Summary: "He glances up at Hunter, and Tech thinks he can make out a fond look on his older brother's face." Omega helps Tech repair Echo's malfunctioning head implant. One-shot.
A/N: Inspired by some incomplete fanart I saw over on Twitter by ArtofJulianaKey.
Ever The Child
Tech has noticed, during recent Imperial escapades, that Echo's head implant hasn't seemed to be working as it should have been. And so, he comes to the conclusion that something inside of it has malfunctioned. He talks to Echo about it, and he agrees to let him work on it as the former ARC trooper flies them back to Ord Mantell.
Wrecker quietly slumbers in the back of the ship. Tech tries not to wake him as he works, using the gonk droid as a table.
Omega watches his work with interest from where she sits at the top of the ladder that leads to her makeshift room.
"Can I help?" She asks, hopping down to join him around the droid.
"Hmm...I suppose there isn't any harm in it." He decides. He rattles off a list of tools for her to collect for him.
She scrambles off in a hurry to gather them.
Feeling eyes on him, Tech glances up to find Hunter watching him from the edge of the cockpit, arms crossed loosely across his chest. But the sergeant doesn't say anything, so Tech goes back to working on the implant.
He finds that it's too much effort to keep rotating the device to fit within his limited view through the lenses of his goggles, so he takes them off and puts them on top of the gonk droid, squints at the implant as he works.
"Here." Omega returns with her arms full of small tools, none-too-gently putting them on the flat surface of the droid, beside his goggles.
"Thank you, Omega." He finishes with the tool in his hands, swaps it out for one of the others.
"Happy to help." She chirps in response.
"I think...I am nearly finished." Tech eventually says. He makes a few more final adjustments, puts the tool in his hand back atop the droid. "I believe that Echo will be pleased."
He reaches for his goggles, frowning as his hand fails to find them. They had been there, right on top of the gonk droid, just a moment ago. He turns his head.
Where- Oh.
Omega's wearing them.
She offers him an almost-innocent shrug and a grin.
He glances up at Hunter, and Tech thinks he can make out a fond look on his older brother's face. He concludes that the sergeant isn't going to lend him a hand, and decides that he's really not all too worried about his goggles at the moment anyway. Omega's not reckless, despite being ever the child. She'll be careful- more careful than Wrecker would be, at any rate.
"Do you want them back?" She asks.
"No, that's alright, Omega." He tells her. "You can hold onto them for now."
He doesn't get his goggles back until the next morning, and he has to search the entire ship for them.