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Behold, the Domino Twins

Absolute finest troopers!

we don’t talk enough about how fucking strong echo is. Like he makes the tough decisions when no one else is willing to speak up. He’s incredibly brave even in the face of adversity AND he confronts leadership when he thinks they’re doing something wrong or not making the right decision. He is the perfect example of having core principles and morals, sticking to them no matter what and fighting for them so others have the same chances of survival as he does.

Echo is fucking GREAT.

As you should.

I have decided that 1. Plan 99 sucks and 2. this episode is not canon.

Everyone lives happily ever after on Pabu.

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

Wet - Tech first kiss

Title: Wet Summary: Tech doesn’t want to leave the planet Navya lives on, knowing they won’t ever go back there unless there is an incentive. So, for once, Tech follows his heart – after a little nudge from Echo, of course. CW: None! Tags (if I ever upload to Ao3): fluff, romance, Tech x female OC, no experience Tech, cause I mean do clones have experience??, first kiss, kiss in the rain

Echo sat down with a grunt before leaning back casually. It was silent in the Marauder now, unlike a minute ago when, for the first time in everyone's lives, Tech had argued with Hunter.

Tech was calm, collected, and would usually follow orders when given. If not, he would have a proper, calm, explanation for why an order was not logical, and Hunter would agree.

This time, Tech had no logical explanation. He had thrown some big words out in a painfully obvious attempt to sound like he had a logical explanation, but Hunter hadn’t bought it.

“That was intense,” Echo commented, earning nothing more but a ‘hm’ from Tech, occupied with data on his data pad.

Or, he looked like he was, but Echo could see him just scrolling mindlessly, eyes not taking in any information.

Echo thoughtfully hummed, a knowing smirk appearing on his lips.   

It was not like it had been a proper argument, really. Hunter had seen through Tech the second they had met with the locals. And Hunter had seen through Tech now too. What most likely had bothered Hunter was that it was getting in the way of their ability to complete their job. Their credits were running out, and they would have to refuel the Marauder soon, not to mention eat.

“So…” Echo hummed, wondering what approach to take. Hunter had taken the ‘annoyed’ approach. Wrecker was clueless. Omega too. So it was up to Echo to sort this out now. “Since when does a little rain stop a skilled pilot as yourself?”

Momentarily, all one could hear in the cockpit was the loud, consistent white noise of rain bashing against the hull. ‘A little’ rain was an understatement. It was quite literally pouring down out there, as if someone had opened a water balloon that let out endless supplies of consistent water. It forced one to squint your eyes and breathe through your mouth.

It was bad.

Normal, apparently, to the locals, who had warned them – but the warning had been more to make sure they dressed Omega in warm clothes, not to warn them that they couldn’t take off.

One could fly through rain, even this rain.

“As I mentioned, it would impede the engines’ ability to-“

“Yes,” Echo interrupted with a roll of his eyes, “so you said. Repeatedly.” Echo smirked when Tech looked away from his data pad to offer a stern look to Echo. “You might have been able to fool Wrecker, and you know… I do think Hunter is a little conflicted on whether you were truthful or not. But me? I’ve worked on those engines just as much as you. They can manage. And you can fly through it.”

Tech remained quiet. But his eyes also remained glued on Echo.

No words were said, but Echo still mellowed down. “Why don’t you just go to her.”

“No. I mean…” Tech cleared his throat and finally looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure.” Echo leaned forward, trying to catch Tech’s gaze but failing. “Tech. Maybe you’re not even sure of why you’re lying, or whether you are lying. But I am sure about one thing. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it because you don’t want to leave.”

“It would be difficult to navigate through the rain,” Tech simply stated.

“Difficult but not impossible,” Echo said with a knowing smile.

“Something… else might be impossible.”

So he was aware.

Curious.

“I am not…” Tech turned to glance at his friend and brother, knee nervously jumping up and down, “naturally inclined toward showing feelings.”

“You have them though.” Echo leaned back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever is making you lie to Hunter, even yourself… access it. Decrypt it. And listen to the code.”

Nervously, Tech pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, leg continuing its nervous movement…

Then it clicked.

He stood, giving Echo one last glance that looked mildly grateful, before leaving the cockpit.

Echo smiled.

…

“But it’s raining!” Hunter had closed himself off from the others to try and calm down. He was not angry, nor had this been a proper fight between him and Tech. It was just that he was a little oversensitive, and when he himself had raised his voice, he had accidentally triggered himself.

Sharpening his knife in a quiet, dark room was his way to calm down.

But the closed door didn’t shut out all sounds from the rest of the ship. Especially not to someone with heightened senses. And he easily heard the faint beeping of the ramp being lowered to the outside along with multiple questions thrown around in confusion.

