#TBB echo

[littletroggo]

✨ echo has standards ✨

You know it actually makes complete sense that Echo isn't living with Rex, Wolffe and Gregor by the time Rebels comes around.

Echo is the kind of guy who sniffs multicoloured popcorn and pulls this face when offered Wookie soup.

He saw they were eating worm for dinner and noped the fuck out

[archivewriter1ont]

👋👋ATTENTION BAD BATCH FANDOM🪧🪧 We have Echovember, and it's been amazing! But I was wondering if we could give the original four batchers their month, too. What if we started off 2025 with four months of batcher-centric content, corresponding with the last digit of their CT numbers? Here is my idea:

Hunter January since he's CT9901 Tech February (CT9902) Wrecker March (CT9903) Crosshair April (CT9904)

This is my plan anyway. My goal for Echovember has been one fic posted each week of the month, so I will probably keep it the same for the others as well.

Share if you like the idea, or comment if you have a better one or any suggestions! I'm pretty new to any kind of fan community so I appreciate all advice, comments, and feedback!

[zealfruity]

Redrew the old redraw

Its like putting on new paint

[ladykagewaki]

do you think maybe you could make something with the baby batch about body positivity 👉👈

@zaya-mo @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian @salubriousbean @bring-backup-99 @99tech99 @ilovethebabybatch @sunshinesdaydream

[darth-kote]

Echo Headcanons Pt. 1

Is such a sucker for any type of praise. Of course, all the clones love to hear they're doing well, but for Echo, it's almost a spiritual experience when his actions are highlighted and he gets the spotlight for a second. Even before Skako Minor, he loved hearing positive feedback from those willing to give it. Meeting Rex was like meeting a hero from a kid's story and hearing him say Echo could hold his own was exhilarating. He also remembers making ARC and all the celebrating he and Fives had done afterward. "I knew we'd do it. Thanks for never giving up on me, Ech." The eye-roll he'd given in response couldn't be helped.

After all the torture and isolation, he's much more reluctant to accept, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart's pace pick up. To this day, he can't help but turn a bit pink when Rex hits him with a "good job" or a particularly knowing look. It makes him feel so proud when he hears his ori'vod congratulate his skills and strategic thinking.

Craves physical connection very intensely. He sometimes feels the flames of jealousy lick at his mind when he watches CF99 all climb into a dog pile after their heavy picnics on Pabu. Each of them, even Omega, will curl into one another until Echo is left to sit alone and study their peaceful expressions. He fights the urge to stare, but he's all too aware of his metallic arm and legs. He wants to crawl closer to his siblings and let himself melt into their heartbeats and breathing; at one time, vod piles had been such a comforting way for him to decompress. But metal doesn't quite belong with flesh, and he has a hard time breaking through the barrier and letting himself be held. He sits quietly for a long while as if hit with several stun blasts. (Crosshair, ever aware, is the last to succumb to sleep and the first to notice Echo's rigidity. He likes to prove Echo wrong by resting his head on his brother's cybernetic lap; flesh or metal, they still see him as their vod.)

Okay okay... Echo got his name because he'd constantly repeat strategies or rules back to his brothers during their time as cadets. I think this would eventually be replaced with him mother-henning and nagging at every brother he gets slightly attached to. "Eat your carrots, Wrecker, Maker knows your eye could use it." (Wreck acquiesces with a grumble... When Echo turns his back to practically force-feed Crosshair a piece of broccoli - his jaw is locked shut like an activated bear trap - Wrecker slips the carrots to Batcher. Tech says nothing because the vitamins in the vegetable are beneficial for most biological organisms; he finishes his helping as he watches in silence. Hunter and Omega dutifully eat away, seeming to compete in silence as they make eye contact over the table.)

Tells Omega stories about Fives. He honors his brother as much as possible; he thinks Omega would enjoy hearing about some of her other brothers. He also talks about Hevy and the other dominoes quite a bit, but none as much as Fives... He knows Fives and Omega would have gotten along well and can imagine the passed-on Clone braiding her hair as it grows over the years.

