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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
Warnings: Angst! The rise of the empire and that hoe Tarkin. ImperialCrosshair and mind control. Some medical jargon and more angst.
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“What the fuck just happened?”
You felt Tech's hand on your shoulder making you jump at the touch. As the adrenaline wore off, you felt the shakes start to roll in. Slowly rising, you hugged yourself, relieved that none of Crosshair's bullets had punched a hole in you.
"What's wrong with you?" Wrecker shoved Crosshair into the snow, the sniper went flying with a huff.
"Y/N, are you alright?" Tech asked, looking you over. "Why would you do that?" His eyes betrayed a mix of worry, anger, and fear.
"I-I don't know... something just made me do it," you whined, tears sliding down your cheeks.
The other clones stormed through the woods, guns drawn. Tech pushed you protectively behind him as Hunter engaged with the other soldiers. They were all acting strangely. When the captain explained Order 66 to Hunter and how the Jedi had turned on the Republic, you couldn't believe your ears.
You started feeling unable to breathe. They were all dead? The Jedi? How could this be?
"Y/N?" Tech turned to look at you. Clutching your chest, you looked up at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes as your heart raced loudly clouding your hearing. Your vision started to fade, and you collapsed into the snow, everything going dark as panic and stress consumed you into unconsciousness.
"Y/N!" Wrecker's booming voice faded into nothingness.
~~~
When you woke up, you were on the Marauder. Your eyes felt impossibly heavy, and your body tingled all over as the numbness faded.
"Y/N?" Tech's gentle hands stroked your cheek affectionately, and you leaned into his touch.
"Mmm." You felt your voice trying to come back to you. "What happened?"
Tech pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You had a panic attack, mesh'la."
"Scared the karking shit out of us," Wrecker's voice came from the foot of your bed. You realized you were in their bunks. Everyone was there except Crosshair.
"Where's Cross?" You asked, trying to sit up slowly. Tech helped you up.
"He's up front," Hunter said, giving you a small smile.
"What happened?" You asked again, not quite remembering the situation.
"The war is over," Echo informed you.
"It's over?" You scrunched your brows together. "H-how?"
"General Kenobi killed General Grievous on Utapau. The separatists fell, and then…" Echo looked at the others before returning his gaze to you. "The Jedi turned on the Republic. They tried to assassinate the Chancellor."
The look on your face made everyone nervous you were going to have another fainting spell.
"They turned on the Republic?" You were in disbelief. "Why would they ever do that?"
They just shrugged, unsure as well. You tried to replay your last few memories with the pup and his master who had been gunned down trying to save the kid.
"The pup…" You whispered. "Did he survive?"
"I don't know, Mesh'la," Hunter rubbed your ankle.
"A-and… Crosshair… Crosshair tried to shoot me!" You suddenly filled with rage.
"Easy ad'ika," Hunter tried to soothe you, but you just threw the blanket off and shoved him out of the way, disregarding how dizzy you still might be. You stumbled into the main cabin and then into the cockpit, where Crosshair sat at attention holding firepuncher.
He just looked at you blankly as you approached him, a little wobbly still. He didn't have time to react when you reared your hand back and backhanded him so hard across the cheek that a little spit flew out of his mouth along with his pick.
"You tried to kill me!" You growled, showing your fangs. "Fuck you, Crosshair!"
"You were in direct violation of Order 66," he snarled, standing up, making the others rush to separate the two of you.
"He was just a pup!" You screamed, feeling the tears start to pour again. You never thought in a million years Crosshair would ever have turned his weapon onto you. "He didn't do anything!"
"He's a Jedi," Crosshair snarled as Wrecker pushed him back down into a seated position on the jump seats.
"So you were going to do what exactly? Shoot me and hope the bullet hit him too?!" You were hysterical. The betrayal was beginning to ache in your heart. "Have you lost your karking mind, Crosshair?"
"Good soldiers follow orders," he growled.
"You've never followed orders!" You screamed. This was madness. "I'm your unit! You don't turn on us! You don't turn on me! We're pack! You said so yourself!"
"Please, mesh'la, please try to calm down. I don't want you collapsing again," Tech pleaded with you, trying to do everything he could to soothe you.
"Why? Why is he doing this?" You cried, throwing yourself into Tech's chest. The pilot just held you as you lost the strength to stand. He carried you back to the bunk to let you sob. Not even twenty-four hours ago, you were all snuggled into your living room watching trashy TV like the perfect domestic family. You would have given anything in this moment to go back to that time.
Tech checked your heart rate again and shook his head, not liking the numbers.
"Mesh'la, we have a long journey ahead. Can I please give you a sedative so you can rest?" He was clearly worried.
"Please," you nodded, wiping your tears away. "Put me out, I-I… it hurts." You sobbed even more. To have your alpha turn on you like this was an omega's worst nightmare. The man supposed to protect you, just tried to kill you with a pup in your arms. It was one of the most horrific acts an Alpha could do.
