Chapter 3 - Call Us the Wrong Crowd (1:1)
Author's Note: I... made everything happen here the way I did for a very specific reason. I'll have a post-chapter note to explain, to avoid spoilers. ^-^
~ Rivana Rita
This is for the Clone OC Bingo square of "sacrifice". ;-;
~ Amina Gila
"Honestly, what are we supposed to do if we need to use the 'fresher?" I gripe as the ray shield closes behind us. The regs just look at each other and shake their heads. Do they think this is funny? Because I'd kind of like to throw my boots at them if I could. Scratch that, I'd like to throw Wrecker at them. I've been unbearably short-tempered since whatever happened to the Jedi. Not sure why, but it doesn't really matter. Doesn't change how I want to beat up every single one.
"I don't think they care," Omega says, climbing onto the bench and staring at the ray shield.
"That's rude." I spin around, hands on my hips, glaring. I'm scared, but my fear is mostly anger. We're stuck here, and somehow, we have to find our brothers again, though I have no idea how.
"Nala Se will get us out," Omega says, though she sounds worried. I don't think she's right about this, though.
I glower at the regs again for good measure before spinning around sharply enough that my boot screeches against the floor, stalking across the cell. "Assuming she even cares to."
"She – she will," Omega insists, though there's suddenly a nervous note in her voice.
I spin around again, crossing the cell. There's nothing to see here, but I have nothing else to do. "Y'know," I yell to the guards, just for good measure, "You could at least try being a little nicer to your sisters." I should practice my fork-hitting techniques more. Seriously. Right now, I'm just bored out of my mind and angry.
It's a while later, when I'm starting to get minorly tired that I idly start tracing my fingers across the wall. Almost instantly, I feel a twinge of energy on my hand, and then...
There's a crash as Wrecker slams his fist into the wall, hard enough to dent it in. "It still didn't work!" he groans, crouching in front of it.
"Oh, yes, it did," Tech replies, approaching and nudging him aside. "Look."
"They're gonna come back," I state, blinking, hand pressed to the wall. It was right here, and Wrecker hitting it apparently is our way out.
"What?" Omega asks, jumping off the bench and approaching me.
"I Saw it," I explain, "They were in here with us. Wrecker punched a hole in the wall."
She blinks, then giggles. I can't help joining her – it's so stupid and so obvious. Of course, he's strong enough to punch his way out.
"We told them not to come back," 'mega says, once she finally stops giggling.
I smirk, sliding down along the wall onto the floor, hand still pressed to the wall. "Yeah. But really, when do we ever follow orders? Or even semi-sane advice, for that matter?"
"Never."
"Yup," I agree with equal cheer. "They'll be back. Besides, they won't leave us behind." Which is... good. I don't know how we'd ever find them if we had to go looking. We'll make it out. We'll be fine, even if it's not gonna be an easy fight.
The untamed excitement on Omega's face makes me smile. This is what she's been waiting for – a chance to get off Kamino, to be with her brothers. To be free.
"We'll be together again," I tell her, mindful to keep my voice down to avoid alerting the guards. "Like we used to be." Way back, at first, I could hardly sleep or think without her nearby. I've been forced to grow more used to it, but I still don't like it when she's out of my line of sight.
"Coming back will be dangerous for them," she points out.
"We'll be fine," I promise, nudging her. "As long as we stay together. And even if we don't, we've always found a way back."
We sit beside each other for a little while, (thankfully the 'fresher concern isn't an entirely relevant one – yet) curled up together, until the door across from us opens. Both of us scramble to our feet, though I stay close to the wall.
It's them, yeah. Hunter is in front, and Tech is right behind. Their armor is off. It's the first time I've seen them without armor, and it's... jarring. Crosshair is... somehow almost scrawnier than I expected. And Echo is... I never wanted to get an up-close look at Echo, because all the machinery he's attached to is sickening, but now, I'm morbidly curious.
The regs shove Hunter and Tech inside. Actually shove them, and my anger swings back in just like that. "You know," I snap, bristling, uncaring that no one will listen, "We're all perfectly capable of walking on our own two feet, thanks." And the next person to hit one of my brothers will get beat up with more than just a fork.
"Well, the plan wasn't a total failure," Tech offers, turning to me and Omega.
"Goody," Crosshair mutters in the background with enough dry sarcasm he could literally choke on it. Echo twists around to look at him – I can't tell if that was a glare or not.
