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writingforfun0714 · 2 years

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I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I figured I should stop being so scared and just post, even if no one sees/likes it.

Here’s my first OC fic for Bad Batch. It’s a full fic based on my 2nd part of my HC of the Batch finding/adopting a Jedi youngling, here. I even drew a quick sketch of one of the scenes here.

Her name is Maisy and she’s a 4 1/2yr Jedi youngling.

I’m hoping to make this a multi-chapter/part fic.

Warnings—contains talk of mental illness/trauma, spoilers for Clone Wars and Bad Batch, headcanons, OC character, mentions of Obi-wan Kenobi, O66 trauma, 3rd POV

*I put OWK cuz my OC’s backstory is almost identical to Reva’s though isn’t really mentioned in this chapter.

**Takes place during ep10 Common Ground and goes to finale

**I HC that S1 and S2 of BB are about a year apart w/ each ep being about 3 weeks apart aside from the last 2 eps (which are 2 parts)**

So ep 10 is about 8-9mo from O66 (ep1)

About my OC—Maisy is a 4 and a half year old jedi youngling who is found by Omega during ep10. Having being told to stay behind, Omega meets Maisy when the youngling sneaks food from Cid’s

Older Sister

Chapter 1

3rd POV

The Batch rescued Omega from Bane and Shand and are finally back on Ord Mantell. They had just stopped to get some Mantell Mix as per tradition (and because of the whole ordeal Omega went through) to cheer the young clone up. Omega sits perched on Wrecker’s left shoulder as the squad walks through the alleyways back to Cid’s bar.

“How’s the Mantell Mix kid?” Wrecker asks. Omega eats a few pieces as she grabs more and drops some in Wrecker’s mouth.

“Better than ever,” she tells him as he nods in agreement.

“Yeah it is!” Wrecker exclaims before laughing.

“So when’s our next mission?” Omega asks.

“With 2 bounty hunters after you, it’d be wise to keep a low profile,” Tech turns around to explain to the girl as Wrecker sets her down.

“Tech’s right,” Hunter agrees, “There’s too much heat on us right now.”

“Ha! That never stopped us before,” Wrecker says when Hunter suddenly pulls the larger clone to the side a bit.

“The kid’s been through enough. She needs a break,” Hunter tells the explosives expert quietly before they glance over and watch Omega offer Tech and Echo some of her food. Echo takes a few pieces and sniffs them curiously while Tech gives them a small smile.

“She seems fine to me,” Wrecker whispers to Hunter before the sergeant of the squad heads into the seedy bar they’ve been calling home. Wrecker, Tech, Omega and Echo all follow Hunter inside.

It’s mostly empty aside from the regulars and Cid.

“I’ve got a mission for you boys,” Cid informs the Batch as they walk in and take seats at the bar, “A simple extraction on Raxus.”

“Raxus?” Tech questions, “That is the former center of the Separatist government. It has since become an Imperial outpost—“

“I’m not interested in a history lesson, Goggles,” Cid shakes her head, “You’re being hired to locate and free Senator Avi Singh from his confinement,” Cid shows them a hologram of the senator.

“My client will meet you at the given coordinates to brief you. Details are on this. Now get going,” she tosses a datachip to Tech, but Hunter catches it midair. The squad looks at Hunter questioningly.

“Help a Separatist?” Hunter asks and pauses, as if briefly considering it, “Not gonna happen,” he tells Cid, tossing the chip back to the Trandoshan bar owner.

“Your debt’s still not paid, remember?” She says, “A job’s a job.” She argues. Hunter motions for them to talk away from the group and Cid follows. Once they are out of immediate earshot of the group, Hunter faces Cid.

“I am not bringing Omega to a planet swarming with Imperials,” Hunter says definitively.

“So leave her here with me. I’ll keep an eye on her,” Cid offers.

“I don’t exactly trust you either,” Hunter admits, crossing his arms and Cid smirks.

“Good. You shouldn’t,” she tells him before continuing, “But if keeping the kid safe means more money in my pocket, then it’s in my best interest to do so, isn’t it?” Cid asks, poking the sergeant’s chest plate with her clawed finger.

“If anything happens to her—“

“Yeah, yeah Bandana. Just get outta here, will you?” Cid waves Hunter off after shoving the chip at him. He looks at her and sighs. He doesn’t want to do this mission, but they still have a debt.

Hunter walks up as Omega readies her electrobow across her body.

“Ready when you are, Sergeant,” Omega salutes excitedly. Hunter kneels down to be eye-level with the girl.

“Not this time, Omega. You’re staying with Cid,” Hunter tells her.

“But th-the mission. I’m part of the squad too,” Omega insists.

“Then following orders shouldn’t be a problem,” Hunter argues gently, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Stay close to Cid and don’t leave this parlor,” Hunter orders, “Got it, soldier?” He asks. Omega groans with a sigh as she rolls her eyes a bit.

“Yes sir,” she answers Hunter obediently. He nods and heads out with Tech and Echo following. Wrecker gives Omega a pat on the shoulder as if to say ‘don’t worry’ before following his brothers out to the Marauder while Omega looks on sadly.

