Echo - Blog Posts
my opinion on echo: the series is AMAZING & doesn't deserve the unnecessary hate it got before it even came out
please please please make up your own mind & at least give it a chance before listening to those sad asses complaining about "another woman in the lead" or "wokeness"
Here's the final concept
Echo corrupted concept design ⚜
Maybe i'll add more details later, i got lazy
Echo corrupted concept design ⚜
Maybe i'll add more details later, i got lazy
Unexpected, but not unwelcome :)
I am much more of a coward than he is, and also significantly more naive, but I would love to have his confidence and trust in experience someday <3
Which Bad Batch Character are you?
Reblog and let me know who you got! No cheating!
(I got Omega 😊)
If you're still taking writing requests, how about "this is you thinking rationally?" for the Star Wars fandom?
Absolutely. Sweetness 😊 thank you for being my first request.
The siege is going fine, okay? Maybe their initial push had a higher casualty count then expected, and sure Obi-Wan’s reinforcements weren’t going to come for another several days. But Anakin isn’t worried. He has no reason to be worried, because everything is going fine. “Sir we lost the nineteenth battalion.” Rex reported. Dammit! Okay maybe things weren’t so ‘fine’ after all. In truth the plan was for his invasion force to have taken double as much ground has they have by now. They need to gain control of the valley and surrounding mountains or else Obi-Wan won’t have anywhere to land his ships. Anakin was loosing men to quickly, the droid opposition was heavier than he expected. “Hold position, Rex. We can’t back down now.” Not that they could back down, since the 501st legion was dropped here with no retreat plan. In other words they have no way off the planet. Anakin was wracking his brain to figure out how they were gonna win this. The valley was essentially a basin surrounded by midsize mountains. If certain choke points on the mountain range is held by republic forces they will have a highly defensible position to land the 212th legion and continue their ground assault. But the problem was these choke points were under droid control, which meant that Anakin and his men were sitting ducks fighting up hill. If only he could get the high ground… Anakin ducked behind cover to give himself a moments rest, he was getting tired. And his Padawan was almost certainly more so. “Master, do you have another plan? Because I don’t think this one is working.” Anakin knew Ahsoka was using a snippy tone to disguise her anxiety but Anakin couldn’t help but snap back. “Not unless the coke points move about two clicks behind us!” As soon as the words left his mouth Anakin had an idea. Why can’t he move the choke points them selves further down the mountains? And Anakin had an idea of how to do it. “Rex! Contact Admiral Yularen. Tell him I need four precision bombardments.” “Uhhh… right away sir.” Rex answered hesitantly, and started to retreat back down the mountain to make the call. Ahsoka, on the other hand whirled around with her eyes wider than tea saucers. “What? Are you insane?” She demanded. “Think about it rationally Snips. We can’t move any farther up the mountains, so we’re going to get rid of the rest of the mountain. Ashoka gawked. Her jaw opened and closed rapidly. But Anakin didn’t bother waiting for her to find her words. “Fives, Echo, Hardcase! You boys are with Rex. You’re gonna make a run around the enemy and place beacons for precision strikes three clicks past each choke point.” “Have you told him that, sir?” Echo asked over the blaster fire. “You can tell him.” Anakin answered. “This is ‘rational’ to you?” Anakin grinned at his young Padawan, she had only been assigned to him for a month now she had much to learn. Apparently his winning smile was not enough reassurance for her. Rex was coming back up the hill with a new back pack, which probably had the beacons in them. “Rex, are you sure this is a good idea?” She asked the captain, looking for reassurance.” Rex tossed the back pack to Fives. “ I trust the General.” “That did not answer my question.” Anakin decided to interrupt there. “Rex I need you to go with Fives, Hardcase, and Echo. They’ll fill you in.” Rex saluted and hustled off.
The 501st held out for another hour and a half before the bombardment began. Eight republic warships fired with computer precision at each beacon causing a chain reaction in the mountains. The other side of the mountains avalanched taking the choke points with them, creating new choke points behind Anakin’s men. The clones whooped and cheered. Ahsoka still seemed utterly stunned when it worked. Anakin decided to personally commemorate the clones who placed the beacons himself. Rex has earned himself some early shore leave. When Obi-WAN and his reinforcements arrived he looked at the mountains surrounding the valley and frowned. “I thought they’d be taller...” Anakin pretended not to hear him.
