#“he stowed away on a ship”

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

You know what, Sun is inner city/the "bad" part of town kid coded and now that I said that I have words for the people that keep refusing to be normal about him.

[starcurtain]

Sometimes I think about the fact that we have absolutely no information on how long Aventurine actually spent in slavery.

He fled from the Avgin massacre as a young child, and we didn't see him again until he was a grown adult. I doubt he could have survived entirely on his own at that age and Sigonia's conditions seem too harsh for people to randomly adopt orphans, especially from a rival/outcast clan...

We do know that the master we see on screen was not his only master, because he was purchased from someone else, but we have no idea how many masters he had total before his final one, how many times he could have fled and been recaptured, how many times he was bought and sold...

We do know that Aventurine appears to have been kept on Sigonia or somewhere similarly tribal for those missing years, since his first request to the IPC is for Jade to take him to her "chief," but we don't even know how long Aventurine has been out of slavery. He doesn't look massively different in age from his "trial" with Jade to how he looks in-game now, and he did not rise through the IPC ranks over time like Topaz but won his role directly through his gamble with Jade and then later proving himself on Iymanika.

Basically, all this is leading to a big question: Is it possible that the Aventurine we know is only barely out of slavery? That there may be something like five years or fewer separating him from the wastelands of Sigonia? That he learned all these new behaviors, all this new information about how to operate as a free person in the universe, in what likely amounts to 2-3 years of Jade's guidance and his own hard work?

Man, what an incredible character. Really a standout among my very favorites.

[chrisrin]

GEMSTUCK DOODLES!

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

By the way I am on both sides at the end of CA: Civil War.

I can understand Tony in the moment losing his mind over the winter soldier having killed his parents.

But like, I also think it’s insane that he thought his “friendship” with Steve is even remotely close to the same level as his with Bucky.

And also Bucky was innocent so…

[ashmcgivern]

I am the keeper I am the secret I am the answer I am The End ~Dark Matter

Ikamo is terrorizing @mernolan 's crew by being SUS and they're super taking it well

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Monday: Jak and Daxter

Meddling Mar au: In Which Jak's younger self had no intention of staying in the past

The Rift Rider disappeared through the gate, and already Jak felt a sense of loss. There was, he decided, something darkly ironic about the kid turning out to be his own former self. It meant that he really was the only person who unconditionally cared about him. Kind of pathetic sounding when he thought about it that way.

"I should've warned him about Errol," Jak realized after a moment, heart twisting in his chest. "I didn't warn him about Errol!"

"Errol?" Keira looked confused.

"You couldn't, Jak," Samos said sternly. "If he knew and remembered the past, it would jeopardize the future. Everything must play out as fate has designed it."

Something cold wormed through Jak's gut as he turned slowly to face the sage. "You knew what was going to happen to me," he realized, "You were just okay with what they did? You couldn't even try to warn me?!"

Samos leaned on his staff and gave Jak a disapproving look. "I told you "be ready for whatever happens". It's not my fault you never listen to me!"

The dark eco was rising in him, depleted and exhausted though it was. Jak struggled to keep his voice level, and even so it came out as a low growl.

"You let me get into that craft knowing Errol was going to kidnap me off the street and experiment on me for two years. You sent that innocent little kid back in time knowing he's gonna suffer the same thing."

He drew away from his old mentor in disgust. "What makes you different from Kor?"

"Now that's going too far!" Samos gasped.

Behind him, Keira stood frozen. Numbly, she whispered, "Errol did that to you?"

Daxter grimaced. "You never noticed how that pea-brained peacock talked to Jak?"

"Precursors..." Keira dropped to crouch on the ground, holding her head in her hands. "Jak, I-"

Whatever she had been about to say was cut off suddenly by the glow of the Rift Gate intensifying. All at once, something shot out of the portal and over their heads, landing with a spectacular crash. They all whirled to find what appeared to be the Fisherman's boat from Sandover, with some extra bits welded on. It was all thoroughly smashed now, but Jak could have sworn he saw a Time Map affixed to the prow.

"Ah-ha, oof, that smarts!" a voice groaned from the wreckage.

Jak blinked. "Uncle Erasmus?!" He sputtered.

