A/N: Sorry this one came out a little bit late! I decided last minute to add on the entire second part right before I was about to post it. I think it was a better ending than what I originally had, though.

Anyways, enough about that. As always, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

"Ezra, could you pass me the wrench?"

Ezra grabbed the wrench and passed it to Hera, who currently had the entire upper half of her body completely buried in the compartment of machinery in the hull of the Ghost. Ever since Ezra and Kanan had returned from their walk earlier that day, the entire crew had been working almost non-stop on the repairs for hours. By now, the sun was just beginning to touch the mountain-tops, and an icy chill had crept into the air.

Since Ezra had been the last one to shove his face into one of the stifling, cramped, compartments, Hera had volunteered to make these repairs. Kanan, Zeb, Chopper, and Sabine were elsewhere, though they had also dedicated themselves to fixing the many damaged systems and machinery.

Even if it had been hours since he and Kanan returned, Ezra still felt that sneaking suspicion that someone was watching them, like an insect climbing up and down his back. He hadn't sensed anything since that initial warning, but that didn't soothe him in the least. In fact, it only gave him a greater feeling of impending doom. Occasionally, Ezra glanced over his shoulder and out of the mouth of the cave, scanning the darkening forest, but there was never anything to see. At least, not yet.

He was absolutely sure that there had been something there. Well, at least 90% sure. He had previously predicted a terrible catastrophe that later turned out to be that someone drank the last of the milk. The others had teased him about it for weeks.

But this time felt different! He reassured himself. There was something out there.

"Coupling link, please?"

"Sure," Ezra replied, grabbed the coupler from the small pile of replacement parts, and placed it in Hera's outstretched hand.

Until something happened, he would keep his guard up, anyways. After all, something always went wrong.

Then he felt it. A ripple of activity out in the forest.

"Alright," Hera said, pushing herself out of the maintenance hatch and dusting off her hands. "I'm finished."

"There's something out there."

Hera's eyebrows knit together, and she turned to scan the edge of the forest. "I don't see anything," she said slowly, although Ezra saw her hand drifting warily down to her blaster. Taking a step forward, Ezra gripped his lightsaber tightly in his hands, but Hera put an arm out to stop him.

The faint murmur of voices reached his ears, and the two of them instinctively dropped behind the nearest crate, peeking out to watch the tree line a moment later.

Ezra reached out through the Force in search of anything recognizable. By now, he knew the presences of the rest of the crew so well that he didn't even have to try to search for them, he usually just knew whether something happened to them, but he doubted he could discern the Bad Batch's the same way. If it wasn't them, what then? It would mean that the Empire had found them, only this time they didn't have any tricks to pull; nowhere else to go, and no one to help them. They would be goners.

A beep alerted Ezra that Hera had called the others. Keeping an eye on the tree line, she whispered into the comm,

"Kanan, do you copy?"

"I copy, Hera. What's going on?" Kanan asked, catching Hera's urgent tone.

"There's someone out in the forest. No confirmed hostiles."

"Got it, I'll be out in a second."

"Wait—," Hera began, but the connection cut off before she could say anything more. She sighed heavily and muttered something along the lines of, "and he asks me why I worry…"

The bushes at the bases of the trees shook and Ezra tensed, finger twitching anxiously over the activation switch on his lightsaber. Behind him, he heard Hera suck in a breath.

Out of the foliage came a green-skinned Twi'lek, followed shortly after by a familiar figure in dark gray and red armor. Ezra's shoulders sagged with relief as he stepped out from behind the crate. He eyed the unfamiliar Twi'lek cautiously as Hera also came out of cover.

"That you, Bridger?" the clone shouted as he came through the mouth of the cave. The acoustics caused his voice to echo around the cave.

However, as he approached them, Kanan charged fiercely down the ramp, lightsaber in hand. As soon as he recognized the Bad Batch, he came to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, awkwardly lowering his lightsaber.

"Oh," he said, looking from Hera and Ezra to Hunter, all of whom were staring at him in confusion. "Hey."

In the corner of his eye, Ezra saw Hera facepalm, and he held back a snicker.

"Hey," Hunter replied slowly. Honestly, Ezra couldn't blame him for his caution. Just yesterday, Kanan had almost sliced his squad in half with his lightsaber, not to mention the hostile glares. Seeing as Kanan wasn't glaring daggers at Hunter now, Ezra assumed his master had taken their conversation to heart.

"Hunter," Hera said, stepping forward, "It's been a while."

Hunter's helmet tilted and Hera smiled.

"Hera Syndulla. We met on Ryloth."

As realization dawned on Hunter, he removed his helmet. "Hera!" he exclaimed, and grinned, "You're a lot bigger than I remember. It really has been a while…" Hunter trailed off, smile faltering for just an instant.

"Hera Syndulla?" Another voice cut in, and they all turned.

Behind the group, the stranger stared at Hera with wide eyes. "Cham Syndulla's daughter?"

Hera's smile faded as she replied, "Yes. How do you know my father?"

"Your father and I fought together during the Clone Wars. He saved my daughter's life, and my own." The Twi'lek smiled distantly, "he talked about you a lot, you know."

Although Hera's face remained neutral, Ezra could sense the conflict that bubbled to the surface. A storm of both love and regret and anger boiled inside, and Ezra wondered what could have happened between them that made Hera so uncertain.

"My name is Bek," he said. "I still owe your father for saving my daughter. Until I repay that debt, you have my undying loyalty, and the help of any of my friends." As he finished, he bowed his head a brought a fist to his chest.

"Friends?" Ezra asked.