Seeing his neck makes me go feral!! 👀
✨️ This ✨️
That's it. That's the post.
A great way to start The Bad Batch Season 2 imo :)
I honestly love that Echo slipped and fell because he wasn’t looking straight.
Like he stepped wrong but didn’t see it coming since he was so worried behind him 😂
Accidents like these are human <3 Gives me comfort seeing that the Bad Batch are shown as humans and not always perfect.
Put him in rice.
He will be fine.
Hi all! I worked on my Bingo card right before the show started! Im attaching a blank version if y’all want to make your own :) *please tag me if you do so I can see your predictions!*
This was super duper sweet <3
who needs a reason? (Echo x Reader)
I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!
Notes: Mostly fluff, mentions of Echo's PTSD in regards to explosions, Echo's insecure about his appearance.
Wrecker's love of explosions was particularly evident as Cid enlisted his and Tech's help with the fireworks display. Echo, however, was a bit more tense concerning the whole thing. It seemed that every once in a while, everyone forgot that he had quite literally been blown up.
"What would you like to do for the new year?" you asked him.
Echo rested his chin on your shoulder, "I'd really just like to get some peace and quiet, cyar'ika."
You glanced around the Parlor. Cid had a couple distinguished clients visiting tonight, the kind that preferred to keep a low profile. She was throwing this New Year's party in order to help them blend in, which meant more work for the rest of you.
"You think they'd miss us for a couple hours?" You asked as you finished cleaning the last of Cid's drinking glasses. Omega and Hunter were unloading the last of the drinks behind the bar, and Ketch and Bolo were stringing up the lights.
"You'd better not be breakin' any of my glasses, sweetheart!" Cid snapped in your direction. You rolled her eyes at her usual irritability and set down the last of the glasses.
A couple hours later, the party was in full swing. Cid's Parlor was full of people you'd met once or twice during your time on Ord Mantell.
Wrecker had found someone he could rant to about the fireworks display he'd planned, and Omega listened with rapt attention. Ketch and Bolo's brawls over the slot machines were becoming a popular form of entertainment, and you and Echo were stuck serving drinks behind the bar.
Tech and Hunter approached you two, and Echo got them their usuals.
"Cid's friends?" He asked.
"In her office. She said to come out and see if you needed any help," Hunter took a long gulp.
"We've been doing alright-"
"We could use a break," You spoke over Echo, squeezing his arm. He looked at you in surprise, but Tech just nodded. Hunter winked at you, and you pulled Echo to the exit, up the stairs, and to the streets above.
It didn't snow on Ord Mantell. Too much pollution made the planet too warm for that, so you were met with a downpour of rain. Still, it was a welcome sensation to the heavy air of the Parlor, shut up below the ground.
"You are something," Echo shook his head with a chuckle, staring up into the rain.
"Hey, you're the one who said you liked me," You shrugged.
"Huh, I guess I did, didn't I?" With a devilish grin Echo wrapped his arms around your waist, yanking you off your feet and spinning you around and out to the center of the street, where you were both caught in the pouring rain.
You shrieked with delight, begging him to spin you faster and faster. He stumbled once, and set you down before you could trip and fall into one of the puddles nearby.
"Well, we're here now, what do we do?" Echo asked, taking both of your hands in his.
You looked up and down the empty the street. The rain prevented people from bringing their celebrations outside, and Wrecker might have to cancel his beloved fireworks display.
"We should head inside," You chuckled sheepishly. Strands of your hair were starting to stick to your face.
Hand in hand, the two of you ran through the rain to the Marauder, where you both changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat together on Echo's bunk.
"Think the others will come looking for us?" He asked. He was holding your hand again, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles.
"Who cares? Cid's people showed up, she won't mind."
Echo nodded, satisfied with your reasoning. You scooted closer, draping your legs across his lap and resting your forehead against his.
"You're so pretty," You whispered.
"Shut up," He chuckled immediately. You gently smacked his shoulder.
"I mean it!" You said.
Echo still chuckled, "Can you at least tell me what parts of me you think are pretty?"
You cocked one eyebrow at the challenge.
