Curses

Hello, everyone. This prompt was suggested by The Generic FIcer. There will be star wars curse words so heads up. ENjoy.

The batch were in the middle of a mission when Omega felt her shoulder burn. She looked down and groaned.

"Hunter, I've been shot in the shoulder." Omega huffed.

"GEt to this ship. We're right behind you. We completed our objective." Hunter replied.

"COpy that."

Soon, everyone was on the ship, and Echo and Hunter were busy removing Omega's armor. When they removed the armor, they saw that the shot had gone through the armor and Omega had good size wound on her shoulder.

"You'll have to be careful over the next few days." Echo warned.

"AH, dank farrick." Omega huffed. Hunter and Echo looked at Omega in shock and Tech froze. Meanwhile, Wrecker and Crosshair were busy chuckling at the three. Crosshair was smiling in pride of his little sister while Wrecker was just surprised to hear Omega say that phrase. Hunter shook his head in shock and confusion while Tech did his best to hide from the lecture he knew was coming. Echo looked between Hunter and Omega seeing if Hunter had heard Omega.

"Omega, I do not want to hear you use that kind of language again. Understood?" Hunter rebuked.

"You're in trouble now, kid." Crosshair chuckled.

"Oh, stow it, bantha crap." Omega spat. This time, everyone including Crosshair was paralyzed in shock.

"Omega! That was not appropriate. You will apologize right now." Echo rebuked.

"Nah, she's right. Crosshair here can be a load of bantha crap." Wrecker answered. He shoved Crosshair who sneered and shoved him back.

"It still doesn't make it right and everyone here knows that. I don't want to hear language like that again. And I mean it all of you. Now, Omega, who taught you these words?" Hunter stated.

"Uh, Tech?" Omega replied. Echo began to treat her shoulder and Omega hissed. "Why is it always my left shoulder? I've been shot a lot and it's always in this shoulder."

"YOu can't tell one scar from another. Tech, come here." Hunter ordered. Tech knew what was coming and he busied himself in the cockpit. Hunter walked in, grabbed Tech and pulled him to his feet. "No more teaching Omega bad language and you need to learn to watch your own."

"Yes, sir. I will try." Tech answered.

"You'd better."

Hunter let go of Tech and saw Echo placing the bacta patch on Omega's wound. Hunter smiled softly and ruffled Omega's hair.

"Get some rest. You could use it. Just no more cursing." Hunter suggested.

"Yes, HUnter. I'm sorry for what I said." Omega apologized. She looked at Crosshair sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Crosshair. I shouldn't have snapped like that."

"YOu were in pain." Crosshair shrugged.

"But that's not an excuse."

"Apology accepted. Now, go get some rest, womp rat."

Omega scowled at Crosshair and went to bed. Everyone was a little more careful about their language and cursing, but there were times when the batch didn't care.

THE END