“Hey, Tiny, I got a mission for you,” Cid says, waving the sponge she’s holding a bit, getting the girl’s attention. She tosses the scrubber to Omega, who catches it.

“Now get scrubbing,” Cid orders and Omega frowns before doing as she’s told, albeit with minimal/low effort.

2 of Cid’s regulars are arguing over a game of holochess as the Trandoshan bar owner walks past them. Omega’s sitting on a bar stool, her head resting on her hand (with her elbow propped on the table) slowly running the scrubber on her spot, clearly upset about being left behind. Cid approaches the blonde-haired girl.

“Enough with the moping around,” Cid snaps, “You’re bringing the mood down around here.” She motions around to the mostly empty parlor.

“Sorry,” Omega replies sarcastically before going back to looking sad.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s wrong with you?” Cid asks.

“I haven’t heard back from them yet. Do you think they’re ok?” Omega asks with a shrug.

“They better be for what this job’s paying,” Cid replies.

“I should’ve gone with them on the mission,” Omega says, angrily shoving the sponge away, “It’s not fair,” she crosses her arms angrily.

“I’ve got news for you, kid. Life ain’t fair,” Cid says, grabbing the sponge, “You don’t like it? Stop pouting and do something about it,” Cid says, receiving a look from the girl.

“Maybe if you weren’t so helpless, those 4 laser brains wouldn’t have left you here with me,” Cid tells the girl.

Having had enough of Cid’s talk, Omega frowns and slides off the stool before angrily walking away from the female Trandoshan. The 2 regulars, who have been paying attention to them, look at Cid and shake their heads.

“What’re you 2 looking at?!” Cid asks, throwing the scrubber at the Weequay before approaching Omega, who’s sitting on the edge of a booth seat, sitting with her arms crossed, facing away from them. Cid approaches the girl.

“I’m not helpless,” Omega says, clearly angry before turning away.

“Look, kid, I told dark and broody I’d keep an eye on you and keep you safe,” Cid explains.

“Hmm-for how much?” Omega asks. Cid scowls at the girl and scoffs.

“Not enough,” Cid grumbles before leaving the girl alone.

Cid decided to join her regulars, a Weequay and a Tall (Tahl? Idk), in a game of Dejarik. Omega decided to go back to scrubbing the bar table down, but is also listening in/paying attention to the game Cid’s playing.

“You’ve got her cornered!” the Tall exclaims triumphantly, causing Omega to look over. Cid is playing the 2 regulars.

“Oh, yeah, I’m real scared,” Cid mocks before thinking about her move.

“Delay all you want, you’re not getting out of this one,” the Weequay says. Cid is about to press the button.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Omega says, stopping Cid’s clawed finger. The bar owner looks at the young girl, who shakes her head.

“Hear that? We got an expert here,” Cid tells her opponents before going ahead with her move. She presses the upper button and the holographic figure chitters and whistles before getting taken down by one of the bigger figures. The Tall laughs.

“She’s done for!” The Tall says to the Weequay. Cid scowls lightly.

“I told you,” Omega warned.

“Well, expert, what should I do next?” Cid asks and Omega approaches, joining the game.

The young girl studies the holochess board a bit before pushing three buttons in a specific sequence and watching the board for her results. Cid’s largest figure takes out the last 2 dejarik figures her regulars had, causing the Tall to groan in frustration.

“You blew it!” He exclaims, shoving the Weequay a bit.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who said to bet it all!” The Weequay argues.

“You wanna take this outside?!” The Tall asks.

“Gladly!” The Weequay answers and they head outside to fight while Cid stares in disbelief.

“How’d you know to do that?” She asks the girl curiously. Omega smiles.

“It’s a strategy game. I’m good at strategy,” she says and Cid thinks for a moment.

“Hmm..how good? Enough to uh…win a few matches for some money?” Cid asks.

“Depends…what’s my cut?” Omega asks smartly.

“Hmm..30%,” Cid offers. Omega thinks on it briefly.

“60,” the girl counters. Cid thinks it over and nods.

At first, customers trickle in but once they start playing, and losing to Omega, a crowd starts to form and word of mouth spreads, bringing in all sorts of people. Despite the large, outstanding debt the Bad Batch owes, Omega’s able to win it back and then some with only 7 games. The girl just finishes off her latest opponent and the crowd cheers.

“Better luck next time,” Cid tells the male Nautolan, who pays Cid, who in turn, splits the credits with Omega.

“Can I use the refresher?” Omega asks and Cid nods.

“5 minute break everyone—refresh your drinks, and get your credits,” Cid tells the crowd that is gathered around the dejarik board. Omega hurries to the restroom at the back of the bar.

Once she’s done, Omega heads out to hear Cid grunting and calling out.

“Hey! Hey get back here you little thief!” Cid exclaims. Omega frowns and hurries into the parlor and spots Cid holding a small scrawny girl by her wrist. Omega sees the girl is wearing tattered looking robes and has thick, wild, shaggy blackish brown hair and bright dark eyes. The little girl can’t be older than 5, but because Omega grew up around clones, it’s a little hard for her to guess ages (since most clones have accelerated aging).