"Your loyalty."
Echo snorted. "My sense of loyalty...is pretty?"
"Hush," You hissed, "It's very attractive, and it totally makes me weak in the knees."
"Okay," Echo chuckled again, and his scomp arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.
"You don't take kark from anyone. You know your own value, and it's immensely beautiful."
"I thought you said I was pretty," He teased.
"You can be pretty and beautiful!" You insisted. You took his cheeks in your hands so that he could sense the weight of your sincerity.
"And your eyes," You said at last, tracing his cheekbone with your finger. Echo had no snarky comment for that one.
"They're so bright, so full of life. They're so warm, and they make me feel safe."
Echo's breath stuttered in his throat as he stared up at you. It was like he was seeing you for the first time.
Your nose brushed against his. "Do I need a reason to think that you're pretty?" you whispered timidly.
Echo's hand came up behind your neck, "Maybe not. But...it does feel good to hear it from you."
You ducked your head to hide a smile as your lips brushed against his cheeks, "I'll tell you anytime you want me to."
Echo hummed happily, "Thanks, cyar'ika."
A tinny chime echoed through the hold, and the two of you jumped up, worried that someone else had returned to the ship. But it was just the ship's chronometer, letting you know that it was officially midnight.
"Well, Happy New Year?" Echo laughed off his nerves.
"Happy New Year," You laughed, hiding for face in his chest for a moment. Echo gently tilted your chin upwards to look at him.
"Can I give you a kiss?"
"Hmm...do you need a reason for that one too?"
Echo shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face, "Never."
His lips claimed yours, and the only rumbling to reach your ears was the rain thrumming against the hull of the ship.
Only two more days until Bad Batch Season Two!
Bad Batch S2 watch party?
To whoever is reading this :) , I am thinking of hosting a watch party on January 4th (12am PST) .
There are ways we can do it
Disney+ watch party
Zoom
Would anyone be interested ?
I’m glad I’m not the only person who took a screenshot this clip 😂
I recorded it and played it in slow motion because Echo getting on has me going like “🤔🤪💕”
I already love this <3
For some reason the three of them perched on a box just really makes me happy. 😊
Source: Screenshot from the new Bad Batch teaser dropped by Disney
*sigh* 🖐 💳 💥 💳 💥
@shyranno I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!
YOU DESERVE THE MOST SUCCESS WITH THIS PROJECT 💕 💕
I forgot to share this here!! But since people have asked, I’m working hard to make physical Downtime copies a reality! <3 Was testing out a local printing company–still a long way to go! Some colour adjustments and format adjustment required… Plus I need an actual cover LOL
Request
Hello love! I’ve been enjoying reading your work over the past few days ☺️
Would you be able to write an Echo x Latina (brown) mid/plus size reader?
Echo and reader have been friends for a long time (reader is a part of the gang; and everyone sees them as a couple). Yet their insecurities prevent themselves from forming a relationship since they want the “best” for the other.
Somehow they do overcome their insecurities and end up together :)
Hunter is relieved 😅
Another thing I have never done yet 😅 I hope I can do this right for you, let me give it a try, sweetheart :)) You didn't really say if you wanted fluff/nsfw or suggestive. So I stayed fluffy with some soft body contact, hope that's okay.
Echo x Mid/Plus Size Latina Reader - Friends To Lovers
Fluff / Romance / Soft Body Contact
Sugar
"What's that supposed to mean now?"
Echo looked at Wrecker annoyed, he didn't like it when others interfered in his personal affairs.
Wrecker sighed and said, "Well, listen, it's obvious that you two like each other."
Echo waved it off and said, "It doesn't matter, she deserves better than me."
Hunter spoke up from the background, "Stop it Echo, that's nonsense."
Hunter came walking into the main room of the Marauder and looked at his brother reprovingly.
"Stop making yourself so small all the time, you're a great guy, a damn good soldier and an even better person. She likes you, you like her, that's actually pretty simple."
Echo sighed and straightened up.
"I don't know" he said uncertainly "I really do like her immensely and we are good friends, but if I take one more step now I could ruin it all"
The ramp opened, preventing Hunter from giving Echo an answer. Echo's heart almost stopped when he saw you come into the Marauder. You were wearing civi clothes, a breezy summer dress that gently hugged your wonderful curves, not too raunchy, but not entirely innocent either. Your tanned skin glistened a little from the lotion you always used and that he loved to smell.