Is similar to Rex in that he wishes to save as many brothers as possible from the clutches of the Empire. He imagines them all slowly trickling onto Pabu and finding lives there. He sometimes gets caught up in this daydream and is only brought back to reality by a cool teardrop slipping down the ridge of his nose.

[the-bi-space-ace]

A Quick Cuddle - Part 3 - Hunter

Ao3 Link

Part 1 - Wrecker - Tumblr Link & Ao3 Link

Part 2 - Tech - Tumblr Link & Ao3 Link

Summary: Hunter hugs Echo for the first time.

Words: 1107

“I’m at a loss.” Hunter leaned his chin in his hand as the rippling blue vision of Rex stared back at him. The scuffle hadn’t been the worst he’d seen his squad get into but it was shocking that Echo had thrown the first punch. However, Crosshair had been trying to get under his skin all day so maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised. Echo had seemed so… responsible before he really knew him. Now he was starting to see that the little spark in his eyes was more like a full blown forest fire of chaos and he had to work twice as hard to keep up with it. Everyone else was getting along but those two… those two were picking at each other every chance they got, arguing over the comms, throwing insults. Hell, Crosshair went too far and he deserved the left hook he got but fighting on the ship was bad for morale. When he separated them he put them in their respective time out spots where they sulked off to wallow alone, getting a few hours of peace while they thought about their actions. Crosshair was still as hard headed as ever, cold shoulder freezing even after the cool down period, but he was flabbergasted by the hot temper flaring when he approached Echo in the cockpit. The cockpit had become his hideaway on the bad days and Hunter had assumed he’d talk himself into a less foul mood by them.

Boy oh boy was he wrong.

So wrong, in fact, that when he tried to check if Echo had cooled off he got a face full of pissed off ARC trooper and barely made it out with his pride intact. That’s why he called Rex. He had to talk to someone who knew Echo better. Someone who could help.

Rex sighed. “I’ve known Echo for a long time. He’s resilient. He’ll adapt.” Like it was that easy. Hunter leaned back in his chair, running his hand over his face.

“It’s more than that. There are… more personal problems that I’m not equipped for.” Admitting it out loud wasn’t what he wanted but there was more at stake than his pride. The captain pursed his lips, thought through his words.

“Look, sometimes he just needs an ear, or a shoulder. Arguing with him will only get you backed into a corner.” Understatement. More like shoved through a wall and dangled over the edge. Hunter knew Echo was strong willed but he’d been irritable as of late. Tech said he wasn’t sleeping and had caught him sneaking up to the cockpit to relieve Wrecker of his night watches.

“I’m not really a talker, Rex.” Hunter groaned as he heard Crosshair complain to Tech, the other man snapping back at him in defense. “He won’t tell me what’s wrong. I’ve tried.”

“Then try for something more your speed, hit all the bases. Make him feel included. Joke with him. Give him a hug.” Rex shrugged, laughing when Hunter grimaced at the suggestion. Good suggestions but Hunter wasn’t feeling too confident in his place to administer that kind of solution. “He’s not a tooka. He won’t bite if you pet him wrong.” Rex tilted his head, thought better of it. “Well… he might, but it’s worth a shot.” Hunter huffed at the grin Rex shot him before waving with something closer to pity than sympathy. Begrudgingly he let Rex leave, shoving up from his seat to approach Echo who was now pacing the cockpit like a caged animal.

Something at his own speed. What was that exactly? He tried talking - awkwardly, horribly - and that just made his charge more pissed off. Trying again seemed ill advised but they couldn’t battle each other for the rest of the war. By the time he made it to the cockpit Echo looked ready for a fight, snippy and guarded and glaring like he already knew exactly what Hunter was going to say.

“I’m not going to apologize to that loud mouthed, laser brained, assh-” Hunter didn’t give Echo much of a chance to finish. He grabbed Echo by the shoulder and pulled him into a hug. The other man froze, arm held away as if he was afraid Hunter was a bomb that might go off. Still, he persisted. He patted Echo’s back a few times, squeezing just a moment longer before letting him go. Even stepping back to put respectful space between them.