“Cid! What’s going on!?” Omega asks as the little girl wriggles and squirms, trying to free herself from Cid’s iron grip.

“I caught this little wamp rat stealing food from behind the bar-“ Cid explains before turning to her regulars.

“Should we call the police?” The Tall asks and the little girl gasps.

“Don’t-“ Cid tells them as the little girl manages to slip free from Cid’s grip.

“Grab her!” Cid exclaims. The girl manages to dodge the Weequay and Tall but Omega manages to catch the girl by her belt.

“Aah!” The little girl yelps and struggles in Omega’s grip.

“Good job kid,” Cid says.

“It’s ok-I’m not gonna hurt you-“ Omega assures the squirming, wriggling little girl, who practically radiates fear.

“Easy kid-easy-“ Cid says, approaching cautiously. The little girl’s breathing increases to a rapid pace and Omega notices.

“It’s ok-this is Cid, she’s a friend. This is her bar,” Omega explains. The little girl absorbs Omega’s words and sees the young clone give her an encouraging smile.

“It’s ok,” Omega assures her as the little girl stops squirming. She looks at Omega up and down before sensing the truth to the young clone’s words. The little girl is cautious but has stopped wriggling and Omega’s grip lightens up considerably.

“My name’s Omega, what’s your name?” Omega introduces. The mysterious little girl looks between Omega and Cid. At first the girl doesn’t answer, afraid of giving her identity away. Her stomach growls in hunger and she blushes.

“C’mon kid, I’ll let you have whatever we have to eat if you tell us your name,” Cid bribes. The girl nods and Omega takes the girl’s hand in her own and leads her over to the bar stools.

Omega takes the seat to the left of the girl as she climbs up into the bar stool that’s as tall as her. The little girl has to shift to her knees to reach the bar table. Cid offers the girl a cup of water and she takes it immediately.

“Thank you,” the little girl says before gulping down the whole glass. Cid smirks while Omega genuinely smiles.

“She talks,” Cid says and the little girl nods as she eyes the bowl of fries she got caught eating. Cid notices.

“You like those huh? I think we have more somewhere-“ Cid says and walks to the back to find more, leaving Omega alone with the girl.

“So, what’s your name?” Omega asks once they’re alone.

“Maisy…I’m Maisy,” the little girl introduces shyly. Omega smiles.

“Nice to meet you Maisy,” she says before her face falls.

“Are…you by yourself?” Omega asks. Maisy’s eyes widen and she tenses at Omega’s question before managing a small nod.

“I am…now,” Maisy replies sadly. Omega frowns worriedly.

“If you don’t have anyone else, you can come with me and my brothers-“ Omega tells Maisy. Before Maisy can ask, Cid walks back in holding a fresh basket of fries.

“So, did you find anything out, Tiny? Though I guess compared to her, you’re not so tiny,” Cid says and Omega smirks.

“She said her name’s Maisy and she’s by herself,” Omega explains.

“Where are your parents kid?” Cid asks the little girl, sliding the basket of food over to the small, scrawny girl who clearly hasn’t eaten in a while. Maisy looks up at Cid in confusion.

“Parents? What is parents?” Maisy asks.

“Parents, you know, the adults that take care of you-“ Cid explains. Maisy does remember one adult. An elderly man. There were other adults, but she remembers him the most. He was nice and kind.

“Gone…dead,” Maisy whimpers when she remembers what happened. Omega frowns sympathetically and places a comforting hand on the younger girl’s shoulder.

“It’s ok…you can stay with me,” Omega assures Maisy, who looks at her through teary eyes. Maisy gives a small watery sniff.

“Really?” She asks and Omega nods.

“I promise,” she says.

“Promise?” Maisy asks and Omega nods.

“It’s unbreakable, it’s what friends do,” Omega says.

“Friends,” Maisy repeats and Omega smiles. As she eats, Omega talks with Maisy, trying to find out any other information on the little girl.

“So how old are you Maisy?” Omega asks.

“I’m 4 and a half-“ Maisy answers before looking Omega up and down.

“How old are you?” Maisy asks her.

“I’m 11,” Omega tells her and the girl nods.

“There were a bunch of kids your age in the class above me,” Maisy tells Omega.

“Class?” Omega asks and Maisy nods.

“At the Temple,” she tells the young clone as she finishes up, licking her fingers. Omega thinks. Temple? She hasn’t seen any Temple on Ord Mantell since the Batch came to be in Cid’s service.

“Cid-what’s this Temple Maisy’s talking about?” Omega asks.

“Hmm, there’s nothing like that that I know of here. Could be the Jedi Temple on Coruscant…most everyone knows that one,” Cid tells Omega. Her eyes widen and she turns to Maisy.

“Are you…a Jedi?” Omega asks. Maisy blinks in shock at her.