His gaze wandered along your body for a moment, he loved your curves so much. But he hurriedly broke away, threw you a soft smile and walked past you to the outside. Crosshair was standing outside, he had accompanied you to get a few things. When he saw Echo come out he nodded silently at him.
"Did you get everything?" asked Echo.
"Most of it," Crosshair grumbled.
"Echo."
Your voice tingled under his skin. He turned to you and saw you coming down the ramp to the outside.
"Yes?" he said almost tentatively.
"Can I talk to you in private for a moment?"
He swallowed, his heart pounding in his throat, but he nodded and said, "Of course."
You were nervous, Echo was so incredibly cute and you liked him way too much not to be nervous.
"I've been thinking," you began and your heart wanted to run away from you, it was beating so fast in your chest.
He looked at you intently and his gaze felt like he was crawling into your soul to cuddle with it, Echo always seemed to you like he could just slip inside you and heal all the wounds that had ever existed inside you.
"About what, Mesh'la?" he asked softly.
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, Mesh'la, whenever he called you that you got all warm, you knew what it meant and it was so incredibly flattering and sweet.
"About you and me," you finally said, bolder than you actually felt.
His eyes grew wide.
"Oh... I, did I do something wrong?"
You frowned, wondering why that was the first thing he thought.
"No. I don't know why you think that but-"
"I know I stare at you a lot but I would never presume to approach you inappropriately or-"
You laughed softly and interrupted him, "No, no, no. Echo, what I wanted to say is.... I'm incredibly fond of you, maybe a lot more than I should be.... I don't know... I just wanted to get that off my chest and," you interrupted yourself, shrugging your shoulders helplessly.
"Please say something," you finally said softly.
Echo took a step toward you, his hand wandering to your cheek and gently nuzzling it.
His head came closer and with a soft sigh, leaned his forehead against yours.
Softly, gently, almost whispering he said," I'm crazy about you Sugar, so blown away. For a very long time I've had a crush on you, but we both know I'm different and I always thought.... I always thought you could never love someone like me."
You let out a stuttering breath. You'd always known he liked you, but you hadn't known how much. His confession seemed to take the air out of your lungs and at the same time give your heart wings.
"Echo," you spoke softly, "I want to be more than friends."
His lips came closer, but before they touched yours he asked, "Are you sure about that?"
"Perfectly"
His lips touched yours, warmer and softer than expected, tentative, gently testing, then more intimate, confident and finally demanding.
His tongue opened your lips and began to hunt yours, each velvety collision a firebrand in your neural pathways, a tingling in your belly that spread in warm waves.
As you both broke breathlessly from the kiss, his arm moved around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. His forehead leaned against yours again and he smiled with his eyes closed.
Behind you a clapping sounded and an exclamation that could only be from Wrecker. You obviously had an audience, but for the moment you didn't care, even though you felt heat rising in your cheeks again.
Feeling his arm around your curvy body was a bit of a shock at first, you were never sure if he could desire you, you weren't one of those girls the guys hung up as posters in their bunks, you were a bit roundish. But Echo pressed you so tenderly and lovingly against him that you forgot any self-doubt and could just enjoy the moment.
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Okay but on the upside, Crosshair and Omega bonding time?
Everytime I need to fake cry I think about Fives screaming for Echo at the Citadel.
So, I'm rewatching The Clone Wars and.....it is much more depressing the second time around.
"You showed me something today. You're exactly the kind if men I need in the 501st." - Rex ("Rookies")
I had a crazy thought today: What if Echo wasn't the only part of the Algorithm? What if the Techno Union had another person (Reader) hooked up at a separate location? They would have both Echo and Reader work together to solve complex strategic problems. What kind of relationship would form between the two, and what would happen after Echo was rescued?
“A Ghost in the Circuit”
Echo x Reader
The first time you heard his voice, it was distorted—filtered through wires, machinery, and pain.
“Who are you?”
You blinked through the sluggish haze of chemical sedation. The light above you flickered, casting your enclosure in sickly green. For a moment, you thought it was another hallucination. The Techno Union’s experimental sedatives had a way of blending reality with memory.