Tech reached into your bag, grabbing the sedative. You adjusted the dose before handing it back to him. He pressed the machine to your neck, letting the medicine enter your system. You sighed, feeling the calm rush over you before you drifted off into peaceful sleep.
You just wanted to go back to your apartment with your alphas, and that's what your peaceful sleep brought you. The dreams you had were of nothing but bliss.
~~~
You had awoken moments before touching down on Kamino. You had asked Hunter to come talk with you in private as you were concerned about how you were all going to be able to proceed.
"Mesh'la, I'm-" He stepped forward, cupping your cheeks in his palms. "I'm so sorry."
"Hunter…" You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to say the words you weren't wanting to have to say. "I need you to grant me medical leave." You sighed.
He looked down at you and nodded, knowing that this was coming. "Is that what you want?"
You nodded. "I-I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with all of this. I just want to go home… just for a little bit."
"I'll grant it, but on one condition." He leaned down to look you in the eyes, wanting to punch Crosshair for the tears welling in your eyes again.
"What is it?" You whispered.
"That you don't give up. That you come back when you've had some time to process everything."
You chewed your lip and looked into his amber eyes full of emotion.
"I promise." You whispered. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You didn't really have it in you to speak anymore, so when they all disembarked the ship, you just gathered your things to report to the medical checkpoint.
Everything seemed slightly different as you looked around. The regs were marching in perfect lines, and the medical staff seemed to be packing up their things. You looked around for Kix, but there was no sign of him. You sighed and went into the restrooms that the medical personnel were given during the times their units were on base.
Rarely had you stayed here, usually opting for a hammock next to Echo in the 99’s barracks, but you didn't really want to be around Crosshair right now. You hadn't really felt heartbreak before, but based on all the angsty songs and books you’ve read, you deduced this had to be it.
It felt horrible.
"Are you alright?" A nurse asked you as she watched you from her workstation.
You just nodded and gave her a side smile. She looked you over one more time before going back to her work.
You were, in fact, not alright.
Nothing about this felt alright. You couldn't help but think about Anakin. Where the hell was he? Was he alright? Had he been killed? He was friends with the Chancellor; there’s no way he would have turned on him too? And Kenobi? Was he alright? Your thoughts were starting to make you sick…
You laid in the uncomfortable bunk, staring up at the ceiling until you got a buzz on your com signaling it was time for dinner. The time just seemed to have melted away as you swam in the depths of your thoughts. You had fought back tears on multiple occasions, trying to come to terms with this whole ordeal.
When you finally swung your feet over the side of the bunk and groggily laced up your shoes, you felt the hunger pangs and knew you needed to eat something.
Once again, the walk to the mess hall was unsettling. The once curious regs now acted like rigid droids. When you went over to the medic’s side of the room to grab a tray and start dishing up your dinner, you noticed your unit seated at their usual table in the far corner. They kept their heads down, eating their food, but once again, the only one you didn't see was Crosshair.
You grabbed your nutrient drink and were about to make your way over to an empty table when you were intercepted by a reg in all-white armor. "Nala Se requires your presence once you finish your meal."
You nodded. "Thanks, trooper."
Kark.
You were feeling the anxiety again as you forced the food down. This entire situation was getting weirder by the minute. You tried your best to ignore the sense that something bad was coming.
Once you cleared your tray, you placed it into the hands of a service droid and grabbed your things to make your way towards the medical wing. You grabbed your access card and swiped it, allowing you to enter the research labs. You followed a series of hallways before entering Nala Se's office. The tall grayish alien stood facing one of her DNA extraction machines.
"You requested me, ma'am?" You asked, standing at attention, realizing you were unsure if you were even considered a medic anymore. The GAR no longer seemed to exist?
She spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I require more samples for testing. The information your unit brought me has been most helpful in developing a quick cure."
"That’s good, ma'am," you nodded. "But I must ask, as the GAR no longer exists, am I still considered a soldier’s medic?"
"I am not entirely versed in the Imperial ways yet, but as they have seized operations here on Kamino, us, and the clones all fall under Imperial ownership. I would assume that means you too?"
"How can I confirm this information?" You asked, not liking her choice of words. You volunteered to join the GAR; you didn’t give over your autonomy to the Imperial Regime.
"I would check with General Tarkin's office; he's been sent here to evaluate the effectiveness of the clones." She replied, sending the sample droid over your way. You took a seat and rolled up your sleeve, allowing the droid to take the samples she required.
When the droid had finished, you took a bandage to cover the small prick wound.
"Do you know where my commanding officer is currently?" You asked, refastening your sleeve and standing up. The droid handed you a glucose tablet to keep you from getting woozy.
