Amethyst reclined in her seat as the hovering marauder dropped out of hyperspace. Before them, a planet loomed—a place she hadn't seen before. The Force sent her strange signals, like echoes from a clone she never thought she'd encounter. But these are peculiar times, and events unfold all around her. It's only a matter of time before she finally unravels the code.

As she delicately traced her fingers through the soft earth, Amethyst's gaze lifted, meeting Omega's as the larger figure approached her with a peculiar object in hand — a strikingly vibrant red and black toka doll. "Oh," Amethyst inquired, her curiosity piqued, while Omega's smile radiated warmth, casting a gentle glow upon the scene before her departure.

 "Just wanted you to have it. I don't... need it much anymore now that I have my brothers," Omega expressed, her voice carrying a sense of resolution tinged with fond reminiscence.

 Amethyst, in response, emitted a soft snort before enveloping Omega in a comforting embrace, one lilac wing tenderly encircling the smaller clone. "This one is yours, love. I wouldn't dream of taking it away from you. But here," she continued, her palm unfurling to reveal a shimmering array of magical essence, coalescing into the form of a dragon plush. "To remember me by," she concluded, the sentiment laced with a bittersweet tinge, as if the plush were a tangible vessel for the intangible bond they shared.

Soon enough, they arrived at their designated destination, Amethyst steadfastly holding Omega in her arms. As they emerged from the ramp, a familiar figure greeted them, his chuckle echoing in the air before his hand came to rest on the dragoness's shoulder. "Seems our sister gets as attached as we do to you," he remarked, prompting a radiant swirl of golden happiness from Amethyst, who nodded in agreement. "Perhaps, and she is, I admit, just as cute as a hatchling," she responded, enfolding Omega protectively with one of her wings before turning her attention to Hunter. "Now, where do we go?" she inquired.

The tracker pointed towards a looming steel-cased building. "There's our new motive. Rex said that we need to help some clone named Gregor," Hunter explained.

Amethyst froze at the mention of the name. "Gregor?" she repeated, her grip on Omega tightening as wisps of her light smoke darkened in turmoil. "I did... I thought— I thought he died."

"Well, according to scanners, he should have died, but I suppose that the empire took care of him," Tech remarked, adjusting his goggles with a thoughtful expression. Amethyst blinked in response, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as her wings drooped slightly, the weight of the news settling upon her. Omega watched intently from the cradle of her arms, a silent witness to the turmoil stirring within her guardian's heart.

Amethyst sighed and sat up straighter, the weight of their mission settling on her shoulders. "Let's just get going," she said, determination fueling her words.

Hunter and the others nodded, their faces set with resolve. Together, they sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors of the base, the oppressive walls closing in around them.

They dispatched a few strange soldiers, the clash of blades echoing through the narrow spaces. Then, finally, they reached Gregor's cell.

Amethyst walked in, her heart pounding. Gregor stood, his brown golden eyes blazing with surprise and relief. "Amethyst?" he asked, his voice rough.

Amethyst nodded, a fierce smile tugging at her lips. She set down the Omega, now evaporated after their frantic run. "You're alive," she growled, the depth of her care for him clear in her tone.Gregor laughed, a rough, relieved sound. "Of course I would be, General. You don't think a couple of Separatists will kill me, do you?" He pulled her into the army zone, and she let out a breath, the familiarity of the space grounding her. "Of course not, ner alor'ad," he said, the affection in his voice unmistakable. He chuckled and kissed her temple before pulling away, the playful gesture a stark contrast to the danger surrounding them. "Let's get out of this cursed place," he said, his eyes hard.

And together, they slipped out, the shadows of the corridor seeming to reach out for them. But soon, the crack of a trigger shattered the tense silence. Amethyst growled, a low, primal sound, and stood protectively in front of Gregor and his friend. Clone troopers swarmed from all sides, their blasters opening fire.

But soon, the gunfire stopped mid-air, the sound of vibrating energy filling the room. The Force was in full swing. "You have shot enough of my clones," Amethyst said, her voice a deadly whisper. And soon, the shots flew away as if pushed back by an unseen wall, and many of the soldiers fell. Amethyst turned to her friends, a fierce smile on her face, "But you have become strong," she said, pride and awe mingling in her words.

And soon, they got out, the base falling away behind them.

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Then they were out, soaring into the open air. Amethyst let herself glide, the wind rushing past her, until just as she was about to slip into her quarters, Gregor came in and attacked her. Well, not attacked, exactly, but he pressed kisses to every part of her he could reach and buried his face against her, his grip on her tight and desperate. "I missed you so much, care," he said between kisses, his voice shaking with emotion. And Amethyst giggled, a sound of pure joy, because outside their locked door stood the rest of the bad batch, and some of them had the audacity to look outraged.

"You like her, huh?" Omega asked, his tone teasing as he came up to them. The smart clone snorted. "We are far beyond that now, Omega. You know it. We don't get those petty things."

"I see," Omega said, flashing a wry grin before turning to prepare for a long night ahead. The rest of the Bad Batch exchanged perplexed glances, their uncertainty palpable. Did they truly not love Amethyst?