"I warned you not to come back," Omega tells them as Hunter approaches, crouching in front of us.
"I told ya so," I sing-song gleefully.
"Had to," Hunter replies, "We were looking for you two."
"Two?" she repeats. "You came back for me?" Told you so, I want to say again – and I did. I told her they'd accept her, that it would just take time, even if it'd be hard. Crosshair basically told me the same thing.
"That's right," Hunter confirms, "If you still want to leave Kamino with us."
"It's like I said before, I want to go with you," Omega answers immediately, without hesitation.
"Hey," I tell him, smiling, and it's the first time I've been happy in... It's been months. I could almost throw myself into his arms. I'd do it anyway, if I thought Hunter would have any idea how to react. "I'm part of the team, right?" I look up in Crosshair's direction, but he's behind Wrecker, hidden from my sight. Tech is beside Wrecker, and I can't read his expression, but Wrecker looks as excitedly gleeful as I feel.
"How touching," Crosshair scoffs. Normally, I wouldn't think twice – I'd already be throwing back some equally stupid and snarky comment, but something about his tone is... off.
Hunter stands slowly, and Wrecker steps aside to look back at him. Crosshair is standing with his arms crossed, glaring. Hunter turns around to face him.
"Okayyyy," I say slowly, "What's wrong?"
No one answers.
"Uh, Hunter, how are we breaking outta here?" Wrecker asks, interrupting the moment, but neither Hunter nor Crosshair break their glaring match. Seriously. What is up with that!?
"I'm working on it," Hunter answers without so much as looking at him.
"I can –"
"You know what you should work on?" Crosshair snarls, jabbing a finger at Hunter. "Explaining when you went soft!"
Yeah... clearly this isn't the time to interject that I know our way out. And Crosshair or no, I do not appreciate someone talking to Hunter like this.
"Stow it, Crosshair," Echo snaps, stepping forwards, as if putting himself between the two will somehow shield Hunter. I know Crosshair can have a temper – we all do, except 'mega – but I've never seen it in action. And seeing it now makes my skin crawl.
The gentle, smoky mist that I've always Seen Crosshair as is shifting, morphing into something black and... dark. Something dark.
"Don't you see we're locked up in here because of him?" Crosshair throws back furiously, "He had us disobey orders." He twists away from the others, glaring at the wall.
And that – it stings, more than I thought it would. I know I'm annoying, and very exhausting, but how can he just... act like it doesn't matter? He told me I was one of them. And we don't... leave our own behind. Why would he even say that?
"I never thought you disobeying orders was a problem," Tech speaks up, adjusting his goggles. I'm starting to think that's just a nervous habit.
"Yeah, we do it all the time," Wrecker agrees.
Crosshair shakes his head and whirls around. "Good soldiers follow orders!" he shouts. Echo jerks back, either at the tone or proximity, I'm not sure which. Crosshair stalks forwards towards Hunter again. "Every choice you've made since Kaller has been wrong. First the Padawan, then Gerrera." Echo and Tech exchange glances. Omega presses closer to Hunter, expression uncertain.
My hands are freezing. I hardly realize it until Omega grabs it, tugging me closer. It doesn't do much to lessen the pain clawing in my heart.
"You're becoming a liability," Crosshair growls.
"We can debate my choices later," Hunter replies firmly. "For now, let's focus on getting outta here." He turns away, jaw clenched. The hurt and anger burning in his eyes mirrors my own. It's instinctive that I dart after him. I'd take his hand, if he didn't cross his arms first. It's... a self-comfort gesture. It hurts even more to see him like that.
Tech is plastering his face to the wall in the background – not really, but he's somehow made it all the way across the cell without me hearing him move. Wrecker eyes Crosshair just a moment before turning to join Tech. Hidden or no, he's obviously hurt, too.
I want to cry. It's childish, but I can't help it. I need to tell them, and I – oh, I just abandoned my guard spot. Anyway. "Are you okay?"
He twitches, brow furrowing. Is this the literal first time someone asked him that? "Yeah," Hunter replies after what feels like a full minute of deliberation. I don't buy it.
I pull back, hands still fluttering uselessly. "Okay," I whisper. I hate how shaky my voice sounds. I want to know what's wrong with Crosshair, but I don't think I can keep it together long enough. "I think I have an idea on breaking out." Sometimes, it feels like the only useful ideas I ever have are literal foresight. That doesn't seem fair. I guess I'm just... something. "I'll see if I can find it again."
