Hey, I'm not dead!!

  A long chapter for you guys today! Not my best writing, but it gets the point across none the less.

TW: Blood? Delta and Echo being sassy, shirtless Hunter, Omega's cuteness, terrible attempt at writing a growing relationship. Ext.

Enjoy!

(Also, Muchi is a bit bigger in this then in the show. Imagine about half size bigger.)

  "So, what's the Plan?" I ask, jumping a bit as Hunter presses a Vibro Blade into my hand, it's cold metal pressing against my Palm. I twirl it in my fingers before sliding it into my belt.

We are in the belly of the ship, with Wrecker and Omega sitting at the other end of the room. The door to the cockpit is wide open, and the Rumble of Tech and Echo's voices can be heard

  "You and Omega stay on the ship." He said, his brown eyes holding my gaze. "With your sister after her, we don't need to be broadcasting her location throughout the galaxy."

  I huff, crossing my arms.
  "As if a team of elite trained soldiers won't cause suspicion?" I ask, a hint of mockery in my voice.
  He rolls his eyes, and I smile at him. It humored me to tease him, and he knew it.

  "Just stay here, and stay safe." I give him a salute, moving to the cockpit to join Echo.

  "Whatever you say, Sargent." I sass, plopping down in the co-pilots chair, observing the planet beyond.

Echo chuckles, leaning back in his seat and looking at me through half closed eyes.

  "The sass is strong with this one." He says, a hint of a joke in his tone. I smile at him, bringing my knees up to my chest. Tech spins around, standing and moving out of the Cockpit.

  "Come on, Echo. Hunter is going to give us a briefing." Echo groans, standing up and stretching. I stretch out my legs, stretching my arms out above my head, letting out a squeak.

  Omega trots into the cockpit, the stuffed clone trooper still in her hands.

  "Hello, love." I say, holding out my arms. She scrambles into my lab, wrapping her arms around me.

  "What are we going to do while the squad is gone?" She asks, twirling a piece of my brown hair around her finger. I smile at her.
"Maybe we will make the boys bunks pink—"

Omega gasps, putting a hand over her mouth before giggling.

"We're not going to do that." She states, crossing her arms.
  I roll my eyes, letting out a fake annoyed huff.

"Fine. Well, how about we paint your little clone trooper." I say, taking her toy in my hands. She nods, her large hazel eyes widening with excitement.

  "Then she can be a Batcher!" She exclaims. I can't help but smile: I love this girl, and I will protect her with my life.

(Time skip brought to you by Gonky Droid,) :)

I press my hands flush against the wall above my head, slowly leaning forward and stretching out my shoulders.

  Gonky warbles, and Omega talks back to him. She is sitting in her bombers bay, using a sponge to press grey paint onto her clone trooper, who is slowly starting to look more like a 'Batcher'.

   I remove one hand from the wall, turning and stretching out my chest.

  As I turned to do the other side, I think about Hunter, realizing how petty I must be. Like that teenage girl I used to be, who went around liking each of the boys in our village relentlessly in turn.
   That was while I was still Ava. While I still had that innocence and naivety of a child.

  That girl was different though. She wasn't a murder.

  Plus, he doesn't even like me— not like that at least.

  I hear the deep rumble of engines outside the ship, and I tilt my head.

  "Delta... there's two speeders outside."

I jump into action, shutting down Gonky and slinging my rifle over my shoulder.
Omega mimics my motions, grabbing a back pack from under her seat. There's pounding at the door as the Sigerians try to enter the ship. I grab my helmet, tucking it under my arm.

"Come on!" Omega says, scurrying into the bombers bay. Her hands grasp a strap, pulling up a trap door I didn't even know was there. She drops through it, just as I hear the Sigerians open the door.

I silence a Yelp, jumping out after her, and closing the door above my head, praying that they didn't see me.

I glance up into the gunner bay's window, leaping backwards when the tan head of a Sigerian appears. Raising my comm to my mouth, I speak into it.

"Hunter? Hello? Tech?" All I hear is static, and I groan, turning to look at Omega.

"It's always you and I, cleaning up after these boys, huh?" I say, returning the smile she gives me. Looking back up into the window, I see that the Sigerian is no longer there.

"Run!" I exclaim, grabbing her hand and running out from under the ship. My feet pound in a familiar Rhythm against the ground, and I can't help the smile that comes across my face. Omega lets out a laugh, and I look at her. She seems to be floating, her feet barely touching the ground.

I slow, and Omega slows next to me. I glance behind us, and I make sure we aren't being followed. Not that it mattered: I could take any of these wimpy aliens.

