a Kaminoan could from a little ways back. Omega didn't even slow. She glanced back, still grinning, before running straight into a squad of clones. "Hey, watch it kid!" The one she ran into said with a scowl. She pushed past them. "Sorry! Sorry!" The young clone continued down the hall before turning into an abandoned medical room. She sealed the door, then turned to the main computer. She grinned pulled a stolen hypo screwdriver off her belt. Getting onto her hands and knees, Omega pulled the cover off the computer's circuits, then began to work.

Within a few minutes, she had rewired the table to display com chatter and the basic commands that were ordered throughout the facility. The blonde clone cleared her throat, then pressed the button to speak. "Attention! All personnel are to report to hangar 5 due an emergency. I repeat, report to hangar 5! This is not a drill!" Omega muted the comm, then burst out laughing. Now, half of Kamino would report to one hangar due to this so called "emergency." And best of all, she had cameras recording the whole thing. She sat back, laughing as clones and Kaminoans alike rushed to hangar 5. This was the most fun she'd had in a long time.

A sudden banging on the door made Omega jump out of her stupor. "Omega. Open the door," Nala Se's soft voice spoke, muffled by the door. Omega jumped to her feet. "Kriff!" She yelped, pocketing her hypodriver. It would come in handy later on.

Omega looked around wildly, searching the ceiling. "There!" About 6 feet above her was a vent that no doubt leaded into a cooling shaft. Closing her eyes and blocking out Nala Se's demands, Omega took a deep breath and stretched out a hand. The vent above her trembled, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus.

Clang!

Omega opened her eyes. The vent was on the floor, leaving an opening into the shaft. Omega did a quick fist pump, then leapt into the shaft just as the door opened below, revealing to Nala Se only an empty room.

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Omega gently closed the shaft leading into her tiny bedroom, then dusted her hands on her shirt. Nala Se was going to kill her, but it'd be worth it. Omega ran to the shower, yanking her pendent off her head and chucking it onto her bed.

The warm water felt nice, and Omega couldn't help but laugh to herself as she replayed her little scheme. She could only imagine the chaos after everyone figured out it wasn't actually real. She hoped that the prime minister was somewhere in that mess, tangled up in a confused frenzy.

Omega held a particular distain for the leader of Kamino. He had ordered her creation, but not to create a nice medical assistant so Nala Se wouldn't be lonely, no! Nothing was created on Kamino without a purpose. Omega's just hadn't fully been put into action yet.

Omega shivered as memories of cold medical rooms and sharp needles plagued her mind. Pushing those thoughts away, the small clone finished her shower, then jumped into bed just as Nala Se returned.

The Kaminoan opened the door only to find a "sleeping" Omega. She sighed, questioning weather or not to wake her up, then decided against it and closed the door.

Omega grinned. Looked like she'd escaped punishment once more. Or pushed it off, at least. Once she was sure the scientist had retired for the night, Omega quietly slipped her boots back on and ran a hand through her short hair. She turned back towards the vent, only stopping once to glance out the window into the cold, rainy blackness of Kamino.