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momojedi · 5 months
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Echo, getting out of the carbonite when they arrive at the Citadel: Man, I never want to be frozen again.
The Skakoans: Boy, do we have some news for you.
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metalhusbands · 2 years
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"Hey Fives - ... I got a big headache."
What if Fives didn't die and what if Fives was there with Rex to save Echo from Skako Minor?
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azertyrobaz · 1 year
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Meditating again?
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Echo saying he had enough solitude on Skako Minor is just devastating because it proves that he was conscious for a lot his time there and someone please give him a hug
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isthereanechoinhere96 · 3 months
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Whole - Part VII
Part 13 of Starstruck
Summary
The second part of the mission does not go as smoothly as you'd hoped.
Rating: Mature (18+)
Word Count: 3838
Warnings: blood, torture, medical procedures, flashback, mention of rape (not Echo or the reader)
AO3
The hallway is empty - the other team already took care to divert all personnel and lock the door with the code you briefed. You tried to wipe your hands on your armor as much as possible but there is still too much left so as soon as you're in there you spring to the restroom door - but Echo shouts “Wait!”, overtakes you and opens it.
“We can't have your blood on the door latch.“
You nod and walk towards the sink. Only cold water. Of course. Imperial officers are public servants after all, why give them warm water. You wash away the blood and watch the blood-water mix run down the drain, then shake your hands and...shit! Of course you left faint spatter of thinned blood on the tiles. You roll your eyes at yourself under the helmet, groan and reach for a paper towel.
In the mirror you see Echo still standing in the door frame, his scomp arm holding the door open.
You frown and stop your movement.
He's not supposed to stand there.
He's supposed to scomp in.
He should have done that immediately after he opened the door for you.
No time to lose.
You quickly turn around and look at him. Something must be wrong. Adrenaline floods your body.
The cold light of the restroom lamp reflects in his visor as he just keeps on standing there, petrified, frozen.
“What is it?” you rasp.
This can't be good.
He doesn't answer. He just keeps on standing there like a statue, staring at the wall behind you.
You look back and try to find something unusual at the wall, a mechanism, maybe a booby trap or a camera that wasn't in the documents, anything out of the ordinary.
But it's just a wall.
At least to you.
You don't see what he's seeing.
You look back over to Echo. Time stands still, your reflexes are at their maximum, every movement of your body is like in slow motion now, controlled, trying to avoid anything out of the ordinary, anything that sticks out even more than the two of you at this place where you're not supposed to be. You hear your own breathing under the helmet, notice how fast it got and try to calm it down. If Echo is frozen it must be really bad. Like 'ending up in the brig or worse'-bad.
He's been a prisoner of war once - he's not keen on being it again, let alone with you by his side.
“Echo, is something wrong with the wall?” you ask slowly, not able to hide the horror in your voice. “Does it deviate from the blueprints?”
Maybe the room is smaller than in the blueprints. Maybe there is an extra wall. Maybe they are already watching you through the mirror. Maybe this is a trap. Maybe this will be your prison. Maybe that's why he still holds the door open, grasping the last straw to get out as a free man and getting you out.
He still doesn't move, but his chest heaves faster than you've ever seen. Too fast. He's hyperventilating. His hand begins to shake and he turns it into a clenched fist. It doesn't hide the trembling, it actually makes it worse. Something's wrong, very wrong.
You don't dare to move. Every move might kill you. You hear an unnerving sound in our helmet...it's your own breath, fast, way too fast. You focus on your breathing, try to ignore your pounding heart that asks for more, faster breaths. No. Your heart will have to obey your breath not the other way round.
You take one last breath, the naked fear still in your veins, knowing if it is something Echo can't handle you'll be the last to save the day. Then you ask for hot mic - direct communication without activating the comms for every message. He must have acknowledged it by voice since you don't see his hand move but you suddenly hear his fast breathing.
“Echo. What's going on?”
Echo's breath shudders. The helmet hides his face and even though you're not sure if seeing his face would be helpful when he's like this you curse that karking bucket because it robs both of you of the chance to find comfort in the eyes of the other.
“...the tiles...” he stutters.
You look over to the wall again. Blue tiles, light gray joints. Your eyes wander over them, one by one, looking for tiles that stick out, a different color pattern, a hint that they could be loose or are not in line with the others.
But nothing. Just some dirt and your faint thinned blood spattered over the tiles above the sink. You look back to Echo.
“I don't understand...”
The sound of his fast breathing is overwhelming in your helmet now, the shuddering hard to miss.
“...they...they had exactly the same tiles on Skako Minor.”
You freeze.
No boobie trap.
No prison.
No hidden room.
No security system.
He's having a flashback.
Fuck.
You take off your helmet and the unbearable sound of his fast breath immediately leaves your ears. You look him in the eye – actually the visor that hides his eyes, you don't even know if he's looking back at you – and you slowly move towards him, take his shaking gloved fist in your hand. It is ice cold. He hardly shows a reaction, his chest still heaving.
You gently lift the helmet off his head and put it on the ground. Then you take his fist in your hand again and look in his face. It has lost all its color, his eyes widened with horror.
He doesn't look at you.