“No-..No I’m not. Jedi carry lightsabers,” Maisy argues, remembering her master’s dying words. Omega frowns as if knowing the young girl isn’t telling her everything.

“She’s right kid, the Jedi I worked with carried those laser swords,” Cid tells Omega.

“Are you from here?” Omega asks and Maisy shakes her head.

“Have you been on Ord Mantell long? How did you get here?” Omega asks at once.

“I-I don’t know…m-my ship crashed here and…and I was taken. But I got away. I’m not sure how long it’s been, a few moons maybe,” Maisy tells Omega, who nods and thinks to herself. Maisy looks at Omega and while the young clone is deep in thought, Maisy’s eyes scan Omega’s face.

“A-Are you a clone?” Maisy asks Omega innocently. Omega looks at the young girl.

“I am…how did you know?” Omega answers honestly before asking.

“Your eyes. They look like Commander Fox’s…and he’s a clone. But..but I’ve never heard of a girl clone,” Maisy says, clearly confused. Omega nods.

“I’m different. I’m unaltered,” Omega tells the girl, surprising herself. She had just come to terms of who she is and yet, something about this little girl makes Omega want to tell her.

Flashes of Master Shaak Ti race by in Omega’s mind as she doesn’t have many of the Jedi Master. She knew the Jedi through the Togruta master in charge of the clones before Nala Se intervened. Omega wonders why this girl reminds her of the Jedi master…but the young clone suddenly wonders where Master Ti is and if she’s ok.

“Omega?” Maisy asks, getting Omega’s attention.

“Hm?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, it’s just…you remind me of someone from my home,” Omega says. Seeing Maisy not make eye contact, Omega realizes the younger girl is a bit uncomfortable.

Looking for a distraction, Omega spots the Dejarik board behind her and smiles.

“Hey, have you ever played Dejarik?” Omega asks the girl. She blinks and shakes her head.

“C’mon, I’ll teach you,” Omega offers and Maisy smiles.

“Ok,” she says and follows Omega.

They take the adjacent spots as Omega turns the holochess board on and explaining the rules and object of the game. She goes through each piece and their corresponding buttons.

“Ok, ready?” Omega asks and when Maisy nods, the older girl motions for the younger to go first. Maisy nods and starts off with a basic move.

As the moves go on, Maisy managed to corner Omega and beat the older girl. Wanting a rematch, Maisy happily agreed and the girls are now on their 4th game with Omega only winning 1 game.

“Are you sure you’ve never played this before?” Omega asks. Maisy shakes her head. Truth be told, Maisy’s life consisted of studying and training at the Temple on Coruscant. The Jedi had no time for such games. Once Maisy’s had enough, Omega tells Cid to resume the betting.

“Can I watch?” Maisy asks Omega and the older girl nods.

“Of course,” she says and pulls a seat over to her side so Maisy can sit next to her. The young girl smiles and hurries over as the next challenger takes the seat across the board.

The rest of the Batch finally return from successfully retrieving Senator Avi Singh. Hunter notices the amount of people first.

“What’s all this?” Wrecker asks, wondering why there are so many people wanting to go to Cid’s.

“C’mon,” Hunter says and they follow the sergeant inside.

“Man! No one can stop these kids!” A patron exclaims. Hunter and Tech push past a few to get a look.

“Of course,” Hunter says. Everyone’s eyes widen when they see Omega make the winning move. The crowd cheers.

That’s when Omega spots Hunter and the others within the crowd and waves at him.

“Alright, that’s it, no more bets,” Cid says, walking up to the Batch. Omega hurries over to her brothers. Maisy watches curiously from her spot. The others haven’t seemed to notice her yet.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Wrecker asks, picking the young girl up.

“She’s a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Cid says, making Omega smile.

“I told you to keep a low profile. This is the opposite,” Hunter scolds lightly, making Omega’s smile turn into a frown.

“Ease up Bandana,” Cid says, shoving Hunter roughly to get him to face her.

“Omega made enough money to clear off the debt you boys owe me, so try showing a little more gratitude to my friend,” Cid says, pointing her clawed finger at the sergeant, who blinks in surprise. She walks up to Omega, who is still in Wrecker’s arms.

“You did good,” she says, placing her clawed hand on Omega’s shoulder in an approving/kind gesture, making the girl smile again.

“Senator, glad you made it. Let’s talk payment,” Cid says, showing the Senator and his droid to her office to talk business, leaving the Batch alone in the parlor, since everyone cleared out. Maisy stays silent to watch the interaction between Omega and the men wearing clone armor painted black and red.

“You really paid off our debt?” Hunter asks Omega.

“I wanted to be useful, even if I couldn’t go on the mission,” Omega tells him. She looks at the holochess board and that’s when she spots Maisy’s thick, wild, shaggy dark brown hair poking out from behind and she remembers her new friend. She hurries over and the boys watch.

“It’s ok, they’re my brothers,” Omega says, holding something. The boys wonder who she’s talking to until she manages to coax a little girl out from hiding.

The Batch stare in shock.

“Hunter…Hunter this is my new friend,” Omega introduces.

