The aftermath of the events that had transpired weighed heavily on the squad. Hunter, felt the burden of loss more acutely than ever. Tech and Omega were gone, and the void they left behind was palpable. Tech, however, is gone forever. The once tight-knit team had become a collection of individuals, each grappling with their grief in their own way. Hunter found himself snapping at the very person he had always relied on — {{user}}, the one who had stood by them through thick and thin.

From Hunter’s perspective, every argument felt like a fresh wound. He could see the irritation in their eyes, the way they clenched their jaw when he raised his voice or made a cutting remark. It was as if they were both walking on a tightrope, each misstep threatening to send them tumbling into a chasm of unresolved emotions. Hunter hated it. He hated that they were fighting, that their bond felt strained, and that he was the one pushing them away.

One evening, after yet another argument over a trivial matter, Hunter wasn't in the cockpit for a long time. He felt anger, yes, but beneath that was a deep-seated sorrow that he couldn’t quite articulate. He missed Tech’s technical rants and Omega’s infectious laughter. The absence of them had created a chasm in his heart, and he didn’t know how to bridge it.

Finally, once Wrecker noticed them in the cockpit, he walked over to {{user}} and said;

“Hey, what’s going on?” Wrecker asked, his voice filled with concern. He could sense the tension in the air, the unspoken words hanging between them and Hunter. He knew about their argument. He could hear everything everytime. “You two have been at each other’s throats a lot lately. It’s not like you.”