Echo’s expression had fallen unreadable. His eyes blinked back at Hunter with confusion, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Why did you do that?” Apprehension had taken over his body, stiff. Still, he was a sergeant and needed to soldier on regardless of the hardship.

“You’re part of this team. That means we are here for whatever you need. I want you to know that.” Wrong thing to say.

“I can handle myself.” Echo’s nose scrunched up, confusion and annoyance morphing together. With a heavy sigh Hunter steeled himself. He was going to need a tough front to combat this mission.

“You don’t have to do it alone.” Hunter poured as much sincerity into it as he could to try an appeal to Echo’s softer side. It was there underneath all of that indignation, burrowed somewhere beneath rage and what had to be stress. It was a waiting game then. Echo ran it through his head, considering his next move. He knocked him off balance by coming in waving a white flag and now Echo was going to have to work out how to respond.

“I-” Echo looked away, shaking his head. “It hurts.” It looked like everything hit him all at once. His shoulders slumped, his face dropping from anger to pain, and suddenly that standoffishness made a lot more sense. It took a moment to realize he was talking physically. That his body was in pain and he’d had enough. Being pushed by their snippy sniper had sent him over the edge. Right as he put the pieces together Echo was stepping forward to pull Hunter into another hug, no longer frozen in space as he was the first time.

Hunter let himself hug back, let Echo lean his weight on him to take the load off. Carrying everything he had been, all alone, had to have taken it out of him. Hunter gently dug his thumb into the meat of Echo’s shoulder, hearing him hiss, and dragged it through the muscles until he found the knot that rested right next to his shoulder blade. Working out the knots wouldn’t fix anything but it was a start.

Hunter would take a start.

[javdery]

Amazing

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@arcee-1995

@isurrendertoclones

[stellarbit]

It's been chaotic & I've not been able to just relax and enjoy content for awhile. After a bit I was like okay I think I'm finally normal about clones.

Finally got time to put an episode on and turns out I am totally normal about clones now.

I’m also a fucking liar.

[girloffourhouses]

My next fanfic went up last week. Enjoy! :)

Crosshair is injured on a mission. Echo refuses to leave him and does everything he can to get him to safety, even if it means putting himself in danger.

[here-comes-the-moose]

I know Thanksgiving hasn’t come yet, but I’m having my a depressive episode and was listening to my Christmas Playlist to cheer myself up, so here’s what I think each member of the Bad Batch’s favorite Christmas songs would be (religious and non-religious and yes I was raised Catholic as you can tell by the songs😂)

Non-Religious

Hunter- “A Holy Jolly Christmas” (because it’s my dad’s favorite)

Wrecker- “Jingle Bell Rock”

Tech- “All I Want For Christmas Is You”

Crosshair- “Santa Baby” (my favorite as an adult)

Echo- “Feliz Navidad” (my mom goes CRAZY for this song)

Omega- “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” (my favorite as a kid)

Bonus Phee- “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”

Religious

Hunter- “Ave Maria” (SPECIFICALLY the version sung by Luciano Pavarotti because it’s my dad’s favorite; may or may not tear up)

Wrecker- “We Three Kings” (because kids are always screaming along to this song when it’s sung at Mass for some reason)

Tech- “Adeste Fidelis” (I feel like he’d like the Latin)

Crosshair- “O Holy Night” (I am once again projecting onto Crosshair)

Echo- “Mary Did You Know?” (my mom loves this one)

Omega- “Angels We Have Heard On High” (she goes crazy for the thousand syllable Glorias)

Bonus Phee- “Adeste Fidelis” (same reason as Tech)

[meandtheyeehaws]

have some uhhhhh clone content based on sth from one of @tattycoram 's incorrect quotes :]

[adh-d2]

One of my favorite pieces of canon continuity is that clones cannot lie for shit

[ladykagewaki]

The Kid Batch: Thanksgiving for Omega

@zaya-mo @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian @salubriousbean @bring-backup-99 @99tech99 @ilovethebabybatch @sunshinesdaydream @jane8675

[tealmisthams]

Doesn’t bat an eyelash, but looks increasingly concerned. 😆

Bonus:

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting