I wrote some horror/mystery/Idk what to call it

Omega is 19 in this!

Because I didn't want to kill a child in my story.

I mean- what?

Tw: Needles, violence.

"Are you sure we should be exploring an abandoned cruiser?" Omega asked Hunter.

"Tech wanted us to explore it to see if anyone was still there," Hunter shrugged. 

"But what if it's dangerous?" Omega worriedly asked.

"It's fine Omega," he assured her. "We'll bring our blasters with us. You don't have to come with us if you don't want to. We need to check if there's anyone there who needs help."

"No!" Omega blurted out. "I want to come!"

Echo ruffled her hair. "Come on then, you can help me with the gear."

She helped him get the gear ready for the mission, while Hunter mulled over what she had said.

There's no way this was actually dangerous, right?

Hunter sighed and looked up at the hanger Tech was steering them into. Crosshair leaned on the seat, watching over his shoulder. Wrecker chuckled to himself as he flicked the power switch over and over again on an explosive off to the side.

"Proceed with caution," Tech warned. "An abandoned Republic Cruiser could be dangerous."

"Really?" Omega worriedly looked up at Crosshair, who rolled his eyes at Tech.

"It's fine," Crosshair assured Omega, glaring at Tech.

They stepped onto the ship, and Tech started scanning for signs of life. He frowned and tapped his datapad.

"What is it?" Echo asked.

"Most likely nothing," Tech avoided the question.

"Just tell us," Hunter ordered.

"My scanners are picking up several life forms," Tech told them.

"Where are they? We should rescue them," Hunter said.

"That's why it's strange. I cannot pinpoint exactly where they are. It keeps switching their locations," Tech pushed his goggles up his face. "We might need to split up to find them."

Wrecker scratched at his neck. "Huh."

"We shouldn't trust it to tell us if there's any survivors then," Hunter sighed. "Alright, split up and search for anyone who might be here."

"Wait," Omega stopped them. "What's that smell?"

"I don't smell anything," Echo sniffed the air. "But that might just because I've had to do the laundry for years, and my nose is ruined."

"It smells... sour," Omega wrinkled her nose.

"I don't smell anything either," Crosshair shook his head. "It's probably just your imagination."

"No, no," Omega insisted. "I'm sure I smell something."

Tech lifted his datapad into the air. "The air quality is perfectly fine. It is most likely nothing. Nothing at all."

"Move out then," Hunter ordered.

They all split up, going down different corridors.

Wrecker held a light-stick up as he journeyed through the dark hallways, the dust stirring up around his feet.

He figured the cruiser had been abandoned for a while, hence the grime on the walls.

A flickering light appeared ahead, peeking out at him from behind a crate.

He carefully walked towards it.

He flipped the crate over, revealing a light-stick laying on the ground.

"What is it doin' here?" He mumbled to himself.

And he was grabbed from behind, hands wrapping around his neck. The grip tightened, and he rises his strength to rip them off him.

He turned around to see who had attacked him, but no one was there.

Then he felt a prick on his neck, and he turned around to see his attacked standing there with a now empty injection.

"Why? I don't understand." Wrecker told them, before falling to his knees, then falling to the floor.

His attacker only watched him carefully, as Wrecker began to spasm, before falling unconscious.

They smiled, an eerie grin that stretched from ear to ear, filled with malicious intent.

Then they silently ran down the corridors, slipping their helmet back on.

Hunter placed a hand to the floor, running a finger through the dust on the ground.

He stood up and continued down the hallway, listening for any sounds that might signal someone that needed help.

He was so caught up in listening, that he didn't notice the tripwire in front of him.

So he tripped over it, falling to his hands and knees.

A pair of white boots came to a stop in front on him.

Hunter lifted his head, and his wide eyes met those of his assailant's. They lunged at him, and his agonized screams echoed throughout the ship.

Until they were silenced.

Echo made his way through the hallway. It was a long corridor, with no doors.

He finally reached the end, after what seemed like forever.

To his surprise, someone was waiting for him at the end of the hallway 

They toyed with their pistols before slowly looking up at him. He gave them a questioning look.

"Hello Echo," they said, putting their pistols away. "I found something that I wished to show you."

They stepped closer and showed him a needle.

"I don't understand. What is it?" Echo asked.

They stabbed the side of his neck with it, and pushed the liquid in.