He just stares at the tiles and shivers.
You have no idea what to do now.
Zero.
You have no time to lose, you need the data from the console. It's the very reason for the mission. Without it everything would have been in vein.
You can't leave him alone like this.
But you're not really much of a help either.
“Echo...” you say his name and hope he'll show a reaction. His eyes don't leave the tiles. You look over to them. There is nothing special about them. They just happen to be linked to a bad memory.
Your eyes stop when they drift over the blood spatter that you left on the tiles. Shit! That surely doesn't make it better. You let go of his hand and quickly go over, take the paper towel that you wanted to get minutes ago, put some water on it and wipe your thinned blood away. At first it gets worse and the red color smears all over the tiles, but then it vanishes.
At least it vanishes from the tiles.
But it remains at the joints.
The rough surface already soaked in your blood.
You put more water on the paper towel, start to rub in desperation until it is shredded. There is a small effect but there are still faint red spots.
“...don't bother, it's always like this...” Echo mumbles.
You turn around and look at his face, his eyes still somewhere on the wall, not on you.
“...you can wipe the blood from the tiles but it always remains in the joints.”
You sicken up when you realize that it was his blood that remained in the joints on Skako Minor. He probably had to face it over and over again.
You stop your pointless cleaning efforts and go back to him.
He suddenly grabs your hand, tighter than you expected, and he looks into your eyes but you don't see life behind them, you're not sure if he really sees you right now.
“I can still hear the drill...” he whispers in horror.
You sicken up and swallow hard while you stare into his dull eyes.
Yes the ports had to get in his head somewhere.
No it wasn't superglue.
But fuck...
You tear up and keep on staring into his eyes. You can feel the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. It is overwhelming. Images flood your head, images of Echo in captivity, images you'd rather not see, images of unimaginable, unspeakable horror.
And you know that your imagination is no match for what really happened.
You feel sick...
You have no idea for how long the two of you have been standing there when you hear a thudding at the front door. It rips you out of your horrifying thoughts.
Fireball and Bumble Bee.
You had almost forgotten about them.
You let go of Echo's hand and take a step back to take a look at the door.
Fireball marches in. “Everything alright in here?” he asks loudly. But then he looks at the two of you, both of you without your helmets on your heads. It's hard to miss that something's wrong with Echo.
“What's up, did you show him your boobs?” he jokes, his voice distorted from the helmet.
“Shut up you idiot, he's having a flashback!” you shout.
“Oh karking hell...” Fireball quickly takes off his helmet and rushes over to Echo, takes out a torch and checks his eyes, then looks over to you.
“What was it? What triggered him?” His voice is alert but controlled without a hint of shock or fear. He can handle it way better than you.
You nod your head in the direction of the wall. Echo stares at it again. “The tiles.”
“OK Echo...” Fireball firmly grabs Echo's chin and moves his face away from the wall. You are sure it hurts him but you are also sure that he doesn't really care right now.
“No more staring at the wall. Sit down!”
An order. Crystal clear. Fireball lets go of Echo's chin and allows him to sink down to the floor, his back against the open door. Almost automatically Echo looks over to the tiles again.
Fireball slaps him in the face. “No looking at the tiles, OK? From now on you're only looking at my face, am I clear?”
You are surprised to see that Echo listens to Fireball's orders, but it seems that this is the only way to get through to him. Your gentleness was kind but he needs a lot more stimulation right now.
Fireball looks over to you. “What are you waiting for? You need to get the data from the console. We ain't got no time to lose!”
You hesitate shortly, but you know he's right. And the console is not far, you will still be able to see them in the corner of your eye, hear them speak - you won't leave Echo completely alone.
You move over, take the data stick and plug it in, enter the code with trembling hands and begin to make your way through the system, just like you learned during the cursed technical briefing you didn't like from the start because you knew you'd only need it if Echo is incapacitated. And you hoped Nemec would be plan B if this was the case but he just had to get that stupid stomach bug. And Fireball didn't get the briefing. Neither did Bumblebee because having double redundancy was good enough and he is standing guard outside.
Fuck!
You peek over to Fireball and Echo.
“...five things you see.” you hear Fireball talk to Echo.
“...your ugly face...” Echo mumbles quietly.
“Very good, trooper, my ugly face. What else?”
“...paper towels...”
Fireball tightly grabs Echo's chin again and tilts it back. “No! Looking! Over! There!”
“...my helmet on the floor...”
“Your helmet...that makes two...three to go...”
You look over to the console and browse through the folders, transfer every bit of information that could be of interest, feel drowned in data that's hard to make sense of, see the letters blur before your eyes but you need to make a choice which data to transfer, there is limited space on the data stick and the transfer speed is limited as well. If Echo could have scomped in he could easily have found the relevant data in no time. You still have no idea how exactly it works, what happens in his head, but he's good and he's fast and he doesn't need the karking console. If he would have done it he'd be done by now. But he's sitting on the floor of the restroom...
You look over to Echo and Fireball again.
“...your breath...” Echo mumbles.
“Fair enough, I guess it paid off I brushed my teeth this morning. We need a second one. What else can you smell?”
