After the disaster with nearly losing the Marauder, Omega begrudgingly accepts one last mission from Cid s a cargo thief... again. It turns out the cargo is not what her squad expected. And Tech is, frankly, on the edge of his patience.
"Not sure what's got you all twisted up in knots," Cid states flatly.
Tech watches her disbelievingly, arms crossed over his chest, sharing a glance with Hunter, whose scowl shares the same annoyance, his dark hair thrown messily over his face. Omega's watching the same, standing between the two of them. The twins are seated in the back of the cockpit, scowling equally hard.
It's a good thing they're not personally on Ord Mantell – Tech rather things Crosshair would try to tear her to shreds, scale by scale.
"We were stranded on that planet, Cid," Omega answers shortly, "We needed you, and you left us."
"You're fine now, aren't you? And you got your ship back," Cid throws back.
"Yeah, and no help from you," Wrecker grumbles, glaring. He looks hurt.
"Do you wanna mope or make money?" Cid asks, "Because I got a tip on a downed ship, which means cargo ripe for the taking. I'll even give you 30% of the cut."
As though that were enough compensation for what she pulled? "That is our standard percentage," Tech points out flatly.
"All right. This one time, let's say 35%." No one budges. "Okay, 40. Fine, 50% as a token of my goodwill, that you seem to have forgotten. I'm sending you the intel now. Don't come back unless you scavenge something valuable."
"Why do you think we'd come back at all?" Hunter snarks back.
Crosshair scoffs to add to it.
"Don't test me!" she snaps back, "Just get it done."
She cuts the connection, watching disbelievingly. Tech is not all that surprised, honestly, though he is still angry. But he also knows they'll have to be careful. If the Empire came after them, they have nowhere to go, and Cid has enough information. They've never been a target, but presently, the Empire still believes them dead. And they are not in a situation to fight. Daro proved that. They do not have many options, and need to pick carefully from what path they walked down.
Echo would say to fight, but Echo made his choice, and they are not him.
"Severing ties with Cid could be problematic, considering what she knows about us," Tech warns.
"I agree," Omega sighs, sitting on the edge of the controls. "I think it'd be best to do this one last mission before parting ways, just to... try ending on good terms. I don't know." She sighs, turning away and rubbing her forehead. She's lost without Echo. Tech feels the same.
Hunter reaches out to squeeze her wrist. "We're gonna figure this out," he offers, "She sent the coordinates for the shuttle, though... nothing about how it crashed."
Tech takes the datapad, scanning over the information. "Yes," he agrees, "There is no information about the shuttle's shape or safety."
"There's a surprise," Wrecker grumbles. He looks miserable. Tech throws him a sympathetic look.
"Scaveging cargo couldn't be that hard, could it?" Crosshair asks.
"Yes," Hunter and Omega chorus.
This... is not going to go well.
***
The ship is near a village, which Omega guesses is why it was found. Tech ins inclined to agree.
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Mom Omega
FanfictionAfter becoming the sergeant of a not-even-squad consisting solely of herself and Echo, Omega had genuinely lost hope of seeing her little brothers again. She didn't expect it to change. Until it did.
