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carrion-carry-on · 2 years
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Whumptober No. 25
Alternative No. 3 - Dazed and confused
I’m trying to think about where I want these prompts to go from here, and I think I might just say “screw it” and go with more OC content. This time, though, Star Wars. Just to sort of keep up with what I’ve been doing thus far. So keep an eye out for that I guess? Or close your eyes, if that’s not really your thing.
This fic centers on Echo. It’s meant to be jarring and confused (hence the prompt) and not make a lot of sense.
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All things considered the situation could be worse. At least he wasn’t bleeding. His legs didn’t bleed anymore. Not in the traditional sense. They just... leaked when damaged. Echo could vaguely recall Tech trying to explain it to him once. Some sort of synthetic fluid that helped promote conductivity and ease of movement. Maybe something about hydraulics? Or had that been about the Marauder? Whatever, he leaks instead of bleeds now. And he’s currently leaking all over the ground.
Echo can’t quite feel pain (real pain, phantom was another thing) from the multiple prostheses; his legs, his arm, parts of his head and back, hell even a few of his organs. There is however enough information to extrapolate what is damaged and what is not. Both legs have been pinned and are out of commission. His sconce arm is broken at the joint - he tries not to look at the awkward angle. Thoughts are a bit out of place, broken, confusing and he’s missing parts of recent events. He doesn’t remember how he got here.
He’s cold.
There’s been a significant change in temperature, that much Echo is certain of. It had been warm before whatever the hell had happened... happened. Now it’s cold all around him. And it’s not quite dark, but getting there. The sun must be setting. Where is he? The information doesn’t come back to him.
His head feels heavy.
Echo tries to feel, using his flesh arm, what is is that’s trapped him. It’s not familiar in the least. The durasteel - he’s guessing here - is worn and scratched. He’s in armor and can feel pieces of plastoid pressing in on his sides. Nothing punctured, not yet. Cold ground beneath him continues to sap his warmth and with it his strength.
He should do something about this.
Blearily, he raises his hand to his face and feels for the side of his helmet. There is no comm device there. And Echo remembers that this is not his standard issue armor. They’re deserters of the Republic, now the Empire, and have been taking odd jobs since. Partly explains what he’d doing here. So if it’s not on his helmet, where is it? He’s thinking hard, but damn if that doesn’t hurt.
He can’t think.
It hurts to think.
Maybe he can rest for a bit.
It doesn’t hurt to rest.
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ladykagewaki · 1 year
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Baby ARC Trooper Adventures Part 3
Baby ARC Trooper Adventures Part 1 Baby ARC Trooper Adventures Part 2 Baby ARC Twoopahs
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eclec-tech · 2 years
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Look at these eyes and tell me this dear soul of a character doesn't deserve everything. In his honor, all Echo content I post will henceforth go out at 14:09 local time.
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Is it just me or has Echo's voice gotten deeper in some clips?
In some scenes he sounds normal and then in others it's like his voice dropped or something. I mean I'm not complaining 🤭🫣 but he's gone kinda gravelly in places. 🤨
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hxdrostorm · 2 years
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Please don’t reblog this post, unless you’re a mutual!
@ct1409-echo​
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Shhh just let me post one cloneship art here
10/10 dynamic & trope
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rai-jauru · 2 years
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Fives and Echo sharing a laugh at 79's. This piece is for @firefly_dream_studio they requested a screenshot from Cowboy Bebop for the inspiration. Love the idea of the brotherly bond that Fives and Echo share and its similarities to Spike and Jet. 💜I am open for Commissions, if you would like to get some artwork done for yourself, please fill out the form in my bio💜 #clonewars #clonewarsart #clonewarsfives #clonetrooper #clonetrooperfives #CT-5555 #ct5555 #fives #arctrooperfives #arctrooper #starwars #starwarsart #starwarsclonewars #sketch #traditionalart #clonetrooperecho #ct1409 #arctrooperecho #echo https://www.instagram.com/p/CfjhR6DLCOr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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sebastianshaw · 2 years
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“I’m trying to get hit by lightning.”
"Try lying on your back with your legs in the air." @ct1409-echo
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dreamsofalifeold · 2 years
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😘 (gonna blow a cheeky lil kiss in Shy's direction)
Shy catches it in the air and pretends to put it in her pocket. Why? Honestly, I have no idea.
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hug-kiss-marry-kill · 6 hours
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carrion-carry-on · 2 years
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Whumptober No. 23
At the end of their rope - Tied to a table
And I’ve come full circle. This is another Bad Batch fic - from Echo’s perspective this time. I had a thought, while listening to the soundtrack, “what if he was awake for everything?” and things went downhill from there. This is a product of those musings.
Tw: awake for surgery (sort of anesthesia awareness), gore
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Within the bowels of the Havoc Marauder, its occupants slumbered. Fitful sleep plagued them all, the broken family, brother lost and sister found. Hunter’s entire body twitched. Wrecker tossed himself side to side. Tech fidgeted with his hands. Echo, however, was deathly still. Still, save for his eyes. Behind his lids, the cyborg’s eyes rolled rapidly. Small, scared noises - ones he would forever deny in waking hours - crept treacherously from parted lips.