"Eh? Whozzat, who said that?" Parts clattered and a skinny arm appeared. "Pah! So much dust! I say, Mar m'lad, do you see my monocle down there?"

It was the Explorer! But what in the name of all the Precursors was he doing here?

Jak waded through the rubble and began tossing debris aside. His adoptive uncle's dusty face appeared only a moment later, looking older than he remembered.

"Who? Who? What?" The man squinted at Jak for a moment, then let out a jovial laugh. "Bless my soul! Jak! You made it after all!"

Erasmus the Explorer hauled himself up to slap Jak heartily on the back. "Poor form, y'know, leaving your poor old uncle without a word like that -- and not telling me about the tyke, wot! Look at you, lad! Barely grown at all in five years? What sort of rubbish have you been eating?!

"What the...five- five years?" Jak stammered, "It's only been two!"

Erasmus jumped like he'd been electrocuted. "Sink me!" He exclaimed, "Elocution? Verbosity? Sink me, things have changed!"

The older man turned to call towards the rattling still coming from the wrecked boat. "See here, you young rip? Keep practicing and you'll get to it eventually like your brother, eh?"

His what.

Out from under what used to be a bench seat popped a head of tousled green curls. Before Jak had time to properly feel relief, a scrawny child no older than eight or nine hauled himself from the wood and metal, brushing off his arms in annoyance.

"Yeah yeah, Uncle E. Or maybe you keep up practicing and you'll learn to say more than "I want food", huh?" The child signed quickly and fluidly, but with more than a little sass in his gestures.

"What the-?!" Daxter tightened his grip on Jak’s shoulder to keep from falling off. "Jak! It's- It's-!"

"It's the Kid!" Jak whispered.

His younger self looked up upon hearing Daxter's voice. An instant of confusion crossed his face, followed by recognition. Then his eyes narrowed.

In an instant, he'd shot across the space between them to land a vicious kick to Jak’s shin. Jak yelped and grabbed the boy's arm.

"What was that for?!"

"That's for sending me away with Grandpa Green!" The little boy retorted before winding up for another kick. "You're the worst brother ever!"

"Hey!" Offended on Jak’s behalf, Daxter leaped down to land on the boy’s head. "Show some respect, Junior! We busted our tails to find somewhere without any Krimzon Guards or metalheads!"

"Metalheads?" Erasmus interrupted, "Oh! Those creatures that have been trying to eat Sandover? Hm. The name's a bit on the nose, isn't it?"

Keira blanched. "What do you mean "trying to eat Sandover?!"

Samos hurried forward. "That's impossible! The metalheads didn't enter Sandover until the day we left!"

The younger version of Jak eyed Samos suspiciously. "Yeah, and you dropped us off the same day, genius."

Samos blinked and turned to Jak. "What did he say?" he demanded.

"Uh..." Jak stared down at the boy. "Did you set the Time Map coordinates to the last used jump, or the one before that?"

The green sage paled. "Did that shrub pick the wrong coordinates?" he gasped, "That puts everything in danger! The past- the future!"

Daxter groaned. "Oh don't tell me we gotta do more time travel to fix this! If I gotta defeat the Acherons again, so help me-!"

The smaller Jak -- the one the Explorer had called "Mar" -- pried Daxter off his head and set him down gently.

"Those dark sages? Uncle E told me how you guys beat them up to free the Lurkers."

The Explorer surveyed the cavern around them as the Rift Gate shut down and collapsed. He leaned on his walking stick and nodded several times in satisfaction.

"Never been to this place," he mused, more to himself than to the others. "At last! Places in the world I haven't been!"

Erasmus hobbled over to Jak and squeezed his arm affectionately. "Awfully glad I found you, young chap! Look after that rascally brother of yours, eh? I'm off on a new expedition!"

"Wait-! You can't-!"

Erasmus wasn't listening. Whistling cheerfully, he dug around the shattered boat and came up with a wicked looking harpoon. He settled it on his shoulder and all but sashayed into the tunnels.

"He's gonna get himself killed!" Daxter squawked, "There's still metalheads in there!"