But the voice came again, clearer this time.
“You’re… not one of them.”
“No,” you rasped, throat raw. “And you?”
He paused. Then, quietly, like a truth long buried:
“CT-1409. Echo.”
That name—Echo—stirred something in the recesses of your mind. A ghost of a clone you’d heard rumored to be dead. Lost on the Citadel. But if he was here… then you weren’t alone in this twisted hell.
They Called It the Algorithm.
The Techno Union had no use for your body—just your mind. Your military experience, your understanding of Jedi tactics, your intuition. You’d been captured during a failed mission on Raxus, and while you expected torture or death, you hadn’t expected this: to be strung up like some living datastream, brain siphoned and cross-linked to an interface you didn’t understand.
They called it a miracle of modern war-efficiency. You called it a cage.
And Echo… he was the other half of it.
You weren’t in the same room—your pods were separated—but your minds were connected via the neural interface. Whenever they activated the system, your consciousness merged with his, just enough to collaborate on what they called “Strategic Simulations.” War games. Problem solving. Target prioritization.
You both knew the truth: they were using your combined intellect to predict Republic troop movements. Every algorithm you helped solve, every solution you helped generate, killed people you once called comrades.
“I hate this,” you whispered one day, during a low-activity cycle when the painkillers dulled your tongue. “I hate being part of this.”
A pause. Then his voice—steady but soft.
“So do I. But I think better when you’re here.”
You blinked. “…Thanks?”
“No, I mean it.” There was an awkward silence. “When I thought I was the only one… I was slipping. Couldn’t hold onto myself. But then you came. You reminded me who I am. Even in here.”
You swallowed, chest aching at the vulnerability in his voice.
“You’re not just a number, Echo,” you said. “You’re a person. And I see you.”
He didn’t answer right away.
“I see you too.”
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Over Time, a Bond Formed.
There were days the interface ran endlessly—your minds linked for hours, pressed together in shared thought. You knew when he was angry, when he was calm, when he wanted to scream. You learned the rhythm of his reasoning, the cadence of his sarcasm, the echo of grief.
You shared stories in the dead zones. When the machines weren’t listening.
He told you about the 501st. About Fives. About Rex.
You told him about the Temple, your Master, your reckless flying.
Sometimes, you joked about escaping together. About finding a beach somewhere.
“Too many clones for me to trust the ocean,” he’d mutter. “One tide shift and half of them are trying to build a battalion out of sand.”
You’d laughed, a rusty sound. It felt foreign in your throat.
But that laughter became a kind of resistance. So did your connection.
The Techno Union noticed.
They began separating your sessions. Isolating your minds. Severing the link.
The day they cut the neural tether entirely, Echo’s voice disappeared from your thoughts like a light going out. You screamed against the restraints, powerless.
He was gone.
Days Passed. Then Weeks.
You started talking to yourself. Pretending he could still hear. Whispering plans you’d never execute, memories you weren’t sure were yours anymore.
Your mind began to unravel.
Until one day, the alarm blared.
You jerked awake as the facility shook. Outside your pod, Skakoans ran like ants. The machinery sparked. Your interface glitched.
And in the flicker of emergency lights—
A face.
Metal and flesh. Scarred and beautiful.
“Echo?” Your voice broke.
His eyes widened. “You—”
And then the moment was gone. Soldiers stormed in behind him. A trooper in matte black and red—Clone Force 99, you recognized them in a flash—pulled him back.
“They have another one,” Echo shouted. “She’s hooked into the system—she’s part of it!”
The taller clone, Hunter, paused. “Where?”
“There!” Echo pointed. “Don’t leave her!”
You tried to scream, but the interface surged, flooding your mind with static. Your body spasmed. Everything went white.
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You Woke Up in a Medical Bay.
For a terrifying second, you thought it was still the Techno Union—until you saw the blue stripes on the armor around you.
The 501st.
And standing beside your cot, his Scomp link resting awkwardly against his side, was Echo.
Alive.
Free.
He looked thinner than you remembered. Hollow-eyed. As if he still didn’t quite believe it was real.
Neither did you.
“Hey,” you whispered, tears stinging.
He swallowed. “Hey.”
