What If All of This Could Make You Braver

Omega

This took place between season 3, episodes 9 'The Harbinger' and 10 'Identity Crisis'.

"No, not like this," Crosshair instructed gently as he held Omega's hands, fixing her grip on the blaster. "Keep your hand steady, eyes on the target, and since you're a beginner, don't be quick to fire. Take your time."

"But you don't even have to wait for a second and you don't miss a shot," she pouted at him.

"In case you've forgotten, my enhancement is sharpshooting, so I'm meant to be good at this. And I've had much more practice than you did," he said, eyebrow raised.

Omega laughed and began firing off targets, impressing Crosshair when she managed to take down 2 out of four, after three days of practice.

"You're getting good at this," he patted her head.

"Let's do some more."

"But you'll get exhausted. You won't have precision anymore."

"But you keep doing it for hours. I wanna be like you."

"How touching. Alright, let's continue."

After a rather successful five-hour training, they headed back home, but not until Omega had another idea.

"Crosshair, see those stumps?" she pointed to nearby blocks of wood that were previously houses but got abandoned and ransacked.

"Uh-huh."

"Let's have a shooting challenge."

"You ready, kid? I can still hit pretty well."

"You're on."

The challenge, first looking like an easy victory for Crosshair, progressively became more difficult as Omega hit more targets ad threatened Crosshair's win.

The final round began, and Crosshair laughed and said, "give up, kid! I'm still five shots ahead of you."

Omega smiled at him. "I never gave up on you, so why should I give up on myself now?" she turned and fired straight bullseye.

Even though Crosshair won, he still felt a turmoil inside of him and Omega seemed to notice it, as on the way back, she held his hand and squeezed it. "Something you want to talk about, Crosshair?"

Crosshair took a deep breath. "When we were talking about Ventress, you said you never gave up on me. Why?"

Omega looked at him like this was the easiest question in the galaxy. "Because you're my brother."

"But...I tried to hunt you down. I even once nearly killed you all. Why did you trust me?"

Omega leaned into him. "I've known you since you were born, Crosshair. I like to find the good in people. All those times, you never killed us, when you could have. You let us go from Ryloth, when you were more than capable of shooting us down. You didn't kill Howzer there. When Hunter got captured and we came to Kamino, you killed your own squad, not us. You told Hunter to keep me safe. You told us all you wanted to do was to keep us with you, to keep us safe from the Empire as fugitives. You saved me when you didn't have to. You sent that transmission, knowing what risks you are going to take for it. I knew there was always good in you, Crosshair. I knew you were good. You proved me right. That's why I trusted you."

Crosshair sighed. "Thanks, kid."

"That's what siblings are for, Crosshair. You're my brother, and I love you so much."

Crosshair froze at those cute words as he felt a tiny figure hugging his legs. He bent down to her and let her embrace him.

"I'll always keep you safe, Omega, if that's the last thing I do."