Little Jak -- Mar? -- scoffed. "He's okay. I told Uncle E and the Warrior how you used to kill those. If you harpoon the gem from a distance, they can't get to you."

Well. Jak supposed that was fair enough. If Uncle Erasmus really had been watching over his younger self for five years, he would've had to have learned how to defend them from metalheads.

Samos began to pace, on the verge of panic. "This isn't what was supposed to happen," he mumbled, "He isn't supposed to- and he knows his name-!"

He turned sharply. "Jak, bring the boy, quickly! We must consult with Onin!"

Jak and Daxter exchanged meaningful looks. "Why? You can't throw him back in again, it's too late for that."

"Time will be thrown out of order! The timeline will fracture!" Samos tugged at his ears in distress. "Jak, you must trust me!"

Jak stiffened. He took a step back, placing himself between the sage and his time twin.

"I did," he said quietly.

No more blind trust. Whatever was going on here, Jak would figure it out without meddling seers and sages. He'd already gone through hell for them once. He wasn't about to let it happen twice.

"Dax, Kid, let's go."

He had no idea what he was doing, what they would do next. But it had to be better than staying in the ruined nest with someone who had for all intents and purposes betrayed him. He would untangle it all later, when they were somewhere safe.

They had time. The worst was over now, right?

[bravingthewaves]

Does anyone want to hear about the One Piece fanfic I started in 2015 but will probably never finish?

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

thank you @cursed-byesexual for giving me the idea of making the 118 pirates in my kinda-doesnt-exist-but-im-thinking-about-it fantasy au.

But now i'm trying to figure out what little pirate nickname Bobby would have, as captain.

[the--highlanders]

I would just like to thank james drummond for dying so conveniently he solves so many problems <3

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

(Gyro, Fenton and Della start to have a few suspicions about their prisoner.)

Plot | Characters | MadFen first meeting/MadFen love confession | Audience with the king | Mads gets kidnapped

There came a squeal from the river, and Gyro pinched the bridge of his beak. “I swear, if we hear one more thing out of him-”

Della dragged a hand down her face. “You’d think he’d gotten used to this by now.” She grumbled. 

The four of them had stopped at one of the last accessible rivers, one that was still inside the kingdom limits and therefore had a self-cleaning enchantment on it. The river ran pure and clear, and was clean enough to drink, no matter what got in it. 

It was the perfect place to clean off the muck from the last two days. While Gyro, Fenton and Della had gotten in right away, peeling off their clothes and sinking into the refreshing water, their prisoner had stood still fully dressed at the bank, eyeing the water nervously. 

When he finally did get in it wasn’t until the others were just getting out, and they came to the grassy part of the bank to dry off while Mads braved the water alone. 

From their spot in the grass, they’d had to put up with his squeals and complaints about how the water was too cold and deep, and that the current was too strong and was going to carry him away to be lost in the river forever. The three mostly ignored him, and eventually he got in. Thankfully he hadn’t put up too much of a fuss about getting undressed. If he had, Gyro probably would’ve made good on his threat to punch him.

“Well, he’s not used to it!” Fenton pointed out, always trying to defend him. “He’s not used to any of this, if he’s been at the castle for such a long time!” 

“Still, in a world like this he has to be able to get clean without making it a huge deal.” Della pointed out. “How is he going to survive anywhere outside the castle if he acts like this?” 

As if to prove her point, there came a screech from behind them. It sounded half terrified, half excited. “There’s a fish!” 

“Just leave it alone, it’s fine!” Della called without looking back. Then she leaned in next to them, her voice dropping lower. “Oh, but did you see his scars?” 

“No,” Gyro said, glancing back at the river. Mads was too far away to make anything out, and his white feathers shone so brilliantly in the sun that Gyro probably still couldn’t have seen anything if he were close enough to. 

“Just as we were getting out I saw them,” Della said, whispering. “There’s a lot.” 

“Where?” Fenton asked, looking concerned. 

“Everywhere,” she told him. “There’s a lot on his back, a big one on his leg, and I didn’t get a good look at his front but it seems there’s quite a few there as well.” 

“From what?” Gyro asked, glancing at the river again. Still nothing. “Could you tell?” 

