The Bad Batch: Oneshots

I'm Sorry I've Left You

Context: After Tantiss, normal Pabu life (Tech is dead in this i fear)

     Pabu's summer days weren't to be tested. It was mid afternoon and the sun hung high in the clear blue sky, glaring down in all its blazing glory at any and all who dared step foot outside. The village was almost quiet, the only sound being that of wind chimes singing as a gentle sea breeze brushed over the decorative arrangement which were strung over selected domiciles.

Omega stared blankly out her bedroom window at the distant crashing waves. Just a week ago she was freely splashing through the churning waters with Batcher. Now, her brothers barely let her outside for more than thirty minutes. The girl sighed heavily, falling onto her back, landing on a throne of assorted, patterned blankets.

The Lurca hound yawned, awakening at the sudden movement, looking up at Omega with tired eyes.

"Sorry, girl," Omega apologized. She reached her hand out, scratching under the animal's chin. The hound leaned into her touch with a happy lopsided grin.

"When do you think this heatwave is going to end?" the clone asked, continuing to pet the creature absentmindedly.

Batcher whined, jumping up, scratching at the windowsill.

Omega looked at the hound with a sad smile, nevertheless, she spoke with her best imitation of a 'sergeant voice.'

"I know, but it's too hot for your paws. You can't go out."

Batcher growled, walking in a frantic circle, hoping her owner would understand.

Omega's eyes widened upon the realization.

"Oh no, you don't. Not on my rug."

The girl threw open her door, calling out for assistance to no one in particular. Wrecker happened to be the closest. The giant stumbled down the tight hall.

"What's wrong, kid?" he asked, his initial concern dissipating upon his gaze landing on his sister's slightly irritated face.

Omega pushed her door open further, pointing to the crying mess behind her.

"Batcher needs to go... bad. Could you help me take her down to the beach?"

Wrecker laughed, his boisterous chuckles echoing down the corridor, filling the halls with a soulful cheeriness. "Aw, of course I can! No burnt paws on my watch!" Wrecker bent down, picking up the large animal with ease.

Omega, trying to be of help, manned the doors. As she swung open the door to the front of the house, a wave of heat hit her, feeling close to that of the heat of an ion engine.

"You know, Hunter's gonna kill me for not hosing you down with sunscreen," Wrecker commented as the two, plus Batcher, walked down to the shore.

Omega rolled her eyes. "We'll be back inside in less than fifteen. He doesn't need to know."

"Yeah, but you burn easy. In ten you'll be lookin' like Hunter's bandana."

"Hey!" Omega scrunched up her nose, trying to not break from her offended act. "At least my head is protected." The girl ran her hand through her head of long golden locks, smirking up at her brother's bald one.

"Oh yeah? Well, uh, at least I, uh—"

"We're here!" Omega exclaimed before Wrecker could come up with a new insult. Batcher seemed to have had enough conversation as she lept out of the larger clone's arms, landing on the grainy sand with a dramatic thud.

"I'll take her down to the water." Omega waved over her shoulder as she chased after the hound who already began to sprint off.

Omega watched as Batcher explored the shore, sniffing the usual rocks before finding a secluded spot to do her business. Once done, Batcher's energy skyrocketed, and it was evident as to why. A group of moonyos caught the hound's attention.