#echo needs a hug

[happyecho]

His intel was good enough and he needs a good mom Echo hug❤️

[starwarsbundle]

Pt. 5. TBB Headcannons they probably deserve.

…and I fell into the black abyss between doing things. I’m stuck. Help. T_T

(I’ll be fine, don’t worry.)

Anywayday, today’s fine boi(tm) is our poor traumatized sad boy Echo. No one can disrespect Echo. Poor baby has been through too much. He just needs a soft jumper, a warm hug, and some hot choccy, okay?

But! To business!

Echo is the Mum(tm) Figure. (Yes Mum, I’m an Aussie. I can and will fight God and America. Watch me.) He’s the 2IC of decisions after Hunter. Sometimes even before. Particularly decisions concerning Omega. It’s unspoken agreement in the Batch to run things past Echo if Hunter has no immediate answer. Hunter agrees.

His robot limbs can lock up. Simply stop working. So Echo keeps them in almost better condition than he keeps himself.

Drinks one of two (2) things in the morning. Black caf or hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Each drink has a day’s set mood associated with it. Force forbid if Echo decides to drink alcohol in the morning. EVERYONE that day better watch out… or else.

Loves really soft jumpers. Soft, silky type things. Fluffy? Depends. Goes jumper shopping with Tech. Listens in silence to all the varied fabrics/fibres benefits Tech can and will list off to any and all jumpers.

Is the Emotional Support(tm) clone. Almost like the Batch’s therapist. Matters of the heart? Echo can help. Matters of the mind? Echo’s got you. Matters of the stupidity? GODDAMN has Echo got advice for you. (Warning: it’ll hurt.)

Sleeps like a mummy. (When he sleeps, poor baby.) Doesn’t move all night. Crosshair once made a comment that if Echo died, his funeral position was already determined. Echo replied that he’d like to die - just so he could haunt the living sh$t out of people. Crosshair didn’t make the comment again.

Gives the best hugs out of the whole Batch. Knows when people need hugs too. Probably because he needs a hug himself. Crosshair cried the first time he got an Echo hug.

Absolutely gives Omega piggyback rides. 100%.

Is Force sensitive - but realises it VERY slowly. (I think Fives was Force sensitive too btw). After the finale, he has time to cogitate on this disturbing discovery - which culminates in Force ghost Fives appearing and offering advice. Echo initially goes apesh$t, but finally gets the closure he needed surrounding Fives. (The Batch have a hard time getting used to Echo’s conversations with an invisible vod.)

Can and will fight God or Palpatine. But is too tired too. Would probably just project his crippling depression onto them and watch them wither away with satisfaction.

Often gets frustrated by being left-handed, but keeps his droid attachment on most to condition himself to being ambidextrous. (Tech did make him a hand attachment - Echo uses it occasionally.)

Is in unspoken charge of the Batch should anything happen to Hunter. And knows it.

If Hunter needs a break… Echo needs goddamn RETIREMENT. Dude has been through too much.

And he just needs closure on Fives, okay? :(

[bh-52]

Lil treasure's missed her big brother

[disastertriowriting]

Echo: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

[kybercrystals94]

Sick Day

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 29 | Prompt 29: Not Allowed to Die || Bad Things Happen Bingo: Hallucinations

Rated: G | Words: 516 | Summary: Echo is sick with a fever.

“Echo, I’m going to help you sit up.”

Everything hurts, even the soft weight of the blanket over his body. “Ugh, what’s wrong with me?” Echo groans.

An arm wraps around his shoulders, a hand on his bicep, and he is guided upright. “You're sick.”

“How? Clones don’t get sick.”

“Most clones don’t get sick. Clones with compromised immune systems on the other hand…” The arm and hand leave him, and something presses to his lips. “Here, drink this.”

The cool water feels like swallowing glass, but Echo dutifully takes several gulps before pushing the canteen away. “I don’t have a compromised immune system,” Echo protests, leaning back against the headboard of his bunk. He finally opens his eyes and glances at his brother sitting next to him.

Fives shrugs. “I’m not a medic, that’s just what I was told. Either way, you’re sick. You’ve got a fever.”

“I feel like I got hit by a speeder and then trampled by a rancor,” Echo grumbles.

