Omega had been one of the first people ever to show genuine compassion, and worry about you after the events of Order 66. The Batch had found you huddled up in the corner of a definitely not safe city, and she had insisted for the others to take you in.

You were wary, and rightfully so, it had been the same clones you had fought along that had killed your masters and friends— you had your reasons not to trust them. The feeling of all you ever knew being taken away from you was something Omega had just discovered.

Not too long ago, she had left Kamino to never return. She travelled with her new brothers, learnt about the galaxy, and met new people. Until she eventually came back; all to save Hunter. What originally was a ‘rescue’ mission, had ended up in a secret imperial attack. You had had the luck to escape just in the nick of time; leaving the now destroyed planet behind.

It was a weird mix of emotions the little girl was facing— the others, of course, tried to help, but they still had some things to learn about comforting a child. Omega was huddled in the corner of the gunner’s nest—her now bedroom— chin rested on her knees as she held her tooka plush.

Her head snapped to your direction when she heard you sit down next to her. There was something about having someone close to her age around that she found weirdly comforting, and somewhat exciting. “Hey…” she greeted, making some space for you in the cramped room, “what are you doing here? I thought you were going to help Tech and Echo with the reparations.”