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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 5 months

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I saw your call for soft prompts for the Batch bois! If you're up to it, I'd like to humbly submit:

"Thank you for getting me through this" and/or "I'm here for you. Today, tomorrow and every day after."

with Echo? I'm just so soft for that man, and he deserves all the softness.

Thank you so much for the request, lovely! I really enjoyed writing this - goodness, Echo deserves the entire galaxy 🥰

Hope it's okay! <3

Chasing Away the Nightmares

Although Echo is integrating into life with the Bad Batch, and is getting used to his new body, sometimes the nightmares come back to haunt him. Thankfully, you’re there to help him through them.

Pairing: Echo x f!reader (platonic, but squint and you could see it as the start of something romantic).

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Echo still has nightmares about the Citadel and Skako, a little whump, panic attack (Echo), lots of reassurance and comfort, softness, sharing a bunk.

The hum of hyperspace reverberated around the Marauder, the blue glow filling the cockpit as you chucked another card down onto the growing pile on top of Gonky, shifting to get more comfortable in Wrecker’s lap.

With only four seats in the cockpit, you’d had to pick a lap to perch on while you, Wrecker, Tech, Hunter, and Crosshair indulged in a few card games. It was one of the many ways you wound down together as a squad after a stressful mission.

Echo had excused himself, stifling a yawn as he retreated to the bunks shortly after you boarded the ship. Part of you had wanted to insist he join in, to continue building on the relationships you were all forming with him, but you knew he was still adapting to life with you and the boys.

He’d made so much progress already, rolling with the unconventional methods you all used and the chaos of life outside of a standard legion, but sometimes you could see the strain on his face. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through and everything he’d already been through. As the liaison between the Batch and Command, you’d asked for any help available for Echo but had frustratingly come up empty-handed.

“Kriff,” Wrecker muttered as he drew a fresh card, scowling at his hand. Although perched on his lap, you kept your gaze averted, not wanting to cheat. He tossed one of his other cards onto the pile.

As Hunter reached out to snag a card, he paused, head tilting towards the closed cockpit doors. It was an unspoken rule onboard that the cockpit doors were shut when it was occupied during hyperspace travel, giving those resting some peace.

“Again?” You asked quietly, brows furrowing as you tilted your head towards the doors, eyes darting towards Hunter.

He gave a slight nod, letting out a weary sigh. Echo had been battling nightmares for a while now, and Hunter’s keen senses had alerted him to each one. Every time he tried to approach the ARC Trooper, to encourage him to open up and share his troubles, his concerns were brushed aside.

“I got it. Keep playing.” You insist, sliding from Wrecker’s lap and tucking your cards into your pants pocket. You weren’t sure if Echo would open up to you, but it was worth a shot.

Moving across the cockpit, you slipped into the rest of the ship. It was much darker away from the hyperspace lights, and it took your eyes a second to adjust. Heading towards the bunks, you spotted Echo on a bottom one, lost in sleep though it appeared far from restful. He’d pulled the flimsy blanket up around him, hiding beneath it.

Gently, you touched his shoulder, attempting to wake him without startling him. “Echo.” You whispered concern in your voice.

Echo startled as his eyes opened, heart hammering in his chest at your unexpected presence. “W-What?”

You could see the tension in his features, the remnants of whatever haunted his dreams. “Nightmare again?” You asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bunk. Echo hesitated, then nodded, not meeting your gaze. You decided to give him space, shifting further down the bunk. “You don’t have to go through it alone, you know. We’re a team, Echo.”

He sighed, finally looking at you with a smidge of uncertainty. Opening up wasn’t easy for him. “I appreciate it, but I can handle it.” He replied, though his eyes told a different story.

“You don’t always have to be the soldier, Echo. We’re more than just a squad; we’re a family.” You reassured him. “I might not be one of your brothers, but if you ever want to talk, I’m here.”

Echo hesitated, his gaze softening as he studied your face. The weight of his struggles lifted a little, if only for a moment. “Thanks.” He said quietly, a hint of gratitude in his voice. “It’s just...hard to get used to. Being alive and all that. Not…trapped in my mind anymore.”

You nodded understandingly. “We all have our battles, Echo. The difference is you don’t have to fight them alone.” Leaning back against the bunk, you let the ship's quiet envelop you both for a moment.

After a pause, Echo spoke again, his voice softer. “I never expected this. I still don’t feel like I fit in, but I guess none of you do either.” He gave a wry smile.

A soft chuckle escaped you. “Sometimes it’s more fun to be the odd ones out. You’re one of us now. We’ve got your back.” Not wanting to overstay your welcome and risk making things awkward, you stood, reaching down to gently squeeze his shoulder. He was still getting used to his new body and still recoiled at times from touch, but the grateful smile he shot you as your hand met his shoulder told you it was welcomed.

Touched by your words, Echo reached up to place his hand over yours, giving it a small squeeze. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Anytime. And if those nightmares ever get too much, don’t hesitate to come to me.” You reassure him, letting go of his shoulder as he nods.

Heading back to the cockpit, the door slid shut behind you, leaving Echo in the dimly lit bunks with a newfound warmth in his chest.