She pulled out her datapad, checking. "CT-9901 seems to be in the training facility for evaluations."
"Thank you. Is that all?" You stood by the door.
"For now. Yes." She turned back to her work, dismissing you.
You left, trying to figure out where General Tarkin's office could possibly be. You asked a guard posted in the hallway, and he directed you in the general location. You continued onwards until you reached the office you think belongs to the imperial officer.
You stepped inside to find other Imperials walking around various holodesk and carrying updated datapads. Approaching the main desk, you said, "Excuse me?"
The man behind the desk looked up at you. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, actually, I was wondering how I'd check my occupation status? I was a civilian medic for the Grand Army of the Republic. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to be doing."
"Were you not directed back to Coruscant?" The man asked.
"No, sir," you replied, picking up your access badge and handing it to him.
He took it and pushed it into the reader, pulling up your file. "It says here you are on pending status. That means you need to decide if you’re going to re-enlist in the new conscription program or be terminated.”
"Terminated?" You raised a brow.
"Your status will be terminated as an Imperial medic," he corrected.
You were relieved; that's what he meant.
"Is it alright if I come back to make that decision? I need to speak to my commanding officer first."
He nodded and handed back your access badge.
You spun around and calmly stepped out of the office before starting to jog down the hall back towards the boys' barracks.
When you finally made it to the door, you punched in the access code, revealing them gathered around the center table.
"Pip?" Wrecker's face brightened.
"What are you doing?" You looked down at the holo table in front of them, showing a map of jungle terrain.
"We're being sent on another mission to settle some insurgents on Onderon," Hunter said, pointing to the hologram.
"Already?" You couldn't bring yourself to move from the doorway.
Hunter nodded. "Are you alright?"
You just looked at him, probably like a musha deer in headlights.
"Y/N…" Tech took a step towards you.
You just stared at him, then at the others. You noticed Crosshair still looking at you with that blank stare. It made your insides churn.
"They wanted to know if I would be reenlisting… or else my status within the Imperial army will be terminated," you blurted out. "And I think Nala Se still wants my blood, so I don't know what I should - or if I should even - ugh, I don't know." You rubbed your eyes.
"How about we start with you coming inside?" Hunter and Tech took your hands, gently tugging you down into the room. The door finally closed behind you, leaving you alone in their room with the rain pattering on the window outside.
"Why are you freaking out?" Echo asked.
"I just - I didn't like the way Nala Se spoke earlier, and it sent me into a spiral. And I don't even know if my friends are alive, or what to feel, everything is changing so fast!" You whimpered.
"Do you still want to go back to Coruscant?" Hunter asked, sitting down in front of you.
"What?" Echo narrowed his brow. "You're leaving?"
You swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears for the tenth time today. "I need a break. I'm not built like you all, I can't handle all of this. Apparently all of my friends became terrorists overnight, everyone is acting crazy, and Crosshair wants me dead, so…" You growled out the last part.
The sniper didn't even flinch at your words; he just continued to chew on his toothpick.
"I think it's best if I take medical leave. Just for a bit so I can figure out everything," you sighed, feeling the weight of their stares.
"Pip, you can't leave," Wrecker pouted and whined.
"It's not forever, big guy," you sighed.
"What happens if, when you reenlist, they assign you somewhere else?" Tech asked.
You hadn't really thought about that. "Hunter can request me again."
"No, this is ridiculous," Echo interjected. "Tiny isn't going anywhere. You need to lock in and open your eyes. Things are weird at the moment. Coruscant was just attacked by separatists; it's not safe there either. You're safest here with us. Your pack, for maker's sake."
"Am I safe here?" You asked again, getting flashbacks to being at the wrong end of Crosshair's rifle and the shaking of that poor Jedi pup.
"As long as you don't go trying to save traitors," Crosshair bit out.
You took in a shaky inhale, trying not to let him get under your skin. You felt just like you did three months ago when Crosshair never so much as said five consecutive words to you in a row unless it was to criticize your closeness with regs.
"How about after our mission, we'll find you on Coruscant, and we can talk again after you've had some time to think about what you want to do," Hunter said, trying to be diplomatic even though his alpha vehemently disagreed with leaving his omega behind.
You nodded, hoping that this would work. "I'll take the first transport out tonight. You'll know where to find me."
Wrecker let out a broken whine when you turned to leave the barracks. Unable to look back. You knew if you looked back and saw Wrecker’s eyes you’d fold.
You turned the corner, heading back towards the medical wing to gather your belongings when you were stopped by a group of Coruscant guards. You looked up at them, confused to see the red markings.
"Miss Y/L/N, just the woman I was looking for," General Tarkin's voice cut through the air like ice.
You froze momentarily before turning to face the admiral. You stood at attention. "Admiral Tarkin, what can I do for you?"
"Would you mind coming with me? There are a few things I wish to discuss with you."