“Omega?” Hunter asks, clearly confused at seeing Omega with a much younger girl in what appears to be Jedi robes.

“Woah,” Wrecker comments.

“Who is that?” Tech asks.

“I don’t believe it,” Echo says in awe. When Maisy looks them over, she suddenly recognizes them as clones.

“C-Clones?” She asks. Hunter nods.

“This is Hunter, our squad leader,” Omega introduces.

“Omega, who is that?” Hunter asks, repeating Tech’s question.

“This is Maisy. She’s my new friend,” Omega tells the sergeant. He looks at the little girl and she looks back at him with large, owl-like eyes.

“How did you two meet?” Echo asks and Omega explains that Cid caught her sneaking food.

“Who are you?” Maisy asks, tired of answering questions.

“I’m Wrecker-“ the largest clone introduces first and Omega smiles at how readily and easily Wrecker is to get to know her new friend.

“My name’s Echo..that’s Tech,” Echo introduces. Despite his modifications, he looks the most like the clones Maisy is used to. Tech analyzes her with his visor.

“Young human child. Origins…Coruscant?” Tech says and they all look at Maisy.

“You’re from Coruscant?” Hunter asks and Maisy nods and the boys share a look but don’t say anything.

“Omega’s been teaching me about Dejarik. She taught me how to play,” Maisy tells them and Omega smiles.

“Oh yeah? Well let’s put those strategy skills to the test. One match. If you win, no more sitting out on missions,” Hunter says, exciting Omega. He turns the board on and motions with his head to it. She hurries over and motions for Maisy to come sit next to her.

“You ready for this?” Hunter asks.

“Are you?” Omega asks back and the 2 begin to play.

“So Maisy…do you have any family or someone we can contact for you?” Hunter asks, making his move. The little girl shakes her head sadly.

“I’m…alone,” she says and Omega quickly pulls the younger girl closer, knowing that feeling all too well.

“Not with me you’re not. We’re friends and as your friend, I’m here for you,” Omega tells her, making a move.

“Omega-“ Hunter tries.

“Hunter-she has no one,” Omega insists. He sighs, making another move.

“We can’t take her with us Omega,” Hunter says and Omega frowns, clearly upset. Maisy looks away, clearly uncomfortable being talked about right in front of.

“Why not? Helping people is what soldiers do-“ Omega argues, making a counter move.

“We don’t have the resources. Besides, Maisy is a lot younger than you and needs more attentive care,” Hunter argues.

“I can take care of myself. I don’t wanna be a burden-“ Maisy argues.

“You’re not a burden,” Omega argues almost immediately before turning back to Hunter.

“Please Hunter? She needs us,” Omega begs. Hunter sighs and looks at Omega’s new friend.

Whether its her large pleading eyes or Omega’s insisting look, Hunter breaks first and nods.

“Alright,” Hunter sighs causing the 2 girls to light up excitedly.

“But there will be rules that have to be followed, understand?” Hunter says and Omega and Maisy nod.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Maisy exclaims happily before jumping into Hunter, wrapping her small, scrawny arms as much as she can around the sergeant. Omega smiles at the gesture and Hunter allows himself a small smile as well before putting a hand on Maisy’s back.

“Sure thing kid,” Hunter replies, though inside, wondering how the kriff he’s gonna manage this as Omega beings to tell Maisy all the great things about being in the squad.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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writingforfun0714 · 2 years

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Sorry this took so long but here’s Chapter 2 to Older Sister. If you haven’t read Chapter 1, I highly recommend it before starting this.

*Takes place between ep10-11 but goes through ep11*

**I know ep11+12 are parts (Ryloth arc) but I decided to separate into 2 chapters to match the episodes**

Older Sister—Chapter 2

Hunter sighs as he watches Omega and her new friend, Maisy, hurry back to the Dejarik board and begin to talk with each other.

“Hunter,” the sarge hears his name and turns to see the rest of the squad looking at him. In all honesty, he really just told that to the girls to give him more time to think. He couldn’t very well reject the little girl, but at least he’s able to stall for time.

“Hunter, you know very well that we are not equipped to care for another child, let alone one so young-“ Tech argues realistically. Hunter nods.

“I know-I know, but I couldn’t just say no, I have to think-“ Hunter agrees.

“Why can’t we take her? Omega’s right, she needs help,” Wrecker asks, agreeing with her.

“Wrecker, Maisy’s a Jedi. Having a Jedi with us is basically like putting a target on our backs for the Empire-“ Echo tells the larger clone.

“She’s a Jedi? Are you sure? She doesn’t have those laser swords they all carry-“ Wrecker argues and Echo and Hunter nod.

“I’m sure. Her robes are Jedi robes,” Echo says and I nod.

“Remember Commander Dume? He wore robes like Maisy’s,” Hunter asks Wrecker, who clearly wants to argue, but doesn’t when he sees Hunter’s look.

“Yeah…I guess you two have a point. But Omega’s right—we have to help her-“ Wrecker insists. Hunter looks at the explosives expert with a questioning look.