A few hours later, Echo’s breathing quickened as he was pulled from the depths of his dreams again, the weight of his nightmares clinging to him like a suffocating cloak. His eyes shot open, wide and panicked, scanning the dimly lit bunk area. The hum of the ship’s engines and the occasional creaks and groans seemed to amplify, closing in on him.

He sat up abruptly, the tangled sheets slipping from his body as cold sweat coated his skin. The memories of the nightmares still lingered, haunting him. His hand trembled, reaching up to press against his forehead, attempting to ground himself in the present.

Echo’s gaze darted around the room; the shadows seemed to twist and dance, distorting reality. The bunk felt confining, the walls closing in on him. The air in his lungs felt thin, and each breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Attempting to escape the suffocating grip of panic, Echo swung his legs over the side of the bunk, metal feet hitting the durasteel floor. The ship’s low lighting cast eerie shadows, and the rhythmic thud of his own heartbeat pulsed in his ears.

The memories of the war, the experiments, the pain—all of it rushed back, overwhelming him. The line between past and present blurred, and the present moment felt like an illusion. Echo’s chest tightened, his breaths becoming shallower. He tried to shake off the intrusive thoughts, but they clung to him like a relentless swarm. The world around him seemed to spin, the walls closing in further, trapping him in a claustrophobic nightmare.

The sound of your reassuring and caring voice resonated in his mind. Forcing himself to his feet, he took unsteady steps through the ship.

You were losing another round of cards when Hunter’s head snapped towards the cockpit door again. In a flash, you were up and off Crosshair’s lap – having migrated into the sniper's lap to give Wrecker a break – and were slipping out of the doors.

The sight that greeted you broke your heart. Sweet Echo, clutching at one of the jump seats, body trembling, desperately gasping for air. Instinct drove you forward, moving to support his weight and guide him into one of the seats. You’d dealt with plenty of panic attacks during your time with the boys – Hunter when his senses overwhelmed him, once when a flashbang had temporarily robbed Crosshair of his vision, and again with Wrecker after the accident that had left him scarred. You’d had a few yourself with the stunts your boys pulled.

Seeing you helped, and as Echo sat in one of the seats, he fought to regain control. Each breath was a struggle, but he found the longer he held your gaze the easier the vice around his chest became.

You crouched in front of him placing a steadying hand on his knee, not caring a jot that your palm met metal instead of flesh. “Hey, Echo. Keep your eyes on me.” You urged gently, your voice a soothing balm amid his turmoil. “Focus on your breathing. In and out, okay? You’re safe here.”

Echo’s eyes, still wide with panic, stayed locked on yours, and he clung to the lifeline you were offering. With each measured breath, the tension in his shoulders began to ease. The rhythmic hum of the ship became a grounding force, a reminder that he was here, in the present, surrounded by those who cared for him.

“Good, Echo. Just like that.” You encouraged, the reassuring smile you wore offering a comforting warmth. The panic began to recede, and Echo’s breathing gradually steadied. The haunted look in his eyes softened, replaced by a mix of vulnerability and gratitude.

“Thanks.” He whispered, voice hoarse from the strain. “I... I don’t know what happened. It just... everything got overwhelming.”

“It’s okay, Echo. Panic attacks happen.” You reassured him, squeezing his knee even though he wouldn’t feel it, and the metal didn’t yield beneath your hand. “Sometimes our minds play tricks on us, especially after everything you’ve been through.”

He nodded, still catching his breath. “I thought I was past this. I thought I could handle it.”

“Healing is a process. It isn’t linear.” You reminded him. “And you’re not expected to have it all figured out.”

Echo let out a shaky sigh, finally allowing himself to relax into the seat. The residue of panic began to lift, and embarrassment coloured his cheeks. “I appreciate it. I’m sorry for causing a scene.”

“No need to apologize. I’m glad you were coming to get me.” You assure him.

Echo nodded, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The camaraderie of the squad was sinking in, slowly but surely. He wasn’t alone anymore; he wasn’t trapped in that stasis chamber lost in his mind.

“Come on.” You said, standing up. “Let’s grab a few more hours of rest.” You offered your hand to help him stand, deciding to stay with him for the remainder of the journey back to Kamino. The boys could continue their game in the cockpit without you.

Echo hesitates for a moment, then accepts your hand. Fingers interlocked with yours, you lead him back to the bunks. The ship’s hum seemed quieter now, more of a lullaby than a disorienting noise.

As you reach the bunks, Echo pauses, glancing at the bottom bed where he’d tried to find solace in sleep. “I don’t want to go back to the nightmares.” He admits, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

You nod, understanding his reluctance. “You don’t have to. How about you bunk with me for the rest of the trip? We can keep each other company. It might help.”

Echo hesitates. On one hand he knows your presence will significantly help him – and what man wouldn’t want to share a bunk with a pretty woman? – but on the other… “I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” He murmurs, lifting his scomp and glancing down at his legs. “I’m not exactly the most…comfortable anymore.”

You squeeze his hand reassuringly, giving him a knowing smile. “Echo, you won’t hurt me. I’m not as delicate as I might look.”

A small smirk tugs at Echo’s lips as he glances at you, appreciating the humour in your words. “Okay. I’ll take you up on that offer.”