You swallowed thickly, stifling down the fear rising in your chest. He ushered you to follow him, which you did diligently. In your mind, you silently prayed the boys would come running after you. There’s no way the second most important man in the galaxy wanted to speak with you… privately.
"I understand you've been with the Republic army since the beginning of the war?" Tarkin must have read your file.
"Yes, sir. I volunteered after completing my medical program in Coruscant.”
"You served under General Anakin Skywalker, correct?" He asked, even though it was obvious he already knew everything on record about you.
“Yes."
"Then you transferred to the Special Forces 99?”
“Yes."
"Any particular reason?”
"I became close with Commander Tano. Once she left the Jedi Temple, I wanted a fresh start, sir.”
"I understand. Now forgive me if I'm getting too personal, but I'd like to know more about your history before the GAR.”
"Uhm, yeah, sorry. Yes," you nodded, thrown off a bit. You were trying to figure out where the hell this was all leading to.
"You were born on Coruscant. Where is your family?" He sat down in his chair.
"Dead, sir.”
“Dead?"
"Yes. Both of my parents died in a factory explosion when I was three, sir. I have no other living relatives.”
"How did you survive this long in Coruscant with no family?”
"The Republic had social programs, sir. I was raised in an orphanage and put through school. I performed so well in my last years of education, I was offered a full ride scholarship to attend Coruscant University's medical program.”
"Then you joined the military?" He seemed a bit confused. "Aren't you a bit overqualified for all this? You could have had a luxurious life back in the capital in one of those high rises.”
"I wanted to see the galaxy, sir. There was nothing left for me on Coruscant. I wouldn't have changed my fate for all the money in the world.”
"You like the thrill of it all," he nodded, understanding that.
"I enjoyed every moment of it. Even the tough parts.”
He nodded, ”Do you feel that your skills have been met working with the Special Forces 99?”
"If by that you mean I've had to patch them up a few times, then yes, sir, I have. They're an incredible group of soldiers, but they do have a tendency to get a bit banged up in their line of service.”
"I heard about the incident on Crait," he began. "That must have been terrifying.”
"Um, yes. I guess you could describe it as such.”
"You're close with those men, correct?”
You didn't like his tone. He seemed to be insinuating that there was something more. Like he knew about everything. This man was a snake. You saw that now, clear as day. He was trying to lure you into telling him everything.
You tilted your head. "In what way, sir?” He was going to have to spell this one out.
He smirked. "You've been with them for over nine months now. Living in such close quarters like that, you're bound to develop a… bond.”
You scrunched your brows. "Sir, I assure you, it has remained entirely professional. Yes, being in high-stress situations, I had to learn to trust them. It seemed harder for them to accept me. They barely spoke to me for six months. It wasn't until Crait that I think they finally started to warm up to me. Perhaps it's more of a trauma bond.”
He laughed. It didn't seem fake or anything; he actually thought you were making a joke… and the old fart thought you were funny.
You sat there awkwardly, waiting for him to stop chuckling. You chewed your lip, totally bewildered by this entire situation. Grand Admiral Tarkin was laughing at a joke you didn't even intend to make. What the karking hell is going on?
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, calming down finally, trying to restore his neutral expression. “Apologies."
You just smiled awkwardly, checking your chrono; kark, it was getting closer to your departure time for the shuttle.
"Is there anything else you wish to ask me, Admiral?" You wanted out of there… now!
"Yes, actually." He cleared his throat one more time, becoming the serious man again. "I wanted to ask you about the events on Kaller.”
You swallowed nervously.
"My men reported that the young Jedi had escaped Imperial custody and you are to blame."
Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you start to feel faint. Shit. Shit. Shit. Kark. Fuck. Dammit.
You opened your mouth to speak, but Tarkin cut you off. "Don't worry; you're not in trouble. One of your unit members informed me that you are, in fact, an Omega.”
"Yes, sir," your voice wavered a bit.
"As an alpha, I understand that we all have certain instincts we cannot ignore, as it is yours to protect pups with your life." He studied you. "I was also informed you broke orders by leaving your post to search out this young boy, putting yourself in the middle of an active battlefield. Clearly, you weren't in your right senses. I was also informed that your life was put in danger by your unit member.”
You were trembling now, feeling like a little prey animal stuck in the jaws of a wild tooka.
"Crosshair was just trying to follow orders, sir. It was my fault we were in that situation at all," you tried to defend your alpha, even though you were still royally pissed at him.
"It's okay, Y/N," he was trying to make you feel a little comfortable again. "I'm actually more curious about the others.”
"The others, sir?" You were lost now; why the hell does he want to know about them?
"Yes, I want to know what their reaction was to seeing their omeg- oops, apologies, their medic in direct line of fire.”
His slip-up was no accident. You could see the gears turning behind his beady eyes. He was trying to sus something out of you, and you were starting to guess what it was.
