#Imperial echo

[99aceace]

The bad batch, but all inhibitor chips activated. All, but Crosshair's. So now Crosshair is a single dad, on a run from his former family. Rest of the batch tries to hunt down him and Omega.

[meme-force-99]

Sharing a few Imperial! Batch edits because these deserve a life outside our Discord:

[shyranno]

@imperial-strategist is exactly the kind of man you’d wish was on your side.

[pockafwye]

Imperial Commander Echo

Fan art of @imperial-strategist.

I know commanders don't usually have so many code cylinders, but I assume such an important member of Imperial Military Intelligence has higher clearance than is typical for his rank.

[zoeykallus]

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HCs Part 2 Of 5 (Echo)

Warnings: Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Strong Language / Dirty Talk / Angst / Dub-Con / Filthy / Smut /18+

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You belong to the resistance. Unfortunately, you have fallen into the clutches of a special unit of the Empire, Clone Force 99 also known as Bad Batch. The interrogation goes completely differently than you expect, between you and the soldier who is supposed to interrogate you, a strange intense tension arises.

AC: These HCs probably don’t make much sense, and mainly consist of sexual tension and spicy incidents. Summed up; these HCs portray TBB like an upside down universe, they have still some of their very own traits, but they are “evil”, so to speak. Yes, I do have a very dirty mind. It’s never boring in here. Probably the most extensive HCs I have written to date. It’s more like Five spicy One-Shots.

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The man sitting across from you in the interrogation room seems to be made largely of droid parts. Again and again you stare at his scomp-link arm, you can't help it. As he slams his fist down on the table, you flinch and look up, startled, into his amber eyes. You expect to see an angry face, but the man in front of you is completely calm, which makes his gesture before, seem confusing.

"My prosthesis seems to fascinate you," he says calmly, looking at you scrutinizingly.

You remain silent, not really knowing what to say anyway.

The man stands up, walks around the table, and finally stands next to you. You deliberately don't look at him, trying to ignore his presence. He sits down on the edge of the table, right in front of you.

You can't help it, you look up at him.

"There are ways to make you talk," he says quietly.

You remain silent, still, stoic.

Your hands are cuffed behind your back behind the back of the chair. As he leans forward, in your direction, and you automatically pull your arms forward to shield yourself, nothing happens except that a soft clink of the handcuffs is heard.

His scomp-link arm goes between your thighs, the flat part of the scomp resting on the fabric above your pubic. You want to be angry and disgusted, but instead you feel heat moving between your thighs.

He moves the scomp link ever so gently, rubbing it gently over the fabric against your swelling clit. The situation is so surreal that you don't know how to react at all.

"What do you think about my prosthesis now? Still so interesting?"

You can hardly believe it yourself, but you feel yourself nodding and see a cheeky smile in response.

"I had a feeling you'd react that way. All you need is a little attention after my colleagues were so rough with you, isn't it?"

You get wet, you can feel it clearly, your thighs automatically open a little wider.

"Let's see if I can make up for what you've been through in the last few hours".

You are aware the whole thing is a game a feint, he just wants to make you talk, but right now you want nothing more than to be touched by this man. His real hand moves to the fastener of your pants and opens them, his hand slides behind the fabric, finds the waistband of your panties and his fingers move under the fabric.

You hold your breath for a moment. It's very quiet in the room, so quiet that you hear a soft, soft wet sound as his fingers roam through your velvety, damp folds. You expel your breath with a low, husky moan, your thighs quivering ever so slightly.

He withdraws his hand from you again, and you realize that you immediately miss the touch and feel ashamed of it. He takes off your pants and panties, folds them neatly and puts them on the table.

His hand wanders to your pussy again, caresses it, massages your swollen clit and elicits a sigh from you. Automatically, you thrust your hips toward him.

"That's it, good girl. That's a nice feeling, isn't it?"

Again, you nod silently. It feels good, you can't deny that. He lets go of you again to unlock your handcuffs. Carefully, you bring your hands forward and rub your wrists. His scomp link moves between your legs, gently rubbing the flat end over your swollen clit.

He takes one of your hands in his and guides your wrist to his mouth, kissing the sores where the cuffs have chafed your skin. The touch travels through your whole body like a warm pulse.

