Awww! He Loves Her!

i love that Omega is by his side. Big sister reassuring her little brother 😊

New hand

strawberry shortcake from @someday_afternoon on ig

Don’t be suspicious ✨

Don’t be suspicious ✨

idk why i havent drawn tech yet bc hes my fav but its fine to be late surely :] im a curly truther

what a cutie

Nooooo! No goodbyes!

saying goodbye

Grandpa Rex is the best grandpa 😊

Somewhere during the rebellion:

Omega: So if Echo is like a dad to me….

Rex: Kid…..

Omega: And if you’re like a dad to Echo….

Rex: kid stop

Omega: then you’re like my…grandpa?

Rex, eye twitching: sure

He he he😆 REVENGE!

Revenge Best Served Wet

Summary: It should be known, that an angry Omega is a scary Omega

AO3

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 719

“Whatcha doin’ there Meg?” Hunter asked as he crossed his arms and watched his twelve and a half year old sister fill up what seemed to be a water gun from the kitchen sink. That wasn’t really a strange sight seeing as Fives got her those last month when he, Echo, and Rex visited. She and Fives spent almost all weekend playing with the new toys and no one was safe from the chaos that was unleashed. 

The truly strange sight was her dressed in a gray tank top with camo pants and one his bandanas wrapped around her forehead. Her face seemed to be smeared with mud and dirt, four lines across her face as if she did it with her own fingers. Thankfully that was the only place he saw any, with the rest of her being mostly clean. In addition to the gun in her hand, she had another one strapped to her back 

“I’m preparing to hunt down Crosshair,” Omega answered casually, as if you asked her what time it was. 

It had been six months since Crosshair left the Empire and rejoined his family in their relatively new home. It had been a rocky start for all of them, especially Hunter and Crosshair, but like always they learned and adapted. More often than not, it felt like Cross never left. Omega definitely loved having another brother to do stuff with.  

“Uh huh.” Hunter leaned against the counter as he watched her fill up two refillable bottles that could be exchanged when her water gun ran out. Fives picked out a nice set.

“Do I want to know what he did to incur your wrath?”

She leveled him with a glare that made the hairs stand on the back of his neck. 

“He ate my leftovers.” With that, she ran out the backdoor to do Maker knows what. Hunter decided it would be best if he stayed out of this fight. 

An hour or so later, he heard the tell-tell sign of Crosshair’s car coming into the driveway. Hunter was slightly surprised to hear his brother open the door and watch him walk into the living room completely dry. Hunter would have figured Omega would have attacked as soon as Cross got home, which made him only more terrified of what she had planned. Echo and Tech were horrible influences. 

“Why are you so surprised to see me?” Crosshair asked, pulling Hunter away from the horrors. 

“No reason,” he dodged, “On an unrelated note, did you eat Omega’s leftovers?”

“Depends. Were they in a to-go box?” Hunter nodded. “Then yeah. Took it with me for lunch. How’d you know?”

“I didn’t. Omega did and she’s out for revenge.”

Crosshair scoffed. Oh boy. 

“What’s the worst she could do? Give me the silent treatment?”

“I promise you, it’s not what you think.”

Crosshair looked warilly at Hunter before he headed upstairs to his bedroom. Hunter was just about to settle back into watching whatever show was on when a yowl made him jump. It came from Crosshair’s room. Terrified, Hunter ran as fast as he could, only to find Crosshair tensed up at his bedroom door, a wet spot directly in the middle of his shirt. When Hunter peeked inside his brother’s room, he found none other than his sister stradling the open window, water gun aimed toward Crosshair. Her mouth was set into a viscous smirk at successfully catching her brother off guard. What truly concerned Hunter though, was that she was on the window when he never heard her come back in. 

“Omega!” he exclaimed, “How did you get there?!”

“I climbed the lattice to the roof,” she shrugged. The window would already be unlocked because Crosshair liked to sometimes sit on the roof of the back porch, so it really did make the best way to sneak up on him. 

“You’ll pay for that,” Crosshair spat. 

“I look forward to it,” Omega grinned, “You’ll find your weapon on your bed. See you in the backyard in five.”

With that, she climbed off the wind and ran back over to the lattice. Crosshair snatched the water gun and followed her out the window. Hunter watched for a moment before shutting the window, silently telling himself to warn Tech and Wrecker away from the backyard.

Hope y'all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it!!! Super excited for this summer!!!

Water painted by Ivan Aivazovsky (1817 - 1900)

Ohh! Is this going to be a cadet story?

WIP Wednesday

Phew, I'm getting somewhere with this one, finally!

The landing angle of the shuttle is just a bit too steep, and the nose scrapes the tarmac. Tech corrects it at the last moment, but the shuttle still skids, its rear hits the hangar wall with a deafening bang. Hunter is jostled harder than he expected and yelps as he hits his elbow at the edge of the control panel. The shuttle stops, finally.

There is a moment of shocked silence. Wrecker is the first to jump up. It is a miracle that the ramp manual release lever does not break under his panicked push, and Wrecker storms out.

“I'm never flying with you piloting! Ever again, you, karking di’kut!” They hear from the outside of the ship.

“At least you're going to have someone, who knows—”

Tech is brutally interrupted by Crosshair, who swoops down on him, full of fury and hard-set intention to strangle his brother.

“Now you get the crash-landing protocol right,” Hunter mostly shares the sentiment as he rubs his hurt elbow. “Strap in first. Kill the pilot later.”