"They stopped Crosshair from killing me, sir," you deadpanned. "That's how the pup got away. He ran when Crosshair was distracted.”
"Yes, but what did they do exactly?" He was leering at you from his desk.
"They tried to encourage me to let go of the boy. I didn't, and Crosshair went to shoot. The child blocked the shot. Crosshair went to shoot again, and before he could kill me to get to the child, they tackled him into the snow long enough for the kid to run." You shook your head. "I had my back turned to them, sir; I didn't see what happened until after. Then I fainted from stress."
"Fainted?" He raised a brow.
You nodded. "I'm used to some level of stress, Admiral, but I'm rarely ever in the actual war zones. My Sergeant usually orders me to stay on the ship in case of emergencies.”
"I see," he said, clasping his hands together and resting them on his desk.
"Is that all, sir?" You wanted out of there… now!
"Yes, that is all. Thank you for your time." He dismissed you, and you tried to get out of there as quickly as possible without coming off rude.
When you were finally in the clear, you let out the breath you had been holding before starting into a jog to get to the transport station, praying the shuttle hadn't departed yet. You rounded the corners, nearly flying off balance a few times and bumping into clones as you went.
You spotted the transport in the distance and tightened your backpack straps before sprinting forward.
"Wait!" You yelled and waved at the clone in charge of the shuttle. He saw you and waved you over, waiting for you to hop on. You continued your run across the landing platform, getting closer.
"Stop her! Stop that omega!" a voice commanded from behind you.
You whipped your head around, seeing Tarkin standing there with an armada of red guards.
What? Me?
The guards raised their weapons, and suddenly, it felt like you were hit with ice water. Holy kark. They were aiming at you.
You saw the stun blasts whiz past you and yelped, trying to dodge them to the best of your ability.
"Don’t injure her!" Tarkin ordered.
What the fuck. What the fuck.
You dodged another, but unfortunately, you didn’t see the one you stepped right in front of.
You yipped, getting hit in the side and collapsing onto the ground, feeling numb. The last thing you saw before you were forced into unconsciousness was the Coruscant guards rushing over to you, weapons drawn. Damn, Hunter’s going to be so mad. Their red masks faded into darkness while one of them bent down to lift you off the cold platform.
~~~ One Week Later ~~~
"What's her status, doctor?"
"She wasn't that injured on the platform, luckily. I've kept her in stasis while she's recovered to keep her stress levels at a minimum. I'll begin running tests on her genetic structure before I can give you a definitive answer on her lineage."
"Her alpha wasn’t very forthcoming with this information either. Please make sure to increase the efficacy of his programming before their bond overrides the chip’s primary function. As for the others, they’ve committed treason against the empire. I must terminate them."
"May I suggest we try increasing their programming as well before taking such extreme actions?"
"I know they're your favorite creations, but they are too unpredictable."
"What about the omega? If your suspicions are correct, her health will decline if separated from them."
"Then they will remain imprisoned here."
You heard the conversation, but the words were fuzzy as you tried your hardest to come back to the land of the living. From what you could tell, you were in a bed. There were sounds of medical monitoring machines watching your vitals, and then the telltale whirling sound of medical droids buzzing about. So, a medical facility…
You also knew those voices belonged to none other than Nala Se and Tarkin.
Still on Kamino, you deduced.
Definitely missed the shuttle to Coruscant. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to the artificial light. It must have been dimmed for your comfort as you exited the artificial stasis.
You caught the back of Tarkin’s head leaving the viewing window, along with Nala Se, who watched you with her dark eyes.
"What did you do?" You bit out, feeling the agitation arise. When you tried to get up, you realized you had been restrained to the hospital bed. You flailed, starting to feel yourself get worked up.
"Please remain calm," a medical droid chirped at you. "You have been restrained for your own safety.”
"My what?" You snarled at the droid. "Let me out!”
"If you don’t try to relax, we will have to sedate you," the droid warned.
You ceased your struggling and forced yourself to lay back down to try and still your racing system. The fight or flight response was strong. You immediately started trying to figure out a way to get out of these fabric-lined binders.
~~~
"Where is she?" Hunter snarled, throwing his fists against the cell's force field.
"Shut up, inmate," the guard growled back before returning to his conversation.
Hunter paced back and forth, watching them like a wolf.
"I thought she was supposed to be on Coruscant," Wrecker slumped down onto the cell's bench.
"She never made it, Wreck," Echo whispered. "Layla said she never came back home."
"So she's here," Tech said, looking at the guards chatting. "We haven't been executed yet, so that means something else is going on that we don't know about."
"Where did they take Crosshair?" Wrecker asked.
"Who knows," Hunter growled lowly. "But we need to get out of here."
"Working on it," Tech said, analyzing the space. "This isn't a prison."
"I beg to differ," Echo rolled his eyes.