“The ones on his leg are claw marks,” Della said. “That much is obvious. It looks like it’s from a mermanticore, it’s got signs of its poison. You know, all bubbly and dark and stuff. And from the ones on his back it looks like he’s been severely whipped.”

“What?!” Fenton and Gyro exclaimed, their voices a high whisper. 

“By who, do you think?” Gyro asked. 

“Not the king, surely?” Fenton decided, but it sounded more like a question. 

Della shrugged. “I don’t know. But if he’s survived a mermanticore, then it means there’s more to him than we think.” 

There came another squeak from behind them. “Now there’s two fish!” 

Gyro frowned. “I don’t think so,” he said to Della. “There’s no way there could be more to someone who squeaks like a chick at the sight of fish.” 

“I’m just saying,” Della glanced back at the river. “Mermanticore venom hurts, and especially on a claw-mark that goes halfway up his leg. But that’s just one of his scars, he’s got dozens more. He obviously got them somewhere.” 

“Hm.” Gyro stood, picking up one of the cloths they’d used to dry off and carrying it to the edge of the bank. “Hey, Mads! Are you done?” 

The chicken stood from the water immediately, arms wrapped tightly around himself. “Y-yes,” he said, his teeth already chattering. “I-it’s c-c-cold.” 

Gyro rolled his eyes and tossed him the cloth, which Mads barely caught before it fell in the river. “Use that to dry off, we’re leaving in a few minutes.” 

“T-thanks,” Mads quickly wrapped it around himself, already shaking from the cold as he stepped from the water. 

Gyro glanced down at the other chicken’s right leg, and sure enough there were four claw marks that began at the bottom of his shin, wrapped around his calf, and ended at the back of his knee. The marks were dark and strangely bumpy, even on the bird’s scaly chicken leg. “Where’d you get that?” 

“H-hm?” Mads looked down. “O-oh. Mermanticore.” 

“Where’d you find one of those? How did you survive?” Fenton asked, coming up next to Gyro and tying up his vest. 

“I was t-traveling through one of the trade routes,” Mads said. He didn’t look thrilled to be recounting the story. “One of the overs-seas ones, you know? I was with t-the king and a mermanticore attacked our ship. It n-n-nearly dragged me into the water. Can you believe it! I was the only one on the ship who c-couldn’t swim and it decided to come after m-me!” Mads shook his head at the audacity.

“Mermanticores do have a talent for picking out the weak ones,” Della said, walking over with a bundle of cloth. She threw it at Mads, and he barely caught it, nearly dropping his other cloth in the process. As he bent down to catch it and his cloth slipped, Gyro caught a glimpse of the long scars on his back that certainly did look like whip marks. “Here’s your clothes.” 

“T-thanks,” Mads said, unwrapping the bundle. 

They left as soon as Mads was dressed, ignoring his complaints about how cold he still was and how it would take his hair ages to dry.

But Gyro couldn’t help but glance back at their new prisoner as he fell into step behind them. Was it just Gyro’s imagination, or was he only now noticing the small limp on Mads’ right side? And what about the scars on his back? Where were those from?

Gyro had no idea, but as he watched Mads squawk as he spotted a ladybug on a branch near him, he started to get a sneaking suspicion that there was more to him than he was letting on.

[bergamotmandarin]

[nerdpoe]

Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents. Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.

It works!

He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.

But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.

He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.

Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.

They call the one foster parent they know who does.

Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.

On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.

Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.

Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.

Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.

Danny though. Danny's in trouble.

The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.

He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.

But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!

But he can't!

If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!

The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!

And now there's even more people coming over!

There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!

He wants to do all these cool things with them!

But he fucking can't!

[normaltothemax]

"What are you doing here?"

"I got bored." He definitely shouldn't be there. It's certainly not the place for a six-year-old. But bored and curious are never a good combination when it comes to Lucy. Without Arthur by his side to be his voice of reason, there's nothing stopping him from getting into a boatload of trouble.

@fasciinating (x)

[giantkillerjack]

My graphic novel is just

Big scary stoic warrior rescues some guy from a crimelord

Warrior soon finds out that this apparently average craftsman is, in fact, the craziest motherfucker he has ever met in his life.