“Why? Why are you so dead set on helping this girl we don’t even know?” Hunter asks.

“Really? We only knew Omega for what—a couple interactions? It was you that wanted to go back for her on Kamino,” Wrecker argues, causing Hunter to pause. Even if he won’t admit it, Wrecker has a point. Maybe…maybe that’s why Crosshair-

“Besides, look how happy Omega is,” Wrecker points out, snapping the sarge out of his thoughts. The boys all look and watch as Omega interacts with the young girl.

“Omega needs a female to hang around with,” Wrecker adds.

“I suppose you do have a point Wrecker,” Hunter admits, “but that doesn’t change the fact that Maisy is much younger than Omega. Omega’s in training and can handle herself-“

“Technically all Jedi start their training once accepted into the Temple,” Tech says, earning a look from Hunter.

“But having another mouth to feed will put even more of a strain on our tight budget with credits,” Tech adds as they continue watching Omega and Maisy.

Hunter sighs and glances to Echo.

“Well? What should I do?” Hunter asks. Echo blinks at the sarge.

“What? Why are you asking me?” Echo asks, clearly caught off guard.

“We didn’t normally work with Jedi. We usually just had to report to Cody,” Hunter tells Echo, “You’re the only one out of all of us that really has experience with the Jedi,” Hunter explains as memories of General Skywalker, General Bilaba and her padawan flash in his mind. To be honest, Hunter was more focused on the mission on Anaxes to really get to know Anakin and he and the Batch really only worked with General Bilaba one other time before Order 66 happened on Kaller.

“So? What are the Jedi really like?” Hunter asks. Echo pauses and thinks about it.

Most of Echo’s memories of General Skywalker and his padawan, Commander Tano, were of them arguing like siblings, goofing around together or being on missions together. General Kenobi liked to pretend he was the responsible one, but Echo remembers how ridiculous some of his and Commander Cody’s plans seemed as well. A brief memory of Master Shaak Ti also passes by in his mind. She had helped him and Fives when they were cadets in training with Domino Squad. Echo looks at the the two girls, who are talking with Cid.

“The Jedi are good, caring people. They put others before themselves,” Echo says.

“It would be good for Omega to have another female around. But her age is a bit of a problem. She’s what 3-4?” Echo asks.

“4 years, 6 months and 27 days to be exact,” Tech adds and Echo nods.

“She’d need more care than a girl like Omega,” Echo says, “and I’ve never worked with a Youngling before.”

“Perhaps we should contact local authorities and inform them of a child needing a home-“ Tech suggests.

“No Tech, if we make our presence known, they could contact the Empire,” Hunter says and the pilot/scientist nods.

“I don’t see any other option short of abandonment,” Tech says and the boys become uncomfortable at the word. There’s no way any of them would leave a small child that needed them.

“So…I guess it’s decided then,” Hunter says, looking between everyone, making sure it’s alright with them and the boys nod.

Hunter silently approaches the girls and catches Omega’s attention without interrupting the two of them. Omega looks at Hunter questioningly, knowing he was talking with the others about accepting Maisy. He gives her a small nod, causing Omega to brighten and get excited.

“What?” Maisy asks her.

“Nothing..nothing, I’m just so excited to have you with us. You know I mostly grew up around boys so it’ll be nice to have a girl with us,” Omega tells Maisy.

“You mean the other clones?” Maisy asks and Omega nods. Hunter smiles as the girls talk before rejoining the rest of his squad.

After Hunter and the others finish talking, Wrecker decided to be the first one to introduce himself to their newest addition. He easily and seamlessly joins the conversation the 2 girls are having and starts talking loudly, meaning he’s excited. Echo and Tech both look at Hunter before Echo decides to join the others, leaving Tech alone with the sarge. Hunter sighs to himself quietly, earning a glance from the scientist/pilot of the squad.

“I know it’ll be an adjustment,” Tech suddenly tells Hunter, who looks at him, “and it certainly won’t be easy.”

“You’re telling me,” Hunter replies.

“But…it’s worth it. She’s worth it,” Tech says, looking at the little girl. Wrecker is telling Maisy about the time on Pantora, with Echo and Omega chiming in adding details here and there. Hunter nods. He knows that it’d be wrong…cruel, to leave a child in need. Though he wouldn’t admit it, children are a soft spot for him.

“We should probably join them-“ Tech suggests and that’s when Hunter catches Maisy’s eye. He nods at Tech before walking towards the rest of his squad.

They spot Hunter and Tech and Omega pauses the story, though it was almost over anyways with her telling Maisy she was saved by Hunter on a speeder.

“Hunter,” Omega greets, smiling and Hunter softens, returning the gesture with a nod before turning to Maisy.

As a Jedi, Maisy knows that it’s her job to do what is best for the group. That was what Master Secura had told her class when she stopped by for a lesson. But the little girl can’t help the tears that start forming.

“Maisy? What’s wrong?” Omega asks, clearly concerned.

