Author's Note: Suppose that Crosshair's chip never activated, and the Bad Batch all got away from Kamino safely with their new little sister, and they're all super protective of her, so much that she's never been put in danger before and yet desperately wants to be, but the Batch also fulfills their duty to serve by fighting against the new Empire... that's this fic. With some fun family, hurt/comfort fluff, naturally. :)

Minor content warning: Anxiety attack symptoms.

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Omega's Undercover Mission

Every warning in Omega's head was screaming at her to run. The two stormtroopers advanced on her, towering over her in their white armor, their handheld weapons trained on the ceiling… for now. With her free hand she clutched the leather strap crossing over her chest, the handgun holster lacking a handgun. Her brothers had said she was too young to carry a weapon. She wondered if they would change their minds if they saw her now.

"You shouldn't be here," one of the guards hissed, "no cadets on the premise."

Omega frowned at the word "cadet", but a quick glance down at her clothes helped her remember. With the exception of her empty leather holster, she wore the pristine white and grey uniform of an academy student. Her brothers had stolen it specifically for this mission. The tunic was a little too big for her, especially in the shoulders. She hoped the guards wouldn't notice.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Omega's fingers were slipping on the package tucked under her arm, "I.. uh… got lost."

"Hey, what do you have there?" The other guard nodded her direction, his blaster wavering over the brown papered parcel.

"Um, nothing!" Omega said, far too quickly. She grimaced. She was just as bad of a liar as Wrecker. And where was Hunter? He should have been at the rendezvous by now.

"Give it here, kid." The guard demanded.

Slowly, Omega began to back away, clutching the package tightly in her arms. "I can't. I'm on errand from Captain CT-05…67. This is for the admiral's eyes only."

"The admiral is not on base today." The other guard released the safety on his weapon. Omega felt a fluttering of panic in her gut. This was not good. Where could her brother be?

"Hand over the box."

From her peripheral, Omega saw a passageway to the right. The access panel was already glowing green. The door should be unlocked. Slowly, she shifted her feet, widening her stance like Echo taught her, balancing almost on her toes. "I… can't …do that."

In a flash, both weapons were aimed at her small body. "We're not asking again."

Omega dashed over to the passage, the door sliding open automatically to permit her entry. She dove inside. Blaster bolts sizzled into the paneling past her head. Her eyes went wide. A ring of charcoal and smoke sizzled in the door frame, leveled at the same height as her heart.

"Stop!" The guards demanded.

Omega punched the interior access panel, sealing it the door behind her. A bang echoed from the outside. They were trying to pry the door open.

In a daze, Omega scanned the new room. She needed an escape route. She couldn't wait for Hunter. She tore a hand through her short blonde hair, ripping at her scalp, her breath heavy. Her brothers had told her that the guards wouldn't hesitate just because she was a child, and that this mission would be dangerous, but she supposed a part of her hadn't believed them, or at least, hadn't thought it would come to that. She'd never been directly shot at before, singled out.

Omega glanced down at the package in her hands, the one she'd just risked her life for. It was shivering. Or rather, she was shivering. Her hands were shaking, jostling and wrinkling the brown paper of the parcel. And her breathing was only becoming more ragged. A clang sounded from outside of the door again, shouts accompanying it. Omega shrank away from it.

A part of her brain knew that she was on the verge of a panic attack. She'd seen this before from her time as a medical assistant. But it didn't matter. This couldn't happen now. She still needed to escape. Where was Hunter?

She didn't have a communication device. It would have been suspicious for a cadet to carry one since they were at the academy. And she was supposed to be undercover.

Bang!

She surveyed the room again. It was a warehouse. There were boxes… and crates…

Why was it so hard to concentrate? She felt like she couldn't breathe.

There. In the shadowy, right-hand corner. Was that another door? An access panel gleamed red beside it. Locked. Omega stumbled over anyway. Tech had shown her how to bypass a restricted access command once. She dropped the package by her side, prying the plate off the panel's front with the screwdriver from her blaster-less holster. If she survived this, maybe Crosshair would finally agree to blaster training.

A blast sounded outside the first door. She was running out of time. A mess of wires spilled out from the opened access panel. Green, blue, red, black. Wasn't it the blue one she had to disconnect? Or, wait…

Another blast from the first door. Shouting. The door slid open a few inches.

"There she is! Over there! Stop!" The guards' voices called.