[victoriawaterfield]

since martha was on myspace do you think any of the dw characters were on tumblr

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time-lord-victorious

dni list:

jack harkness

ex-time agents

torchwood workers

fixed points in time

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face-of-boe

i could fix him

#don't listen to ANYTHING my team or martha says. #he wants me sooo bad

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victorian-orphan

why can't we all just be happy :( & have a nice time at the beach :(

#vaguepost #PLEASE... i don't Want to deal with the weed #i want to have a nice time with my friends #victoria.txt

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impossible-girl

hey !!! me and me are gonna be in the Area (Earth) for a bit before we head to gallifrey if anyone wants to meet up before the Raven gets me lol !!!!

#lowkey kinda nervous #but hey! #i have a tardis for a bit now #me is ashildr btw ! she changed names

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fairytale-pond

los campesinos! was so real when they said that it won't get any better but that doesn't mean it's gonna get any worse. aughhh

#raggedy man save me. raggedy man. ra — #who said that #**** from school is driving me bonkers #gonna drop out if this keeps up #<- that's a joke rory #amy's troubles

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hyperpop-2000s

wow these robots that tried to kill us are so me coded.

#stowing away in the weird bowl cut mans ship... #wish me luck! #did you guys catch the new edition of the karkus this week btw... #zoe.txt

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space-pilot

if this little trojan girl doesn't stop referring to us as gods and insisting she's dead i'm gonna cry in front of her until she stops

#same thing if this old man doesn't stop INSULTING me for being tired #this is hell. i HATE it here. getting out as soon as possible. #hi-fi save me

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UNIT-tumblr

if i had a nickel for everytime torchwood got stuck in their base i'd have an absolutely insane amount of nickels. everyone point and laugh.

#official UNIT news

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[starqueensthings]

We need to talk about Echo (and by talk I mean screm). S3 E13 + 14 Spoilers!

FRIENDS, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE. I need to talk about Echo for a minute. We need to talk about Echo for a minute,  because he has spent the last two episodes in the absolute thralls of complete and total danger, and I personally don't feel like there's been enough of a celebratory uproar for me to be satisfied with the level of appreciation and love that man deserves. (Remember when Hunter ran face first into a colossal exhaust pipe and we all collectively lost our minds because it was so impressive and so sexy? Remember when Tech drove a speeder really fast through a tunnel and we all fainted? I'M A TECH GIRLY. IT WAS ME! I FAINTED!!) but, Y'ALL, Echo deserves that right now!! And for all eternity!!! Because he is wholly submurged in the harrowing potential of torture and execution, and he didn't even bat an eye to put himself there. My awe of him is all-consuming, so please forgive me if this rant reads as nothing but incoherent screaming. 

Echo haters (first of all, we can't be friends....) come on this journey with me! Let's back pedal to the beginning of the last episode (13). He stole an imperial shuttle. Let me repeat, he stole an imperial shuttle. And not just an attack shuttle. Not just a lil one-pilot transport. Bro somehow stole a Rho-class medical transport, which is very large, obscenely conspicuous, and very easily tracked. And, to use his own words, it was "the best he could do on short notice." The man stole a shuttle on short notice. ON SHORT NOTICE? HELLO, HOW DID HE DO THAT. WHY AIN'T WE LOSING OUR COOL ABOUT IT. 

Next stop on this I-love-Echo journey through my mind: not only did he provide his brothers transportation in the complete void of their own (RIP havoc bb), but he also came equipped with intel and clearance codes, and, as Rampart stated, those things change DAILY. Echo somehow procured top secret imperial clearance codes, and a fkn SHIP, within hours of the Batch requesting his help. Not to mention, the ship had yet to be reported missing (which means it was only-freshly commandeered), and the clearance codes worked. Of course they did. Echo never fails. Never doubt Echo. "Echo's on it."  

Choochoo, next stop! Once they arrived on that station orbiting Coruscant, and made their way to the control room (lookin sexy as heck in his armour-au-noir), he broke imperial encryption, hacked into the Imperial database, almost instantly found them the location of a ship departing for the prison that holds their daughter Tantiss, AND THEN DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE TO CLIMB ABOARD AND STOW AWAY.  