You had expected just about anything in this interrogation, but certainly not something like this. As if on its own, your free hand moves to his codpiece and loosens it. He lets it happen, even as your hand strokes the bulge in his Blacks' pants.

He lets out a deep, pleasurable growl, pushing his lap towards you. When you look up at him hesitantly, he gives you an encouraging nod.

"Go ahead," he says quietly, releasing your hand.

With both hands, you pull the pants of his blacks down a bit, revealing his plump, hard length. His scomp link continues to rub over your clit as you lean forward a little and your lips gently touch his cock.

He lets out a shaky breath.

"You're a really good girl, aren't you?"

Again you nod, looking up at him from wide eyes as you kiss his cock again, this time just below the tip, just before sliding your tongue over it.

He twitches briefly and smiles, "Yes, that's good, I can see we're going to get along very well."

Your arousal is already dripping onto the chair you're sitting on, the massage from his scomp link making your pussy twitch with pleasure.

"Now open that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart," he coos.

You do as you're told and let him slide his cock between your lips, pressing your tongue flat against its underside, starting to suck on it, bobbing your head back and forth.

His hand is gently on your neck and the scomp link continues to rub over your Venus. You press your abdomen against the prosthetic and suck hungrily on his cock. He moans again and again.

"My good girl, my rebel darling."

Your fingers cling to his firm, muscular thighs. You take him deeper and deeper into you until the tip of his cock bumps into your throat, triggering a slight gag reflex. But you don't let that stop you. The sounds he makes spur you on to keep going until your eyes water. Your thighs close around his scomp-link, begin to tremble, you move your hips with the friction of his prosthesis. Chair and scomp-link are stained with your juices.

Suddenly, he grabs your chin and releases you from his cock, pulling back his scomp link. He pulls you onto your wobbly legs and bends you over the table. Standing behind you, he pushes your legs apart.

"Now, you're going to tell me what I want to know, my good girl".

You moan softly as he presses his tip against your wet pussy from behind.

"Tell me where your shuttle is, and I'll give you an orgasm you won't forget anytime soon," he coos as he bends over you from behind.

The coordinates literally bubble over your lips without you thinking about it.

You can't see the satisfied smile on his face as he says, "That's my rebel darling, well done."

He pushes his hips forward, his cock parting your folds, penetrating you, stretching your wet hole, long, slow and deep, with a deep moan. He keeps his part of the bargain.

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CT-1409 Echo

[superiorsniper]

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[blithe-imperial-underling]

Tales from Imperial Intelligence

"Unexpected Neighbor"

Word count: 775

Preceded by this thread

Warnings: None

"Wait, are you out there now, sir?" Blithe tapped out the message to her commander.

"I am," he responded. "You need to come see this."

Curiosity piqued, Blithe hurried to reply that she was on her way, then headed out the door of the surveillance lab toward the astrobotany lab next door.

Commander Echo gestured for her to come to where he stood, without taking his eyes off of what they had assumed to be a lumpy rock when they had first spotted it the day before. It sat on a deep tray of rust-colored soil, and as the commander's earlier message had said, it had definitely grown.

The "rock", once the size of a jogan fruit, was now nearly as big as Blithe's head. In addition to being bigger, one side of the vaguely ovoid object had become distended, with a visible seam showing signs of straining under pressure from within. 

The commander stepped back to let Blithe in for a closer view, and she opened her mouth to ask him if he had any idea what they were looking at. Before she got the first word out, the pod split open with a violence that ripped it in two and hurled fragments in all directions. A dark vine uncurled in an eyeblink, slapping wetly against the window a hand's breadth from Blithe's face.

Blithe stumbled back in alarm, right into the commander's chest. If he hadn't steadied her with a hand on one arm and his scomp under the other, she might have landed in a heap at his feet. 

Mortified at being so startled by a plant, Blithe twisted to look up and back at him, stammering an apology, her cheeks burning like Tatooine at noon. 

"Sir! I'm so sorry..." she began. But the commander interrupted her with a hint of a smile and dismissive gesture of his scomp. 

"It's alright, Lieutenant." He released his hold on her elbow and inclined his head toward the window. "No seedling is going to make it through that transparisteel."