"Here!" Omega says, pulling me behind a rock. I peer over it. A large valley, that reminded me of a arena, was just beyond it. A layer of dirt seemed to coat everything, and in some places, hang in the air like some sort of Haze.
I immediately spot many Sigerian guards, mounted on the ridges and recked ships around the valley. They each carry long pieces of gold-colored metal, which I figured was some kind of weapon.
Omega passes me binoculars, and I look through them.

  "There they are." I said, pointing a gloved hand to the middle of the valley.

The batch sat around a large circular piece of concrete, with a few other slaves. They where each handcuffed and chained to a large extension of chain that wrapped around the entirety of the concrete. With a closer look, I see that they have shock collars, which explained why Wrecker hadn't busted them out yet. Their helmets and comms where in a pile not far from them, along with their Blasters and Vibro Blades.

Four Sigerian slavers stood around them, all holding more of strange gold staffs.

There's a deep rumble, similar to a roar. I pull down my scanner on my helmet, peering into the cage at the far end of the valley. It shakes, and the Sigerian guards look at it worriedly.

"No kriffing way." I murmur, my eyes widening. I turn to Omega, a new idea sparking.

"Okay, Omega. Here's that plan."

(Another lovely time skip brought to you Sid the Sassy.)

I creep along the ridge, using my helmet's heat signature scanner to spot the Sigerian guards ahead of me.

I'm not far from the batch now, and I shoulder my rifle. If this goes to plan, Omega will free the Rancor. This should cause enough of a distraction for me to get the boys and Muchi out.

Slipping off my helmet, I make a bird call. Hunter's head turns in my direction... along with the closest Sigerian slaver.

He calls out to his friends, and they all turn to me.
I blast the closest one off his feet, shoulder rolling back behind the safety of the stone. They shout to each other, and I groan.

Moving back into the open, I fire at them, my rifle humming with life.
I watch them shake the Gold staffs, which turn into elegant electric bows. 

  The tallest Sigerian twists around, pulling back his arm to fire a purple energy bolt at me. I duck out of the way. As a rock next to me explodes, I am once again thankful for my helmet as small chips of rock spray on me.

The sound of metal breaking fills the air, followed by the roar of a rancor. The guards turn, more worried about the monster that has escaped then the human girl.

Unsheathing my Vibro blade, I rush towards the slaves.

  "An adolescent rancor." Tech states, exhaustion in his voice. "This was not the distraction I was expecting."
 
 
"That's their problem!" Wrecker exclaims, placing a foot on the concrete wall. Pulling backwards, the chain snaps, clattering to the ground.

  "Hi, Mesh'la." Hunter breaths, as I place a hand on his shoulder. I roll my eyes beneath my helmet, using my Vibro blade to remove Hunter's shock collar.

I hand my blade to the alien slave, who looks at me like I'm crazy.
  "Free yourselves." I state, and he nods, turning to the other slave at his side.
  
 

  I let out a scream as I'm picked up, a large hand holding me.

  The rancor roars, and my eardrums throb. Her fingers squeeze against my armor, and I hear it creak under the pressure.

  "L-let, go of me!" I yelp, banging my fists against her large fingers. She, however, isn't at all phased by my attempt at freeing myself, and continues to run from the Sigerians, her fist held up to her chest to protect her new toy.

  I hear the buzz of energy as she is hit with one of the blasts, and she spins around, a aggravated roar escaping her throat.

  I clutch to her fingers as I'm swung around like a rag doll, my head flying backwards in what I'm sure will become whiplash.

  She pulls me to her chest, blocking me from another blast as she turns and flees again, climbing over a crashed ship and leaping to the ground with a loud thud.

  My teeth slam together, and I taste blood in my mouth. The small chain the is still attached to the collar around her neck bangs into my helmet, and I gasp, leaning into her and clutching my head.

  Today is really not my day.

  The crack of a whip reaches my ears, and the Rancor seems to slip.

  She cries out in pain, stumbling and rolling to the side. I fly from her hand, tumbling away a few feet.

  With blurry vision, I look up to see yet another Slaver, riding what appeared to be a flying reptile. It had a round head, and a mouth that opened up to reveal triangular teeth. It's small black eyes stared at the rancor as it let out a ear-splitting howl.

  The slaver that rode him was silver, a scar running across his left eye. He swung a whip above his head, yelling in anger. The Rancor whimpers, backing towards me. I stagger up, using the Rancor's forearm to balance. She is not nearly as big as I thought she was.

  "You will not hurt her anymore!" I scream at the slaver as the Rancor cowers behind me. He laughed, raising his whip again.

  Hunter is running towards us, his helmet visor fixed on the Slaver. My eyes leave him as I watch the whip twirl in the air.

