The blaster pressed uncomfortably against her temple. It was cold metal against warm skin, a big difference to the panic that was beginning to set in. She tried to keep her breathing steady as her eyes darted around, searching for an escape, a way out of this situation.

She could hear the trooper speak into his comm, informing his squad that he got her and was bringing her back after her escape attempt. They had managed to grab her when she separated from the Batch, but it wasn't like she went far! Still, they got her and almost got her to their ship before she managed to run again. Her escape didn't last long, unfortunately. The blaster was a constant, heavy presence just like the cuffs around her wrists, grounding her in the moment. Her gaze flickered to back to the soldier's face, but she couldn't see anything through his visor.

There was a sudden shift in the tension, a change in the dynamic of the situation. The soldier's grip tightened, and she was suddenly pulled back against his chest. She heard the voice before she saw them, a voice she recognized and brought a flicker of hope.

Then she saw them properly as they moved out, their own blaster trained on the trooper. Omega's mind raced. This was a standoff. A dangerous one. She was caught in the crossfire, both literally and figuratively. She could feel the trooper's body tense. A surge of determination and adrenaline went through her and her flickered around.