Reunion (#3 Post-Order 66 Series)

Reunion - Part 16

Hunter scrubbed his hands over his face once more as he rested his elbows on the table in front of him, trying to absorb the information Senna and Tech had just imparted to him. "Alright, run that by me again, but slower. Because I'm certain I can't have heard you correctly."

Senna chewed her lip, risking a look at Echo. His brows were furrowed, and she could see him making the connections she already had with Tech, his lips moving silently as he studied his clasped hands that were resting on the table. Wrecker was glancing back and forth between her and Tech, still refusing to believe what they'd just told them. Rex stood off to the side, arms crossed as his shoulders rested against one of the columns in the small room.

Rex had been the one to recommend they speak with Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker privately before they divulge the information to anyone else, including Omega. They were her brothers and her guardians, and he had wanted them to know what they were stepping into before anyone else found out. Senna had agreed, although she had wished Crosshair had been here as well. That can't be helped, and this discussion cannot wait. Omega's life is about to change significantly. And become more dangerous.

She nervously tapped her fingers on the table. "Hunter, I know it seems outlandish and unlikely, but I've heard you try and speculate as to the reason why Omega was created before. It seems that this is it." Her words did little to smooth the crease between his brows.

"I just don't...wouldn't we have seen something? Something to reveal her as Force sensitive?"

Senna laughed gently. "I know you're used to being around Jedi like Anakin and myself who are more well-trained and admittedly flashy in our use of the Force, but none of us start that way." She chewed her lip. "Can you recall Omega displaying any unusual talents? Anything that she picked up on quickly that caught your attention?"

Wrecker piped up. "The first time she picked up a blaster was on Kamino while we were runnin' from Crosshair. Was a hell of a shot, and she said she'd never fired a weapon before. She knocked his Firepuncher out of his hands from at least ten meters."

"And the Dejarik at Cid's," Echo said quietly. "She picked up on that after watching only a game or two."

Tech glanced at Hunter. "When you and Omega went after that Ordo Moon Dragon on that moon we crashed on, you said she tracked it herself once you were rendered unconscious. You even had difficulty picking up her trail. It would suggest that she observed your tracking skills and then was able to apply them herself."

Hunter waved his hands dismissively. "All of that could be beginner's luck," he muttered.

"Hunter, what about the bow? Or how fast she learned to fly the ship?" Echo said softly. "The evidence is staring us in the face, and honestly, a Force sensitivity explains a lot of our questions about her."

"She's a smart kid," Hunter snapped. "She picks up on things quickly."

Senna reached across the table to grip his hands in hers. "For some of that, sure, it may be that Omega is just a smarter than average kid. But Hunter, you're a soldier. You know how long it takes to learn to fire a weapon like Omega's bow. And from the story I heard, she couldn't really do it until it was demonstrated for her. It took Tech years to train as a pilot, and Omega learned in a few months on a modified ship." She could feel his concern and confusion whirling like a cyclone within him, and her heart ached as she sensed its source: fear. Fear for Omega's future and what would become of her, what her next steps would be. She squeezed his hands, and his amber eyes focused on her finally. "I have a theory," she continued. "Every Force user's connection to the Force manifests in different ways. For me, it was a mental connection to those around me, an empathetic sense that allowed me to feel the emotions of people and the ability to communicate with others like I've done with you. I think for Omega, hers is making itself known in the form of mimicry. I think her attunement to the Force helps her pick up on certain skill sets quickly, like piloting, shooting, and tracking." She could feel the pieces falling into place for Hunter as his emotions slowly shifted towards acceptance, the whirlwind within him slowing to a steady thrum of concern.