The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Manipulated

Context: During S3.15 (The Calvary has Arrived). Right after Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair are set free by Omega

     Omega smirked as Hemlock's snarky smile fell right off his face, replaced with the daunting look of a sudden, fearful realization. Omega ripped her arm out of the CX-2's grasp, tumbling back into the table where Hunter slowly but surely began coming to.

"Hunter," Omega whispered, touching his arm. Her brother groaned in pain as he shook his head, eyes roaming around the room in a hazy, unfocused manner.

Omega fidgeted with his arm restraints. They were still too tight despite Wrecker's burst of strength which sent a piece of metal flying into the control panel. The young clone tugged on the shackles once more met again with no avail.

"Ugh, come on!" she begged, shaking her brother. As if the maker had heard her pleas, she caught glimpse of a discarded blaster sitting directly on the floor in front of her as if it were desperately calling out to her.

Wasting no time, Omega lunged for the abandoned weapon. She could use it to shoot the restraints. Hunter was already waking up, if she could just free him, he would take care of things like he always did. The nightmare would finally be over.

Just as she picked up the blaster, a merciless arm wrapped around her middle.

"Hey!" Omega yelped, thrashing in the unfamiliar grasp. "Let me go!"

"Not a chance," Hemlock's once calm, prideful voice dripped with venom as he clamped a stun cuff around her right wrist. "You haven't won yet," he said, tightening the binder to the point Omega felt like it was cutting off her blood circulation. 

Omega glared at him with a fierce fire in her eyes. "Face it, you've failed," she snarled, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of her mouth.

"We'll see about that."

Hemlock yanked the girl along, not daring to give the awakening batch of angry clones behind him a single glance. Omega tried to keep up with the man's longer strides, tripping over her own foot once in a while. She wished Hemlock could see the dirty looks she was giving his back. If her looks could kill, Hemlock would have been six feet under a long time ago.

"Where are you taking me?" Omega asked. They had passed by the doctor's private landing platform. If he wasn't trying to escape, then what were his intentions?

"You'll see soon enough," Hemlock hissed, "If you can remember, that is."

"What?" Omega gasped as Hemlock pulled her into a white, sterile room.

Medical equipment surrounded a singular table in the middle of the enclosed space. Omega tried to inch away, knowing what was about to happen; however, her attempts were met with Hemlock roughly jerking her forward, detaching the latter cuff from his own wrist, leaving her half free. Hemlock threw her into the wall— much like Cad Bane did when he and Fennec were preparing to trade off— as he fiddled with a mysterious item in his uniform. Omega sucked in a sharp breath. Now was her opportunity. She began to move slowly toward the automatic door, waiting for it to sense her motion.

Then it happened. The door hissed open, the white corridors were open and free. It was a road awaiting her pounding boots, a road that would lead her back to her family. The girl turned to sprint, her adrenaline buzzing when a sound she was trained to be cautious of caused her to tense, her burning hope dampened by the evil which was Hemlock's only weapon.

"That wasn't smart, Omega." Hemlock held his blaster firmly, pointed straight at the clone. "I was kind enough to give you freedoms within my base. You all but took advantage of that trust. We could have been allies, you and I."