Hell. He was in hell. His body was on fire, then cold in ice. Tatooine, Hoth. Places he’d never been, but wanted to see. With his brothers - his first brothers. Everyone’s gone... only one left.
Echo was back there again. He opened his eyes to blinding light, sterilized white. All thoughts of the others - his new family - melted away, as if they were nothing but a dream. A fantasy made by a wounded mind that tried to find comfort in something, anything.
The pain was mercifully dull at first, but that didn’t last for long. It never had. Tugging, sick and constant, at his legs. Trying to raise his hands, but finding only the left responded. Then the clinical claws that came down and bound him to the table. Crude, but effective metal shackles latched around his remaining arm, torso, and neck. Something tightens, somewhere, and pain flares up his right shoulder. He doesn’t know why he looks, but he does. He looks, sees, and with it comes the pain.
Charred fragments of skin clutch on, black against pallor white. A laser scalpel cuts viciously across that patch as he watches. Red, oozing, pulsing - alive, if barely. There is a pause in the scalpel, a minute shift in the intensity of the blade, and suddenly he feels something jolt up through the arm. Harder material falls with a clack into the waiting disposal plate below. Pain shrieks through him and out of him. He can’t scream. Smoke-damaged lungs and burned throat are no good for anything more than a desperate, quiet, pitiful wheeze.
Then they’re at his head, in his face. Why is this happening? He’s supposed to be dead, right? Something touches the back of his skull and he wants to pull away. The something tears through skin and bites through bone. Parts of him, wet, pliant, it peels away from him and he is flayed. Blood is hot and sprays in measured, yet rapid, pulses. Nothing else but the screams of agony. He’s meant to be dead.
Metal cinches into skin where holes are formed. It’s breathing and it’s red, but then it’s cold and it’s grey. More holes, in his head this time - he knows they’re there. He can’t see them, can’t feel them over the maelstrom that is his arm and his legs and his back, but he knows. A grinding sound. It shakes through his teeth and down his neck. He wishes he were dead.
When they move on from that, the days months years eons later, he tries to fight. It’s instinctive and his pain-addled mind cannot even comprehend why he does it, just that it hurts and he wants the hurt to stop right now stop oh force please make it stop-
It stops.
Everything stops.
The sounds - numbers, voices, demanding something of him, hurting if he doesn’t comply - it all stops. And they are there.
They are strange at first, strangers all with the same face, the same voice. They are all the same, but different somehow. Just like his other brothers. But these ones are different from even they.
Tech is the first he met. It had begun even before his rescue, when his younger brother had first patched his way into the system and requested Echo’s designation. CT-1409. Back then, Echo had gained a small sense of who this stranger was - who Tech was - but it’d been brief. Still, he couldn’t help the small, slight comfort that’d come with putting a person to the stranger’s presence.
Then they’d been moving. Different faces, different names. Captain Rex. No Fives...
Moving had been hard, especially at first. The pieces were all there, he just... had to figure out how they fit. He hadn’t walked in a while.
Wrecker was huge - Echo could faintly recall being apprehensive of him at first. But he was gently, too. Echo had learned that over many nights of drinking; no matter how much the bigger clone downed, he never harmed a hair on any of his brothers. He’d never want to.
Hunter was reliable and a steadying presence. The clone’s enhanced senses were valuable, but so was his sense of leadership. It was the type of commanding order that Echo needed whilst recovering.
Crosshair... Echo’s mind balked suddenly at the though of his missing brother. Crosshair snarling - Crosshair firing on them - Crosshair watching as they left him on Kamino...
Echo sat up, pulled from his sleep by memories. He didn’t have nightmares anymore, just nightmarish memories.
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ladykagewaki · 9 months
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Rex's Romance 2/3
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eclec-tech · 2 years
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Today, 14/09, is Echo Day! Here's a little ficlet in honor of the dearest clone to ever wield a scomp-link. I hope you like it!
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heavenseed76 · 1 month
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Fives and Echo when the hyperspace trip takes too long.
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hxdrostorm · 2 years
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“Do I look like some kind of candyman to you, trooper?”
@ct1409-echo​
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jltoystories · 2 years
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Echo, originally designated CT-1409, was a clone trooper and Corporal. Echo was originally identified as CT-21-0408, a cadet of the Domino Squad, then he was absorbed into the 501st Legion before eventually becoming a member of The Bad Batch. Follow for more daily Star Wars figure photography. . . . #echo #ct1409 #thebadbatch #501stlegion #dcompany #clonetroopers #starwarsblackseries #toyphotography #toypic_community #toypics #starwarspics #starwarsdaily #toyphotography #starwarsphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg9m2D5rjuf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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sebastianshaw · 2 years
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“It’s just a cruel reminder that I’m single and likely to remain that way forever.”
"You're not single. From what I understand, there's lots of you." Shaw that is. . . a horrible joke. . .
@ct1409-echo
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