Hi All! I Worked On My Bingo Card Right Before The Show Started! Im Attaching A Blank Version If Y’all

It was way funnier before i draw it.

@kaydear what have you done to me??? their always in my head, I aint free no more.

Echo and Reader are having a moment (hugging and talking softly)

Hunter and Tech are looking at them with proud and loving eyes. As Wrecker is walking towards them, Hunter’s spidey senses flare up. He has this feeling that Wreckers enthusiastic volume will kill the mood for Echo and Reader.

Hunter without thinking , jumps and slams himself onto Wrecker preventing him from breaking up the lovely couple.

Bonus: Tech runs and tries shush Wrecker

I think that scene between Hunter and Echo in ep 1 is the first time Echo has had that much dialogue in one go.

HE HAS WORDS! ACTUAL WORDS!

It really makes me think about how much he was underutilised in S1 because even rewatching it I'm just like

HE HAS WORDS!!!

Echo and Tech -YouTuber Edition

I don’t know if y’all do this 😭 but do you ever see YouTube videos and put in certain characters into the vids 👀 (I may need help)

Either way, I’ve watched Chris and Andrew for quite a long time and couldn’t help but think that Echo is Chris and Tech is Andrew.

If you haven’t seen them, please do cause they make me laugh so much!!!!!

Here is a vid of Tech and Echo (imo)

Been thinking about Echo’s robo legs and was wondering if you’d do something with him and reader. Maybe discussing how he had to learn to be more careful walking, though he still sometimes trips up, if there are any receptors (nerve or muscle) and if he can feel them. Perhaps reader gives him some gentle love (kissing and cuddles? Maybe thigh massage to help with aches?). Basically soft, kissing, cuddle, care, with humor thrown in to lighten the mood. Please and thank you if you decide to write anything. Have fun as always.

Aloha!

That's an interesting idea! I hope I got that right 😅

Echo x Reader One-shot - Man And Machine

Fluff/Comfort/Slightly Suggestive

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It happens suddenly and unexpectedly. Echo is in a hurry, on his way back to the Marauder. He is already on the lookout for you and quickens his steps when he sees you, with a smile on his lips. Then it happens, it's just a small bump, hardly worth mentioning really, but it throws him off balance. Echo stumbles and unexpectedly falls to the ground at a rapid pace, just barely catching himself on his arms to avoid landing on his face. He curses softly, growling to himself, and for a moment he stays like that. Echo would like to sink into the ground and disappear, but this has to happen to him in front of you, of all people. He hears fast footsteps approaching and knows that you are hurrying to him because you are worried, kind-hearted as you are. Echo sighs softly and slowly straightens up. He's back on his feet and patting down his gear when you reach him. "Echo. Are you okay? What happened?" He mumbles softly with a wry smile, "Well, I tripped." "Did you hurt yourself?" "Just my pride," he says with a sigh. You breathe a sigh of relief. This gesture puts a smile on his lips, it's a nice feeling for Echo to know you care about him. You sit down on a bench near the Marauders, where Echo checks his legs for damage. Thoughtfully, he says more to himself than to you, "Maybe I should ask Tech to check the prosthetics." He looks back up and immediately notices something is on your mind. "Are you okay, mesh'la? You seem so thoughtful." You glance at him from the side and say quietly, "You know I'm very curious." Echo raises his brows in amusement and replies, "Indeed." You chew your lower lip uncertainly for a moment before saying, "Can I ask you something rather personal? Something we haven't talked about before?" Echo straightens up in his seat in surprise and looks at you intently. "You can ask me anything, Mesh'la." You hesitate for a moment, but then ask, "Can you feel your legs?" Echo looks at you questioningly. "You mean the prosthetics?"