“...her scent...” Echo looks over to you and your eyes meet. You blink slowly to show him you're there for him.
Fireball tilts his head. “Oh, Echo, are you getting flirty here?“ Then he looks over to you. „How much longer?”
You sigh. “Twenty minutes, maybe longer.”
“We don't have twenty minutes” Fireball answers.
“I know! I know...” You already know the mission will be a failure. A 'partial success' as it will officially be called. It won't be as frustrating as calling it a failure. There will be a percentage on the partial success. You won't like it. But you lost too much time in the restroom. And you're not Echo. You are too slow. And your mind is occupied. All you can do right now is damage control. Get the percentage of your 'partial success' up as far as possible.
You nervously tap your fingers on the console. The relevant files are hidden in a chaos of folders that don't make sense to you. You can only hope that whatever you manage to transfer is of any use. The letters start to blur again.
You hear something at the front door, three muffled knocks. Bumblebee. Time's up. Fuck.
You take the data stick out of the port and look over to Fireball. Echo still doesn't look good but he follows his directions, lets Fireball put his helmet back on his head and support him while they move out. You get your helmet, put it back on, follow them through the door and hop into the vehicle that's waiting for you. Another one than on the way to this place. Smaller. The other group has already been picked up. You needed to decentralize transportation to make sure the fate of the two groups wasn't too tightly connected. The vehicle begins to move.
Sarah is already inside. She takes a look at Echo. His body is sunken in, swaying with the vehicle’s movements. Fireball seems to brief her on a private channel. She looks over to Echo and runs a medical device over his body.
You are still in the danger zone, hence the helmets. You can take them off when you have left this part of the town but you need to leave them on for now. Bumblebee looks over to you.
“What happened?” he asks you directly.
“He was incapacitated” you mumble.
Bumblebee is not a man of many words. He knows you're holding back but he stops asking.
You open a private channel to Sarah.
“Sarah?”
“Hm?”
“How is he?”
“He'll manage. His blood pressure is a little low.”
“Sarah...I don't think he's up for a debriefing. We'll pass by my block anyway. What if we ask the driver to drop us off there so he can find some rest until he's doing better.”
Sarah's visor points in your direction for an awfully long time. Then she nods and activates the group channel.
“We'll take a small detour. Debriefing will take place with reduced crew.” She sticks out her hand in your direction. At first you don't understand but then...right...you still have the data stick. You hand it over to her.
“You need to take off the armor, both of you. You don't want your neighbors to see you geared up like that.”
She's right. You would have forgotten it - there are too many things on your mind right now. You give her a short nod and wait until you leave the danger zone before you take off your helmet and start unclasping your armor. Fireball who couldn't hear your conversation with Sarah looks over to you and raises an eyebrow when you start undressing. But he's holding back - no suggestive comment. Not when Echo is like this.
You get up and kneel down in front of Echo in your blacks. “I will remove your helmet now, Echo” you say as softly as you can with the noise of the engine in the back. He couldn't hear your conversation with Sarah either and who knows if he would have heard a thing if it hadn't been on a private channel. He's in his own world.
Even though you've seen it before you freeze when you see his face again, pale and almost grayish, lifeless, his eyes empty, his gaze fixed on the ground. You hand the helmet to Fireball next to him and move closer to Echo's ear. “I will take you home. No debriefing for you today. The others will manage. But we will have to take off your armor so we won't raise attention.”
You try to not make it look too tenderly. It's hard to keep it that way when he's like this but you pull yourself together.
Fireball gets up, puts Echo's helmet on his seat at the bench and kneels down next to you. He heard what you said and is ready to help.
You begin to unclasp his armor, Fireball to your right, each of you taking care of one half of his body. Echo's lips are moving but you can only hear fractions of what he's saying. “...crumble of dirt...four...” Fireball seems to know what he's mumbling and looks up. “Very good, you are already at four. You're doing good, Echo, keep going!”
Echo doesn't show a visible reaction to Fireball but his brother doesn't seem to mind and keeps on removing his armor, one by one, slowly and more skillfully than you. You peek over and admire how he keeps his calm, how he handles Echo in this situation and how the bullshit brother suddenly turned into a descent soldier the moment it was needed.
Fireball looks over to you and gives you an encouraging smile. “You think you're up to it?”
You nod. “It's better than the alternatives.”
“If something's not right you call me, OK?”
You nod again and continue unclasping Echo's armor. He just sits there, lets the two of you undress him like a puppet, his lips moving now and then, swinging with the movement of the vehicle.
When you're done Fireball puts his hand on Echo's shoulder. “You behave, buddy. You're going to enter a lady's place so no monkey business, alright?”
Echo doesn't react. In a way it's cute how Fireball still tries to establish contact and talks to Echo in a way he normally never would, like he would talk to a pal and not to someone he calls 'Corporal Overachiever”.
You don't return to you seat and sit down at the bench on the other side of Fireball instead.
“What is it with the mumbling and the numbers?” you ask him quietly. He somehow manages to keep an eye on Echo and enjoy having you close at the same time while you whisper in his ear.
“It's a grounding technique” he whispers back. “Five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, one thing you can taste. It keeps the mind occupied and the body grounded by binding it to the sensations of the real world.”