He fell to the ground, twitching wildly before going his eyes slid shut.

Crosshair pulled a toothpick from his belt and placed it between his teeth.

He strode down the corridors, not thinking that they'd find anyone on a cruiser that had been abandoned for as long as it looked like it had been.

Crosshair sighed, flicking the toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

A pack resting against the wall drew his attention. He flicked the antenna that was at its top.

Then the owner of the pack stabbed the side of his neck.

Crosshair fell to the ground and stared up at the person who attacked him, as everything faded.

"I- I don't understand," Crosshair choked out.

"Neither do I," they said and cocked their head at him. "Why aren't you spasming like the others?"

Then everything went dark.

The smell had disappeared when they had split up, and Omega was still unsure of what she had smelt.

She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair, a nervous habit she had picked up from Hunter.

She returned to the ship, having searched everywhere in her assigned area.

A tapping sound drew her attention, so she went in its direction, keeping her blaster at the ready.

She reached the source and was surprised to see someone sitting on a crate next to the ship, tapping his leg as he was deep in thought.

"Tech?" Omega frowned. "I thought you went in the other direction.

"Ah, Omega," Tech looked up. "There you are."

He stood up, his white boots making their way to her as he walked in her direction.

"What are you doing here?" Omega asked.

Tech didn't answer, and toyed with the pistols at his waist.

"I thought you went in the other direction. Why did you come over here?" Omega asked, watching Tech put his helmet on the floor.

"I wanted to show you something," Tech said, and pulled something from his pack.

He handed her a needle to examine.

"What is this?" Omega questioned.

"Good question," Tech said. "This is a serum."

"What does it do?" Omega turned it over in her hand.

Tech ignored her question. "I've known about this cruiser for a long time. Whenever we had a break or a day off, I came here. I memorized every turn and twist of the hallways."

"Huh?" Omega tilted her head at him.

Tech took the needle back from her hand, and stared at it.

"What does it do?" Omega asked again.

"It goes directly to the brain. Then, it attacks the part of the brain that holds memories," Tech explained with a glint in his eyes. "The subject's memories are then erased."

"Why would people want that to happen?" Omega asked, horrified.

"People don't want it to happen," Tech corrected. "Whoever made the serum wanted it to happen."

"I don't understand," Omega admitted. "Who would want to do something like this?"

"Me."

"Wait..." Omega paled. "Where are the others? They were supposed to be back by now."

"They're sitting in a closet, with no memories," Tech said.

Omega slowly backed away from him. "Tech, what did you do?"

"Don't you see Omega?" Tech spread his arms out. "I can fix everything!"

"Fix what?" Omega demanded. "You caused the problem by erasing their memories!"

"Think of all the nightmares they have from fighting. Think of all the clones who have anxiety attacks from the horrors they've seen in battle!" Tech smiled widely. "I can fix all that! I saved our brothers from terrible lives! We can start over!"

"This is insane!" Omega cried out. "Tech, you murdered our brothers! They won't be themselves anymore! Their memories are what made them them!"

"It's okay Omega," Tech assured her. "Your childhood trauma is speaking now. Let me fix you."

"No!" Omega scrambled away from him. "I won't let you!"

He sighed. "Omega, come here."

Omega frantically shook her head. She ran for one of the exits out of the hanger.

Tech calmly tapped his datapad, which was attached to the cruiser's system.

All the doors shut.

"Omega, let me fix you," Tech pleaded. "You can have a new life without nightmares waking you up every night!"

"Tech, please!" Omega begged. "You don't have to do this!"

He slowly approached her, holding the needle up. "Yes, I do have to do this. This is what's best for you."

He grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. She punched him, but his grip didn't falter. 

He pushed the needle filled with sour scented liquid into her neck.

She screamed as her body spasmed out of control, before her gaze softened and her eyes crossed.

"Isn't that better, Omega?" Tech lowered her limp body to the ground. 

She babbled something, making him frown.

"Oh, that's right. I have to teach you basic again," Tech said to her. "No matter. I'll do what I have to to make you happy."

And he smiled at her, as she stared blankly at him.

"Everything will be fixed," Tech promised her, thinking of his own nightmares that kept him up, night after night. 

But everything was better now, maybe not for him, but for his brothers and sister.

What did you think?

It's different from what I normally write, but I kinda liked it.