#ocxtech

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"How?" My voice is nothing more than a low snarl. 

Omega flinches at the noise, her cheeks still tearstained. 

Instinctively she curls into Wreckers side, who is sitting right next to her and he wraps his big arm protectively around his little sister. 

I didn't want to scare Omega, never. I loved that girl like she was my own but in this moment I saw blood red. 

No Tech. 

"He fell…" was the only thing that left Hunter's lips when they returned to Cid's after Eridau.

All of them battered and bruised, eyes red from the tears shed and empty, only pain left in them. 

Echo put his hand on my shoulder, lingering for a moment, squeezing it gently to convey our shared pain. 

None of them dared look me in the eyes as they walked past me, headed to the back of Cid's parlor. 

Hunter, wrecker, Echo… Omega following slowly, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks. 

"How?" I repeated my question directed at the others. 

The knot in my stomach tightened, choking me, nausea creeping up my chest. 

For a moment that seemed endless I just stood there. My fists clenched at the sides of my trembling body. 

I had given them an hour after they arrived but I couldn't wait for answers anymore. 

The anger and sadness sitting in my chest so thickly that I couldn't breathe. 

"Everything went wrong when we ran into Saw Gerrera and his rebels.", Hunter finally sighed. 

"They had planted bombs all over the compound… Tech…" he swallowed hard at the name of his lost brother. 

"He… we tried to convince them that it was stupid to blow up the summit. It would accomplish nothing! But he didn't listen." 

Hunter gritted his teeth, almost hissing his spite filled words. 

"The explosion caused the rail line to short-circuit and…." Echo chimed in, his voice trailing off immediately, not wanting to say it out loud. 

Omega's silent sobs grew louder as she gripped onto Wrecker tightly, his thumb drawing circles on her back to try and calm her despite the big Clone being on the verge of tears himself. Omega always came first. 

"He will pay for this." I slammed my hand on the table so hard it should hurt but I couldn't feel anything besides the anger boiling over inside me. 

I needed the anger. I had to lean into it otherwise I would be left with the pain… and I couldn't take that. I wasn't ready to feel that yet. 

So I gave into the raging hate and stormed out of Cid's towards the Marauder. 

With every molecule inside my body I focused on him. 

Saw Gerrera. 

"Show me where that bastard is hiding." I hissed through clenched teeth, digging deep into my connection with the force. 

Usually I let it guide me like a gentle breeze, a lover's hand gingerly holding mine, leading the way. 

But not now. 

This Time I seized it, grabbing hold of the elusive feeling, molding it to my will. 

I could feel the burning of the dark side creeping into my heart but I didn't care. 

I didn't care about anything anymore. 

My Tech was gone. 

He was gone and I knew whose fault that was.

That extremist Bastard would pay for taking my Tech from me. 

Images flashed before my closed eyes. 

A planet. 

A city. 

A building. 

Gererra. 

"Gotcha!" 

I powered up the ship and without looking back I took off into the dark void of space, sight blood red. 

I never saw my squad exiting Cid's, looking for me, never heard Echo quietly steadying Hunter, who was immediately making plans on how they could track and find me. 

"Maybe it's best we give them some space right now, Sarge." 

Never saw the hurt in Omega's eyes, wondering if I'd left them for good. 

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Oblivious to the worries of my squad, I had only one incentive on my mind. 

Finding and killing Saw gerrera. 

Letting the force guide my way, I activated the hyperdrive and jumped to lightspeed. 

My Robe billowed in the wind when I ripped the metal door out of its hinges. 

My face an ugly grimace of fury and madness, my double blade saber lit in my hands. 

"Where is Gerrera?" I growl, dragging one of the guards towards me at his neck. 

Choking on his own breath he couldn't even answer me if he wanted to. But that didn't matter to me, I simply invaded his mind and took the answers I wanted. 

Hurling him into the wall, I made my way into the building. The second guard followed his buddy into the wall with a snap of my wrist. 