You raise your eyebrows. “How'd you know stuff like that?”
Fireball gives you a comforting look and answers with a normal volume. “You don't have to be a prisoner of the Techno Union to have flashbacks. Many of us have them. Whether they saw their brothers die right in front of their eyes, came back from the field covered in someone's blood, saw children die and couldn't do anything about it,...injustice, torture, rape,...it all becomes part of your deployments sooner or later.” He looks down at the floor then back at you. “Especially when you're a clone with no rights.”
Your eyes meet and you swallow hard.
“Well technically no clone has ever been raped.” Bumblebee's voice is unexpected and quiet, just loud enough to overcome the engine noise. You look over to him. His eyes are on the ground, but he looks up when he realizes that you're eyes are on him. “You need to be a person in a legal sense to get raped.” He lets his words take effect before he continues. “There might have been incidents of inappropriate out-of-spec use of military equipment though.”
You stare at Bumblebee who gives you a forced smile then looks back at the vehicle's floor.
You can't take your eyes off of him. Fireball notes your shock and tries to get you back on the topic.
“We need to stick out for each other. Most of us know those grounding techniques. Those who don't know them see others use them and will never forget them either. We pass it on. Now you know one of them too.”
For a while you don't know what to say. This day is the very definition of 'TMI'. Echo threatening the officer to take his eye, Echo having a flashback, talking about blood and drills, Fireball talking about all those horrible things that happen at war and now Bumblebee mentioning...the out-of-spec use of military equipment. What kind of sick person would make up such a term.
You could very well have done without this day.
For a moment you curse yourself and wish you had never joined the rebellion. Lived your boring little life with your hyperspecific specialized but absolutely harmless job and ignored the dirty reality of the Clone Wars.
But then again it was this reality that made you join Rex and his network.
And without it you would never have met Echo. Would you ever have found someone you admired, adored, loved so profoundly if it hadn't been him? Him with all his backstory and baggage that made him the man he is today?
You finally find your voice again and try to give Fireball a smile.
“Thank you, Fireball. For helping Echo. I didn't know what to do.”
Fireball smiles, takes your hand and squeezes it.
“Sure thing. Now you look out for him and remember: if you feel you're in over your head...”
„...I'll call you. Thank you Fireball.”
The vehicle stops a block from your house and Fireball helps Echo up before he gives him into your care. You support him and he walks slowly with automated movements, just a routine running in his head while his mind is somewhere else.
The vehicle's door closes loudly behind you and the rest of the group continues their way to the hideout.
You're alone with him now.
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jedi-lothwolf · 4 months
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Merry Whumpmas Day 1: Hospital
Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch
Summary: Echo has to go to the hospital after cutting his hand open. Tech goes with him to help his stay calm as he tries not to think about Skako Minor.
    Echo hated hospitals. They scared him. They seemed to quite and to loud for his liking. He hated being around them but even more he hated being in them.
    Pabu was a beautiful place. Even that wouldn't ease Echo's mind as Tech and him walked towards their hospital.
    "Are you sure we have to go?" Echo asked.
    "The laseration in your palm is deep. It will need stitches. Maybe be more careful around knives next time." Tech kept walking forwards. "It should be a simple procedure. They will numb your hand and stitch it. You will have to come back to get the stitches out."
    "Why can't we wrap it?"
    "Bacta is not something overly easy to come by so they need to preserve it. So do we."
    "Alright."
    Hospitals were to clean, to blank, and to bright. Even though Echo didn't remember much from when he was with the Techno Union, he did remember some things.
    It was cold and white. It smelled too clean. Echo shook his head. He tried to clear his mind. As they arrived the clone paused. "I don't think I can go in."
    "I understand this may be difficult for you. Trauma is not easy to overcome. We will take it slowly. Or at least we will try. Can I provide some form of comfort to you?" Tech walked up to be right beside him. Despite his slightly robotic tone, Echo knew he was genuine.
    Nothing came to mind. The domino tried to find anything that might help. even in the slightest. But there was nothing. "Just stay close?" He shook.
    "I intend to." Tech started to walk forward.
Echo had been right. Exam rooms always looked the same. He sat in his, trying not to cry as a droid came in to look at his hand. Tech intervened quickly and asked if there was a living doctor there. The droid seemed offended but Tech didn't seem to notice. Still he went to grab a doctor.
Just as Echo had feared, all he could think about was the Techno Union. He thought about how the only memories he had were before he was put in the tube he was found in. Memories filled with pain and suffering.
Memories of droids that had stood over him, putting him back together. The few thoughts he had had been wondering if he should have survived or about what happened to the others; what would happen to him. The pain, though only a memory, had been the worst thing he had ever physically felt.
That pain could never compare to the pain that would come with healing from what had happened to him. That pain could never compare to the pain of losing your brothers.
Even now he wasn't completely healed. It felt like those droid's scalpels just kept cutting. Maybe he would never heal? Maybe those wounds would never scar.
Those droids had stood in a clean, white room. When thinking about it, it only ever reminded him of hospital rooms. Sometimes the people nearby cities or towns would let the clones use their hospitals. Other than that, Echo had never been in a hospital.