You nod. "Um, no, not exactly. When I- was rebuilt, my brain was also partially altered, chips put in, artificial neural pathways put in, neural emitters and receivers. My prosthetic legs are linked to that. So I perceive them, I can coordinate them, but feeling is different." Thoughtfully, you look down at his legs and gently touch the metal knee. "So you don't feel that?" He shakes his head. "No. However, if you were to cut my legs with a lightsaber, for example, the artificial receptors within the prosthetics would register it, I would know what is happening even if I didn't feel it. However, this perception does not equate to a feeling, no pain, no tickling, itching or anything like that, it is just.... registered," with a smile he adds, "But as you know very well I have other parts of my body that are very sensitive." "Does it hurt sometimes? I mean the rest of your legs that are still there". He nods slowly. "Quite often, actually. I cramp up sometimes because it's hard to coordinate my steps, as you saw today" "Your thighs cramp?" Again he nods. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I could always massage your thighs at night," you suggest. Echo smiles, but before he can say anything back you hear Crosshair sitting on the Marauder's ramp, who you hadn't noticed before, say, "You want to massage his thighs?" with an amused look at Echo he adds, "Good luck not getting a boner every time she does that. A good thigh massage can be pretty damn sensual" Echo stiffens a little, you see his cheeks flush slightly. "Would you please stay out of this conversation" Echo grumbles. You say with a wry smile, "I wouldn't mind if that happened". Echo's cheeks get a little more color. Crosshair rolls his eyes, "Get a room, idiots in love."

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Avi and Thorn's first meeting!! Poor Thorn was DOOMED. And Fox isn't helping with his teasing 😂

Avi started working with medical clinics at the start of the Clone Wars, and Thorn was one of the troopers assigned to protect the clinic from gangs like the Black Sun!!

Additionally, someone sweet on IG dubbed it!!

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CN4BhlHg6ug/?igshid=p23y2icpu1pa

a small detail i like from the new s2ep1 of the bad batch is the difference in philosophy between echo and hunter

hunter looks out for his squad and his squad alone. they’ve always been his squad (aside echo & omega) and the only group he truly needs to care for. he focuses on his batch having a good life

echo however is a reg. he was bred for large amounts of companionship and his trauma at the hands of the separatists makes him much more caring for those he doesn’t know because he doesn’t want others to experience what he went through. he focuses on the good life of the collective over himself and therefore his squad

idk. i’m probably over analysing but i like it (:

This is so beautiful 🤩

Ever wondered how Crosshair got his name?

The Professor's Crush

Follow up to this wee story. Might be more installments. Do not know.

No content warnings (for now!)

Word Count: 1.2k

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Looking after Omega on missions didn’t last long. The Marauder doesn’t need the extra weight, Hunter said. Our missions are very dangerous, Tech added. We cannot in good conscious put an untrained individual in such circumstances.

Little Omega still went every time because even a skinny maybe-teenager was tougher than a university professor who’d spent with her nose in books and art. With nowhere to go and no one to go to, the Trandoshan woman who seemed to be their employer took you in, allowing you to work as a bartender and waitress in her cantina and provide a place to sleep.

Since she was doing a favor, you’d agreed to work for tips rather than a wage. However, Cid was very skilled at keeping tabs and quickly accounted the debt for her hospitality. Half of the tips were taken for what she called your upkeep, which was a narrow, threadbare cot in a supply closet and a meager, self-cooking dehydrated meal twice a day.

When they were around, one or two of the boys would often ask to join the daily stroll and insist on sampling snacks together from this or that place, giving a reprieve from Cid and the cantina. It was obvious they were living hand to mouth as well and you were so grateful for what they were able to share.

In these walks, their varied personalities slowly became known.

Hunter was usually exuded a mix of annoyance and concern while pointing out what was a potential danger and how to avoid it. Wrecker and Omega always joined together and were excited about everything. Tech shared facts about things and species encountered along the way. He was extremely helpful in acclimating to Ord Mantell and never seemed to mind your questions, often appearing eager to answer and engage in a discussion. Surprisingly, you and Tech were becoming friends.

Echo spoke quietly. He’d ask about your work at the university or the books you’d written and the art you’d made. You’d steer him to something interesting that had been discovered or something you found unexpectedly beautiful in this harsh place.