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There weren't many people in this outpost and the three rebels I encountered on my way I flung across the hallway so hard they lost consciousness. 

I didn't want to kill anyone… 

Except gerrera. He would definitely die today. 

Slowly and painfully. 

There he was now. Sitting behind a big desk, looking up at the armed and cloaked intruder in confusion. 

I was going to make him suffer, make him feel every ounce of pain he caused me. 

I stuck out my free hand, locking onto Gerrera's throat with a force grip, raising him slowly out of his chair and slamming him into the wall behind his desk. 

The confusion on his face shifted into fear in a split second. 

My lightsaber pointed towards the man, I took slow steps around the desk in his direction. 

He tried to speak, probably wanting to ask who I was,  what I wanted. 

But I was crushing his respiratory tract, so no words came across his lips. 

The darkness was clinging onto my heart, seeping deeper into my mind, nipping at my sanity as I stood face to face with my victim.

"You took everything from me." I whispered. 

It was not a quiet, shy whisper. My voice cut through the silence like a freshly sharpened knife. 

I wasn't finished with him. 

"And for what?" I spat the word in his face. 

He was clutching his neck, desperately trying to catch his breath. 

I could see his face slowly turning blue and relished in his anguish, but I wasn't going to let him die yet. 

With a thump he fell to the floor as I released my grip on him. Frantically gasping for air, Saw looked up to me, trying to regain just a smidge of power over the situation. 

Placing one of my boots on his chest I bend down to his eye level, crushing any hopes of him reclaiming control. 

"Every last one of them survived. You didn't even accomplish anything with your fucked up little plan! 

You're a fucking failure!" 

I turned my back on him, allowing the panicked man to garner some composure but my focus never left him. I could feel every tiny shift of his presence in the force. He wouldn't be able to escape or overwhelm me, even with my back to him. 

I pressed my Foot down onto his Chest, digging my heel into his stomach. 

With a quick jerk of my leg I kicked him in the teeth, causing him to spit blood and a chipped tooth. 

With a low buzz I turn off my lightsaber, sheathing the handle on my belt. 

I wasn't going to need this just now. 

I wanted to feel his bones crack in my own hands, the warmth of his blood on my skin. 

"I am your end." 

Behind me Saw finally manages to force out some pressed words:

"Who the fuck are you?"

If I could've seen myself right now I would not have recognised me. My eyes were bloodshot, a faint yellow circle forming around my usually dark purple iris, my face a caricature written in wrath and fury. 

Saw spat out another mouthful of blood and scoffed. 

"It wasn't my fault the plan went south! If those stupid clones…." 

His words got stuck in his throat as I whipped around putting my half lit lightsaber to his chest, the brimming blade almost singeing the fabric of his shirt. 

Panicked, he snapped his head back at the sudden threat. 

"Don't you dare!" I snarled. 

"Don't you dare put this on them!"

Moving just a little bit closer with my saber I leave a simmering mark on his chest. 

His face warped with pain, Gerrera sharply breathed in through gritted teeth. 

Pulling the blade back I take a swing with my free hand, my fist colliding with his jaw with a satisfying crack. I grab his jaw hard, digging my nails into his cheeks. 

The fear growing in his eyes as I forced him to meet my own crazed stare painted a cold smile onto my lips. 

Slowly I dragged his body up the wall by his chin until we were eye to eye again.

"How does it feel, knowing you will die?" 

"How does it feel knowing you failed, Saw?" My voice was icy and calculated. 

Before he could even attempt to answer, my knee shot up into his unprotected crotch, a pained groan leaving his gaping mouth. 

With a low growl I hurled him across the room.  As he crashed into the opposite wall I lept after him, grabbing the collar of his shirt to prop him up against the wall. I started throwing my fists at him frantically, landing blow after blow, blood sputtering out of his Mouth. A tingling in my stomach grew into a deranged laugh as I kept hitting every inch of his face and torso, watching him slowly lose consciousness. 

"Cyare" 

I grabbed a fist full of his dreadlocks, slamming his bloodstained head into the wall. 