Bek grinned and made an odd noise that sounded nearly identical to one the native bird calls that Ezra had heard around the forest, only backwards. At the noise, dozens of people began pushing their way through the bushes near the edge of the forest. Ezra gasped as he recognized many of the townspeople among them.

The rest of the Bad Batch peeled off from group that had just emerged from the forest, and Ezra again noticed that Crosshair, the sniper, was eying Kanan distrustfully. His master's story made Ezra wonder if any of the others recognized him. Whether or not they did, no one showed it.

"This is quite the hideout," Hunter commented, as he looked about the massive cave.

"We got lucky," Hera replied, easily wiping away any visible sign of distress from the mention of her father. "Ezra found it."

Hunter hummed, examining him with a newfound curiosity and respect.

Kanan stared pointedly at Hunter, cleared his throat loudly, and asked, "alright, now that the Bad Batch is here, and we have some extra, unexpected help, what's the plan?"

For a split second, Hunter's eyes flashed with uncertainty as he looked at Kanan before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "We need medical supplies. Some of us were injured when the Imperials shot down our ship, and we weren't able to take care of it before we left."

"We have the supplies," Kanan said briskly, and Hunter nodded.

"There are a few more repairs we have to make on the Ghost," Hera added, turning to look over the battered ship, "but that won't take long now that we have help. And even if the ship is fixed, we'll need some sort of distraction, otherwise we won't ever make it off the moon."

"We can handle that," Bek said, gesturing back to the townspeople gathered at the mouth of the cave. Ezra couldn't help but cock his head doubtfully. Looking at the civilians, no one would guess that "they could handle it." The rag-tag group was only armed with old blasters and homemade vests. Still, Ezra reasoned optimistically, you can't judge a holobook by its cover. People could be full of surprises.

"Alright," Hera said, "sounds like we have almost everything covered. Why don't we head inside and sort out the details in the Ghost?"

Bek nodded and shouted to one of the townspeople, supposedly his second in command, a human female with a particularly large rifle compared to her small stature.

"Let's do," he said, and followed Hera up the ramp.

Ezra grinned to himself. With the town to back them up, they had better chances than ever at getting out of this in one piece. If Omega was alive as they had speculated, and Ezra refused to believe that she wasn't, they'd be coming to rescue her soon. Ezra hoped fervently that they could get to her before the Empire decided she was of no more use to them

The floor was cold. That was all Omega was aware of as she gradually regained consciousness. Determinedly, she forced her heavy eyelids open and pushed herself into a kneeling position.

When had she passed out, anyways? All Omega remembered was waking up in a different cell, restrained by her wrists and ankles… Oh. Her stomach twisted with horror as she remembered. She had told them. She had told them everything.

The time had dragged on, but Omega had refused to give away anything that might betray her family. Her had interrogators almost given up. Then, turning to one of the others, Admiral Correk had whispered something, glancing back at Omega with a smirk.

Through the pain of the earlier interrogation, Omega barely registered one, last needle as the droid injected the serum into her neck. Gradually, the room had blurred, and she had felt the cold, metal clamps suddenly release her wrists and ankles.

Tumbling to the ground with a thud, Omega had blinked in confusion around the room that shifted and changed like a strange fog. Finally, it seemed to solidify, and she had found herself huddled on the floor of the Havok Marauder.

"What—?"

An oh so familiar voice interrupted her thought, "Omega?" She wheeled around to see Hunter, of all people, watching her.

For a moment, she had watched him right back, wondering what he was doing there. The whole ordeal, however, seemed to fade from her mind, as though none of it were really important. Why was she on the floor, anyways? Although she reached out to try to remember why, she had dismissed it just as quickly.

It doesn't matter, anyways, she had told herself, you're safe again!

"Hunter!" She exclaimed, pushing herself onto her feet before rushing into his arms.

A part of her had screamed at her to remember, tugged at the back of her mind stubbornly, but she was just as stubborn.

"How did you—?"

"That doesn't matter," Hunter dismissed Omega's question as he held her out at arm's length. "You're with us now."

"But where is us?"

"We got a transmission from the rebels you met, but we're not sure where the rendezvous is. Could you give us the coordinates so we can meet them there?"

Again, something in her gut told her that this was all deeply wrong. Hunter would have never forgotten one of their rendezvous points, and she couldn't see or hear any of the others. There was always some sort of noise in the Marauder. But as she met Hunter's eyes, she knew she couldn't keep anything from him. Listing off the coordinates to Hunter, she searched the Marauder for any sign of the rest of the Batch.

"Hunter…?"

"Hm?"

Omega had hesitated, as if an invisible hand had grabbed her throat, restraining her from asking the obvious question. She turned to face Hunter, who was busy tapping something onto a datapad.

"Where are the others?"

As soon as the words had left her mouth, the entire scene flickered and twisted like a mirage. Hunter's face warped as he spoke again,

"The others?"

"Yes. Where are Echo and Wrecker and Tech and Crosshair?" As Omega had listed off her friend's name, she stumbled backwards at the dizzying spinning that caused the entire cabin to suddenly disappear. Only Hunter's blurred figure had remained in the blackness that was slowly descending on her vision.

"Oh, Omega," Hunter had said, shaking his head, and Omega's stomach dropped. Hunter's face morphed into the cold smirk of Admiral Correk, just as Omega realized her mistake. "You just told me."

A/N: The drug that Correk used on Omega during their interrogations is actually the drug that the Empire used to try to get Princess Leia to tell them where the rebel base was! It makes them hallucinate that they're actually safe and with someone they trust.

Also, I forgot to mention in the last chapter that Bek is an OC. I made him up just for this story, and he has very little developed background right now, lol.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter. I always appreciate hearing what you have to say about my writing. Thanks for reading!