His presence was the most comforting and, as time went on, the time together felt more like dates even though it was simply friends out for a walk. That thought was pushed out of mind every time it swam up, which was becoming more frequent. Still, your gaze lingered along the curves of his face and plush lips and eyes that felt like an endless, warm lake.

You wanted so badly to ask what had happened to give him robotic limbs and the rivets. But his wide golden-brown eyes often looked so morose, and you couldn’t bear the thought of asking him to relive it just to indulge curiosity.

You were falling - had fallen - for Echo.

*

“How about a bet?”

The man smiled lasciviously while shuffling cards, eyes sliding down the embarrassingly low-cut neckline of your halter top. Business had been slow in the cantina today and tips were so few that after Cid took her cut, you may as well be left with nothing. Flirting usually got a few extra credits out of guys like this.

“Hmm,” you mused, dropping your elbows to the bar and leaning forward to give him a good look, pretending to consider the proposal. “What do I get if I win?”

“Every credit I have on me,” he said.

“Which is only enough for half a carton of Martell Mix, I’m sure.”

“A lot more than that, girlie,” he grinned, reaching out to run a finger along your bare shoulder. “And if I win—"

“Her shift is over. I’ll take it from here,” Cid interrupted. How could such a lumbering person sneak up so quietly? “If you’re looking for a card game and a bet, I’ll take you up on that.”

The man’s jaw clenched, narrowed eyes flicking over to skate up and down your form. He slammed credits on the bar and left, grumbling.

“Cid, how am I supposed to save anything to get out of here if my tips keep getting poached?”

“Find a hustle like everyone else.” She crossed her arms. “But if that’s the hustle . . . I don’t want people thinking this is a house of ill repute, if you catch my meaning.”

“It was just flirting and an eye-full,” you snapped. “Nothing would have happened.”

She let out a heavy sigh and shake of the head.

“Ord Mantell isn’t a safe place. Who knows what’s following when you go for those little walks. I don’t care, but for some reason Omega and the boys like you,” she pointed out. “They make me a lot of dough and I’m not gonna risk losing that because some hoity-toity twit got jumped on my watch.”

*

Echo had joined in your daily walk again and you were both seated in the windowsill of the secluded little alcove that had been found together that gave a lovely view of sunrise and sunset or the night sky. A place you never shared with his brothers or sister.

He’d been silent during tonight’s walk, fidgeting with a datapad. Still silent in this place you saved for him.

“I’d like to talk with you about this,” he finally said, handing over the datapad.

You gasped.

It was one of your books.

“Echo . . . you read this?”

“Yes.” The quickest fleeting smile whispered along his face. The first you’d ever seen. “And I have some notes.”

*

“We should head back,” Echo said after a bracing discussion of the book. It felt so good to defend your work again and engage in good-natured, animated debate. It took effort to not be distracted by the way his hand would go to his forehead or his brow would furrow. In the end, it came to a friendly disagreement to be let go.

Honestly, you knew that book sucked.

Echo rose and took your hand to help you up from the windowsill. The help wasn’t needed but the act was sweet and no one had ever done it before.

Both stood unmoving, hand in hand, looking everywhere except each other. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Echo?”

He looked down, eyes meeting yours. Stars, his eyes were so deep and held the thousand stories that had brought him here to this moment. To you.

Tentatively, you brought a hand to his face and paused before making contact.

“Is this alright?”

He nodded.

You cupped his cheek and felt a pang of sadness at his shudder upon your touch. His left arm ghosted along your back to settle in the middle, unsure of going further. Self-conscious about the cybernetic arm. Self-conscious about all his cybernetics.

You were unbothered and guided the cybernetic arm to encircle your waist then wrapped yours around him and fell into his chest, feeling every rivet and wanting to relieve him of all his troubles. After a few minutes and still locked in each other’s arms, you pulled back to look at him. He angled his face down to yours so close.

“Is this alright?” he asked, lips so nearly brushing yours.

“Yes.”

The kiss.

Wolffe 🐺🖤