With a gentle tug, you lead him to your bunk, the dim lighting creating a cosy atmosphere. The two of you settle in, finding a comfortable position. As Echo lies down, you scoot beside him, propping yourself up on one elbow.

“Thank you for getting me through this,” Echo says sincerely, his eyes meeting yours.

You hold his gaze, pleased he'd found a modicum of comfort with you. “I’m here for you. Today, tomorrow, and every day after.”

Gratitude and acceptance reflect in his eyes, and in the peacefulness of the bunk, you curl together. As sleep gradually claims you both, the nightmares seem to fade, replaced by the warmth of each other’s company.

#Soarings Ask Box #the bad batch x reader #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you #tbb echo #arc trooper echo x reader #echo x reader #echo the bad batch #the bad batch echo #arc trooper echo #CT-1409 #whump #fluff #softness

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zarilia · 4 months

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I keep working on The Bad Batch stuff and Echo's in the spotlight today. The boys and Omega are just so fun to play together 🥹🥹🥹. I highly recommend getting Parenthood GP to get the most of it 🤗

Echo Hair (new hairline) + cybernetic implants (EA palette in case your Echo would like to change his hair colour) DOWNLOAD category: short hair, based on Snowy Escape buzzcut but base game compatible

Cybernetic headset with glowing lights! DOWNLOAD category: hats, base game compatible Headset looks good with short hair, will not clip any hair (like hats do)

As always bunch of ingame screenshots:

The Beach Batch vibes inspired by @amorfista's Dads at the Beach artworks.

The Bad Batch sims (with slight modifications) come from ArthurKirky.

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #bad batch sims #the bad batch #star wars clone wars #sims 4 star wars #star wars sims 4 #star wars tbb #tbb echo #CT-1409 #domino squad #sims 4 parenthood #sims 4 hair #sims 4 hat #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #clone force 99

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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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The Magician

CT-1409 Corporal Echo:

The Magician represents willpower, the manifestation of one’s thoughts and desires.

I picked Echo for the magician almost immediately after reading through each card’s meaning, especially after TBB season 2. Echo is the epitome of willpower after what he’s been through ❤️

Taglist: @sleepingsun501 @sexy-rex

Major Arcana Masterlist

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars fanart #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #ct-1409 #the bad batch #every time i look at this art i want to cry

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matookahitaki · 9 months

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#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #tbb #echo tbb #echo #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #clone force 99 #swtcw echo #ct 1409 #CT-1409 #CT-21-0408 #star wars #pin-up

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 month

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Where the fuck is Echo?

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb echo #echo #arc trooper echo #echo the bad batch #echo bad batch #echo tbb #the bad batch echo #bad batch echo #ct-1409 #clone trooper echo #sw tbb #why has he just vanished from the show about the squad that he is part of?

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mooonjin · 2 years

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The Past Behind Him

Notes: after rewatching season seven of the clone wars, echo being rescused from skako gave me this idea TT

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Summary: Echo wasn't fond of the idea of a medic being assigned to Clone Force 99. Sooner or later, your past's are dug up during a not so nice situation.

Warnings/Tags: one or two insults, minor yelling (if you squint), mentions of blood/injuries, one(?) use of Y/N, mentions of tending to wounds — tell me if I've missed anything!

Part Two >

"Separatist?" Echo snapped, his fist landing on the transmission pad, shutting of the holo-profile. It certainly gave Tech a quite a fright. As soon as 'Separatist' left Tech's mouth, it was an immediate no. There was no way Clone Force 99 will be assigned an ex-separatist. How could've any of the Batchers completely disregard that?

Echo's past was rarely spoken about. They all heard he supposedly died at the Citadel in an attempt to rescue General Piell and Admiral Tarkin. Although it he was announced deceased on the battlefield, it turns out he wasn't. He was turned into a machine, a device, another pawn for the Separatist.

"Technically a former separatist. It appears she's no longer—"

"—I don't care whether she was or wasn't." Echo interrupted, having no care in what his brother had to say. Tech's mouth immediately shut tight, not wanting to rile up the ARC trooper who clearly had a problem with it.

The two clones were about to have a full on argument if Hunter didn't dismiss them to their own bunks. Tech rolled his eyes at how misunderstanding Echo could be.

Faint noises of Kamino waters gurgled outside their quarters. Admittedly, it was nice having some peace time on this planet. Usually, they would've been called up to Nala Se or to the training facility.

The productive silence was broken when a knock came from the door and shortly after, it opened up. Two clones in red coloured armor stood tall at attention. The Batcher's left their cots to stand in a uniform line at attention as well.

"At ease." The commander said with his modulated voice. The two troopers then left the entrance, leaving the clones inside more confused than ever.

You then came into view, replacing the guards' positions as you held a clipboard to your chest, your white Kamino-themed outfit reflecting the bright lights that certainly gained the squads attention.

"Hello," you waved at them, their eyes squinting like their lives depended on it, "Are you uh..." you quickly flipped a page against your clipboard to double-check who you were speaking to, "Clone Force 99?"

You assumed the one that did all the speaking was the individual wearing a bandana. He was fairly tall compared to you but slightly shorter than his brothers. Nonetheless, his eyes were judge-y. He scanned your figure silently.