No, no, no, no, no! Omega yanked out the blue wire, the rough cord slicing a thin line across the soft flesh of her palm. She hissed but trained her eyes on the access panel's glowing red light. Nothing happened. The panel still steadily shone red. A whimper slipped from Omega's lips as she clutched her wounded hand to her chest.

"Hunter, where are you?" She cried to the ceiling.

At that moment, the door slid open before her eyes and Omega scrambled back. Legs nearly trampled over her. She snatched up the package out of the way.

"Omega?" A familiar deep voice asked. Omega's gaze snapped up. Her brother stood armored before her, his helmet obscuring his expression, but his tense muscles sagging in relief.

"Hunter!"

The ear-splitting sound of metal grinding on metal echoed through the warehouse. Omega scrambled to her feet, whipping around to the first door. The guards had almost gotten it open. She whipped back to face her brother, her voice strained.

"Hunter, I've got the package, but we've got to go!" Omega glanced up at him, gasping for breath, her chest tight. He wasn't moving. "Hunter—"

"The others are tracking my comm. They should be here in a moment." He pulled off his helmet, exposing worried golden-brown eyes. His voice became clearer out from behind it, his tone remarkably calm. "My job was to find you."

The door creaked open. The guards spilled into the room. "Blast them!"

"Hunter!" Omega shrieked.

Before they could even fire a shot, Hunter had drawn his pistol from its place at his side and fired two stun blasts. The guards crumpled in a heap of white armor on the warehouse floor. Just as quickly, he holstered the weapon. Omega gaped from her brother, back to the guards.

"Omega," Hunter started, crouching down to her level.

Omega ignored him, staring at the unconscious guards. A wave of relief washed over her, a wave so heavy, her knees nearly buckled. Her eyes watered up and a cry escaped her lips.

"Omega, look at me." Hunter urged. She tore her gaze from the guards. "Are you alri—"

"They shot at me!" She blubbered. Her hands were shivering again. She shook them out at her sides, not knowing what else to do. Her chest rose and fell sporadically, every breath tremulous. She looked at Hunter, but her eyes couldn't focus. She needed something—she needed— She needed—

All at once, Omega threw herself into his kneeling frame, slamming into his chest plate. Hunter rocked back onto his heels, re-balancing himself as she flung her arms around his torso. For a split second, and with wide eyes, he peered down at this little girl he called his sister. But then she sobbed against his collarbone, and it was all he could do not to crush her to his chest. His arms encircled her small frame, and he pressed his cheek against the top of her blonde-haired head. She felt so tiny. Omega melted into the embrace, her arms slipping around his neck. Hunter cradled her to his body, rocking forward to rest on his knees, both arms locked around her.

Omega sniffed. She felt Hunter reach back and stroke her hair, his fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of her neck. She wiggled against his shoulder plate, wiping her runny nose on her sleeve, wishing he wasn't wearing his armor right now. She wanted to feel his warmth. Hunter gave her another squeeze, his hands unwrapping themselves from around her to rest on her shoulders. Omega wiped her nose on her long sleeve with a sigh. Hunter's brown eyes searched her matching teary ones.

"Are you alright, Omega?" He asked calmly, searching her for sincerity. "Are you hurt?"

Omega shook her head in response. "I got the package."

The corners of Hunter's mouth turned up into a smile. "Glad to hear it, solider."

Omega glanced about the floor, searching for the brown paper box. It had been kicked to the side, lying in the shadows of a nearby crate. Omega scooped it up off the concrete ground and pushed it into her brother's arms. A corner of the paper rubbed against the cut on her palm as she passed it to him, and she winced, clutching her hand to her chest. Hunter frowned. He tucked the package into his elbow and reached for her hand, drawing it open before his face. Omega tugged at his grasp. He shot her a disapproving look from beneath his eyebrows.

"Hunter, it hurts," Omega pleaded, pulling against him again.

"Thought you said you weren't hurt?" He questioned, one brow raised.

"It's just a little cut." She argued.

Hunter frowned. "Let Tech put some bacta spray on it when we get back to the ship."

Omega huffed but nodded. He released her hand, and she cradled it against her body again. "Can we go now?"

With a well-meaning grumble, Hunter rose from his crouch and replaced his helmet over his head as an answer. "Let's go."

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I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not. There is potential for both a prior chapter and a latter chapter. Let me know what you think!