But now he knew why he feared them so much. They looked just like that room he had been put back together in. Even if his time on Skako Minor was a blur, he knew that this was what the room looked like.
A chill went down Echo's metal spine. He looked over at Tech who stood near the door. He wanted to call for him but his voice hung in his throat. The tears he had been trying so hard to hold back started to slide down his face.
Tech turned around and walked to his side. Unsure of what to say, he just sat with him. He had learned that he wasn't very good at handling current emotional reactions and crying was one of them. Echo reached for his brother and cried into his shoulder.
The doctor opened the door but stopped. She stood in the doorway, confused and slightly concerned. "Is everything alright?" She asked kindly.
"My brother suffers with trauma related to rooms that look similar to this one. Let him calm down." Tech never even looked at her. He just, somewhat awkwardly, held Echo.
Soon he was able to think a little better. He moved from his place in Techs arms to look at the doctor. She had gone to get him some ice chips and had just gotten back. "ice chips?" She asked.
"Sure." Echo didn't question why she had brought him ice chips of all things. He reached for one but hissed as he remembered why he was there. Tech took the cup and ate one of the pieces of ice.
"Let's get that taken care of." The doctor talked to Echo through the whole thing. It helped being able to focus on something else. When she was done, they were sent to the front to check out and then they could leave.
As they left the building Tech spoke. "That could have been worse" he said.
"Yeah. It could have been."
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fionajames · 3 months
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Heyy! Can I request a little something on how you think Echo’s time on Skako Minor went down? It can be head canons or whatever you feel like writing ❤️it’s just that I NEED to find out how he got the way he is because like, wouldn’t he have burns or scars if he was really blown up? And how can the explosion take off both legs at around the waist, one arm, and not kill him? I’m not familiar with that kind of stuff, and I’m curious to see what you think.
Thanks! -Sha
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I AM NOT A NURSE/DOCTOR. IM 15. IVE NEVER TAKEN A DOCTORING OR MEDIC COURSE OR ANYTHING. I AM JUST GIVING MY OPINION, THIS IS FANFICTION (kinda) SO YEAH.
Echo wasn’t sure why exactly he did it, but a part of him took over, and suddenly he was running to the ship, his shield up in an attempt to shelter himself. He felt the heat first, the ringing sound of the explosion taking over his hearing. Time froze as his eyes turned to Fives, who he could tell was horrified, even through the visor. Echo hadn’t thought death would be like this, painful and dark. As soon as time had resumed, he’d been engulfed in an explosion of fire.
The battle droids at the battle had returned afterwards to find the Clone covered in rubble, clutching his shield to his body and covering his face, his helmet gone.  That shield and his armour had protected him from death, but he was now bleeding out. Upon order from higher ranking, the droids took the Clone to Medbay, where he was nursed back from his deathly state.
The strange position he’d attempted to shelter himself in and the way his body had turned left him with deadly burned legs and an arm. So the medic droids removed all three limbs and replaced them with robotic legs and a scomp link, I think you called it? I don’t remember.
Echo was in such bad condition from the explosion that he acquired some amnesia, and therefore didn’t think that the droids were enemies when he woke up.
The Techno Union did not treat Echo well, not in the slightest, but he didn’t really remember much and was disoriented, so thought nothing of it.
The medics basically tossed him in a bacta tank a few months after his limbs had healed enough to be able to remove the robotic stuff. He stayed there for hours on end for weeks, which did a lot of his healing and since the scars were still fresh, they healed. 
After that, he went through a lot of torturous machine trying stuff. As in, them plugging him into machines to try and communicate with his subconscious brain or whatever. Pretty messed up but yeah.
Eventually, they found something that worked, and Echo was stuck in the machine from then on until Rex rescued him. That’s why he so pale. He’s pale not just cause of the explosion but because of the, like, 0 vitamin D (the Techno Union were probably pumping that, other vitamins and food or whatever into his body somehow but like, no sun, boi pale. Boi vampire pale).
After coming out of the machine, and over time, Echo’s memory worked. It was back to it’s full condition before they put him in the machine, so when he gets yoinked out, he’s all good.
He’s defo traumatised from everything, but still rather cheery - the Bad Batch Echo we all know and love. 
It takes him a little to get used to his robotic limbs but he gets to before they toss him in the machine. But when he gets out, he’s not able to manoeuvre himself normally at first. It would be hard for someone with all their natural limbs intact to do so, but with robotic limbs, it’s even harder.
Had a breakdown when he asked Rex “Where’s Fives?” and found out.
Like, didn’t leave his room for weeks.
I feel like if Fives was still alive, he would’ve gone back to the 501st but kept in contact with the Bad Batch. I feel like cause Fives wasn’t there, he couldn’t bare to go back there.
Never talks to Fox again. 
Fairly.
I love Fox but like, Echo does not after that.
Has the most horrible night terrors, mostly of his time at Skako Minor, the explosion and then just his imagination creating visions of what Fives’ death might have looked like.