"I'll take that as a no," your hand hovered over the door panel before he spoke up.

"Yes, this is Clone Force 99," you were relieved you didn't walk into the wrong barrack then, "and who are you?" Hunter backed away from you to give you some space noticing how your shoulders tensed up at his voice.

You tucked your red pen in your breast pocket before straightening out your uniform, "The medic personnel for your unit." you smiled, holding out your hand to shake his.

Hunter grinned slightly, looking back at his brothers who were sort of trying to welcome you. He shook your hand and you could swear it felt heavier than the shipment containers on Coruscant. His grip was firm and his shake almost made you stumble.

"Welcome then, the names Hunter," he turned around to the others who have dispatched to their bunks once again.

"That's Wrecker," he pointed at the big guy on the couch who was snuggled up with a plush toy.

"Crosshair," he gestured to the tall, white haired clone with a crosshair tattoo on his right eye. You presumed that's because of his name.

"Tech," his hand lay flat, palm to the ceiling like he was presenting the one with yellow goggles in front of a series of mechanical items. He seemed intelligent.

"And Echo," the only one who didn't make eye contact with you.

A small smile grew on your lips as you observed their barracks. It was... messy but it seemed cozy to them. It also kind of stunk, but you brushed it off considering the smell would be the least of your concern.

You pulled out a small, red comm link, and a transmission disk. You handed them both to Hunter who's eyebrows furrowed at the... gift?

"If you need any assistance, the comm link is to call me over if you're not in your barracks," you pushed a button, showing Hunter how it worked. Hunter gazed at you as he caught the sight of how you triggered the comm link; similar to how a seppie would, "and the transmission disk is for any display of injuries or further concern that needs me to look at anything you're not sure how to describe."

"Thanks—"

"—Oh! And this is my quarter number, but I'll mostly be in the medbay." you flipped open his wrist panel, tapping in some directions if they ever needed you.

And with that, you left their barracks hoping that summarised what your job was and how they could cooperate. Echo had the most disgusted look on his face.

"You saw it too?" Hunter asked Echo, already knowing how your ex-separatist actions slipped into your job.

"Of course I saw it." Echo grumbled.

You had been tending some of the 212th and the 501st in the medbay after a mission on Ryloth. Many stories were told when you sat down with a few of the troopers such as being attacked by gutkurrs, punching battledroids (because that was smart) and rescueing a few Twi'leks.

Waxer and Boil mentioned about saving a little girl which you thought was pretty adorable.

"Ooh, you might wanna be careful there, trooper," you chuckled as Waxer hissed, trying to sit up, “That wound isn't completely healed so for the mean time, you gotta rest up,” you gently patted his armoured shoulder piece and he sent you a kind smile.

Just as you were about to tend to the next unit, you received a beep coming from your breast pocket. It was the transmission disk assigned to Clone Force 99, "AZI, cover me for a while. Got a transmission incoming," you waved the disk at AZI before leaving the medbay area to go to your office.

You shut the door behind you and plugged the disk into the holo-table, the blue light of the transmission lighting up the room.

Hunter was kneeling down with Echo resting against his chest who looked like he passed out. His shoulder piece was slashed to bits as it clung onto him. Did it even look like a shoulder piece?

"Y/N, so glad you could chime in, Echo's sustained a massive hit from one of the walkers on Raxus. We don't really know what's happened but he's not waking up." Hunter's voice was low, but the tone of worry was prominent.

"We are currently entering Kamino's atmosphere,” you heard the modulated voice of Tech in the background.

You nodded at the Sergeant, your eyes scanning Echo's limp figure, "Bring him to medbay 02, I'll be waiting."

Hunter ended the transmission and the room faded back to black. This is the first transmission you've received from the clones using the disk. Most of the medical contacting they've done was through your comm channel.

Swiftly, you unplugged the disk from the table and shoved it down your pocket as you headed for the door. You were lucky Kamino invested in primarily sliding doors otherwise if you pushed it open, a loud bang would have been heard down the medbay halls. Professionally, you walked with quite some speed towards the other end of the medical wing to medbay 02 where you'll meet the boys.

As you reached the bay doors, you hastily grabbed your keycard to open them. Considering it wouldn't be a problem for the Batcher's to get in, you shut it behind you. There were two vacant rolling beds with plenty of machinery around it. A pre-made tray for injuries and examination sat next to one of them. It was filled with all kinds of tools and medication so you excluded the ones that were unnecessary for Echo's perusal.

You rolled the medical trolley to one of the beds. With your foot, you flicked the wheel locks so it would stay stationary. Since the other bed had wheels too, you gently pushed it back so it made more room for you to move around the space.

The medbay's sliding doors swooshed open, revealing the five Batcher's. One of Echo's arms were slung around Tech as Hunter cared for his other, Crosshair and Wrecker standing behind them for moral support for their brother.

Your eyes went wide at the state of the clone. He was beyond the stage of weak so you swooped under him, taking Hunter's place to assist his path to the medical bed.

"Tech, help me get his armour pieces off, please," Tech responded with a small nod, getting to work on Echo's kama and leg pieces. You heard the clang of his holsters as Tech set them down on the trolley.