"Cyare what are you doing?" 

"Tech" 

The soft voice in my head forces me to pause, Saw's mangled body collapsing onto the floor as soon as I loosened my grip on his hair. 

It feels as if a thick red fog was lifted from my mind and for a moment I could see clearly again. 

"What are you doing?" He asked again, his voice saturated with worry. 

Weak Visions of my beloved Clone passing before my eyes, I stumbled back falling against the desk in the middle of the small room. 

No, you're gone.  

Hazily I looked down at my shaking hands. My vision was slightly blurred but I could see the blood on them clearly enough. 

How could I hear him? 

He couldn't be a force ghost, Tech wasn't force sensitive. 

Clutching my Hair with my hands I could slowly feel my sanity slipping. 

I was losing my mind and I hallucinated his voice in the process. 

"I told you I was your end." 

The quiet rustling of Gerrera's body shifting in the corner of the room pulls me back and the red fog crept back into my mind, the dark side pulling my strings as I light my saber, slowly stepping over to him. 

I position myself above him, looking down on his swollen and bruised face. 

Enough play. 

I scoffed imperiously at his desperate and useless attempt to shield himself by weakly lifting his arms up. 

My blade had already pierced his chest, forcing a choked gasp from his busted lips. 

Staring down into his face I watched the light slowly leave his eyes, his gaze trailing off from where we had stared at each other.

As Saw Gererra, famous Rebel Leader, took his last breath, the darkness seized my heart entirely. It dug its roots deep into my soul, polluting every last inch of my body. 

"Are you there?" 

I deactivated my lightsaber, resheathing it onto my belt again. 

Taking a step back my gaze lingered on the dead body. 

Staring at the mangled form of the Man that stole my love from me I tried to figure out what feeling was twisting my stomach. 

It wasn't relief but neither was it regret. 

It felt as if someone wrapped my intestines all around my other organs and twisted a knot around it. 

But for some elusive reason it felt… almost empowering? 

In a sick, perverted way. 

I wasn't consumed by my rage anymore, instead I felt dangerously calm. 

We. 

I stood in front of the Marauder, staring up the ramp. Seeing the ship stirred something deep down, trying to break through the thick layer of darkness that had engulfed my heart.

It was the closest thing we had to a home. 

"They took Omega. Hemlock has Omega. Please come back…. We need you." 

I had almost forgotten about my squad. 

How could I have forgotten them so quickly? 

Furrowing my brows I tried to find the love I knew I had for all of them inside me. 

There was nothing, nothing but festering darkness. 

In my mind I knew it though. I knew I loved them, but I couldn't feel it anymore. 

Not like before. 

It wasn't a warm, safe feeling anymore, instead it filled me with a devouring fear. 

Fear of losing any more of my loved ones. 

"General… please." 

Hunter's raspy voice emitted from my half forgotten vambrace for a second time and I dragged my eyes down to my wrist, staring at it not really able to grasp what was happening. 

First Crosshair, then…

Tech… 

I choked, but no tears built up in my eyes. 

There was no sadness, only blistering rage.

And now Omega, too?

The forlorn tone of my sargents voice finally pulled me back into reality. 

"I'm here." 

My voice was shaking, still a few octaves deeper than it usually was, laced with an almost sinister tone. 

"Please repeat." 

Cid did what?

"Oh, it's so good to hear your voice!" Hunter sighed relieved on the other end of the comm. 

"Hemlock took Omega, Cid sold us out… we need you on Ord mantell, now!" 

A familiar burning hot rage started bubbling in my throat once again. 

What's one more murder. 

Or two. 

A grin that could only be described as evil flashed over my face as I imagined gutting that treacherous lizard Bitch. 

And when I'm done with her I will find Hemlock. 

I will find him, rip his lungs out and feed him his own eyes. 

"I'm on my way." 

I would get Crosshair and Omega back and I'd kill anyone who dared stand in my way. 

I would never let anything happen to my family again.