Not As Planned - Bad Batch Tech X Fem!Reader

[6]

Y/n groans, waking up from ANOTHER anesthetic. "W- where am I?"

"It's okay. You're safe." A little girl says in a childish voice, standing next to the bed Y/n is laying on.

"Omega... Please don't disturb her, she's just waking up." A different Kaminoan says to the little blonde girl.

"No.. no.. she's fine." Y/n smiles weakly, looking at the girl, Omega.

"I heard you got hurt on a super cool Jedi mission." Omega says, pointing at the actual well-done bandages around her waist. The Kaminoans didn't fix her wounds on a moving ship with less than decent supplies, so it hurts less.

"I did." Y/n chuckles.

"Are you a Jedi Master?" She asks innocently.

"I wish, but I'm a Jedi Knight." Y/n responds, sitting up.

"What's that?" She tilts her head.

"I've completed my training as a padawan, and now I'm a respected member of the order. The next step." Y/n kindly explains.

"Woah. I'm Omega." She grins.

"Y/n." Y/n nods, smiling slightly.

"Omega, come along, we have work to do." The soft spoken Kaminoan calls her Omega as she is walking out of the medbay.

"Bye!" Omega waves at Y/n, and she runs off.

Y/n smiles softly, swings her feet off the cot, and sighs deeply, feeling the tightness of the bandages on her waist.

She realizes nobody's there.

She's alone.

She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths.

She focuses on her breathing, the force around her.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Her head starts to hurt, to pound. It feels like somebody's in there, wanting to break out and be free.

Her hands move to her head as she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the mental pain.

She hears screaming, yelling, gunshots, pure cries of terror in her mind, scratching at the inside of her brain.

The sounds of lightsabers clash in her mine, footsteps, blaster fire, all echoing in her mind, the immense pain she's feeling is nothing she's ever felt before.

She hears cackling, cackling of pure evil.

Sinister cackles.

She groans loudly, her hands holding her head in pain.

"Are you sure this is the right path?" The voice is dark, broken, and with bad intentions.

"Are you sure they can trust you?" The voice says louder, as something grabs her arm. "You cannot serve for both of them, Y/n, who's side is your destiny?"

She blinks, and she's in the Jedi Temple, surrounded by young children. Their faces are blurred, and the vision is glitching. Her head is filled with the sounds of children giggling and chattering.

All the children are looking up at her, but she focuses on the one closest to her. The child's face is looking up at her, but it's face is blurry. She blinks again, and the child's face is readable, and it's a young Y/n.

No.

It's a young girl.

A child, a mix of Y/n- and somebody else. It's hard to tell.