You were surprised that he knew his way around the medical area. Gently, you clicked off his chest piece and set it beside his leg armour. Out of your periphal, you could see a very worried Wrecker, a hand of his snaking to the back of his neck to scratch it nervously.

"He'll be alright, Wrecker," you clicked off the last pieces of his armour and you silently thanked Tech, "I think it's best if I dismiss you all while I stay and examine Echo."

"With all due respect, sir, it’d be best for you to let us stay here and keep an eye on him," his hand came out in an objecting manner, "Just in case something goes wrong. We're his brothers after all."

You sent Hunter a simpering smile as you made your way around the bed to sit on a rolling stool, "With all do respect, Sergeant, it does seem we're in a medical atmosphere and I do outrank you in this... occupation." Hunter glanced at Tech who merely shrugged at him.

"Very well."

You gently lifted Echo's arm so it was elevated, "If it does make you feel better, you can wait outside as I do this?"

"Yes please!" you heard the big guy speak. The four troopers began to leave the room and your attention was brought back to Echo who was slowly waking up from his unconscious state.

There was a nasty slash on his left shoulder as you carefully rolled up his blacks so it only exposed his human arm. You hadn't realised until now that he had a mechanical arm; a scomp for a hand. You couldn't help but scan his body with your curious eyes. The whole half of his torso was practically machinery. Half-droid, half-human. You had also realised that his cybernetic headpiece made his head rest funny against the pillows.

You tucked a pillow under his neck in hopes it made him somewhat more comfortable, "Thanks," a low voice spoke below you. You almost yelped as you got used to the silence of tending to the clone below you.

"Oh good, you're awake," you chuckled as you went back to cater for his injury? "This is quite the emergency, huh?"

You fully expected a chuckle to come from the clone but it was just silence. His eyes peered down at you like a hawk hunting for its prey. It's almost as if you could feel his stare. You ran a bacta pad around the perimeter of his cut to clean the crusted blood. In return, Echo hissed at the sudden temperature change on his arm. Obviously when he sustained the injury, it felt like Mustafar was coming out of his shoulder.

"Sorry, trooper." you reassured him, placing a clean pad against his arm to wipe of the excess bacta.

"ARC trooper." he finally spoke after what felt like years. It was snappy but it got the message across.

You coughed, trying your best to clear the awkwardness, "Sorry, ARC trooper." you said more in his tone.

You put down the messy bacta pads in the bin after you cleaned the dirty skin around his cut. It looked like it needed to be stitched together and then submerged in more bacta. You reached over for some tools so you could begin the stitching at the top of his shoulder first.

As you looked over at the clone to tell him in a silent way you were going to stitch, his eyes were judging. He was staring.

Again.

"Echo? Y'here? I said I was going to begin your stitching?"

"You're part of the CIS."

You were slightly dumbfounded at the sudden topic, "What?"

"You're a separatist."

You chuckled at his stubborness. Was this a trait most clones have?

"Ex-separatist." you clarified, your voice more stern to gain dominance over the ARCT.

You sprayed the cuts' surface with numbing spray before you began stitching it. It was silent once again but Echo's mind was churning.

He still couldn't believe his team allowed you to be assigned to them. Especially a couple of months after his traumatic experience in becoming a pawn for the separatist knowing his brother's lost battles because of him.

"Still a separatist." it rolled of his tongue quietly.

"Well, at least I was smart enough to leave the CIS and join the Republic." you made your way inch by inch down his cut with skilled stitching. Echo hissed at some of your movements causing you to stop briefly before continuing.

"Took you long enough," he complained. "You could've been killing some of my brothers and for what? Feel of victory?"

You sighed, slowly growing irritated at the clone's words, "I never stepped foot on the battlefield. I worked on Admiral Trench's ship and improving droid programming," a thundering grumble escaped Echo's throat at the sound of Trench's name coming out of your mouth like it was nothing. You noticed how is human fist clenched, tensing up his arm that was still fresh with stitches.

"I advise you not to clench your hand like that, I'm still working on a raw cut here and I can't have you moving." you gritted your teeth, trying to stay as professional as possible.

"You sound like him too." he hissed, referring to Admiral Trench.

You shook your head at his response as you progressed lower and lower down his arm with the stitching. Yet the trooper was still going on about you.

"I really think you should be happy that I joined the GAR and left the CIS," your breath fanned against his non-injured skin. Admittedly, he was glad you're in the Republic now but couldn't help that you worked for the seppies for who knows how long. "I joined them because they were willing to help when the Republic wouldn't."

"Yeah? CIS went out of their way to take innocnet lives captive for territory and authority. Does that solve your issues?" Echo said, agitated.

"Your society surrounding the GAR was corrupt and selfish—"

"You sound a lot like the seppies I used to battle."

"Your past shouldn't be determining the future."

"Don't mention anything about my past, separatist scum." it was too quick to process. He sat up, his face inches away from yours that was filled with more than anger; teeth gritting and eyes squinting at you. You glanced everywhere besides him, his gaze was dominating and dark, making you feel inferior even in his injured condition.

The bay doors swooshed open. Hunter was astonished to find his brother getting all up in your face when you were helping him heal, "Echo!" he barked, clanking footsteps making their way over to you two.