  I winch as the whip cracks, but instead of it hitting us, the slaver goes tumbling to the ground. Hunter shoulder rolls, standing again. I laugh at the irony of it: Hunter being my knight in shining armor.

  The lizard-creature-thing roars, rushing towards the Rancor. She cries out, grabbing my arm and dragging me with her as she runs.

I grunt and whimper as I am dragged over the rough ground, pieces of metal and rocks banging against my head and scraping my body.

  "Sorry— love..." I grunt, unsheathing a taser with my free hand, pressing it to her hand. It is low voltage, and she drops me, continuing to run without even noticing she dropped me. The lizard creature runs past me, and I shakily stand, putting my hands to my knees.

  "Delta!" Wrecker cries, reaching my side. His large hand presses against my back, and I wave him off.

  "Where's Omega?" I ask, glancing behind them.

  "Echo has her. Are you alright?"

"I'm all good." I say, and Tech looks at me uncertainly.

  "I wouldn't be so sure about that. Muchi did drag you a long way." I stand, staring at him.

  "The Rancor is Muchi?" I ask in disbelief.

  "Hey, that's what we all said!" Wrecker states, glancing to where the rancor disappeared.

"Let's go find her then!" I exclaim, following Tech around the corner.

  I start when I see her fighting the Lizard. She grabs its tail, chomping down on it.

  "She's a badass little thing, huh?" I say, watching as she pounding the lizards head into the dirt.

"Rancor's are known for their fighting ability." Tech says, watching as the Rancor pounded her enemy.

  "I wish I was a Rancor." Wrecker said forlornly, watching the Lizard run, leaping into the air and gliding away with one last screech.

  "How do we stop her?" I ask, watching her raise her hands in the air and roar, as if in victory.

  "Rancors adhere to a social hierarchy.  You have to challenge the alpha to earn authority." Tech said, and remove my helmet, smiling at Wrecker.

  "Here's your chance to be a Rancor, Wrecker." I tease as he rushes forward towards Muchi.

  "Delta!" I turn when I hear Hunter's voice, seeing him jogging towards us. I move towards him, and he grabs my shoulders, looking me up and down.

  "Are you all right?" He asks, and I feel my face flush.

  "If you should worry about Wrecker. He's the one fighting the Rancor, not me." I state, and he sighs, moving his hand down my arm and intertwining our fingers. I give his hand a small squeeze.

   "Seriously, Del, you need to stop getting yourself in trouble like that."

I roll my eyes, huffing.

  "Stop complaining." Tech states, looking at us. "We all know you like her."

I laugh while Hunter sputters, releasing his hand as a speeder  comes into view. As it slows to a stop, I see Echo and Omega slide to the ground.

  "Omega!" I cry, dropping my helmet and moving towards her, engulfing her in a hug.

"Thank Heavens you are all right." I step back, giving her the biggest smile I can muster.
  "You did amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

  "Look what I got." She says, holding up one of the bow devices, which is strapped to her arm. I turn to Echo, raising my eyebrows, and he shrugs.

  Muchi let's out a yell as Wrecker repeatedly punched her shoulder, trying to get her to submit to him.

  I pick Omega up, putting her on my back where she wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my middle.

  "We might be here for a while.."

   "Hunter?" I ask, knocking on the door to the barracks. 

  "Give me a second." Was the response, and I lean against the doorframe, watching Echo oil his metal arm.

  We are back on the ship where Muchi passed out in the belly of the ship, with Wrecker and Omega watching her. Tech went to the cockpit, but Hunter had disappeared to the back of the ship, and I am worried about him. I wonder if he got himself hurt.

  The door opened, and I turn to look at him, my eyes widening.

  "Agh! Put a shirt on!" I exclaim, my face heating up. Echo let's out a tutting sound, the disapproval in his tone.

  Hunter's toned torso was dotted with tattoos— I see that his skeleton tattoo continues down the left side of his chest, swirling into ribs. It also continues down his left arm, in wristbones and down his fingers.
  I Averted my gaze. Hunter chuckled, crossing his arms.

  "You need something, Cyar'ika?" He asks. Echo groans, standing up.

  "I'm going to tell her." He declares. Hunter stiffens next to me, a frown crossing his face.

  "Don't you dare."

  "Delta!!" Echo said, strapping his arm back onto himself, before looking back at me.

  "Hunter called you beloved!"

  Heh. Yeah that's it.

  Well, I hope you all enjoyed

  Also, this was my reference for Hunter's Tattoo. It is totally not Cannon, but it's fine

*dies*

  Question of the chapter:

  Q: Are you a dog person or a cat person?

  A: I love my Puppy, but most of the cats I have met are nice.

   This is the way!