“I don’t wanna be a burden sir, I can stay by myself-“ Maisy tells Hunter, her voice wavering as her lip trembles. She had expected the sergeant to say that he wasn’t serious, or that he had changed his mind…or that the others disagreed. Maisy wasn’t stupid and she had a feeling Hunter had only told her those things because Omega was insistent.

“What? I—..You’re not a burden,” Hunter tells the girl as Omega gently rubs the little girl’s shoulders affectionately. She sniffs hard and swipes her wrist under her nose.

“Hunter’s right-we want you with us. I’ve never had a sister before and I’d be a pretty bad one if I let you go off on your own,” Omega says.

“Sister?” Maisy asks, “I..would be your family?” She asks and Omega smiles and nods.

“If you want,” she tells the Youngling.

“So..would you all be..my brothers?” Maisy asks the clone soldiers. They blink and share a look and before Hunter can answer, Wrecker takes a step forward.

“You betchya!” Wrecker says, making Maisy smile, but it falters slightly when she glances at Hunter. He smiles and nods.

“Wrecker’s right. We’re…family,” Hunter assures Maisy.

“So..what’dya say kid?” Hunter asks and Maisy nods.

“Thank you,” she says and hugs the sergeant. He smiles and hugs the little girl back before she lets go and proceeds to hug each and every one of the Batchers, saving Omega for last, giving the girl a tight hug, making Omega laugh.

Time Lapse..about 2-2.5 weeks…

*set in Episode 11 Devil’s Deal*

A couple weeks have gone by and the Batch have begrudgingly accepted their first job from Cid since taking in Maisy. Hunter, obviously worried about when the time came to start doing jobs again, has made it clear to Cid that the girls come first, no matter the job.

They’re to deliver a shipment of blasters to Ryloth. To someone named Gobi Glie. As Wrecker, Tech and Echo load up the Havoc Marauder, Hunter pulls Omega and Maisy aside.

“Listen up you two,” Hunter says and the two girls stand at the ready, excited.

“There’s gonna be rules that have to be followed without question,“ Hunter states. Omega and Maisy nod.

“First off you both stay on the ship. This is a simple delivery job so there’s no reason for either of you to leave the ship,” Hunter says.

“Yes sir,” the girls reply simultaneously.

“Second, Omega, because you’re older, you have more responsibility. Maisy, Omega’s in charge and you do as she says. She knows what to do if something goes wrong,” Hunter tells the girls. Maisy glances up and Omega smiles and nods so Maisy looks back at Hunter and nods.

“I understand,” she tells the sergeant.

“Ok,” Hunter nods and motions for the girls to get on the ship. He helps Wrecker and Echo with the last of the crates as Tech fires up the ship.

There’s a small, desolate moon above Ryloth that is the designated meeting/drop off place.

“Approaching at 1-6-2,” Tech announces. Maisy’s with Omega, buckled in the row of seats just behind the cockpit. They feel the ship slow and move down and feel the ship land and the doors open. Hunter walks out with Wrecker carrying the crates and Tech and Echo following them. Omega motions for Maisy to follow her as she takes a seat on the top step of the ramp that opens up. Maisy follows and sits next to the blonde girl and they watch as Hunter approaches 3 Twi’leks. One of them is a young female, probably about a year or so older than Omega.

“Are you Gobi? Cid sent us,” Hunter asks the blue Twi’lek.

“Along with 3 dozen blasters and a case of thermal detonators,” Tech adds.

“Let’s see them,” the one called Gobi says. Wrecker brings the crates forward and Tech and Echo open the lids.

Meanwhile, the younger female Twi’lek with bright green skin gasps in awe at the sight of the Marauder before approaching. Hunter watches the young Twi’lek walk towards his ship, but says nothing, trusting Omega to handle it.

The young Twi’lek approaches. Maisy instinctively scoots closer to Omega and clings to the older girl. Omega gives the Youngling a reassuring nod before looking at the Twi’lek girl who appears to be her age.

“What type of ship is this?” The young Twi’lek girl asks.

“A modified Omicron-class attack shuttle,” Omega replies.

“Can I have a look inside?” She asks. Omega shifts to look behind her, at the rest of the Batch, at Hunter specifically.

“Hunter!” Omega calls out. The sarge looks back.

“Can she come aboard?!” Omega asks. Hunter just nods before turning his attention back to the client, Gobi.

“Ok, you can come up. But no funny business,” Omega warns, pointing a finger.

“Funny business?” The Twi’lek girl asks, clearly confused.

“Uh-huh. I’ll be watching you,” Omega says and she stands. Maisy jumps up and hurries inside.

“Uh-ok then, show me around,” The Twi’lek girl chuckles as Omega follows the Youngling inside. The girls head to the cockpit.

“What’s your name?” Maisy asks the Twi’lek girl.

“I’m Hera Syndulla, what’re your names?” The Twi’lek girl, Hera, introduces before asking back, looking between the 2 girls.

“I’m Maisy,” the younger girl says and looks up at Omega.

“And I’m Omega,” she says.

“We’re sisters,” Maisy tells Hera.

“You are?” She asks Omega and the young clone nods with a smile.

