"You have a transmission from Mon Mothma" the voice startled Omega from the work she had been so focused on. She nodded, putting down what she was working on and heading out to take the transmission. It had been far too long since she had a field assignment, so she was happy to hear from Mon Mothma.

"Omega," Mon Mothma said from her flickering hologram, "I have an assignment for you." Omega nodded and so Mon Mothma continued, "I have another rebel cell that requires your assistance. Your experience and the intel you have collected about the Imperials on Raxus will be invaluable." She gave Omega the rest of the details before having to rush off.

Omega had a tracker that had been activated when the rebel cell landed on Onderon. They were in the marketplace, so Omega headed there. On her way, she saw Imperials beating up an old street vendor. She knew she shouldn't get involved, the mission always came first. But she couldn't help it.

From around the corner she aimed her blaster and hit a radiator in an alley on the far side of the square. The radiator exploded and the troopers stopped what they were doing, all but one leaving to investigate. Omega snuckup behind the trooper, taking him by surprise by twisting his arm, she then wraps her elbow around his neckand holds it there until he loses consciousness. Droping the trooper to the ground, Omega turns to the elderly gentlemen,

"Are you alright, sir?" She askes, her voice full of concern. Before he can respond, the troopers return and after seeing the unconscious trooper it doesn't take them long to figure out what happened. "Get out of here," Omega saws to the man, gesturing to a protected alley way. He quickly disappears down the street. Omega uses a drainpipe to climb up on top of a building. Taking a moment to check the tracker, she saw that the crew had stopped and were waiting in an alleyway. Omega memorized their position before putting the device away. She somersaulted and ran along the buildings dodging blasts. She slid down a clothesline, flipping off of it to knock a trooper unconscious. Using a window sill to flip herself on top of an adjacent building, Omega ran a few steps before turning to stun the remaining two troopers who were tailing her just as she reached the coordinates. She turned and flipped off the building landing gracefully a few paces out from the group.

When Omega stood up her heart stopped. It couldn't be. She blinked a few times but the image didn't change. Standing in front of her was the bad batch.

This was quite the agent, Hunter thought to himself as the helmeted figure finished their escape by landing in front of them. But then, the fleet-footed agent froze, not moving a muscle for a good 30 seconds. Then they took off their helmet.

Omega whispered a barely audible "are you real?" that only Hunter was able to hear. She closed the gap between herself and the group, her bewildered eyes bouncing from person to person. When she was close enough, Omega reached up tentatively and touched Hunter's cheek.

"Omega?" Echo asked as a tear slid down her cheek. She nodded, with a sad smile, and Wrecker lept forward engulfing her in one of his legendary hugs.

"H-how is this possible?" Omega stuttered out when Wrecker let go "I-I thought I lost you," she says the words lightly, with pain in her voice.

"We thought we lost you too, kid" Although she's not really a kid anymore, Hunter realizes. When they thought she was killed, she was 15, now four years later, it was a young woman who stood in front of him. Hunter tentatively wraps his arms around her and tightens his grip when she hugs him back. It's really her.

Back on the Maurader, everyone can't stop staring at her.

"You all haven't changed a bit" Omega marvels while wiping her face.

"You have" Hunter's voice is laced with the pain and guilt of not having been there for the past four years.

"Yeah," Omega says softly, a look flashing past her eyes as if she was remembering a painful memory. Tech interjected, not noticing Omega's expression,

"If you've been with the alliance, how have we not heard about you?" Omega grimaced and the others watched her, confused,

"You've heard of me." She said, almost apologetically. Tech looked confused, an expression uncommon to him, saying

"We most certainly have not." He says matter-factly.

"I…I went by a different name for a while." Understanding hit the group, but they still didn't understand her pained looks.

"What name did you go by?" Hunter asked Omega. She bit the inside of her cheek. Taking a deep breath, she finally answered,

"The Huntress."

The batch was stunned into silence. Omega was right, they had heard of her. Everyone had heard of her. The Huntress was a ruthless assassin, feared by even the most highly trained bounty hunters. She was known for attacking Imperial bases and leaving no survivors but had been presumed dead when she disappeared more than two years ago.

Tech suddenly noticed the blood starting to seep through Omega's shirt.

"You're injured." He stated, "I will get the med kit."

"It's just a scratch," Omega said, stopping him "I can patch it up myself" Tech looked at her with his wide eyes and said,

"Please, let me help you" noting the pleading quality that was rare in Tech's voice, Omega reluctantly agreed. She went over to the small medbay and sat down. As Tech turned to get the medkit, Omega pulled up her shirt to uncover where the knife had cut her. Tech sat down and when he saw Omega's stomach, tears burned at his eyes. She was covered in scars. Tech knew that these were all from the past four years, those times when they hadn't been around to protect her.

Omega tightened her eyebrows, this was why she hadn't wanted Tech to help her. Those scars were from her being careless and reckless. She looked at Tech and said gently,

"They're from a long time ago" Tech looked at her, pain and guilt swelling in his chest.

"I'm so sorry," He said.

"It's ok," Omega said earnestly looking at Tech, "I'm safe now."