"No, this city was built before it was used as a military base of operations," Tech looked around tapping the walls, getting to work explaining how the walls aren't built to withstand someone like Wrecker.
~~~
Nala Se entered the room, wandering over to the computerized testing machine. "What is this?" you demanded.
"Admiral Tarkin is interested in your genetic lineage," she whispered back, plugging in information to the database. "It would seem that you have very unique DNA."
"I didn’t agree to this. You can’t hold me prisoner here," you yanked on the binders.
"Would you prefer I bring in CT-9904? Would he make you feel safer?" She asked.
You snorted, "I want out."
"I can’t release you, Omega. I’m sorry," she typed into her datapad.
"My name is Y/N," you bit out, wanting nothing more than to deck this alien in her stupid needle neck.
"Perhaps I should get CT-9904," she pushed a few buttons into her datapad.
You hissed, tugging on the restraints, hoping they’d snap when the door whooshed open and there stood Crosshair. He wore strange armor and didn’t have his helmet. You kept pulling, making the hospital bed creak and groan under your pressure.
"Would you please help your Omega remain calm? Stress is bad for her health," Nala Se said to Crosshair.
He silently crossed the room, approaching the side of the bed.
"Get the fuck away from me," you snarled, making him scowl. He ran a hand over your closed fists, soothing the skin there before moving up to the binders, seeing the red marks from it biting into your soft wrists. He gave you a warning growl, making you stop fighting in fear of angering him further.
You shuddered as his hands slowly worked up the muscles of your arm before reaching your neck, where he brushed against the mating gland, making you squirm.
He flashed you his signature smirk before grabbing a stool and sliding it over for him to sit in.
"Are you misbehaving, Omega?" His silvery voice made you shiver.
"Alpha, please let me out," you whined, looking down at the restraints.
"Don’t try that with me," he chuckled. "I have orders just to keep you calm, not let you go, mesh’la."
You looked at Nala Se with a nasty scowl.
"You were about to shoot me dead, and now it’s mesh’la again?" You lurched at him, but he didn’t flinch at your attempt to spook him.
"Sorry, ad’ika, I wasn’t thinking straight," he brushed your hair from your eyes, tucking a stray piece behind your ear.
"Oh, and now you are?" You were pissed.
"It’s in his programming to protect and care for you, Y/N, you don’t need to doubt that," Nala Se said before stepping out of the room.
"You told them?" You whisper-yelled.
"It’s protocol to report relations," he leaned close, running his nose along your hairline. "They had to fix me up, like I said, I wasn’t thinking straight before. They knew my omega needed me."
"What did they do to you?" You backed up, looking at him in his entirety. Nothing he was saying was making any damn sense. You weren’t his mate… what was he getting on about? The old Crosshair never would have told them about what happened on Mimban, nor would he have ever put you in danger. You knew you had to find Fives. It seems like the only thing making sense is what he was trying to tell you earlier.
"They just helped me remember my purpose, mesh’la," he went to give you a small kiss, but you turned your head away and laid back down on the mattress, trying to ignore him. You were still mad even though whatever was in him giving you the cold shoulder after Kaller was reversed, it didn’t matter. He was using your feelings for him to manipulate you, even if it was under orders.
He sighed and decided to leave you be. You stopped fighting the restraints, so he moved to exit. "If you need me, adi’ka, I’ll be outside."
You stared at the wall, refusing to look at him. You sensed him hesitate before stepping outside, leaving you alone in the darkened room.
You fought back tears. That wasn’t your Crosshair. You had no idea what these monsters were doing to him, but you knew it had something to do with what happened to Tup.
Staring blankly at the wall to your right, you wanted to just be put back under. This was not a situation you ever envisioned yourself being in, and seeing Crosshair acting so differently was making you anxious. You had to get the fuck out of here.
Looking to the table sitting next to you, there was a set of surgical tools sitting on a sterile tray. One of the tools you knew very, very well… a laser suture.
"Thank the Force," you whispered, leaning forwards.
You knew if you just leaned slightly forwards, you could grab it with your teeth. Pushing yourself further, the restraint on your left arm was starting to bite into your skin again, and your joints started to ache.
You knew if you pushed it too far, you’d dislocate your arm, so you just took it very slowly.
Using your forehead to nudge the tray closer, you heard it rattle slightly, praying Crosshair wouldn’t hear. You took a deep breath and continued nudging it closer.
When it was finally within reach, you picked up the pen-looking tool between your teeth and very, very slowly, you brought it up off the tray and into your lap where you dropped it into your right hand. Then, very stealthily, you pushed the roller tray back to where it was.
You heard the door suddenly open, and you very discreetly rolled the pen under your hand so he couldn’t see.
“Fuck off, Crosshair," you grunted while checking the room.