Echo’s very glad he joined the Bad Batch, but always misses the 501st. He will constantly do shit that is so 501st-coded, none of TBB members understand. Like, he’ll make inside jokes and laugh until he remembers and then freeze and sometimes cry. 
Honestly, same boi.
Unrelated headcanon, but I fully believe he got the number five tattooed on the back of his left hand, so he always carries a bit of Fives with him. It’s covered so much that it takes months for TBB to find out.
When he remembers the droids are the enemy, he’s disgusted about how buddy-buddy he treated them. 
So basically, his odd position he was in left his limbs burnt, not ripped off. They however had to be removed because of the burns, and then he was thrown in a bacta tank for ages. 
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badbatcher · 11 months
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Listen, this is keeping me up and I need to say it or I'm gonna have the most sleepless night ever
The fact that they made Echo open up to Omega about being in solitude on Skako SMELLS LIKE A FORESHADOWING of what we believe is happening with Tech.. he had time to open up about it before, I think this is no mistake, they CHOSE to place this scene right there and I'm gonna probably die on this hill but Tech lives
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dreamqueenkala · 1 year
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Okay, but does anyone else think it’s really hot when Tech translates and then proceeds to speak in the primitive native language on Skako Minor? Anyone?? No? Just me? 😮‍💨😍
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mksolomon1 · 9 months
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Perkoll, Skako Minor
with Techno Union flying-droid attack force
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When I tell you how violently this art idea struck me in the middle of Sad Clone Simp Hours while writing angsty fanfiction material I do mean violently.
First bit of fan art in a hot minute and it's for copy-paste men that I'm totally normal about deserved the galaxy. Twins just trying to do the right thing. Trying to save their brothers, all their brothers, before it's too late and the war dooms them all.
Fives would have burned the whole damn galaxy to the ground if he saw what they did to his brother. There would have been hell to pay for the horrors they put his twin through and how Echo was forced by means outside of his control to become a brother-killer. Fives would have been a force to be reckoned with as he sought justice for his brother had he not died in 19 BBY perhaps just months before Echo's rescue (I'm fuzzy on the timeline as of writing this).
He died believing he was the last of the Domino Twins. He died believing he was going to save his other brothers by blowing the whistle on the chips. He didn't get to see what kind of man his brother would become and all the good his twin was doing, is trying to do, to protect his brothers.
I think he'd be proud of his regulation-loving twin for giving the Empire hell and Echo's resiliency.
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kellygreeny · 4 months
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WIP survivors guilt
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I just finished the main part of the line art and I died on the way but I'm a bit proud right now 🥲
I had some time and doing something else felt too much. But I'm happy to get further with this.
The comment of my bf was, it reminds him of Warhammer 40k and I'm not even mad.
I was mainly inspired by a figure of a steampunk angle to this.
@isthereanechoinhere96
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voidartisan · 2 years
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love the fact that echo goes from wearing blue and white armor at the end of the skako minor arc to wearing red and gray armor in tbb, mostly because it means at some point this conversation had to have happened
Hunter: First things first, we need to get you a matching paint job
Echo: Is that really necessa--
Tech: Yes
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mandomaya · 1 year
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I can't with BGT they buzzed off ECHO THE DUCK 😭😭
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am3mb3r123 · 2 years
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me: i'm going to make this traipse around the galaxy to find Fives fic so realistic to the galactic map! i'm going to choose planets and put them in order and make it so cool
me after looking at the galactic map for half an hour: i will be naming Ord Mantell and Gorse and that is it, real planets be damned
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isthereanechoinhere96 · 3 months
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Whole - Part VIII
Part 14 of Starstruck
Summary
While Echo needs some time for himself you confront yourself with the footage from his rescue from Skako Minor.
Rating: Mature (18+)
Word Count: 2529
Warnings: trauma, medical procedures, Skako Minor, mention of rape (not Echo or the reader), murder and suicide
AO3
You slowly walk towards your house in silence, step by step, putting one foot in front of the other until you're finally there and close the door behind you.
You hold Echo's face with both hands and try to catch his eye.
“Sit down, Echo. I'm gonna make you some tea.”
His empty look quickly brushes over your face.
“I need to be alone” he mumbles, walks into the bedroom like in trance and closes the door behind him.
Shortly after you hear a loud high-pitched sobbing which is quickly dulled down into a muffled sound by a pillow.
Tears fill your eyes. This is a sound you have never heard from the man with the baritone before. It is so raw and desperate and...you just want to go in there and help him but he doesn't want you to. So all you can do is stand on the outside, helpless, useless, heartbroken for the man who means so much to you and had to endure unspeakable things.
It is terribly quiet at your place. You never noticed that before until now - now that you hear him cry, quietly, trying to hide it from you...but you can't overhear it. It is everything you can hear up to the point where you ask yourself how much of what you hear is actually a sound from your bedroom and how much is just your imagination.
You would turn on some music or a holoseries to take the sound of Echo crying off your ears and those thoughts off your mind but you have the urge to hear him. Even now when there are a few minutes when you can't hear him cry it feels...strange. You worry even more. As if something could have happened to him, as if the sounds of his crying were a cruel but clear reminder that he is, in fact, still conscious, still alive, still functioning if only at a very basic level.
