Bad Batch's Omega

Chapter 2

The trip through the city to Cid's bar was stressful for everyone. More for Hunter, who used his enhanced senses to see if anyone recognized you. Many people stained and pointed, talking behind their hands about you, but nothing unusual.

Inside the bar, Cid sat down with the boys. She honestly looked surprised to see an omega following the group, dressed in clothes way too big.

"You boys find something... extra on your run?"

"You tell us. She was in the vault you sent us to." Wrecker accused.

"Shit." Cid said. "You gotta believe me boys, I had no idea she would be in there."

"Do you know her?" Hunter asked.

"Personally, no. I've never met her before. But I've seen holo's of her before, word gets around about an omega from Naboo."

"Do you know how to take the collar off?"

"Yeah, I do. But if I do, you boys gotta take responsibility for her. I can't keep an omega here."

"We agree." Hunter said.

Cid stood up, pushing the briefcase with credits toward Hunter and motioned for you to follow.

"Come on, let's get that thing off you."

Omega took your hand, giving you the confidence to walk. She stayed with you as Cid sat you down, rummaging through a box of tools.

"Will it hurt?" Omega asked, worried.

"It'll be like a bee sting. It'll hurt for a bit but then it won't. She won't be able to talk for a few days while the hole closes and heals, but after that she'll be good."

Cid came around with nasty looking tool, one Omega hated the look of.

"Alright, look up."

You did so. Cid wrapped the tool around your neck, pressing a button and stepped back. The tool gently pushed on different parts of it, looking for a pressure release. Once it found it, it pushed on it. The collar made a quick jolt, and you felt the spike in your throat pull back into the collar.

You cried out from pain, and Cid moved forward. She removed the machine and collar, pushing a piece of glaze over the small hole.

"Remember. Don't talk for a couple days. Let everything heal naturally." Cid said, using tape to hold the gauze in place. You nodded to her, showing your understanding.

Omega took your hand, leading you back out to the bar area. Cid handed the collar to Tech, who looked over it in interest. It was a higher end collar, meant to be worn for long periods of time, with cushioning inside. He pressed a button, watching as a spike shot out, clearly meant to enter the omegas neck and hold their vocal cords.

You watched Tech fiddle with the collar, making sure they couldn't be traced through it. Once he knew everything was secure he put the collar in his bag, noticing how you seemed to relax when it was out of sight.

"Any luck finding her family?" Hunter asked.

Tech hesitated but nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. During the separatists attack on Naboo, before the Republic rose, her parents were... executed."

You nodded in understanding, it didn't surprise you. Hunter noticed the lack of surprise.

"You're not surprised?" He asked, watching you closely. You held up your hand, making your fingers brush together, signifying money. "Wait... your parents are the ones that sold you to the outer rim?"

You nodded again. Omega held your hand, but she also noticed that you were calmer without the collar on. She couldn't wait to hear your voice.

"Makes sense they were executed. Naboo people are very proud of their omegas." Crosshair said, leaning forward in his seat. "To sell their daughter, especially an omega, would have been a capital crime."

"Was the collar regulating your heats?" Hunter asked. You nodded at him. "When was your last heat?"

You thought for a moment, trying to rationalize time and remember. You raised your hand, holding up four fingers. Four years since your last heat. It meant your first next one would be horrible.

"Better get some suppressants and toys, boys. The next one will be hell for everyone, especially her." Cid said. She was a beta, like most of her species, but she had seen omegas during their heats. It was horrible. She wrote down the name of a trustworthy vendor they could get the suppressants and toys before handing it to a blushing Hunter. "Here. This place will have prescription quality heat suppressants. Also an array of toys. Just tell them I sent you."

"Thought you didn't want to be involved." Hunter said, looking at the name of the place on the paper.

"I don't want responsibility. But I am not about to let her suffer because you eggheads don't know a thing. Get the suppressants tonight, she'll need to start them right away. Once she can talk, take her for the toys."

Omega looked confused, only understanding half of what they were saying. She knew about suppressants, but not toys. Hunter was glad the kid was innocent. You, however, didn't have any red in your cheeks like the boys. Your body temperature hadn't risen at any point while they were talking about the items, guess not so innocent.

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Hunter collected the suppressants that night, following Cid's advice. The man behind the counter had given them to him, a sad smile on his face. Hunter didn't even have to threaten the man.

"Really? Prescription grade suppressants with no cost? What's the catch?" Hunter asked, looking inside the bottle to make sure it wasn't filled with something unsavory.

"Doro is on the outer rim, meaning omega's aren't protected. I had a daughter. I would ration her suppressants, make it so I could make money off them. One day... her heat hit in the middle of a bar... she didn't survive."

Hunter closed his eyes, nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Ever since then, if anyone comes to me for suppressants I will give them free of charge. Not many know about the service though. If you need anything else, please let me know."

"Honestly, I don't know a thing about omegas."

"Yet you're getting suppressants for one? And Cid sent you to me so you must have one."

"We rescued her. Out of a vault on a predominantly deserted planet. She had a collar that regulated her heats. Cid voiced that we should get suppressants."

"Was this collar connected to her vocal cords?"

"Yes."

"She'll need help relearning how to talk. Omega's are able to heal faster, part of their biology, but if she hasn't talked in years it won't be muscle memory. She'll need help, rehabilitation."

"Our youngest can help with that. She's quite taken with her."

"That's good. I'm taking it your not the only alpha on your ship."

"No, there are four of us."

"A hierarchy. When her heat comes, choose one to be on the ship. Only one. That person, along with your youngest, will help her. Food, water, anything like that. She won't be in her right mind to remember those things. If you have too many alphas around it will confuse her, send her into a state of panic. If that panic isn't taken care of... it can lead to death."

"Thank you. Once she can talk, I will bring her by."

The man, whose name was Olek, nodded at Hunter. "Anything you need, let me know."