He didn't even remotely have a plan, or have time to make a plan. He didn't know who or what else would be on board that mysterious vessel. He didn't know where it was going other than the name of the fkn mountain (which has proven to be nothing but unhelpful thus far). He just ARC-troopered his way through that crowded hangar, dodging aggressive astromech's and inconsiderate loader droids, shirking from the perspective eyes of highly trained commandos, and snuck his way onto a heavily guarded, extremely unknown science vessel. Then, of course, he wasted no time, hacking into the ships control system (may I gently remind- there were at least three pilots and an officer prepping the ship for jump and closely watching all aspects of its controls), disabling the proximity sensors without being detected, and then seamlessly covered the troopers absence by pretending to be him (which we all know is what should have happened on Serenno but... hindsight is 20/20.)  

So... SO.... now we're at Episode 14. Here we at fkn terrified station because HULLO ECHO IS ALONE ON A SCIENCE DIVISION TRANSPORT; we have literally seen them carry around Zilo beasts in that shit. What the heck else could be on there that they don't know about? Literally anything. Because THEY KNEW NOTHING before attaching themselves to it. Echo knew NOTHING before sneaking onto that thing and creepin' around. Thank heck he didnt come across a fkn fresh wave of slither vines ok?  

NEXT, Echo shoots (not stuns- lol) a sassy fkn droid (they had it coming, not sorry), then another trooper. AND THEN discovered his only option for departing the ship once it enters atmosphere is going completely undercover, because (in true "we improvise everything" CF99 fashion that gives me heart burn just thinking about it), they had zero fkn plan to get off the ship. I will repeat: completely undercover. On Tantiss. COMPLETELY UNDERCOVER ON TANTISS. NO COMMS, NO BACK UP, NO RECON, NO PLAN, BARELY ANY GEAR, and I would just like to stress... no neuro brace. He left his neurobrace on that ship. Left it. LEFT IT AND TOOK A HAND INSTEAD. PLEASE FKN SEDATE ME.  

We can't leave this station yet... This I-love-Echo train needs to linger at this point for a sec because I think it's lost on some people how wild this is. Echo without his neurobrace is huge. It's a bigger deal than Echo without his armour. Armour is, in the grand scheme of things, inconsequential (one can find more- see Howzer). Echo's neurobrace is not armour, it's a computer and it's so so so crucial to how his mind processes information and events. Don't forget, the Technounion HIJACKED HIS BRAIN. They took every memory from him and manipulated it for their gain. Pruned it, tweaked it, blanched it, poached it, turned it into scrambled eggs, and then fkn ate it up and used it to defeat their enemies (Echo's family- I'm sobbing). They implanted him with an unfathomable amount of information; they changed the way the neurons in his brain fire in relation to stimuli. That neurobrace is so so critical for him. Now, we know he can operate well enough without it, we saw it in the last episode of the TBB arc in season 7 of Clone Wars, but... please.... to what extent? We don't know what an extended time without that neurobrace looks like for him... especially when all other aspects compliing his surroundings foreign, unknown, and dangerous, and that scares me.

AND NOW HE'S ABOUT TO RUN AMOK IN TANTISS with Emerie who, (I'm sorry) is wishy-washy as heck (who are you loyal to!!!!! What is your history!!! Are you trustworthy and what are you looking to gain!!!), trying to adopt a collection of Jedi children whove spent maker-knows how long playing space tetris, WHILST ALSO ATTEMPTING TO LOCATE AND ESCAPE WITH HIS BROTHERS UNDER THE EYE OF THE GALAXY'S SECOND MOST DANGEROUS MAN. 

So yes, short of d-d-d-di... can't say it... short of THE WORST CASE, Echo has made the ultimate sacrifice to save not only Omega who is literally the only person we've seen able to make him truly laugh, but all the clone brothers that he's been desperately trying to locate and rescue. His bravery and determination are literally unrivalled, and he did it while feasting on nothing but humble pie because that man wouldn't know arrogance if it danced naked under his perfect nose.  

Okay so welcome, we've finally pulled into I-Love-Echo station. Before departing the ride, please stand and do a hip hip hurray for the miracle that is Echo, including but not limited to, everything he's done, is doing, and is willing to do for other people.