“You’re so dramatic,” Fives huffs.

“I prefer poetic,” Echo says, letting his eyes slip shut again.

“Hey now,” Fives says, giving Echo a small shake. “No falling asleep yet. Tech still needs to run diagnostics. He wanted to wait until you were awake.”

Echo’s eyes snap open and he looks at his brother. “Who?”

Confusion and concern battle for dominance across Fives’ expression. “Tech,” he says, slowly. “You know who Tech is.”

Echo shakes his head, not because he doesn’t but because…Fives doesn’t. Fives can’t know who Tech is because they’ve never met.

“Echo, do you know who I am?” Fives asks, leaning forward.

“Of course I know who you are, Fives.” Echo tries to laugh, but it comes out strangled of any humor.

Fives’ face falls. “Oh, Echo,” he breathes. “I think…I think the fever is messing with your head.”

“No it’s not. I can see you. You’re right here.” Echo reaches out to grab Fives’ arm, but Fives pulls back, narrowly escaping being struck by Echo’s scomp.

That’s not right.

Echo’s takes a shuddering breath.

“Easy, Echo,” Fives soothes, moving closer again, hands up in a pacifying way. “I need you to stay calm.”

“No,” Echo cries, “You’re not dead! Fives, you’re here. You’re not dead.”

Fives looks heartbroken. “Echo…Fives has been dead for a long time.”

Tech steps up behind Fives, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Maybe it would be best if we sedate him…just until his fever is under control.”

Fives stands and steps to the side, letting Tech take his place at Echo’s bedside. “Tech,” Echo pleads, “Tell Fives he’s not dead. He’s right there. You see him, don’t you?”

Tech shakes his head. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, Echo.”

Echo tries to pull away when Tech lifts the hypo to his neck, but it is like his energy has evaporated, and he can do nothing but weakly protest as the needle pricks his skin. “No…He can’t be dead.”

Before the world around him melts into darkness, Echo thinks he hears Fives whisper, “I am so sorry, brother.”

END

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The actual, canon series of events that happened when Echo first joined The Bad Batch:

Wrecker: *chasing after Crosshair trying to pick him up*

Crosshair: *yelling and running away from him*

Tech: *yelling at both of them to stop before they break one of his inventions*

Echo: does this happen often?

Hunter: *near tears* ….yes, everyday

Echo: WRECKER, CROSSHAIR, TECH, ENOUGH!

All three of them: *blink* yessir

Hunter: *sobbing now, hugging Echo* oh thank the maker, another responsible adult!

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[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumpril Day 4: Needle

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warning: Medical trauma

Summary: Echo goes to the doctor and it doesn't go well.

    Echo hated going to medical centers. He wouldn't have gone if Rex hadn't made him. As soon as he stepped foot in the doctor's office he was already panicking. No one could go with him. The clone thought of reaching out to the batch to see if one of them could go but it felt so silly to do so. Why would he waste their time like that? What if they thought differently of him? Trying to shake the thoughts from his head Echo sat down. He was called back not soon after.

    Stepping inside the white room sent a chill up his metal spine. He felt his chest tighten. It looked so different from the room he was experimented on in but felt so similar. The doctor was nice enough which put his mind at ease a little.

    Then she said that he needed his blood drawn for some test and he froze. Just the word test frightened him. Drawing blood required a needle. Echo never liked to admit it but he was scared of them.

    The movement from the doctor opening a draw for the materials needed made Echo jump. "Are you okay?" She asked softly.

    "Ye..yeah." he stuttered.

    The doctor turned around and introduced him to roll his sleeve up. Hesitantly he complied. She tied an electric band around his arm then rubbed an antiseptic on the part she needed to.

    As soon as Echo saw the needle panic overtook his mind. Thinking looking away would help he did. Then he felt the needle pierce his skin.

    Before his mind had a chance to react his body did. Echo jumped back, pulling his arm towards him. This jammed the needle further into his arm. Blood flowed from the injury. He stood and cornered himself by accident.

    "Not again, not again" Echo whispered.

    "What do you mean Echo?" The doctor asked.

