𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓑𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓀𝑒𝓉𝒸𝒽

The swirling lights of hyperspace peacefully engulfed the Havoc Marauder as it zipped past stars and planets. Inside, the Bad Batch was minding their own business, filling the time by completing chores or taking naps.

Omega, on the other hand, found herself wondering what she should do to occupy her free time. She scavenged the ship in search of anything that looked remotely entertaining.

While exploring, the little girl curiously opened a small compartment on the ship's side. Reaching her small hand into the highest cubby, Omega knocked an object over. A holopad roughly clattered at her feet. She gingerly picked up the device, turned it over, and instantly recognized the picture.

With a hazy backdrop, Clone Force 99 casually posed for their picture to be taken. Omega thought back to the day she first saw the image. She remembered that day like it was yesterday, for that was when the Bad Batch had rescued her from Kamino.

After spending most of her life on that rainy planet waiting to meet the Bad Batch, her expectations were exceeded when she finally encountered her brothers. They were much nicer than any of the regs she had ever met, who practically ignored her existence. However, Clone Force 99 made Omega feel like she belonged somewhere; with them.

Clank!

The little blonde turned her head and noticed Tech grumbling to himself after he dropped his spanner. Omega wished to help her spectacled brother, unfortunately, he was mending a very complex set of wires that left Omega unable to offer any assistance. This was often the case, so Omega decided she would try to brighten his spirits.

She rushed to the gunner's mound and pulled out a small bin filled with colored pencils and sheets of thin paper; gifts from her brothers. Omega hoped that her brilliant scheme would make Tech feel appreciated. She didn't want him to think that his squad took him for granted.

Omega walked over to the desk in the ship's center and began to draw. With every stroke of her pencil, Omega felt herself grow more tired. She yawned one last time before she completed her sketch, and then instantly fell asleep against the seat.

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After spending another hour working on the Marauder, Tech finally finished the repairs. He pushed his goggles to the top of his head so he could rub his weary eyes. Tech headed in the direction of the bunks but stopped short when he noticed Omega's sleepy form.

He was curiously wondering just what exactly she had been up to, before noticing the sheet of paper next to her. The clone gingerly reached for the paper and studied the sketch in front of him.

The drawing consisted of Omega, Gonky, and to his surprise, himself. Tech looked over to Sleeping-Omega with shock written all over his chiseled face.

He stood there for a moment before he decided that she couldn't possibly be comfortable in her current position. So he took it upon himself to fix her dilemma. The intellectual clone tenderly and effortlessly lifted Omega up into his steady arms. He carefully walked up to the gunner's mound, climbed the rungs, and set the little girl down.

Tech grabbed her cozy blanket, snuggly wrapping it around her body. Then, he affectionately brushed Omega's blonde hair to the side of her head, fondly thinking to himself...

How lucky I am to have a sister like you.

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