10.

                                    

                                          
The Black Hole was deserted – a stark difference to what it had been last night. That was Saedii's first warning that whoever this Rex figure was, he was someone who commanded some kind of respect. 
The next warning was that Cid met them at the door. 
"You sure took your time," she said unpleasantly, watching the Clones as they filtered in through the door. Her shrewd eyes landed on Saedii in the back, being escorted by Echo. "What's she doing here?"
"My sentiments exactly," Crosshair muttered. 
"It would be inadvisable to leave the Jedi unsupervised upon the Marauder. Jedi education involves extensive flight training. She would undoubtedly be able to pilot our vessel," Tech explained. 
"I meant why haven't you gotten rid of her yet?"
"We're still weighing our options." Hunter's eyes were on the inside of the bar. "Where is he?"
"Inside. He wouldn't leave until I called you."
Waiting at the bar, a cloaked figured was turned in their direction. Watching. 
Saedii followed the clones inside. 
Once they had all shuffled in and the door was closed behind them, the figure reached up to drop his hood. Saedii was surprised to see another Clone – this one with blonde hair like Omega's, cut into a military style buzz-cut. He was still wearing his armor, covered by a thread-bare cloak, and the insignia on his shoulder identified him as a Commander.
Saedii stiffened at the sight of him, ready to bolt. But his expression was entirely calm as he observed the lot of them. Not a hint of anger or aggression, even as he observed her.
"Rex!" Wrecker bounded forward, scooping the Clone into a bone crushing hug as he spun him around. 
As Saedii's side, Omega frowned. "I thought you guys didn't like the regs."
"This one we like!"
"Barely," Crosshair added.
Wrecker placed the Clone, Rex, back on the ground. Hunter stepped forward, shaking his hand. "It's good to see you."
"You, too. I'm glad to see your squad is still intact." Rex's eyes drifted back, going over each member of the Bad Batch until he landed on Saedii and Omega standing behind them. "With some new additions, it seems."
Hunter gestured to Omega. "Rex, this is Omega. She's a Clone. Like us."
Rex's eyes widened. "A Clone?"
"Hello." Omega gave a nervous wave. 
"Uh, hello, there." Rex exchanged a bewildered look with Hunter before kneeling down to get a closer look. "How are you, Omega?"
Omega squinted at him. "You're first generation, aren't you."
"Well, yes. How can you tell?"
"The lines on your face."
A quick smile flashed across his serious features. "Perceptive, aren't you."
His attention turned to Saedii next, noting the stiff way she held herself. The tense set to her shoulders. "And you are?"
"A complication," Crosshair said.
"A prisoner," Saedii insisted.
"A Jedi," Hunter corrected, rubbing his head. "She knows about Omega. We're still trying to decide what to do with her."
At the confused pinch of Rex's brows, Echo explained, "Omega is wanted by the Empire. We can't risk information on her getting out."
"Wanted? For what?" Rex asked, surprised.