He crossed to you, hands trembling slightly as he reached for yours.
“I told them not to leave you,” he said. “I—I made them go back.”
“I knew you would.”
He laughed—a shaky, broken sound—and sat beside you.
“I thought I lost you,” he admitted. “When they cut the tether, I thought—”
“I know,” you murmured. “I felt it too.”
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. There was no need. You’d already shared your minds. Now all that remained was your hearts.
But Freedom Wasn’t Simple.
You were debriefed for days. The Jedi Council wanted answers. The Republic wanted data. Rex and Anakin debriefed Echo constantly, praising his resilience while ignoring the toll.
The 501st welcomed you cautiously. You weren’t a clone, not a general, just… someone in between. A survivor like Echo. A curiosity. A symbol.
The worst part? The silence between you and Echo.
Not intentional. Not cruel.
Just… fragile.
He was different now. Wary. Reserved.
You tried to reach him. But he kept walls up.
He still spoke to Rex and Jesse and the occasional whisper to Fives’ ghost, but you could tell—something had changed. Like being out of the system had broken something inside him.
One night, after lights-out in the barracks, you found him alone in the hangar.
“I miss the link,” you said.
He turned, surprised. “What?”
“I miss knowing what you felt. What you were thinking. Now… I don’t know how to reach you.”
His face twisted—pain, guilt, grief.
“I don’t want you to see what I am now,” he said. “I’m not the man you met in there. I’m more machine than—”
“Don’t say that.”
He looked at you, exhausted. “You don’t understand.”
“I do,” you said, stepping closer. “I was there. They took everything from both of us. But that connection we had? That wasn’t because of wires or data streams. That was real. And it still is.”
He stared at you like a drowning man seeing shore.
And then—finally—he let you hold him.
He didn’t kiss you. Not yet. The pain was still too fresh.
But when you curled into him that night, metal against flesh, scars against scars, you both knew: the war wasn’t over.
But you weren’t alone anymore.
Hi, me again! Could I request a comfort fic with either Rex, Fox, or Echo? This last week has been so hard with my depression- where everyday tasks, like getting ready for work, feel overwhelming. I love your stories; they are the literary equivalent of a mug of tea and a cozy blanket.
Thank you so much —it truly means the world to me. I really appreciate and am touched that my stories could bring a little comfort for you during a tough time. I hope the following is what you wanted and brings a bit of comfort xo
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“Safe With You”
Echo x Reader
The hum of the Marauder was a soft lull in the background, like a lullaby Echo had never known he needed. You sat curled in a blanket on the makeshift bench-seat of the ship’s common area, half-asleep but unwilling to move to your bunk just yet. It wasn’t just the nightmares. It was the quiet loneliness that always settled too deep in your bones after the lights dimmed.
Footsteps echoed—soft but mechanical—and you already knew it was him.
Echo always walked like he didn’t want to be noticed. Like maybe the durasteel in his limbs made him take up too much space. But to you, he never felt like too much. He felt like safety.
“Can’t sleep again?” his voice was a quiet murmur, meant for you alone.
You opened your eyes and gave him a small, sheepish smile. “Was just… thinking.”
He tilted his head as he sat across from you, his cybernetic hand resting on the edge of the bench. “Thinking, huh? Dangerous pastime.”
“Yeah, well, I’m known for my recklessness,” you said, trying to joke, but it came out thin.
Echo’s eyes softened as he looked at you, shadows under his own eyes betraying he hadn’t had much rest either. The war had ended, but peace still felt like a foreign language.
“I hate seeing you like this,” he said gently, glancing down. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
You blinked a few times. No one had said that to you in a long time. Not like that. Not like they meant it.
“I’m tired of being strong all the time,” you admitted, voice small. “It’s like… the second I stop, everything I’ve been holding up comes crashing down.”
Echo didn’t say anything for a moment, and then he stood—tall, quiet—and crossed to your side. He sat down beside you on your bed, shoulder to shoulder, warm despite the metal. Without asking, he pulled the blanket over the both of you.
You leaned into him, and he let you.
“You don’t have to hold everything up,” he said, pressing his forehead gently to yours. “I’ve got you.”
Your breath hitched, and when your hand found his— you felt the weight of the world ease off your chest, even just a little.