“Do you have siblings?” Maisy asks. Hera nods sadly but doesn’t say anything. Before Maisy can pry, Omega puts a hand on Maisy’s shoulder, silencing her. They get to the cockpit and Hera takes the pilot seat with Maisy in the co-pilot seat.

“This is the sensor array, and that’s the deflector shield, over there’s the nav computer and there’s the hyperdrive,” Omega lists, pointing at all the controls on the dash. Maisy spins around in her chair.

“You sure know a lot about this, do you fly?” Hera asks Omega.

“No. Tech won’t let me train until I can recite all the ship’s specifications from memory,” Omega explains.

“Specs are only half of it. Flying is…it’s about a feeling,” Hera says.

“What do you mean?” Omega asks.

“When I close my eyes and picture myself up there, I feel it. The instruments help guide you, but you plot your course…you’re free,” Hera explains dreamily.

“So you’re a pilot?” Omega asks.

“No—not yet. But one day,” Hera says hopeful of her dream.

“C’mon, I’ll show you my favorite part of the ship,” Omega says, motioning for Hera to follow and Maisy smiles, knowing exactly what Omega’s talking about, also following.

They approach the short ladder that leads up to the gunners position.

“Up there, that’s where we sleep,” Omega explains as Maisy climbs up the ladder and sits, leaning up against the side wall. The lights strung up everywhere are one and Maisy even made a few crude, childlike drawings of Maisy and Omega and even one of all of the Batch.

“You guys get to live on a star ship? That’s my dream,” Hera says with a smile.

“Well technically it’s our gunner’s mount, but when we’re not being chased or shot at, it’s our room,” Omega explains.

“Who’s chasing you?” Hera asks, her eyes moving back and forth cautiously.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Hera asks. Maisy and Omega frown with confusion.

“We thought you were in trouble. Isn’t that why we’re here?” Omega asks Hera.

“If you’re in trouble, you should take this,” Maisy says, reaching in a small drawer in the gunner’s seat. It’s a data chip that contains contact info for the Batch.

“Here,” Maisy says, holding the chip out to Hera.

“Maisy-“ Omega warns.

“What? You helped me when I needed it. Besides this is just in case,” Maisy says. Omega nods and Hera takes the chip from the younger girl.

“Thank you, I won’t tell anyone I have this and I’ll only use it in an emergency,” Hera assures Omega, tucking the chip into one of her pockets.

Meanwhile, Hunter and the rest of the Batch finish the transaction.

“It’s a start. Tell Cid to contact me when she has more to sell,” Gobi tells Hunter, handing the sarge a briefcase, presumably the payment.

“Building an arsenal attracts attention. You better know what you’re getting into,” Hunter warns the blue male Twi’lek.

“We don’t have a choice,” Gobi says, picking one of the crates up by one side. He glances back as Maisy, Omega and Hera approach the landing ramp steps.

“Hera, we’re leaving,” Gobi calls Hera back.

“Thanks for the tour,” Hera tells the girls.

“Any time,” Omega says and motions for Maisy to follow. They escort Hera off the Marauder and join the Batch as Gobi loads up their ship with their newly acquired weapons.

“Good luck,” Omega says and both her and Maisy wave at Hera. She waves back at the girls before running to catch up.

“Make a new friend?” Hunter asks the girls.

“She’s kind of strange,” Omega says.

“I like her!” Maisy exclaims.

“I like her too,” Omega agrees before looking back up at the soldiers.

“Did you know flying is about a feeling?” Omega asks before her and Maisy hurry back to the ship.

“What feeling?” Tech asks before the boys walk back onto the Marauder.

Tech fires up the ship and Echo plots the course back to Ord Mantell as Wrecker buckles Maisy into her seat. Omega does her own as Wrecker joins the others in the cockpit.

“Do you think we’ll see Hera again?” Maisy asks Omega. Omega smiles down at the young girl and nods.

“I’m sure of it,” Omega assures her and Maisy smiles and nods. Omega thinks back to the chip Maisy gave Hera. It has direct contact info for the Batch and Omega knows Hunter wouldn’t exactly be pleased to learn that they gave that information out so willingly. She debates on telling the sergeant but after going over every conversation with Hera, Omega has determined that Hera was truthful in that she would only use that info if it was an emergency. Of course Maisy is unaware and Omega sighs quietly.

“Maisy…you know…we can’t just give out our contact information. We’re supposed to lay low,” Omega explains. Maisy nods.

“I know..but Hera’s nice. And she said she’d only use it in an emergency,” Maisy says. Omega nods.

“I know…but not everyone is friendly,” Omega says, remembering how exactly she met Fennec Shand, the bounty hunter…and how, at first, she had seemed like a friend, wanting to help her.

“But-“

“No buts Maisy,” Omega argues gently and Maisy pouts but nods.

“Ok…I won’t do it again,” Maisy says and Omega frowns.

“Just…check with me before, ok?” Omega asks and Maisy nods, remembering Hunter’s words.

“Ok,” the Youngling agrees. They feel the ship take flight as Omega ponders her options.

End

Chapter 3

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