Star Wars, The Clone Wars Minisodes

Running from bounty hunter- older Omega x Clone reader

requested by Infinite_Waffelz       CHARACTER DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!! muahahahahahahahaa - excuse the spelling mistakes please. I'll get them done.... one day

Cad Bane grumbled when he was hit by another empty box as his next prey tried to outrun him. A mess of now long blond curls bounced in all directions as Omega tried to outrun her captor, again!

The Bad Batch and her were separated when the bounty hunter ambushed them from out of nowhere. While running, Bane caught her with his rope extension of his gaunlet and dragged Omega away from the brothers. Down a alley way and another, Bane managed to shake the outraged clones of Clone Force 99. 

Omega reached for the vibro knife she secretly stole from Hunter and cut the rope. It recoiled from the potential energy and snapped right into the duros' face. Bane cussed in pain and Omega quickly took the chance to run away. 

"Hunter! Hunter come in!" There was no reply from the other side of the comm. "Damn it! Tech, Echo?" 

"WRECKER!" 

The comm was filled with static, sparks flew from the sides. It must have gotten damaged druing the drag. Omega slinked into the shadows in desparate attempt to get away from the hunter. A blaster shot when off dangerously close to her head, Bane was not far behind. She ran a little more and turned down a path, only to be met with a dead end. "Kri-" biting her tongue to hold back the cuss (more out of habit because if the bounty hunter didnt get to her, Hunter would just for the cussing). 

Grasping at her sweat leaded curls, she paniced. Bane's voice echoed off the walls that trapped the young teenager. "By hook or by crook, I will claim the bounty on your head"

Bane cornered her, holding her at blaster point. "Surrender, little lady. This does not need to be so hard."

"As if" Unsheating the vibro blade, Omega brought herself to a defensive stance. "I'm going back to my brothers. By hook or by crook!" 

"Your death, little lady" 

This is it. She thought. The last thing she would see, her life flashing before her eyes as a bullet would hit right between her chest. 

BANG!

Omega screamed. Dropping the blade and collapsing to the floor. 

Seconds passed and no pain registered. Eyes opening wide, Omega furiously tapped at her chest and face. I'm not dead i'm not dead i'm not dead.

"Maker's glory ! I'm not dead!" 

Her nose was suddenly filled with the stench of burning flesh. Tears silently filled her eyes. Mustering what bravery she had left, Omega cast her eyes to a pair of boots that no longer stood on the ground. Boots Cad Bane always wore. Squinting her eyes, she tried to make sense of what happened. "Shoot! He's dead" she whispered. 

"He definetely is now" Another pair of unfamiliar boots landed infront of her line of sight. Bane's prized hat dropped unceremoniously to the ground and the boot stompped on it. Your gruff voice echoing in the tight space.

If this person wanted her dead or caught, she would be already. Omega carefully turned her gaze to her... saviour? 

A hooded person in clad black clothing peered down. The red reflection from the helmet you wore reflected well on Omega's brown iris. "Get up" you demanded, voice hidden by the modulator of the mask. You watched as Omega lifted herself on shaky feet and collected her blade. Huffing tiredly, you yanked the girl to her feet. Omega yellped and quickly pulled her hand away.