“I feel safe with you,” you whispered.
Echo smiled, barely there but real. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.
The silence between you wasn’t heavy anymore. It was soft—like a warm blanket pulled over the both of you, tighter than the one wrapped around your shoulders.
Echo leaned into the wall behind him, tugging you along with him so that your head rested just over his heart. It beat steady under your cheek, a gentle rhythm that grounded you more than you expected.
“I used to hate the quiet,” he said, his voice low, like he was afraid to wake the stars outside the viewport. “When I was in the Citadel, then with the Techno Union… silence meant something bad was coming. I’d brace for pain, or for someone to take another piece of me away.”
Your arms tightened around his waist, your hand resting on the seam where flesh met metal.
“But now,” he continued, fingers lightly stroking your shoulder through the blanket, “it’s different. Now it’s just… peace. You make the silence feel safe.”
You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded against him, letting his words settle into you like rain on parched ground.
A moment passed. Then another. Your breathing slowed, syncing with his. The last remnants of your anxiety started to unwind, like frayed threads being gently tucked away.
Echo shifted just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers—so gentle it made your eyes sting.
“I know I don’t have much to offer,” he murmured. “Not like I used to. But whatever I have left… you can have it. All of it.”
Before you could answer—before you could even think to—he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Slow. Reverent. Like a promise.
You closed your eyes and let it linger, feeling the way his lips trembled just slightly, like he was holding back all the emotion he wasn’t sure he deserved to feel.
“You’re everything I need,” you whispered against his chest. “You always have been.”
He held you tighter, letting out a breath like he’d been waiting a lifetime to hear that.
And for the rest of the night, you stayed there in his arms, wrapped in warmth, in safety, in the kind of love that didn’t demand anything but presence. The galaxy could wait.
For now, you were exactly where you belonged.
Echo x Old Republic Jedi Reader pt.2
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The ramp of the Marauder hissed as it lowered, groaning under the weight of exhausted boots and heavier egos. Smoke clung to armor plates and robes alike, the remnants of their latest skirmish still staining their clothes and lungs. But they were alive, in one piece, and Wrecker had already claimed that meant it was time for a snack.
“I told you,” Wrecker declared, stomping down the ramp with a grin that was a little too smug for someone who’d nearly face-planted during the evac, “nothing brings people closer than a near-death experience! Team bonding, baby.”
“Tell that to the squad of clankers you flattened like pancakes,” Tech muttered, adjusting his goggles. “They didn’t seem especially enthusiastic about our cohesion.”
Behind them, Echo trudged down with his helmet tucked under one arm, glancing behind him for you. His expression softened the moment his eyes met yours. You were brushing ash off your tunic and tucking your lightsaber back into your belt, brow furrowed in focus as always—but you felt his gaze and looked up with the smallest smile.
“Nice work back there,” Echo said, and though his voice was soft, it cut through the banter around you. “You saved my shebs. Again.”
You shrugged, trying to hide the way your heart jumped at the way he looked at you—like you were the whole kriffing galaxy. “You would’ve done the same for me.”
“I already have,” he said, voice low, his smile a little crooked. You bumped shoulders with him, rolling your eyes with a grin that gave you away.
Hunter, catching the exchange from the edge of the ramp, raised a brow. “You two always this obvious?”
“Oh, it’s worse than that,” Wrecker chimed in, loud enough to turn heads. “She’s totally his girlfriend.”
You froze mid-step. Echo’s expression twitched like his brain had blue-screened for a second.
“I—what—Wrecker!” he hissed, ears practically glowing red.
Wrecker threw up his hands, unbothered. “What? Everyone sees it! I mean, c’mon! They were making goo-goo eyes while taking down that tank together. That’s not ‘standard Jedi–clone operational procedure,’ that’s ‘save-the-galaxy-together’ couple stuff!”
Crosshair snorted from where he leaned against the ship. “You’re all idiots,” he said flatly. “That’s unrealistic. She’s not just a Jedi—she’s Old Republic trained. The whole code is sacred thing, remember?”
You gave Crosshair a look and stepped forward with arms crossed, voice cool and amused. “So you’re saying I can’t be both a warrior and a woman with depth?”
Crosshair stared at you for a moment, blinked once, and turned away. “Didn’t say that.”
