you don't want to live in a galaxy where the love of your life, tech, does not exist. but, you can't abandon your already grieving family. you devote all of your energy to helping hunter and wrecker save omega from the empire and, perhaps, save the...
series summary: you don't want to live in a galaxy where the love of your life, tech, does not exist. but, you can't abandon your already grieving family. you devote all of your energy to helping hunter and wrecker save omega from the empire and, perhaps, save the wayward crosshair along the way. but the longer you look for the youngest member of the bad batch, the more you suspect that your lost love is not as lost as you once believed.
chapter summary: despite wolffe's information, there still is not much to go in your quest to find omega. that is, until an opportunity presents itself.
word count: 5,183
serieswarnings?: spoilers for "plan 99", plan 99, canon-typical violence, hurt tech, canon divergent, fix it fic, angst, grief/mourning, torture, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, relationship discussions, mutual pining, clone troopers speak mando'a, depression, suicide ideation, memory loss, brainwashing, jealousy, not proofread
chapterwarnings?: grief/mourning, mention of alcohol, not proofread
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One Month Later
And yet, nothing changed. Nothing substantial, anyhow. Despite the rumors that Wolffe, Boost, and Sinker had heard on Cato Neimoidia, there wasn't much else to be heard. It made sense, of course. The Empire was attempting to sweep the clones under the rug. The last thing that any higher-ups would have wanted was for the public to know they were torturing, experimenting on, the very people they had created to fight their wars. This was information that was going to be under heavy lock and key. Few people would know about it, and even fewer would know the intimate details. With the kind of missions Rex was running, it was difficult, if not impossible, to find out anything that might be helpful in the hunt for Omega and Crosshair.
In the weeks following the Wolfpack's reveal about the possible experiments, you found yourself going on fewer and fewer missions with remaining members of the Batch. It was too disheartening. To be out there, fighting to save others when you couldn't even save your own family... You didn't understand how Echo did this sort of thing day in and day out. Did it not kill him to know there was little to be done to save Omega? To save Crosshair? How did that not wear him down? How did that not make him want to give him, declare this all a fruitless endeavor? (Perhaps he was a better person than you. Perhaps you were too selfish.)
Of course, your reluctance to leave for missions did not mean that you gave up entirely. The clones were more than capable of going off, saving their vode, retrieving information, without you. But when they returned to base, they were spent, and the necessary upkeep on their ships and the few droids they had became sidelined. You weren't the best mechanic in the galaxy, but you learned enough from Tech over the last several months to make yourself useful. At least it kept your mind from wandering off, worrying about all of the horrible things that Omega had to be experiencing.