    He didn't respond. Instead he pulled the needle out of his arm with his teeth. The needle landed on the floor and the noise, though not very loud, was terrifying. The experiment had heard it many times.

    Echo's mind was flooded with memories from Skako Minor. He didn't have many but the ones he did he could feel. The needles and scalpels stabbed at him all over again. Sinking to the floor Echo forgot where he was. He was safe in a doctor's office with a woman who had given him no reason not to trust her.

    The doctor kneeled down and tried to comfort him. "It's okay" she spoke kindly. "You're safe." The women talked to him until he was able to relax a little.

    "How about we schedule a time to do those tests? That way you can prepare, yeah?"

    "That sounds.. okay. I apologize for earlier."

    "It's okay. I completely understand. Trauma is not something that's easy to get over. I'll do whatever I can to make you comfortable next time."

    "Thank you."

    Echo decided he would get in contact with Wrecker and ask him to come with him next time. It may not be the best idea but he could hold Echo down. Wrecker agreed quickly even though he wasn't fond of the idea of holding him down like that. Wouldn't that just be worse? The appointment would be in a week. They would just have to see how it goes.

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[happyecho]

Mama & Papa

[fanfictasia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), POV Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Siblings, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Season/Series 01, Cats, Alternate Universe - Cats, Young Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch as Family, Crosshair Rejoins Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Cat Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Happy Ending, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary:

An accident in Nala Se's lab leads to Omega shapeshifting into a cat. Tiny and panicked, she runs away to find her brothers so they can make it better. Which they can't, but they can adopt her as their pet. Until Nala Se comes. That doesn't stop Omega from going back. Again. And again. And then, the war is over, and her brothers still don't know she's a person. Until they do.

Read on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242027/1/The-Cat-Batch

https://www.wattpad.com/1350236976-star-wars-one-shots-the-cat-batch

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[proteatook]

Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your art! 😍 And Echo here has got to be my favourite!! You convey his feelings so well! Here’s what came to mind:

I imagine him just after saying that, taken off guard by a sudden surge of strong emotions that he is most often able to repress… Right now, however, he is exhausted and doesn’t quite manage to contain the overwhelming grief that washes over him… He fights to maintain his self-control, but as his eyes start burning, he has to admit defeat and hurries to a hidden corner of the Marauder to let himself fall apart momentarily… alone.

“I…don’t enjoy solitude. I had enough of that on Skako Minor”

[kybercrystals94]

Resilient

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 30 | Prompt 31: “I thought I was getting better.” | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Rating: T

Words: 935

Summary: Echo thought he had gotten past these episodes.

Author’s Note: I swapped the prompts for today and tomorrow, because I was going to post Part 3 of Regroup today; however, I needed a little more time with it, so it will be coming tomorrow!

“CT-1409, do you experience these episodes often?” a soft, even, expressionless voice asks.

Echo turns his head and finds himself face to face with a Kaminoan lab assistant, large orb eyes blinking slowly, expectantly. Waiting. They had asked him a question.

“What?” he asks, shifting awkwardly where he sits on the end of a medical cot, metal legs dangling.

The Kaminoan sighs but repeats the questions. “Your night terrors. Do you experience these episodes often?”

“No,” comes the automatic lie, “I don’t have night terrors.”

“That is incorrect, CT-1409,” the Kaminoan refutes, “Our records indicate that you experience night terror episodes between two and three times per week.”

“What records?” Echo demands. He’s never confessed his nightmares to anyone, let alone a Kaminoan medical facility. The only ones who know that he wakes up some nights with a scream being torn out of his lungs are...

“We receive reports from Clone Force 99,” the Kaminoan replies coolly. “It is troubling that you would find it acceptable to lie about your condition.”

Echo’s mind is reeling. The Batch told them? They’ve been reporting to the Kaminoans all this time? He trusted them...

“It isn’t a condition,” Echo protests weakly. His mouth and throat feel like he swallowed sand.

“Fully functioning clones are resilient to mental and emotional disorders such a post-traumatic stress. However, seeing as you have been altered extensively by the Techno Union, it is understandable that your cognitive constitution has been compromised.” The Kaminoan turns away from him, picks up a syringe filled with a silvery blue substance.

Echo stares at it. “What is that?”