Echo's aide held back from the window, staring fixedly at the still-twitching thing now adhered to the other side of the pane. The commander continued, "I've seen other plants do something similar. It's biomechanical, not a sign of intelligence." Something about the way the tendrils that spiraled off the vine seemed to be traveling upward in unison as if searching for something made the commander pause. His eyes, like Blithe's, followed them as they quivered in mid-air. He spoke his next words slowly. "It's probably a coincidence we were here when it burst."

As a native of Coruscant, most of Blithe's experience with plants was from visits to the botanical gardens or shrubs in planters. Commander Echo had been to planets she had never heard of and seen things she couldn't begin to imagine, so this explanation was enough to settle most of Blithe's unease. She leaned in close again to examine the vine that had so frightened her. It really was beautiful once she got past the feeling that well-behaved plants shouldn't be quite so animated. 

It was maybe a meter in length, with a thick stalk and deeply lobed leaves in between the twisting tendrils. Those leaves were a deep blue-green, and they shimmered with an iridescence that would look more at home on an insect's wing than any of the vegetation Blithe knew of. The stalk itself was studded with little suckers reminiscent of the toe pads of climbing amphibians Blithe had once seen in a holo documentary. Those suckers appeared to be what was holding the vine so tightly against the window. Could the quivering they saw be the delicate tendrils moving in air currents in the lab, rather than the plant moving them on its own?

Blithe found her voice and said, "Sir, I don't see any labels around it like they have on the other plants. Do you think they know what this is?"

Commander Echo didn't reply immediately. If she had to put a word to it, Blithe would have said he looked mildly concerned, but he could be difficult for her to read at the best of times. 

"Hmm... I assume they do," he finally answered, "since it's just sitting out in the open. But it's in there with them, and the lab is sealed. They go in and out through that air-lock." He pointed toward heavy doors on the far side of the large space. "So, if it's going to be more of a handful than they expect, it will be their handful to deal with." 

"As for us, Blithe, it's time we got back to work."

[imperial-strategist]

Tales from Imperial Intelligence

“A Chaotic Beginning”

(word count: 1000, no warnings apply)

Commander Echo lifted the small pillow from his bed and shook it roughly, releasing a cloud of dust and fine metal filings. The security team Wrecker summoned had been very thorough. Every centimeter of the new lab and adjoining living spaces had been meticulously searched by the burly commander and his security team. Unfortunately, that included the vents directly above the bunks in both quarters, neither of which had apparently been cleaned in quite some time.

Echo sighed as he took in the state of the rest of the room. Dislodged wall panels rested against every surface, the floor had been pulled up, and his desk and chair lay on their sides. It was not at all what he was looking forward to after being on assignment off-world for the last few days. The new bed was going to be hard enough to get used to, but even that wasn’t an option tonight.

The door to his quarters remained open. There was little point in closing it. His room was merely an extension of the same mess his newly refurbished lab and new aide’s quarters were in. He watched as Lieutenant Blithe worked quickly to straighten the lab, ignoring the fact that her own quarters were in worse shape than his. While his team searched for hidden explosives, Wrecker had ransacked her small room looking for any indication that she was not the loyal Imperial subject she claimed to be. Echo couldn’t help the small wave of affection he felt when he thought about his brother’s protectiveness. Wrecker was suspicious of her, and the more he thought about it, Echo wasn’t sure if he could trust her either.

He reached down and pulled out the scomp socket and its long cable from the overturned desk. From his position just inside the door, he watched her current work as the footage from the last few days was overlayed atop his field of vision. His personal hidden cameras caught every detail of her involvement in the lab’s conversion. He filtered the footage until only the images of her remained, sped up to a speed that would have dizzied an average brain. But Echo’s mind was sharpened to a razor’s edge even before it had been so cruelly augmented, and every frame containing his eager new aide showed him the same thing.

She was telling the truth.

Right after he sealed the door to his quarters and left with Wrecker to attend to the mid-rim insurgency, there had been a brief signal interruption. When the signal was restored both the doors to his room and hers had been left open. It was a sloppy mistake. Whoever it was needed only to close the doors again and he might never have found out that recording devices had been planted in their rooms. He disconnected the scomp cable from his arm and watched it silently slink back to the desk, the fluid movement pulling a deep yawn from his jet-lagged body. He observed his new underling, as she liked to call herself, for a few moments more before walking out into the main lab space.