Nothing seemed out of place as he ducked back outside, leaving you alone once again. Getting out of the restraints was going to be the easy part; getting past Crosshair, well, that was going to be next to impossible.
You gripped onto the laser suture, getting it primed. Once you heard it power up, you pressed the ignition and aimed it at the straps, listening to the leather burn while you cut straight lines.
First was your right wrist, then your left, then both ankles. You sighed in relief being able to finally move freely again. You stretched quickly before looking for something to incapacitate the sniper to make your grand exit.
First, you grabbed one of the metal trays, thinking you could bonk him on the head, but then your eyes landed on the gold.
One of the sedatives they used on you was lying in the refrigerator under the research desk.
You grabbed the syringe and climbed back into bed, making it look like nothing had happened. You were just about to cry out for him when your prayers must have been answered. The emergency alarms started blaring, signaling an intruder in Tapoca City… the perfect distraction.
You saw Crosshair run off with his new helmet fastened on to answer the call.
You were alone… thank the Maker. Grabbing the tray as backup, you ran to the door, smashing the access button and running out of the doors at lightning speed, heading in the opposite direction of Crosshair.
Your bare feet thudded against the polished floors as you navigated the city to get to the shuttle port. On your way there, you swung past the hangar bay, noticing a familiar-looking ship parked inside.
The Marauder.
The boys were here? You looked around but didn’t see them. Deciding to take your chance, you dipped into the hangar bay, ducking behind crates, trying to scope out the situation. The Marauder was your best shot of getting out of here undetected; you had heard Tech brag about its anti-tracking capabilities too many times.
Deciding to move forwards, you bent down, removing the padded cuffs from your limbs to free yourself while you lifted the lid off one of the crates in search of a weapon.
"She’s not here!" Echo’s voice caught your attention.
"I traced her back here through the security system!" Tech growled.
"Echo?" You popped your head up from behind the crate, startling them.
"See?" Tech pointed at you as he ran over to embrace you. You hugged him back, realizing he wasn’t wearing his armor. None of them were, actually.
"What happened?" You asked, accepting all of their hugs.
"We’ll explain later," Hunter said,
"I’m just glad you’re okay." You shuddered. "We have to get out of here. They did something to Crosshair, and they’ve been running experiments on me, I think."
"You think?" Echo narrowed his eyes.
"They kept me in stasis for a week," you shook your head. The horror of it all was starting to settle in, "Crosshair will be searching for me any minute when he realizes I’m gone."
"You saw Crosshair?" Hunter asked, lifting the lid to a crate containing their armor.
They quickly suited up, grabbing their weapons.
"He was ordered to watch over me. He was more like he was before, but there’s something off about him," you were shaking now, "And they know. They know about all of us."
"He told them?" Hunter sneered.
"I think it was under duress," you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Hunter shook his head when he heard the hangar bay door open.
"Is that Crosshair?" Wrecker was miffed, looking at his little brother. He was dawning head to toe black and a new Imperial uniform. Still holding Firepuncher, he walked forwards, leading a squadron of Coruscant guards.
"Stay down," Hunter ordered you, and you stayed behind the crate, grabbing Lula. Hunter stood up, facing his brother.
"Give me the Omega, and you all can live," Crosshair demanded.
"What happened to you? Have you lost your damn mind?" Hunter responded.
"Hand her over, Hunter," Crosshair growled, pointing Firepuncher at his eldest brother.
"I can’t do that, Cross," he raised his own pistol.
"She’ll be safe here, Hunter. You all will be," Crosshair tried to convince his brothers.
"Doubt that," Hunter dismissed him.
You felt the tensions rise, making you antsy.
"Y/N?" Crosshair called out into the room. You shivered hearing his voice single you out. You looked up at Wrecker, who was crouched behind the crate above you, "Come here, darling.”
Crosshair was using a cooing voice. Just like that alpha clone in the training facility.
You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming next…
"Crosshair, don’t," Hunter warned.
"Omega… come," his alpha tone made your bones ache. You dug your nails into the concrete floor, fighting the command with everything you had. You whined, feeling yourself hurt.
"Release her!" Tech yelled, watching you suffering.
"Not a chance," Crosshair aimed Firepuncher at Hunter again, waiting for you to cave to the command. When you didn’t, he decided it was time to end this. Crosshair aimed for Hunter’s chest, squeezing the trigger. Hunter dodged the shot, letting it fly into the side of the Marauder.
"Y/N, run to the ship!" Hunter commanded as he shot back, drawing Crosshair’s fire. You grabbed Lula and with a grunt, you ran to the ship. Tech covered you as you both ascended the steps.
You threw yourself into the copilot seat, helping Tech power up the ship. You heard a loud shot ring out and Wrecker’s pained howl, and you squeaked, pushing the engine’s throttle, getting it running. Wrecker was definitely hit.