“The cost of treating your condition far outweighs the benefits,” the Kaminoan tells him. “Please lie back and remain calm.”

“You’re going to decommission me,” Echo breathes out. He doesn’t move to lie down, he can’t. Even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to die. “I need to speak with my commanding officer. CT-99...”

“There is no need,” the Kaminoan interrupts him. “Your commanding officer is fully aware of our decision.”

“No!” Echo shakes his head. “Hunter would not allow this. I demand to speak to him immediately.”

“You are Kaminoan property. Your commanding officer has no say. Please follow my request, or I will be forced to have you restrained.”

Echo wills himself to move, but it’s as though his muscles have turned to stone, heavy and unyielding. He can only watch in horror as the Kaminoan approaches him, puts a hand on his shoulder and pushes him back. The needle of the syringe glistens in the haunting white light overhead.

“It is a painless death,” the Kaminoan assures him.

“No, please,” Echo begs, and he realizes he is crying. “Please, I don’t want to die. Please.”

“You have served your purpose and are no longer a valuable or viable resource.” The pinch of a needle.

“Please...”

“Echo!”

The cyborg sits up with something between a strangled scream and a gasp. He is breathing hard, lungful after lungful of air doesn’t seem to be enough. A hand grips his bicep hard, and Echo pulls away wildly, swinging out with his scomp arm.

“Hey, hey, take it easy,” Hunter’s voice sounds startled, and Echo turns to see the Sargeant looking at him from several paces away.

“Stay away from me,” Echo chokes out, “Don’t come near me.”

“Echo,” Hunter soothes, “you were having a nightmare. You’re safe. You’re okay.”

“No,” Echo cries, “I’m not okay. I’m not!”

“Alright,” Hunter says.

Echo nods, still breathing hard. He can’t decide if his face is wet from sweat or tears. Maybe both. Either way, he rubs at his face with a shaking hand.

Hunter takes a step toward him, and Echo swallows, averting his eyes to the tangle of blankets only half covering him now. “Can I sit next to you, vod?” Hunter asks.

Brother.

Echo nods again, but Hunter still approaches slowly, like Echo’s a wounded animal about to lash out with teeth and claws. He kneels next to the bunk and puts out his hand, palm up. An offering. Echo takes it, gripping Hunter’s gloved hand so tight the fabric protests. “This is real,” Hunter murmurs. “You’re safe.”

“I’m safe,” the ARC echos softly. He sniffs. He is definitely crying. Kriff.

“This hasn’t happened in a while,” Hunter comments gently.

Echo tips his head back against the wall. “I thought I was getting better.” He glances at Hunter. “Did Omega hear anything?”

“Yeah,” Hunter admits, “she came and got me.”

Echo curses. “Hope I didn’t scare her too badly.”

“You didn’t,” Omega says from the doorway, her body pressed against the frame. “I was just worried about you.”

“I’m fine, kid,” Echo says. He releases Hunter’s hand and tries to wipe the dampness from his face again. “Just a bad dream.”

Omega smiles at him. “It’s okay if you’re not, though,” she says.

Echo blinks. Damn it. The kid was going to make him start bawling again. He returns her smile shakily but doesn’t trust himself to say anything, so he gives her a tight nod. That seems to be enough, because after another flash of a smile, she’s gone, called away by Tech in the cockpit, by design, Echo thinks distantly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunter asks.

Echo shakes his head, the residual emotions of betrayal lingering in the corners of his mind. That wasn’t real, he reminds himself firmly. This is real.

“Okay, that’s fine,” Hunter says. He stands up, puts a heavy hand on Echo’s shoulder for a moment, then follows Omega out of the room, leaving Echo alone.

He focuses on the sound of the ship around him, takes a steadying breath. This is real.

END

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Whumpril Day 28: "Let Me Know if You Need Anything." (Alt prompt 13)

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warnings: mentioned character death

Summary: After Tech's death Echo is trying to help the others how he can.

    Death is hard to handle, especially when it's the first time you've lost someone. Echo knew it was going to be difficult getting the batch through Tech's death. They had grown up together. He remembers the pain he felt when he lost Cutup, Droidbait, and Hevy so he knows how they feel. Not only that but he's grieving as well.