“Blithe, let’s call it a night.”

Blithe turned around quickly, pulled from her thoughts as her new boss’ deep voice invaded the silence. “It’s alright, sir. I’m not tired, and this needs to be reset if we are to get to work finding out who was here and what they hoped to accomplish.” The momentary pause in her movements was enough to force a yawn from her as well, which she tried to hide by keeping her lips tightly closed. But her sudden intake of air and instantly damp eyes gave her away.

“Not tired? Is lying to your commander going to be a frequent occurrence, Lieutenant?”

“No, sir! You're right. I didn't want you to think my fatigue would interfere with my duties.”

Echo moved closer and took the ceiling panel from her hands. In his tired state, his scolding landed far softer than he intended. “This lab is only as effective as the people in it. You’re no good to me exhausted. Understood?”

Blithe looked up, forcing herself to make eye contact. It wasn’t easy with him standing so close. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He peered around her head to the open door of the quarters behind her. Her bunk was easily visible, and it was a shambles. “Should we find you another place to sleep tonight?”

“No, thank you, sir. The aides’ quarters was built for two. There is a drop down bunk I can use. It was spared most of the mess. What about you? You must be very tired after your trip and everything that’s happened. Would you like some help clearing your quarters?”

“I’ll be fine.” He turned his head to the chair under the window. “You said that you made one small adjustment to the lab in my absence. That’s not exactly true, is it? My instructions were for you to requisition desks and chairs.” He settled into the plush armchair and reclined it to its lowest position, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply. “This is no chair, Blithe. This is somewhere between a bed and a throne.”

Blithe was glad his eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the smile he forced from her. “It seemed like an appropriate piece of furniture considering you spend hours at a time accepting data through a scomp link, sir. You should be comfortable.”

His eyes remained closed as he stretched his arms over his head, his back arching from the velvety upholstery. “Mmmm. If it was comfort you were going for, mission accomplished. You should have ordered yourself one too.”

“Oh. Well, maybe next time, sir. Is there anything else I can get you?”

Echo opened his eyes and stared at his new aide. He still couldn’t believe he had one. Having someone around to assist him was going to take some getting used to. “No. Get some rest, Blithe.”

“Thank you, sir. Good night, Commander.”

[kitty-i-swear-to-gosh]

I’m sorry WHO IS THIS SULTRY BINCH HERE???

I might be insane but they made a point to focus on this figure for a good number of frames…just sus to me is all

Is this Imperial Tech?? Is it my son?? I hope so

[meme-force-99]

Sharing a few Imperial! Batch edits because they deserve a life outside the MemeForce Discord:

You know the drill - please feel free to use these, but reblogs also bring glory to the Imperial Science Division, Demolitions Department, Tracking Unit, Military Strategy, and Elite Squad troopers. 😉

[techs-assistant]

You can run, but you can’t hide.

[arctrooper69]

Helpless

Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!

Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump

Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.

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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.

"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.

Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."

Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"

Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.

A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.

He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."

He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."

"Yes sir."

Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"

Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.

"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.

"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,

"Answer me, dammit!"

He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."

"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.

This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.

"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"

He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.

Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.

"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."

If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.

You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.

"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"

He entered something into a datapad and looked up.

"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."

You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.

He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."

"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"

He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.

"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"

He turned back to face you.

"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."

He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.

"Kriff you."

He sighed, "Very well."

A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.

"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"

"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."

"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."

A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.

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ok so i just finished reading this gay furry visual novel called Adastra, and i have to say.

it didn’t have the devastating emotional effect that i’ve heard it tends to have on many other readers, but then again i’m pretty sure that’s just because i’m attracted to large buff sword-wielding women and not large buff wolf boys.

and then i realized

thinking about this. thinking

[mooonjin]

OOOH THEY’RE GETTING OMEGA BACK ASAAAP

tbb spoilers 03x13!!!

“🤨🫴”

her iconic hellaur

OMEGA SMART SHE’S BREAKING THEM OUT 🙌

that’s my arc trooper right there

angry baby in the back seat LOOOL

omg 💔

“you’ve been demoted” URGH THESE TWO IN THIS SHOT 😻

WRECKER AND IMPERIAL HAT 😭😭 SO SILLY

[squad-724]

I'll maybe do a drawing for whatever wins