For some time you sit on your kitchen table and let the tears run down in silence, cry with him even though he doesn't see or hear you. Sometimes Echo is quiet in your bedroom, sometimes he starts crying again. It goes on and on and just won't stop.
In a way crying with him makes you feel connected.
You feel drained of all your energy, empty and sad. You could be angry at the Techno Union but you're not. All you feel is the connection with Echo, the pain, the sorrow, the desperation, the loneliness, the horror he never deserved, no one ever deserved.
Not even the ones who did it to him.
You pull out of your stagnation, make some tea and let the hot temperature and the spicy taste of ginger mixed with a sweet exotic fruit take yourself back into reality. The tea cup gives you something to hold on to.
You take out your data pad.
You avoided doing this until now but you feel that you have to do it sooner or later anyway so you do it now.
You establish a secure connection to the network's database and search for him.
Echo.
ARC trooper Echo.
Being MIA after the Citadel.
You read the reports.
Your read the briefings for his rescue, how there was a lot of doubt it could be him.
And you find camera footage from Tech. He recorded everything, Echo told you many times.
With shivering hands you start the video.
You see the cryo chamber, hear Rex's voice saying ”I don't like the look of this.”
The camera diverts to computer monitors, electric crackling can be heard in the background, then a hissing, probably from the stasis chamber. You see Tech's hands pulling two levers down and then...
You gasp and look away. You weren't prepared for what you just saw. You saw him, Echo, saw him falling out of the cryo chamber, held back by wires...or hoses...ice cold, little crystals covering his skin, his eyes moving left and right erratically, as if data was still extracted from him.
The word 'nystagmus' pops up in your head. It is crazy how this little detail suddenly is suddenly just there. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism of your brain to take your mind off the horror.
Nystagmus…Can be because of the data stream, can be caused by substances they put in his body or brain damage or a malfunction of his equilibrium organ...maybe due to the explosion...maybe due to the Techno Union's experiments...maybe his hearing was impaired too. If it was his equilibrium organ he must have felt sick all the time.
And no one would have cared...
You take a deep breath and rewind the footage. You need to see it again. You can't look away. If you do your mind will replace the scenes you missed with even worse images.
You watch it again.
And again.
And again.
As if watching it over and over again will take away the horror. You always thought they found him in a cell or strapped to a chair. You didn't know he fell down out of a chamber...ice cold.
Stored like a piece of equipment.
Or a piece of meat…
You see Rex take Echo down before the camera diverts to the console again. You rewind a few seconds and pause.
Echo didn't always look the way he does now. His cybernetic implants were different. Especially the bolts close to his neck look painful. They are no longer there now, faint scars are the only reminder of the installations that were once on this sensitive part of his body. There is some kind of...collar that spreads to his back. His spine implant used to be a lot bigger than it is now. The wristband you see in the video is no longer there, but some ports remained on his forearm.
You breathe in and out. Investigating the technical aspects and differences makes it easier to look at the footage but the tears run down your face nonetheless.
A technical approach is just a means to make it more bearable, not a means to make it easy.
You keep on playing the footage but the camera is firmly on the console. In the background you hear Rex and Echo talking, Echo's voice is unusually high pitched. The camera diverts to the door, Tech must have moved away from Rex and Echo to check for hostiles. Finally he turns around. You see Rex waving at him, signaling him to come closer. And he does.
Maybe it's good for you that you see Echo from afar at first and that he keeps on filling more and more of the screen when Tech gets closer. In a way it helps you to deal with what you see: The shirtless, skinny, fragile, broken man on the ground.
You pause and take another few breaths, look at the paused image of Echo.
He looks so different than he does now.
Yet so familiar.
Tech's look diverts to the console again. After some time he turns around and you look into Anakin Skywalker's face.
Right...Echo walked in those circles..
He worked with general Skywalker...
THE general Skywalker.
You tend to forget that.
Then all you see is the console again. For a long time. You can hear people shooting in the background. Finally Tech turns around.
“I've got it. We can unplug him now.”
You see Echo turn around towards the console and Rex unplug him. It looks...very painful. Very rude...you understand that there was no time to lose, yet...you wished Rex had been a little bit more gentle with him. You see Echo's hand trying to hold on to the console, trying to manage the pain, his fingers curled into a claw...
While you watch Rex unplug Echo your eyes are on the one wire that's in the middle of his head. It looks like the most painful one.
“I can still hear the drill…” You will never forget those words and the look on Echo’s face when he said them in the imperial complex.
Echo's head smashes hard against the console when Rex unplugs the last wire and he sinks down to the ground...
Echo coughs. He seems to be less disoriented than before and the nystagmus is gone. So it was the data stream after all. In a way it gives you solace to know that he didn't have to stay in the chamber being sick all the time. It is just a little thing but...still.
He tells Rex that he's got a headache, tries to play his condition down. It's so typically him...
And then you hear those words come out of Rex's mouth.
“Better to feel something than nothing...”
Those words...
...Echo used those words.
When you had the clearing.
When you walked together on the dirt road.
When you asked him if he still gets aroused and what he does about it.
“It's better to feel something than nothing at all.”