"It's okay, Sergeant," you put your hand against Echo's healthy shoulder to push him back down on the bed. "It was just a triggered reaction." you sighed, looking back at Echo. Luckily, the stitching was complete so all you had to do was wrap him in infused bacta bandages.

Hunter was breathing heavily, "Yeah..." Echo murmured. Hunter nodded at you before making his way out of the medbay. He was more than sure to have a stern chat with Echo later.

As you went to sit back down in your rolling stool, you faced away from Echo. Solely because you didn't want to make him angry even more that'll lead him to be even more injured. You opened a drawer to fish out some infused bacta bandages to wrap the cut in.

Surprisingly, Echo's eyes softened. Your posture seemed weaker, your back arching instead of up straight like most doctors did. He felt bad for snapping at you and getting up in your face but cowardly, he didn't say anything.

What he thought he said was right so why did he have to say something? Instead he kept quiet as you finally turned to him just to avoid eye contact and get his bandages over and done with.

It was a simply roll, wrap, and knot for a shoulder.

"Done." you were a lot quieter now, thinking any more words that left your mouth would trigger something worse from him. You pressed a red button on the side of the bed to let the Batchers know that his brother was ready to move but needed to rest more.

The doors slid open as the four clones walked in. Echo glanced at you one more time before pushing himself to stand. He wobbled a bit, alerting Tech to support him under his right arm. Hunter was happy that Echo seemed better than he was straight out of the battlefield. He went to go thank you, but you raised a hand in front your chest to stop him, flashing him a reassuring smile before walking out of the room.

All the clones watched as you hurriedly exited the room, their eyes eventually turning to Echo.

Hunter spoke up.

"What did you say to her?"

Post-Notes: now that i look back, the ending does sound like a pull to a part two... i wasn't planning on making one but if you guys do really want one, let me know! i hope you enjoyed :p

#echo the bad batch #star wars #ct-1409 #arc trooper echo #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #echo x reader #clone trooper x reader #mooonjin #first fic!! :D

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paperback-rascal · 2 years

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Somewhere in TBB season 1, Omega is missing TRUE Clone Force 99 experience.

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

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bojangos · 1 year

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new boot goofin’

featuring: boots au Echo and Fives, some sick tunes, and the absolutely ridiculous pair of boots they bought

#the boots saga continues. what if i give obi wan riding boots LMAO #star wars #the clone wars #ct-1409 #ct-5555 #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #boots au #star wars au #star wars modern au #modern au #eyayah #rayshe'a #<-- those are their actual Mando'a names in the au if you are curious #the CD on the letter jacket stands for Concord Dawn #and the tshirt says 'concordia physical therapy'#NOW ALL THATS LEFT IS TO DRAW GREGOR.... and the brothers will be complete

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Our Own Choices

Chapter 9

"So how'd you know I was on that gunship? I was specifically extra stealthy that time," I ask Rex as we jump off the vehicle that Crosshair was driving as we arrive back at the base. I put on my helmet.

"You've done it 19 times, kid. I know when you've clipped yourself to the outside of the gunship just by the sound of it," Rex replies, not bothering to look at me. He's not even bothering to scold me for coming here without his permission. I think he's just tired of me, he does have a job to do as a captain as well.

But why should I listen to him anymore? Even though he's technically my superior in the GAR, I don't need him anymore. I'm biologically 20, I can handle myself. But clearly he doesn't think so, considering how he usually doesn't let me on missions anyways. He says the reason that he grounded me was because he didn't want me getting myself killed out in the battlefield because of my impulsiveness.

"But there was no sound-" I protest as the bad batch walk past me, and I stare at them as they walk to their ship.

They're really cool. They don't fit in here, just like me.

Rex nudges me in the side, I take it as a sign to go to the ship as well. Rex says he talked to General Skywalker and he says that he'll have to wait for the council to approve of the mission to Skako Minor to get Echo. I'm surprised that he lets me come along on this mission. I guess he knows that there's no stopping me when it comes to saving my brothers.

As I head into the ship, I receive looks from the batch.

"What?" I ask.

Tech looks back to his datapad, Wrecker goes to lift the gonk droid in the back of the ship, Hunter just sits there staring at me, and Crosshair is checking his rifle. I take off my helmet and lean against a wall, staring at Wrecker and the poor gonk droid, and then to toothpick boi.

Gotta admit, their armor is really cool. Crosshair's got that belt thingy with a bunch of places to store ammo, almost like my own. And then he's got that bar thingy on his left shoulder armor, probably for his rifle or something. Hunter has a random bandana for the dog shit on his head, with a small skull on it. Wrecker's helmet would scare the absolute shit outta me if I saw that first thing in the morning. Tech's helmet is cool, at least it hides his receding hairline. Whatever. At least now I'm not the only one with dark-colored armor.

Anyways, Rex and General Skywalker board the ship soon enough and we set off for Skako Minor. Tech's flying the ship, while General Skywalker checks out Crosshair's rifle and Wrecker's still lifting poor Gonky.

"So, how many missions has your team been on, Sergeant?" General Skywalker asks Shithair as he passes Crosshair's rifle back to him.

