A/N: First time writing for this fandom!

Wrecker tried to make himself comfortable on the storage lids Tech had screwed into the wall in the form of makeshift bunks. Not entirely satisfied with their sturdiness, Wrecker was on the bottom bunk so that he didn't crush whichever poor soul would have slept underneath him if they decided to give way in the middle of the night under his weight. At least it was more comfortable that the hard ship floor and was still far better than any of the random ditches they had crashed in whilst on missions. Hunter had figured since it looked like they were stuck with the ship whilst on the run, they might as well turn it into more of a permanent home. None of them needed to say that the main reason for doing so was for Omega.

Under the Republic, their life had been pretty simple. Go to place, complete the mission and punch some bad guys along the way. Now there was no mission. No war. No purpose besides staying alive. Wrecker knew he wasn't the smartest of his brothers but even he could tell that something about this new Empire was wrong. Especially with what they had done to Crosshair. Whoever the man that had attacked them in their escape was, he was not their brother. And whenever Tech figured out who was responsible for taking their brother from them, Wrecker would be the first in line to punch them in the face.

He glanced at the closed door to the cockpit where Tech and Hunter currently were. Hunter was on first watch because of course he was, and Tech was checking over the ship's schematics for the nth time. They would wake Wrecker and Echo up in a couple of hours when it was their turn to keep watch.

Wrecker turned his attention to Echo., He was sat on the floor, his legs straight out in front of him and his back pressed against the wall. Even if Omega hadn't been there for him to insist that she take the bed, Echo probably would have chosen the floor. Wrecker didn't understand how Echo could be comfortable in that position, but Tech theorised it has something to do with his time under the control of the techno union. Wrecker didn't really care for the why. If sleeping like that made it less likely for him to wake up screaming, then that was all that mattered.

Lastly, Wrecker looked up at the bunk above him where their newest addition lay. It was cool to have a sister. He'd never had one before. Not many of the clones had. So he was looking forward to all the new fun they could have together.

Just as he tucked the soft felt of Lula under his chin in an attempt to get some sleep, Wrecker heard a small sniffle from the bunk above. A few seconds later he heard another, then another, until they filled the silence of the ship.

In a panic Wrecker, nearly banged his head on the bunk as he jumped out of bed. Standing up straight, he could now easily see Omega curled up into a ball on the top bunk. Her small body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

"Err… are you alright kid?" He asked.

Omega struggled to talk as the sobs racked through her body.

"I'm... I'm sorry… I didn't mean to wake you I just- I wanted to leave Kamino so badly... but out here there's creatures and soldiers- I can never go back. Not that I want to! Nala Se would kill me! But I.. I'm so scared."

Wrecker had no idea what to do. He had always liked the Jedi kids they would come across on missions. They were always up to have some fun and they thought the scar on the side of his head was cool rather than something to apologise over. But he had never had to dealt with one of them crying before. Without any other ideas, he decided the best course of action was to do what he did whenever he was upset.

"Do you remember Lula?" He asked, lifting the black and white tooka doll off his bed.

Omega nodded unable to speak.

Wrecker, leaned forwards, glancing side to side before cupping his mouth with his hand.

"Don't tell anyone else this," He whispered, even though there was nobody else to over hear them. "But Lula has never been away from Kamino before either. And she's feeling a bit scared too."

"R-really?" Omega stammered, turning her attention to focus on the stuffed doll.

"Yeah. But there's one way I know that always makes her feel safe. Do you think you can help me with that?"

Omega nodded again, more determinedly this time.

"You hold her against your chest like this." He said holding the doll out to her. Omega wiped the tears off her face before taking the doll in her hands.

"You need to hold her close." Wrecker told her. "Otherwise, she won't feel protected."

Omega wrapped her arms around Lula, clutching the doll tight against her chest. Her tears had now stopped as she focused her energy on the mission.

"Well done." Wrecker smiled grabbing a piece of tarp off the weapons crate and pulling it over the pair. "There, now you're both protected."

"Thank you." Omega mumbled with a smile, her voice tired with exhaustion.

"Goodnight."

He didn't hear a reply, the poor girl was already fast asleep.

Wrecker turned to go back onto his bunk when he realised that the door to the cockpit was open, with Hunter leaning against the doorway. His older brother had a proud smile on his face that made Wrecker want to punch his insides to make them stop squirming.

"Goodnight." Hunter smiled softly before closing the door once again.

Embarrassed, Wrecker ducked onto his bunk. Aside from the quiet hum of hyperspace, the ship was once again silent. Knowing that Lula was safe in the girl's arms, Wrecker drifted off into an easy sleep