Echo cleared his throat and stepped between you and the others, half-shielding you like instinct. “Can we not discuss Jedi doctrine like we’re gossiping in the barracks?”
“Oh, now he’s shy,” Tech said, tilting his head.
Wrecker grinned at you. “She didn’t say no, though.”
“Wrecker—” Echo growled, but you touched his arm, and he stopped short.
You looked up at him, just for a second. “Let them talk. We know what this is.”
Echo studied you—carefully, gently—like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked too fast. Then he nodded, just once. “Yeah. We do.”
The team fell into a comfortable rhythm after that, still teasing, still tossing back jabs and laughs, but it all faded a little in your periphery as Echo walked beside you. And maybe the Jedi code was sacred. Maybe there were rules. But as the sun dipped low over the landing pad and he smiled down at you like you were the one thing anchoring him to this chaotic galaxy, you weren’t thinking about rules.
You were thinking: Maybe we can survive this. Together.
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The stars outside the viewport blinked like distant memories. The Marauder hummed with its usual low thrum, the rest of the squad either asleep or pretending to be. It was one of those rare, fragile moments—when the galaxy felt like it was holding its breath, just long enough for two people to realize they weren’t alone in it.
Echo sat on one of the benches in the common room, armor stripped down to the basics, a cup of something warm in his hand. You stepped in barefoot, robes loose and hair still damp from a rushed rinse, like you were shedding the battlefield piece by piece.
He looked up. “Couldn’t sleep either?”
You shook your head, padding over to sit beside him. The silence between you was companionable, soft. You both knew how loud your thoughts got at night.
After a while, you pulled something from the inner pocket of your robes—a small, weathered talisman on a leather cord. Gold and deep bronze etched with faint runes, worn smooth by time and touch. Echo tilted his head.
“What’s that?”
You held it between your fingers for a second, then placed it gently in his hands.
“It’s… old. Really old,” you said. “It was given to me when I became a Padawan. Back long before the war, before the Jedi and the old Order became a memory. My master said it would keep me anchored. It’s seen every part of my life since—battlefields, meditations, exile, heartbreak, my Millenia long carbon freeze prisonment.”
Echo turned it over in his hand, thumb brushing the ancient symbols. “Why are you giving it to me?”
“Because I don’t think I need to be anchored anymore,” you said, voice quiet but sure. “Not in the past, anyway. You remind me that I’m still here. That I still get to be here. And if anyone should carry a piece of where I came from into the future… it’s you.”
His fingers stilled. He looked at you like you were some impossible thing—like someone who should’ve been gone centuries ago, yet was sitting beside him, breathing the same air, bleeding in the same war.
“I don’t know what to say,” he murmured.
You smiled softly. “Just don’t lose it.”
Echo slipped the talisman over his head carefully, reverently, and tucked it under his chest plate. When he looked back at you, there was something heavy in his eyes—something like wonder, something like love.
“You always talk like you’re a ghost,” he said. “But you’re not. You’re flesh and blood, and you’re here. With us. With me. You don’t have to drift anymore.”
Your heart caught. You reached up and brushed your fingertips against his jaw, and he leaned into it without hesitation.
“I don’t feel like a ghost when I’m with you,” you whispered. “I feel… alive.”
Echo leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his breath warm. “Then let’s keep it that way.”
And in the stillness of the Marauder, with the stars watching in silence, it felt like maybe—just maybe—the galaxy wasn’t all war and death and shadows.
It could be this, too.
It could be you and him.
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Part 1
Being with you
I felt human agin
But in that moment
There was foreign blood
Pumping in my veins
So I scream out
Feeling raw inside
“I deserve to be loved!”
And listen for the echo
To return from the empty
So it can remind me
That I am
Alone
sometimes, i wonder, what if mr e was harumi's only friend?
Sure, she had UV and Killow and the rest of the S.O.G gang, but sometimes, I just want to hc that Mr. E was the only one Harumi really, actually, opened up to.
So this hc is just that they were besties bc she rescued him from the lighthouse and he didnt judge her at all so she found him easy to talk to.
and the rest of the s.o.g werent rlly her friends, they just wanted garmadon back
( Vocaloid original) Echo (Gumi) by Crusher-p
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