Star Wars: Destiny's Choice

Chapter 13

Many full moons passed since both teams returned to Pabu, welcomed by the serene embrace of tranquility.  Batcher's young pups eventually grew and found families of their own. Amidst the peaceful respite, Hunter and Tech were deeply engrossed in unraveling and understanding the enigma of M-Count and Project Necromancer. As well as stop the persistent fixation the Empire has on Omega. Their days were a symphony of data analysis, historical records, and speculative hypotheses as they delved into of clandestine agendas.

Beka, on the other hand, found herself embroiled in a different challenge altogether: training Omega. Her attempts to guide the young girl were met with the obstinate resistance of impatience. With every lesson, Beka confronted the formidable task of teaching Omega. Trying to teach discipline that requires focus, so she could harness her latent abilities. "Omega, focus," Beka insisted once more, her voice a gentle yet firm reminder of the task at hand.

Omega, perched on a rugged rock formation, let out an exasperated groan. "I don't even know what I'm focusing on," she confessed, frustration lacing her words as her hand remained outstretched, eyes shut tight against the distractions of the world around her.

"You're too distracted by everything around you. Focus on what's in front of you," Beka advised, her patience a testament to her unwavering dedication to her pupil's growth.

"But my eyes are closed. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel," Omega retorted, a hint of defiance in her tone.

Beka exchanged a knowing glance with Hunter, silently conveying the challenges they faced in guiding Omega along her path. "Why don't you take a break?" she suggested, recognizing the futility of pressing further at this moment.

"Fine. I'm going to check on Crosshair and Jetto," Omega declared, her decision made as she rose from her perch and dashed past Hunter.

As Omega hurried away, Beka couldn't help but release a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping in momentary defeat. "Not going too well?" Hunter inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"From what you and Tech told me, and our encounter with Ventress, she's Force-sensitive but impatient," Beka lamented, her words carrying the weight of uncertainty as she grappled with the complexities of Omega's untamed potential.

"Can she be trained?" Hunter's voice was tinged with uncertainty as he voiced the question.

"It depends on whether she wants to be trained by me. I can't force her," Beka responded with a heavy sigh.

"Okay then," Hunter murmured, a sense of resignation coloring his tone as he absently rubbed the back of his neck, the tension in his muscles a silent testament to the weight of their shared burden.

"I'd like to know what's going on between you and Crosshair, though," Beka interjected, her curiosity tempered with a touch of concern as she sought to unravel the tangled threads of unresolved conflict that seemed to bind their group together.

"Nothing," Hunter replied almost too quickly, his deflection as swift.

"It's not nothing. Ever since we found each other again, you and him been avoiding each other or not talking," Beka insisted, her words a gentle yet firm reminder that the truth, however elusive, could not be so easily concealed.

"Jedi sensing trick?" Hunter attempted to deflect once more, his attempt at humor falling flat in the face of Beka's unwavering gaze.

"No, it's obvious tension," Beka corrected, her intuition honed by years of training as a Jedi Master. This allowed her to see beyond the masks they all wore, revealing the raw emotions simmering beneath the surface.

"Uh, you know Crosshair chose the Empire over us, then changed his mind when they turned on him. It was Omega that helped him escape," Hunter explained, his voice tinged with the weight of unresolved emotions that lingered from their tumultuous past.