That's what he said to you.
You didn't know those were almost exactly Rex's words.
Now you do.
Now they feel even more personal.
But also tragic.
You didn't know they were used in this situation.
Back there on Skako Minor.
You stop the recording and shut your data pad off. You've seen enough for today.
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You sit in your quiet kitchen, stare at the wall, lost in your thoughts and go through the footage from Skako Minor in your mind over and over again, try to remember every little detail, every little ice crystal, every cloud of cold breath leaving Echo's mouth, all the ports that are still there, all the ports that were removed. You try to match them with the scars you saw when you bathed him, gave him a massage, softly kissed his ashen skin.
How could someone who has been through so much ever see his body as a source of pleasure again?
You sigh quietly and look over to the closed bedroom door. Watching the footage and going through it in your head distracted you from Echo's crying. It's quiet in the bedroom. And if you think about it it's been quiet for quite some time now. Maybe he fell asleep. After all he must be absolutely exhausted.
Did you overstep by watching the footage? Would he have wanted you to see it?
You decide to keep it to yourself for now.
You are ripped out of your thoughts when the data pad dings. It's a message from Fireball. He probably just finished the debriefing.
“How's Echo?”
“He needed some time alone” you respond. “Was it right of me to accept that?” You have no idea how to properly handle someone in this situation and whether you should have insisted on being at his side so he wouldn't have to face his pain alone.
“Of course” Fireball types back. “How are you holding up?”
You look at the letters and feel tears fill your eyes again. You suppress a sob and try to stay in control.
“I'll manage. How many percent did our 'partial success' get?”
You almost see Fireball grin sarcastically on the other side. Everybody hates that term.
“34%.”
“I thought it was worse. I must have some lucky shots when I blindly downloaded everything that seemed to be of interest.”
“Sometimes that's all it takes.”
You nod to yourself. You're sure Echo won't be as happy about the percentage as you are.
The data pad dings again.
“I know you watched the video.”
You freeze. How in the galaxy could he know that? Fireball probably knows you're asking yourself this question because he adds another message.
“Access to restricted information from external devices is tracked and recorded. I had a hunch.”
You start to get the feeling that this is the reason for his messages. He knew you saw something that was hard to handle. You appreciate the gesture but... there's no way to have a meaningful conversation about it without revealing your feelings for Echo.
“I don't wanna talk about it.”
“Fair enough. And don't worry. I won't tell him. But be aware that he‘ll be able to check the logs too.“
You curse yourself but you can’t change it anymore. After a few breaths you decide to change the topic. The question has been on eating on you ever since you drove back. You're not sure if you want to know the answer but you know you'll keep on asking yourself that question until you know.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Does Bumblebee have first hand experience with out-of-spec use of military equipment?”
You typed so fast you even forgot to put that karking term in quotation marks.
Even though Fireball answers quickly it feels like a long time.
“No. But one of his brothers from the squad. They were very close.”
You breathe in and out and aren't sure if you should feel relieved because it's not Bumblebee or if you shouldn't because it doesn’t make a difference - it doesn't really matter who it was, just that it happened.
„How…?“
„His drill instructor. Most of the jedi were benevolent but we had external contractors, often bounty hunters. The republic knew there was a price to pay if they hired shady people like that but we were at war.“
You close your eyes and swallow.
„And after all it was not their price to pay“ Fireball adds.
“Where is his brother now?”
“He died.”
“I hope he found some peace in the afterlife.” You immediately hate yourself for writing those words. They sound so empty, so meaningless, like a needlepoint phrase.
“I'm sure it gave him some peace to shoot that fucker before he shot himself.”
You gasp. You assumed he had died in action.
“FUCK”
“Better not ask Bumblebee about him.”
You grunt. Finally your sadness has turned into anger. Anger is easier to manage. There is something you can do about anger. It is not as static as pain.
“I fucking hate this day. I think I need to punch someone in the face right now.”
“Wow, Echo's been at your place for less than two hours and the f-word already made it's way into your vocabulary.”
You scoff and allow yourself at least a little smile. It's sweet that Fireball tries to distract you. While you still think about an answer he sends another message.
“If you didn't have a visitor I'd offer to come over and help you blow off some steam. Maybe next time...”
You shake your head and roll your eyes. How in the galaxy could Fireball switch from all these serious topics to flirting in no time?
You think about a clever answer and allow yourself a little grin when you finally got it.
“Thanks but I already have someone who helps me with that…”
All you get back is a surprised emoji with wide eyes.
Maybe he’ll ask you about it next time. Or maybe not. You are fairly sure Fireball did all this just for one reason: to keep you distracted.
At least he didn't call you “me'shla” this time.
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Part 15 of Starstruck: Whole IX
Writer’s Notes: This chapter is a little personal in a way because I just started watching TBB last year and hadn’t watched TCW by that time. I was halfway through season 2 when I decided to catch up with Echo’s backstory. So I always knew he couldn’t have died at the Citadel but he had already grown very close to me when I watched his rescue from Skako Minor. Watching him drop out of the cryo chamber, watching Rex rip out the wires/hoses and Echo’s head smash against the console was quite tough for me.
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