    Wrecker sat alone in his bunk and Hunter sat in the cockpit of the Marauder. Echo walked to talk to Hunter then to Wrecker to check on them.

    "Hey Wreck" Echo started.

    "Hey Echo" Wrecker spoke softly.

    "How are you doing?"

    "Fine." Wrecker made it hard to find a way to comfort him. He wouldn't talk about it. He wouldn't really do anything.

    Unsure of what to do Echo slightly turned around, getting ready to leave the room. "Let me know if you need anything."

    "I need Tech back."

    Echo stopped. "I know. But we can't get him back Wrecker, that's not how death works unfortunately." He walked back inside the room and took a set next to his brother.

    "I know that Echo."

    "I know you know.".

    "I need Omega and Cross back to; I need Hunter to calm down and breathe; I need to be able to help you all; I need to not feel this way."

    'Well that's a lot to unpack' Echo thought. "We can get Omega and Crosshair back-"

    "What if they're dead?" Wrecker interrupted.

    "We wouldn't know until we find them."

    "Hunter isn't going to calm down until we find them. What if they're gone? He'll never be okay."

    "Well Omega's Hunter kid. I know she's our sister but that's his little girl. He'll be okay. If they are gone he'll learn to cope. It'll be okay. And Wrecker, you're helping in small ways but still helping. You need to take care of yourself too."

    "Am I always gonna feel like this?"

    'he went down the whole list.' Echo was glad it went that way, easier to sort out. "No, not always."

    "Will I ever go back to normal?"

    "No. There will always be something missing Wrecker. But you will learn to keep growing. You'll be okay."

    "Okay."

    "Do you need anything?" Echo looked over at Wrecker.

    "Maybe a glass of water."

[happyecho]

Mama Echo doing Omega’s hair while she’s explaining her last dream (Gonky was a bounty hunter)

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Angstpril Day 2

Invisible Wounds

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Doomsday

Crosshair was following Wrecker and Omega to their bunks but pauses when he realizes Echo is hanging back. Hunter isn’t coming, and neither is Tech – likely to stay and watch the ship scans. Someone usually stays awake for that, just in case.

“Tech’s repairing my scomp before I join you,” Echo explains, approaching him.

That doesn’t answer the more important questions of what happened after he was captured. And knowing Echo, he will never bring it up. It doesn’t really matter, anyway, because it’s part of the past. The mission’s over. There’s nothing left to say about it.

But still, there’s a certain tenseness in him that wasn’t there before. It’s slight, but it’s unusual. Omega probably would’ve noticed, if she weren’t so visibly worn out. Usually, Hunter was the first to comment, but that was before. Now, they… all have to look out for each other, but not in the way they used to.

Now, it’s… mutual. It’s for more than their teamwork and is just as much about their lives.

Which was why Crosshair was so reluctant about going to Daro in the first place.

“It wasn’t his fault,” he offers finally. They all know that. He keeps telling himself that, but knowing and accepting are two very different concepts.

“You always knew him. I didn’t,” Echo reminds, “To think that… there was more to any of you that I didn’t understand wouldn’t be unreasonable.”

He can’t blame Echo for thinking Hunter willingly turned on them. None of them understood it at first. It just stayed… silent, hidden, until Bracca. In a way, it’s still hidden. It’s there, but they all pretend it’s not, that it isn’t still hurting. Because no one knows what else to do.

“I could see it when I saw him again, that it wasn’t his doing,” Echo continues, quietly, quiet enough that – hopefully – no one will overhear. “I always knew it wasn’t, even if it was hard to believe. It still is sometimes.”

No one wants to believe it, but it’s… the fact. “We survived,” Crosshair reminds. “Mostly.”

There’s something dark in Echo’s eyes now. “Yeah,” he agrees, turning away, “We did.”

With him, there will always be more. There is always going to be more that no one can truly understand, because that’s… how the regs are. And Echo will never truly explain what’s bothering him. Not as if there’s much he could say, anyway, because there are only so many words to describe what it must have felt like for Hunter to capture him and… no one knows the details, or ever will except them, but the fact that they’ve been pointedly avoiding one another’s gaze says everything that needs to be said. Everything that can be said.