Echo has pointedly put himself between Tech and Crosshair. He's like that – always putting himself in between them and danger. He's touchingly protective. And 'mega – Omega is by Crosshair. I shake off the sting I feel at seeing it. I could really use someone's unwavering support right now, but he comes first to her. They – all do. They should – they're her brothers, the ones she's always wanted to find. I was just her way there.
"What do you know?" I hear him asking, shaking his head and turning away.
I pause, uncertain, keeping my distance, not wanting to intrude. "I know it's... not your fault." He twitches when she touches his shoulder, and he turns to look at her. "You can't help it."
I frown. What's she talking about?
Crosshair studies her calculatingly before something in his expression softens, and he smiles. It's the first time I've seen it genuine, and I... don't understand.
I twist around at the sound of approaching footsteps.
The regs are coming towards us now. "CT-9904, you're coming with us," the one in front orders, and a small section to the right of the ray shield in front of him opens.
Hunter moves so fast he could almost have teleported, blocking the doorway, hands raised. "Oh, no, no, no. We stay together." Somehow, seeing how fiercely he's willing to defend Crosshair even now, right now, hurts.
The red and white armored clone slams his blaster into Hunter's gut, sending him to the ground. Hunter falls, curled in on himself to shield the blow. Omega jerks back, gasping, hands flying to her mouth.
And rage flares through me, hot and strangling, and I lunge forwards. I don't care if they're armed and all. They hurt Hunter.
"Stand down!" the reg barks, blaster raised, but I don't even care.
Crosshair reaches me first, catching my arm and making me skid to a stop.
"What are you doing?" I yell at him, furiously, trying to yank away.
"Stay," he says shortly, pulling me back and letting go.
For the first time in my life, I can't find words. I can't find anything at all, and just stare up at him for what I'm terrified will be the last time. He's doing this – for us. He's going anyway, so they won't hurt us. Somehow, even now, when he's not himself, when he's so angry at Hunter and at all of us, he's still willing to sacrifice himself if it means we're safe.
Plan 99, my mind supplies, and I violently force that away – that isn't what's happening. Tech had sounded so flippant when he told me that literal suicide is one of their plans. I'd looked wide-eyed up at Hunter in horror, and Wrecker patted my shoulder with a cheerful "don't worry, we'll never use that one, kid."
Somehow, it still feels like Crosshair just did. "I'm not going anywhere" he'd said, and I knew somewhere deep down that was a lie.
The most I manage is a strangled "wait" but he's already turning away and leaving the cell.
The door hisses shut behind him, before Wrecker can launch himself at the regs, because I'm almost entirely certain he's about to. Even Tech looks angry.
Hunter pushes himself up, glaring, jaw clenched, though I can't tell if it's more from anger or pain. He'll shake it off fast, I know, but still. From the look on his face, he'd have kept fighting if Crosshair hadn't left. We all would have, because it's just what we do.
Echo is standing beside me now, and I suspect he must've been just a step behind Crosshair at grabbing me.
I can only stand and watch as Crosshair disappears from sight, the door closing behind him. I stalk across the room, slamming my fist into the wall. A dull pain shoots through it, and the wall is, quite obviously, undamaged. That doesn't seem fair. Well, Wrecker's no doubt the only one able to punch a hole through it, anyway.
"Vision," Hunter asks, and I pause at the sound of his voice, twitching.
"Yeah?" I'm pointlessly dragging my hands across the wall. I can't See anything, though.
"You mentioned... knowing a way out?"
"Yup." I trace my fingers across the wall, huffing when I don't feel anything. "It's right here. Somewhere. Tech?"
"What, precisely, did you See?" he inquires, approaching.
"Uh... I think Wrecker punched a hole in the wall? A small one. I'm not sure how that helped, but..."
"Did it have a connection with... the vent?" he asks.
I shrug. "I dunno. Maybe. But it was a small hole. I Saw it briefly."
I back off as he goes to investigate. "Ah," Tech declares at last, "This is not a prison."
"Yeah, well, I beg to differ," Echo snaps.
"This is a Kaminoan facility," he explains, turning back to the others, "It was built prior to the Clone Wars. There were no barracks or prisons when it was constructed."
"Well, how does that help us?" Hunter queries.
"Because while these cells were retrofitted to hold normal individuals, they could not possibly account for someone like Wrecker."
"Oh!" he jumps up, excitement written all over his face. "You mean I could punch our way out?"
"Shh!" Hunter and I hiss in unison, Omega echoing us a second later.
He freezes, glancing back at the guards. "Oh. Right. You mean I could punch our way out?" he asks, much quieter this time. I suppress an eye roll. I'm mostly this cranky simply because of, well, Crosshair. I'm not normally this irritable.
"If you punch the correct spot," he responds.
Wrecker rubs his hands together. "Right. Show me when."
"If this is gonna work, we'll need some cover. Form a wall," Hunter replies, moving to the front. Echo is standing on the far end, closest to the wall, and Hunter beside him. Omega and I move up beside him while Tech and Wrecker hover over the wall.
I choke on a giggle when he punches the wall. Tech moves up to stand beside Hunter. The regs are eyeing us, but with all the banging and yapping from earlier, they seem pretty used to the commotion we make. Good. Wrecker hits the wall again, and Tech goes over to make sure it's working, which, of course, it is.
"Told you so," I mutter, eyes narrowing on the regs. We're gonna need a distraction soon.
"I'll never fit through that!" Wrecker protests. I rock back on my heels, throwing a glance around Hunter, and snort. The opening is tiny, just enough for 'mega and I. I very badly I wish I could see what would happen if Wrecker tried crawling through.
"Astute as always, Wrecker, but I was actually going to suggest –"
"I'll do it," Omega offers.
Hunter uncrosses his arms, eyeing her uncertainly. "You sure, kid?"
"I'm sure," she replies fiercely.
"Okay. Get to the console and hit the lever to lower the ray shield," he tells her, and she nods, racing for the opening.
"Good luck," I whisper-hiss, and she crawls inside. Wrecker and Tech push the twisted piece of... wall back over it.
"Incoming," Echo warns as the regs start approaching. They're not close, exactly, but close enough to notice.
"Wait, where's the other girl?" the reg barks.
"You tell us," Hunter throws back.
"Harm her, and you're a dead man," Echo growls.
"Oh, sorry," I drawl, waving my hands, "I was on guard duty, not you. Would you like to switch jobs? You'd do a better job at lab scrubbing anyway, and clearly, you're the ones that need to start training."
"What was that?" one of the regs asks, and I freeze. I barely even registered the faint creaking from the vent outside the cell. Uh oh.
"Sorry," Wrecker drawls, immediately diverting their attention. "These floors don't hold me so well on account of them not being designed for abnormal individuals such as myself." Hunter rolls his eyes and shakes his head, and Tech outright facepalms.
"What's behind you?" the reg demands, blaster raised.
"Nothing," he replies nonchalantly, leaning back.
"Move away from the wall. Now," the reg snaps, jerking the end of his blaster.
"Are you trying to look threatening?" I ask, tilting my head back, "You know, even if you did try shooting us, you'd miss. Since clearly, you can't see anything anyway. You do realize 'mega's Kaminoan medical personal or whatever. You should check your programming." What? Tech was talking about it earlier, and Wrecker thought it was an insult.
The grate creeks again and then gives out altogether, crashing down onto the regs. I squeal gleefully – I can't help it. I've been waiting to see that since we came.
"Hit the switch, Omega!" Hunter yells, and she rolls off the grate, running for the console. She grabs it, yanking it down. The one reg who survived the crash gives chase, picking her up, but the door is down, and I take off first with a gleeful squeal. I drop a bit, skidding the rest of the way to kick his legs out from under him.
Wrecker knocks him out with a blow to the head, and he drops to the floor.
I scramble to my feet, running to Omega, grabbing her hand to pull her up. She's grinning now, too.
"Not bad," Wrecker praises, patting our shoulders.
"Can we do this again?" I ask breathlessly. Tech stole a blaster from the guards, and Echo has a datapad.
"We need to find out where they took Crosshair," Hunter urges, and some of my lightheartedness instantly fades. I have no idea what's happening to him, but it's bad. "Let's move."
We take off from there, sticking close together.
I can't help noticing that... there are a few random points on Echo's back that look weird, probably spinal implants, but I do not want to know. I really don't know the full extent of his injuries.
The halls are mostly empty, but still brightly lit enough that I feel watched. I don't feel like we're sneaking anywhere at all. More like walking around in broad daylight and pretending no one can see us.
We pause at a corner, and Tech sighs. "We're not going to get very far without our gear."
"They started moving all your things to the hangar. Your gear might be there too," Omega offers, and we take off again.
Tech opens the door to the hangar when we finally arrive, and step outside again. Their crates are by the Marauder. We should probably thank the regs for getting our gear in the right place, but I still want to punch them just for touching it.
Thunder is rumbling distantly over the crashing and pounding of raves and ocean waves. It's... always pretty when it's raining, but it's so normal.
"All right, boys," Hunter says, spurring everyone into action, "Suit up. Let's make this quick. Vision, with me."
"Why?" I ask, trotting after him as he moves to his crate, pulling open the lid.
"I got something for you." He reaches inside, shuffling something around, pulling out a familiar knife. That's the one I borrowed to scribble up Crosshair's bunk with. "You said you wanted a knife," he says, "But be careful with it. You don't know how to use it yet."
I take it from him, awed. "You got this? For me?"
"We have a blaster and comm, too," he adds, pulling them out and passing them to me. I attach the holster to the right side of my belt, and after a moment of hesitation, the knife to my left. I don't have anywhere else to put them.
"Thank you." It sounds stupidly inadequate, but I don't know what else to say. I wait until his armor is on before throwing my arms around his waist, albeit briefly, considering that he doesn't react.
"Tech, power up the ship," Hunter calls to him. He nods, moving towards the ramp, helmet tucked under his arm. "The rest of us will go after Crosshair. Vision, Omega, stay with Tech." I glance to where Omega is holding Lula in her arms, a look of uncertainty on her face. I can't help remembering... what I Saw earlier. Something is going to go wrong. "Be careful," Hunter warns me, hand on my shoulder. I nod, head tilting back to look at him.
I step back, uncertainty twisting inside me, as Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker move back inside.
I scan the hangar again. These... are all their things. I don't want to leave them behind, at least not all of them. I flip open the top of Hunter's crate again, reaching inside, pulling out... the picture. Of all of us together. Seeing it floods me with a crushing sense of pure longing that I don't even fully understand. Somehow, I think we're going to need this.
Omega and I board the ship together. I drop the picture into the seat behind Tech as I pass it, trotting up to where he is.
"I suggest you keep watch," he says before I can hop into the chair next to him and start rambling. "It will not take long for the guards to wake up."
"On it," I reply, taking off back to the doorway and looking out, keeping close to the wall. Hopefully, I'm out of sight of the doorway here. Omega is right behind me.
I don't have to wait long before the door hisses open, and a group of regs enter. I duck back inside, inhaling sharply. "Tech!" Stars, what do we do? There's... how many of them are there? I hear their approaching footsteps. They're spreading out fast, too fast, and I think they're circling the ship. There's too many.
There's a hiss and a clang, and I wince. That's the outdoor hangar doors closing. We're going to be trapped in here, and for the first time, I'm actually scared. I have no idea where the others are, or if they're alright, or if they'll be able to make it back.
"Ah. That would complicate things," Tech offers, appearing next to me where I stand at the doorway, hand clenched against the rim of the metal, Omega pressed against my side.
"Just complicate?" I hiss.
"Tech," Omega asks, "What are we going to do? Where are the others?"
"Finding Crosshair will not be an easy task," Tech replies.
"Yeah, and neither is dealing with these regs." I wave my hand for emphasis.
"Get to the guns," Tech replies, "I will handle the rest."
I open my mouth to argue, and close it again. Omega doesn't know how to use them, anyway. "And, what? Blow up anyone else who tries coming in here? Unless they're our brothers?" I don't care if they're technically all our brothers. The regs don't count. Mostly. People who bully my brothers don't count.
"That is correct," he confirms.
I bite my lip, turning to Omega. "Take this," I say, shoving my blaster into her hands. "Just in case. Be careful."
I take off past them, scrambling into the gunner's mount, settling into the seat. The controls are far too huge for me, but I have to make it work. The tension is maddening, and I can only wait and watch, and I can't see a lot, but I can hear blaster fire from outside. I have no idea if we'll even be able to get out. I'd... feel better if Hunter were here with us.
I don't really know how long it takes, but eventually, finally, our brothers return. Crosshair isn't here, though.
The regs aren't far behind.
I have absolutely no regret for going trigger happy at them the moment I see them – I'm aiming in front of them at random to avoid actually killing them while still keeping them back, and it seems successful. Mostly. Some of them still make it past, but I know my brothers can handle that.
I hop out of the gunner's mount the moment I feel Tech taking off. He's back in the pilot seat, and the others are here.
Wait. No, not quite.
Hunter's here, breathing a little heavily, but he seems fine.
Omega passes my blaster to me the moment she sees me, smiling faintly, but there's a strange pain in her eyes that I don't understand.
Echo seems alright, though cranky, and he's moving off in search of the medpack.
One look at Wrecker answers why – he's taken a shot to the shoulder. Again. Everyone seriously needs to leave him alone.
"Where's Crosshair?" I ask, looking around.
And at that, something freezes.
Omega steps back, gaze dropping to the floor. Echo pauses, turning back, his only hand clenching. My own hands clench, and I suddenly feel cold. "He turned on us," is all Echo says before disappearing from the room.
I can't breathe. I look up at Hunter, eyes wide and horrified. He just looks away, as does Wrecker. "But he's – he's our brother!"
"I know," Hunter says quietly. I step back, fingers tightening over the end of my blaster before slipping it back into its holster. Inside, I just feel numb.
I don't dare ask if he's the one who shot Wrecker, or if I hurt him. I don't want to know either of those things.
I just watch with numb, uncharacteristic silence as Echo treats Wrecker and Omega gives him Lula. The others are pretending nothing happened. I can't do that. I wasn't there to see it. I don't think I fully understand what happened, and I don't think I can handle asking right now, either. I don't want the answer.
Tech comes out to scan Wrecker, and I don't miss how Echo flinches at the sight of the light. He's... jittery around machines. Something about Skako Minor I don't fully understand or want to know.
Omega moves to the cockpit, and I follow automatically.
It's not until then that I finally realize this is the first time I'm in space. It's so, so dark, but it's beautiful. It's black, but there's million pinpricks of stars dotting the galaxy.
"Your first time in space?" Hunter asks, entering the cockpit behind us.
"First time anywhere," Omega echoes, wide-eyed. She looks awed, as much as I feel.
"Impressive shot back there. Where'd you learn to do that?" he queries, and I immediately decide I do not want to know exactly what happened.
"All I know is I never taught her," I volunteer.
"I don't know," she shrugs, "I never fired a blaster before. I guess I got lucky."
"She's not the only one," Wrecker announces, lumbering inside, one arm draped around Echo, still holding Lula in his hand. "I'm fine. It'll take more than a blaster shot to take me down." Tech, meanwhile, is already making a beeline for the pilot seat.
"You were down," Echo objects.
"Yeah, well, not for long," he insists stubbornly, laughing. I snort as Echo gives Hunter a wide-eyed help look at Wrecker's aggressive snuggling, but Wrecker leaves him alone. Annoying him isn't quite as funny as Crosshair, I suppose.
"What's the plan, Hunter?" Tech inquires, turning around.
"I thought we could go off on our own. Lay low," he replies, uncrossing his arms, "But with Crosshair gunning for us, I'm not so sure."
"What about your friends? Could any of them help us?" Omega queries.
What friends, I'm about to ask, but Tech beats me to it with a "that would be a short list."
"You can say that again," I mutter.
"I can think of one," Hunter responds, suddenly brightening, "Plot a course for J-19."
"J-19?" Echo echoes.
"We know a guy," Hunter tells him, and he somehow manages to look faintly cheerful about that.
"Yeah!" Wrecker cheers, laughing and waving Lula. I raise an eyebrow at them. I wanna know – I never heard much about other people they know. I've heard a tiny bit of Rex and some about Cody, but that's as far as it goes.
"Strap in," Hunter says, turning to 'mega and I. "You're not gonna wanna miss this view." Wrecker sits down behind Tech, and Echo behind us.
Omega climbs into the co-pilot seat, and I hop in after. What? We're still tiny enough to fit just fine. Despite the sudden emptiness, we're... together. Omega is here, and we're leaving Kamino together. I'm still excited about that, at least. We squeeze in together, shoulder to shoulder, watching as the ship jolts into hyperspace and the stars streak by, and the vortex of blurring blue and white covers the viewport.
Finally, we're leaving. It's... what we've always been waiting for – a time when we can be something more. And for the first time since all this started, I feel a moment of calm.
Author's Note: Vision having a Vision of their escape was too funny to pass on. :( XD But it would've taken Tech a little while to figure out how to break out, and with that time cut out, the others would've had a bit more time to go back for Crosshair before he was ready. Not that it would've changed anything in the long run. ;-;
~ Rivana Rita
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