Bad Batch's Omega

Chapter 3

A few days later Cid gently removed the gauze off your neck, inspecting the area. Hunter was surprised to see it had completely healed.

"Damn, I know omegas can heal fast, but you heal quicker than most."

"Careful breeding." You horsed out, surprising everyone.

You hadn't cowered in fear since they removed the collar. You seemed to have some spunk left in you, something that the group enjoyed. You ate without any issue, already gaining a few pounds back. Tech pulled up the blueprints of the collar on his data pad, looking them over.

"Take it easy. You can't just talk after that, you need to work back up to it." Echo chastised. You opened to retort but nodded instead. Echo was a beta, and he would never steer you wrong. "But... what did you mean about 'careful breeding'?"

"Naboo has breeding programs to ensure perfect breeding." Crosshair stated. He was knowledgeable about these sorts of things. "It's completely elective, but if you want the best breeding you enroll your children into it."

"Naboo is serious about their second genders." Wrecker said, surprised.

"They have always put more effort and importance into their second genders." Crosshair said, eyeing Wrecker. "They see omegas as royalty. Omegas tend to be elected officials, council members, house speakers, anything that commands respect. Padme Amedala was an omega."

"What about betas and alphas?" Omega asked, intrigued by the information. You were currently combing through her hair with your fingers.

"Beta's are important, but not on the same level. They hold dominion over shops, businesses, land, those sorts of things. Necessary for survival. And alphas, well... let's say that the breeding program is the best chance for an alpha to have a decent career."

Your fingers paused as he spoke. It was true, that was how your planet runs their society. But your brother had been an alpha, and you had often wished he had presented as a beta. It would have been so much better for him.

"Do you see alphas as bottom feeders?" Hunter asked you. "We would understand. With your upbringing and how you were treated."

"No. Never." You rasped out. Echo gave you a stern look, and you looked down.

"Why?" Hunter asked.

You gave one look at Echo, before rasping out one word. "Brother."

"Her brother was an alpha." Tech supplied, looking up from his data pad. "Records show he was dropped at the breeding program at age twelve. Probably by her parents."

"That's harsh." Wrecker said, whistling. You nodded in reply, going back to combing Omega's hair.

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"Hunter, take a look at this." Tech said, pulling him aside a little later. He showed him the diagram of the collar you had been wearing. "This collar is far more advanced than we first thought. The spike also released chemicals into her body, inducing fear and anxiety. It explains why she was so scared when we first rescued her."

"That's pretty advanced." Hunter agreed, taking the data pad form Tech and looking at it. "Who engineered this?"

"I'm not sure who made it, but I have an educated guess who uses them."

"I'm not going to like this answer, am I?"

"Not at all. The Hutts use this type of collar on their omegas."

"At least it's not the Pikes. We can avoid the Hutts as long as we don't go to Tatooine."

"This is true, let's hope Cid doesn't send us on a job there."

"Any way of knowing which Hutt owned her?"

"Impossible to tell from the collar. But my guess is that she was used by anyone in the group, seeing the state she was in when we found her."

Hunter nodded, handing tech back the data pad. "Figure out who created that thing. I want to know."

"Yes sir."

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Even with you taking suppressants, and a trip to the shop for toys (in which Wrecker had run away blushing when you showed him a vibrator), your heat had still crept up on the crew. You had awoken one morning, snuggled into your makeshift hammock Crosshair had engineered for you, and knew instantly. You had literally fallen out of a hammock, whimpering at the cold surface as it iced your heated skin. One whimper was all that was needed. Hunter thanked the Kamenos in his head for altering his DNA, giving him heightened senses. He managed to get everyone off the ship, closing it with Omega watching you.

"It's only been a few weeks." Tech said, his hand white from how hard he gripped the data pad. He had only gotten a brief whiff of your scent and he was tented in his pants. "How did we not see this coming?"

"Cid said it would be unpredictable." Hunter said. He observed his brothers. Everyone, even him, were sporting massive, throbbing boners from the brief scent of you. Crosshair, like Hunter, was seemingly in control of his instincts. Part of being a sniper was controlling your instincts, no matter what they were. Tech and Wrecker were worse off. Tech's eyes couldn't focus on the data pad in front of him, and Wrecker was flexing every muscle in his body so he wouldn't run back to the ship.

"We never decided who would help her." Crosshair said, looking at Hunter.

"Guess now is as good a time as any." Hunter said. "Tech and Wrecker clearly can't be around her"

Tech and Wrecker didn't argue, they had no way of showing they wouldn't pounce on her if they stepped back onto the ship.

"That leaves the two of us." Crosshair said.

"Or Echo." Hunter suggested. Echo shook his head at Hunter, a sad look on his face.

"I would want nothing more than to help her, make sure she's hydrated and eats. But she needs a scent more than a beta."

Hunter looked away from Echo, knowing the hurt he felt. As Echo, or any clone trooper, didn't have a scent, they wouldn't be much use to calm an upset omega.

"You should do it." Crosshair stated. "You're not only an alpha, but the leader of the pack. You are the captain. It might calm her more."

"Are you sure?" Hunter asked.

"Positive. This is what's best for her."

"Alright, I'll gather the emergency supplies then head in."