(fic)
Hunter always knew that the war would catch back up with them, somehow. Years had been marked off, family occasions, life events, all had flown by in the blink of an eye. Before he knew it, Omega could stand nose to nose with him, and eventually, taller, but not by much. She was like Tech in that regard.
Actually, she was a lot like Tech. Omega was sharp, always had been, but the way she retained information and sorted it reminded Hunter of Tech when they were cadets, back hunched as he scrolled through datapad after datapad absorbing so much information that his sentences would later come out garbled from overload. She had his prowess for piloting, too, though Hunter largely attributed that Tech being unwilling to let anyone else learn how to fly the Marauder.
Now, Omega had her own ship, the Freedom, she called it, and she flew off into the big wide galaxy to fight for the rebellion, unable, or rather, unwilling to stay out of the fight. She got that from Echo, but her resolve once she’d made up her mind was also like Tech’s.