"Honestly sir, I've lost count. All the action sorta blurs together," Hunter replies, and that felt like a big "skill issue lmao" smack in the face.

"I know you work with Cody sometimes, but who do you guys report to?" Rex asks.

"Hm, good question," Hunter says, crossing his arms. "Can't say I've got an answer."

And then I'm reminded of that "good question" Shrek meme that I saw on the holonet a few days before I came to Anaxes, and I try to keep a straight face.

Wrecker, who's still lifting Gonky, chews on a big ass chicken drumstick which I think was kept in the ship's storage area for days. Then, the ship suddenly shakes.

"We are approaching Skako Minor," Tech reports. "It looks to be a difficult landing."

So we strap in and Wrecker gently sets Gonky down, before going to the co-pilot's seat with Tech. The ship shakes a bit until we land on the ground, and we stand up and head towards Tech and Wrecker.

"Rex, what do we know about this place?" General Skywalker asks, Rex standing next to him. Toothpick boi and I stand behind them as I play with my knife, because I'm just kinda bored and need something to do with my hands.

"On this part of Skako, there's a race of locals, the Poletecs. All we know is they're very primitive," Rex replies.

"Primitive is being kind," Tech says. "My intel says the Poletecs worship flying reptiles."

Suddenly, one of those flying reptile thingies land on the front window of the ship, cracking it slightly. I look out, sheathing my knife into my wrist compartment.

"Oh! What the heck was that?" Wrecker looks out the same time as I do. "It's one of those reptiles," Tech says.

"I want that thing off my ship," Hunter says, sounding really annoyed, before moving to get off the ship.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't just run out there," Rex tries to warn them but we all run out anyways because which one of us even follows orders?

We see the Poletec and a flying reptile thing jumping on the ship. General Skywalker ignites his lightsaber and Wrecker points his blaster at it, and I'm tempted to do the same.

"Hey! Get off of there!" Wrecker shouts.

"Hey, calm down. We needa talk to them," General Skywalker says.

"Why?" Hunter asks.

"The General's right," Rex says, and then I hear some more flying reptiles in the distance, and I spin around to look at them, blaster and sword drawn. General Skywalker pushes Rex out of the way so that Rex doesn't get clawed to death by the reptiles. We all point our blasters towards them, unsure of whether to shoot or not.

Suddenly, the flying reptile and the Poletec on the ship swoop down and grab General Skywalker. He's caught off guard, dropping his lightsaber, and I throw my knife at the reptile before it can get too far away. It hits the reptile in the chest, but not deep enough to be a lethal shot, although I can hear it screeching as it flies away. Rex fires his pistol at the reptile but none of the shots hit.

"I have a thermal reading," Tech says. "Point two five east, elevation 175." His visor is lowered.

"Relax. I'll handle this," Crosshair says, before attaching a grappling hook to his rifle and using Tech's shoulder as support (we'll never get to see this again this is so sad), shooting it at the reptile. It hits and Hunter attaches the cable to himself.

"What are you doing?" Rex asks.

"Going for a ride." And then Hunter's lifted off his feet, flying into the air.

I just stare at Crosshair, eyes widened. Holy shit that was fucking cool. Bro really has to be so pro at sniping.

And then I think of my own sniping skills which are slightly decent at best and suddenly I'm filled with a slight jealousy of his skills. Like bro he gets to be badass and do all those fucking trick shots and I'm stuck here throwing knives.

Shut up.

"Tech, I'm with the General. Hone in on my signal," I hear Hunter say through the comms. Tech and the rest of us head back to the ship and do so, before heading to Hunter's location. We land on a ridge near what looks like the Poletec village and run down to Hunter, who's near the edge, looking across at the village.

"That creature still has a hold of the General," Hunter says.

Rex zooms in on the village, and I do the same, seeing the General getting pinned under one of those reptiles' claws. "We're going in, but remember what the General said. No casualties, disarm only," Rex says.

"We're on it, Captain," Hunter says. "Wrecker, Crosshair, rockslide."

The rest of us slide down the ridge to the village as Wrecker and Crosshair push a really big rock down the ridge, and we run behind it as it knocks down some tall but not-so-advanced structures, using the dust as cover.

We shoot at the weapons that the Poletecs are holding, disarming them. I throw a few knives at their weapons, they all hit their target and disarm them.

We run to the place where General Skywalker is, and I see some electrified thing hit the claw that's holding General Skywalker, probably shot by Crosshair, and the reptile jumps back, letting General Skywalker dodge the rock that's rolling towards him. We all point our blasters at the Poletecs in case they try to do anything.

The Poletec that Hunter's pointing his blaster at speaks some alien language, and Hunter asks Tech to translate what he's saying.

Tech steps forward, presses a few buttons on that control panel on his wrist, and moves his visor down above his eyes. "He says he does not want our war on his planet. That is why he took our leader."

The rest of us still point our blasters at the Poletecs.

Can we just hold them at gun/knifepoint and just get them to give us whatever info we want?

"We didn't bring the war here. It was Wat Tambor and the Separatists," General Skywalker says.

Tech translates what General Skywalker said into the alien language, something that both Crosshair and I find kinda funny as I'm tryna hold in my laughter as we all lower our blasters. Definitely gotta roast Tech for that.

