Bad batch x force sensitive OC

Chapter 5

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"Never thought it would take this long for a Jedi to wake up."

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"You're not like any normal Jedi are you? You're different. Very... Interesting."

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Dri   "Ivana!"

Ivana gasped as she sat up. Sweat trickling down her body. Her heart pumping in her ears. Feeling it in her fingers. Her tail swinging around on the bed agitated. Her skin had turned red and horns showing their full glory. Her eyes slightly glowing in the dark. The fire in her blood begging to be let out in her dark state. She turned and jumped off the bed. Nearly collapsing as her feet touched the floor. She shakily stepped across the cold floor to the door. Leaning on the doorway. As if sick. Now that she thinks about it, she really is feeling sick. She needs fresh air. She needs out. Stepping down the hall she realizes the doesn't recognize this scenery. It feels as if the walls are closing in. Did she eat something wrong?

Her body slipped and nearly hit the ground. Something caught her. What caught her? Her head rearing back as she tried to call out. Someone. Someone hear me. "Ivana! Calm down." Hunter. It's Hunter. The clone Sergeant. "Is she okay?" Omega. Omega. Omega. That was her voice. She recognizes it now. From her dreams. Omega but... Older? It sounded just like her.

"Perhaps she just needs fresh air." Tech. She knows that voice too. Suddenly her body was picked up. "Her skin is heating up. Almost feels like it's burning." Somebody ran. Her body shaking in their arms. Only recognize voices. Her eyes... They just won't work. Why can't she see?! Why can't she see!?

Finally she felt a breeze. She felt she could breathe. The fire brewing in her chest flying away. Her body sat on the ground as she took deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" Omega sat beside her and softly grabbed her shoulder. Ivana looked away and kept blinking the sleepiness away. Finally coming to full consciousness. She nodded slightly. "Yeah kid. I'm... I'm alright." Her tail flicked. "What was that?" Omega asked worried. Tech was typing on his data pad. "Most likely just a nightmare. Her body must've entered a panic and thought she was still in the nightmare. It is over now." Hunter pat her back slightly. "You're sweating a lot. It must've really gotten to you." She shook her head. Was it really just a nightmare? It seemed so... Real. "Yeah... Just glad it's finally over." But it felt so real. She felt like she was really there. Like it was happening real time.

"Well we might as well get ready. Wake up would've been in twenty minutes anyhow." Wrecker groaned. "Aww man." Ivana sighed and tried standing again. Forcing the terrible things she'd seen and heard from the nightmare out of her head. Her legs still shaky but stable. Strong. Hunter held her arm. "Hunter. I'm fine. I can walk on my own." He hardened his face. "Not going to happen. Come on. Let's get you inside and ready to go." He assisted her in walking back in. A bit embarrassing for her because she was a grown ass woman.

Hunter sat her on the bed she was just on and turned on the light. The room lit up. Ah yes. That's right. They're on a mission right now. They had to stay out a hotel of some sort. That's why she didn't recognize it. He pulled out her small bag she brought with her and opened it. "Hunter." She practically commanded him with his name. He looked at her quickly. "I can pick out my own damn clothes." He stood and sighed. "You're right. I apologize for stepping over a boundary. If you need anything. Call us." He walked out and shut the door behind him. She sighed and slid down to the ground and scooted to her clothes. 'I swear... Treats me more like a child than he does to Omega.' She huffed at the thought. Her tail flicked as she finally started getting changed. Dressing into a black crop top that wrapped around her neck and had no sleeves. Pulling on some black tights that had holes down the legs and jean booty shorts. A small hole made in the back for her tail. Where their mission took them, hiding her tail is the least of her worries. She turned her skin back to the humane color and her horns shrunk. Grabbing a scarf and wrapping it around her head to cover said horns. Pulling out a hair tie and tying her hair into a fluffy pony tail. Slipping on her boots and sliding a small knife in for emergencies, she walked out. The boys already decked in civilian attire.