Echo and Hunter quickly entered the cockpit, carrying Wrecker on their shoulder as Tech pulled the ship up into the air. Hunter closed the hatch door, the last thing you all saw was Crosshair standing on the hangar bay, putting a toothpick back between his lips and leaning his rifle on his shoulder.
You couldn’t help but sob.
All the tears you had been holding back came spilling out. Echo put his hand on your shoulder as the Marauder climbed in altitude.
"You okay, Tiny?" He asked a bit worried.
"No," you choked out, "I-I don’t want to leave him." Your entire body shook.
"What?" Hunter couldn’t help himself. The question flew out of his mouth before he could stop it.
"He just tried to kill us. They were experimenting on you," Echo was lost.
"I- he- he isn’t in control. It’s what happened to Tup. Nala Se said they altered him to be like that," you sobbed, swiveling the chair around to face Echo, he embraced you, holding you to his chest, "They made him that way." You wailed, feeling the pain still in your body.
Hunter just looked at you in shock. You were ready to slit Crosshair’s throat not even a week ago; he couldn’t believe you had changed your position so quickly.
"They tortured him." You felt Echo's chest plate become soaked in your tears. "I-I heard Tarkin say he refused to tell them about Mimban, but I think in the end he did."
"Did they hurt you?" Hunter asked, kneeling down at your side.
"Not that I know of," you shook. "They kept me out for a long time while you were all away. They could have done anything and I wouldn’t have known."
"Why did they take you, Pip?" Hunter asked, rubbing your back.
"I don’t know," you leaned on Echo. "Tarkin wanted to know about my DNA structure. He’s looking for something in my lineage I think. Interrogated me before he shot me on the shuttle port."
"He shot you?!" Echo roared.
"I was running for the shuttle, the guard stunned me then took me back to Nala Se’s lab."
"When did you see Crosshair?" Hunter asked.
"Not until a few hours ago. They made him come in to force me to submit."
Hunter snarled, "They knew."
"They took Crosshair one day ago. Probably to do whatever the hell they did to his head," Echo pieced together.
"I think he actually told Tarkin about you all long before that. Tarkin said one of you told him the truth about how the child got away."
"It wasn’t me," Echo shook his head.
"Not me," Hunter said.
"I didn’t change what we agreed on," Tech entered coordinates for a random Outer Rim system.
Wrecker groaned, "Not me."
"Then it was Crosshair," you sighed. "Whatever Order 66 did to him, he changed."
"It is known that Kaminoans use inhibitors to alter our DNA to design us as they please. Such as giving all of us our enhanced abilities, but also the ability to follow commands. It would seem that Crosshair’s must have been desiring for him to follow orders of the Empire."
You shivered, "That would make sense. Fives said-" You were cut off by your own yelp. You shoved off of Echo suddenly, making a low whining noise.
"Y/N?" Hunter asked, trying to get to you, but you just backed away, clutching at your skin.
"Something’s wrong," you hissed, flopping onto all fours and groaning in pain pawing at your sternum.
"Tech, what’s wrong with her?" Hunter asked desperately.
The pilot put the ship into autopilot before climbing out of his seat. He took a flashlight from his utility belt and lifted your chin to look up at him. He flashed the light in your eyes, watching your pupils still responding normally. Then he helped you sit back on your knees while you pressed a hand to your heart, letting out another sob. Tech moved his hands to the collar of the white patient top you were wearing and ripped the fabric at the shoulder.
Hunter gave him a skeptical glare while his brother flashed the light around your glands. "Did he bite you?" Tech asked.
"Huh?" You looked up with glossy eyes.
"Did Crosshair bite you?" He asked again, ripping the other side to check.
You shook your head, "No."
"Did he mate you?"
"No," you whined, feeling another ache roll through you.
"Why did you ask that?" Hunter knelt over closer.
"She’s displaying signs of mate sickness," Tech pulled out his datapad. "But she hasn’t been mated."
"Mating sickness?" Wrecker asked.
"When a bonded pair separates after recently solidifying the mate bond, they can become sick," Tech replied, typing furiously into his datapad researching possibilities.
Wrecker was confused, "But she wasn’t bitten?"
"Exactly," Tech nodded. "It doesn’t make any sense."
"Tech, I’m scared," you whimpered, rubbing your chest. That familiar feeling of heartbreak was tearing through you again. You immediately thought Crosshair must be feeling the exact same thing if Tech was correct and you continues to sob letting the tears pool on the floor of the Marauder.
"What do we do?" Hunter asked, scooping you up into his arms as you wriggled around trying to escape the aches.
"We have to find help," Tech shook his head. "I don’t even know where to look this isn’t a normal medical situation."
"I might have an idea," Echo looked to you. "Set the course for Lothal."
So um, yeah... Crosshair is lost in the sauce unfortunately. But were about to figure out why Pip is so special... hehe
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