"Tell him we apologize for what's happened," Rex says. "But tell him the enemy is holding one of our men prisoner in Purkoll. As soon as we rescue him, we'll leave his planet for good."

Tech translates what Rex said into the alien language again, and I try my best to keep a straight face. This is just too funny.

As Tech and the Poletecs talk some more and agree about sending scouts and stuff to help find the city, I run to the reptile that I threw my knife into and rip it out. It's wedged kinda deep in there, and when I pull it out, it's covered in red blood, dripping onto the floor. The reptile screeches and tries to attack me, but I shoot it with a stun blaster a few times and it's knocked out. The other Poletecs move to attack me, but then Rex and Tech help to calm them all down.

"Woah woah woah, calm down, she's just tryna get her weapons, no need to panic," Rex says, and Tech helps translate it. The other Poletecs calm down when what I think is their leader nods at them.

I pull my other knives out from the weapons that I threw them at and head back to the others.

"Nice going," Crosshair knocks his shoulder into mine as we set off with the other scouts, the sarcasm in his voice is obvious. I cross my arms as I follow behind him. "Thanks."

We follow the scouts quite a bit of distance and find ourselves on a really high cliff. The Poletec scouts point at what looks like Purkoll in the distance before walking down the direction we just came up in.

"Hope nobody's scared of heights," General Skywalker says. I try not to let it show, although sometimes heights get on my nerves.

Hunter and Crosshair look at Wrecker.

"Well I'm not scared of nothing. I just...When I'm up real high, I got a problem with gravity," Wrecker says.

"That's being scared of heights, Wrecker. You're real smart," I roll my eyes under my helmet, standing next to Rex.

"Speaking of problems," Tech, who's standing behind Wrecker, speaks up. "I am no longer picking up Echo's signal."

"I...I don't understand," Rex says. "You said it was coming from this city." He points towards Purkoll.

"I can only speculate, but it is possible there's a latency issue with the frequency caused by all these atmospheric disturbances."

"Or, maybe they sent the signal to lure us into a trap," Hunter suggests. "And maybe your friend's actually dead." He folds his arms. "Well, I can't be the only one thinking of that."

"Every mission could be a trap," Rex and I say at the same time, and I glare at him, falling silent. "This one is no different," Rex continues. "I'm telling you that signal is being sent by Echo himself! He's alive!" I nudge Rex in the side. "Be realistic, Captain. There's not really a high chance that that's gonna happen."

"I think you're letting your personal feelings get in the way because you left him for dead at the Citadel," Crosshair says, and I clench my fist around one of my knives, which is sheathed in my belt right now. That eagerness to punch him in the face out of pure anger, it's strong, but I resist it. Not really the logical thing to do right now.

"I had no choice, you hear me?!" Rex, unlike me, isn't doing much of a good job hiding his anger.

"Oh, I don't blame you. I would've left him for dead too. Besides, he's just another reg."

I'm breathing heavily under my helmet, one hand gripped on the hilt of my knife, the other with my nails digging so hard into my skin, even though my glove, it leaves marks. Even though Crosshair is directing his words towards Rex, it's having an effect on me as well.

And then Rex punches Crosshair in the face/helmet, knocking him to the ground.

"Yoooo Rex, just chill!" I try to get him to calm down, but he's not stopping. I pull out my pistol and point it to Crosshair's head as Wrecker picks Rex up by the back of his armor. "I called first dibs."

"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone not your size?" Wrecker throws Rex to the ground, who almost instantly gets up, walking up real close to Wrecker. "You'll be a whole lot smaller when I'm through with you."

My pistol is still pointed to Crosshair's head, my finger resting on the trigger, my other hand drawing my knife and pressing it under his helmet and to his neck, I'm breathing heavily, all sense of logic gone, it's the same feeling when Fox killed Fives. And it's strong.

"That's enough!" General Skywalker puts a hand on Rex and Wrecker's shoulders, pushing them away from each other before Wrecker beats Rex to clone mush, and then he pushes me and Crosshair apart before I can get any more blood on my knife.

"Sergeant, take your men and scout the area for a tower entrance. I want to talk to my troopers alone," General Skywalker orders, sounding slightly fierce.

Rex and I stay behind as the batch walk away. Toothpick bitch glances back at us for a moment, before looking away.

"Rex, Aris, I hate to say it, but...you have to prepare yourself for the possibility that Echo is dead, and this is all a Separatist trick," General Skywalker puts a hand on our shoulders.

"Sir, I have watched so many of my brothers fall during this war, and I try not to hang on to any one of them," Rex says, taking off his helmet. "But that changed when I heard that Separatist transmission. It was no algorithm. That was Echo's voice. I know it."

"And if there's any chance that Echo, my brother, is still out there, alive, we have to take it," I add on, taking off my helmet as well.

"I hope you're right," General Skywalker says. "But if, for some reason, you're wrong..."

"Then I'll deal with it," Rex and I say at the same time.

And I've learned to deal with it on my own. No "Dad" to comfort me or help me. That's what I did with Fives. And if I have to do it again with Echo, I will.

All I'll need to do is constantly wipe the blood off my knives, and make sure no one sees the wounds on my arms.

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