Standing, he left his dark compartment to investigate, a protective mode on.

“Where are you going?” Hunter asked with wide eyes.

With the ramp opened, the bad weather outside was obvious: darkness that made it difficult to see past your own feet, and rain slashing down on you if you left the comfort of a ceiling above your head.

He had to raise his voice again just to be heard over the noise of rain, but his need to protect his squad overpowered his sensitive sense.  

Everyone watched as Tech lifted the hood of a cloak that would do nothing in this weather over his head before saying: “The impossible.”

“What?” Wrecker and Omega watched with bated breaths whether this would become another fight. But then Hunter mellowed down. “Tech, at least tell me where you’re off to.”

Tech did nothing more but stare at his leader. “I’ll be back shortly.”

“Tech.” Tech paused one last time at his leader’s call. “Say hello to Navya for us.”

Tech blushed furiously, earning a smirk from Hunter before he granted the man an approving nod…

…

The darkness this storm brought with it did nothing to stop Tech from getting to Navya’s house. He had memorized the way the second he had first laid eyes on Navya, hoping that nothing would ever happen to this little village for him to have to use that knowledge and protect her.

He knocked on the door. Lights were on inside, and more turned on as Navya made her way to the door. Opening it, she already looked surprised as no one was out and about in this weather, and definitely not to go visit her. She sold technology, either in parts or made whole, and no one was quite interested in that when it rained.

“Tech?” she asked, lifting a lantern to get a better look. Her eyes widened, mouth forming an ‘o’ in surprise. “Tech! What are you doing?”

Too shocked to move, Navya stayed in the doorway. That was alright. Tech had no intention to go inside. That felt… improper.

But he couldn’t leave this planet without at least…

Admitting his own improper thoughts.

“Navya.” Water flowed down his face, seeping through the cloak and into his armour. Despite his enhanced DNA, he would feel a little off the next day from letting his body temperature fall. It was worth it though. “We are leaving.”

She blinked in confusion. “I know that, Tech. We said goodbye.”

“No, we didn’t.” Tech was well aware that that would confuse her even more. They had, in fact, shared a very proper goodbye. He had even waved at her from across the room.

She had smiled… She had stopped herself from walking over. And her smile had wavered and disappeared upon the realization that they wouldn’t meet ever again.

It had been a goodbye.

But not one he wanted.

“Not… Not as I would have liked it.” Tech cleared his throat.

“Tech, you should come inside-“

“I will be fine. This won’t take long.” He cleared his throat again. It wouldn’t take long if he could just get the words to come out. “I wanted to say goodbye.” Dammit. “But not a goodbye.”

Oh he wasn’t sounding very smart right about now. Maybe decrypting those pesky feelings he felt had made him download a virus.

But he wasn’t a droid. He didn’t even have parts on him.

He was human, and deep down past the intellect and awkwardness that came with being hyper aware of everything but emotions, especially his own, he knew that it wasn’t a virus, just a nervous stutter as his heart fluttered in the presence of her.

“I wanted it to be a goodbye lacking the outcome of us never seeing each other again.”

She stared in shock. “That would require the variable of your team coming back. That variable doesn’t exist.”

“Not without any other jobs bringing us here,” Tech agreed with a nod.

“This is such a remote place, you won’t come back.” Her gaze fell to the floor in pain.

“Wrong.” Tech adjusted his goggles awkwardly. “I can be the variable impacting the equation so the solution becomes different.”

Blinking in surprise, Navya stared at him once more. “How?”

“Like this.” Tech stepped forward once. “May I have permission to kiss you?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. But it was a good surprise. She had wanted to ask that question herself for a few days now. “Yes. You have permission.”

It momentarily looked as though Tech hadn’t thought he would get the permission, pausing to let his gaze flicker down to her lips questioningly. But then he leaned down, water trickling from his hood down onto her face as he pecked her lips once.  

That was it.

Just a quick peck. He’d seen people do that, but he had never studied it further. To do so would be creepy, and the data pads along with any information clones were given about humanity held very little info on physical contact.

She, on the other hand, had lived a full life. So when Tech stepped away again, out into the rain, she wasn’t satisfied with just the one little peck. She followed him out into the rain, immediately getting drenched, reached her hands up to his cheeks and pulled him in for a proper kiss. A deep one.

And two kisses.

And three.

It ended with a fourth, gentle, kiss to the side of his lips. At some point he had felt his body react naturally and had kissed her back, but he hadn’t been aware of his hands finding their way to her hips.

Yet, there they were.

And he smiled down at her, face red and heartbeat no longer stuttering, but beating with a radiating warmth that made him forget it was raining.

…

“So?” Echo sat back down in the cockpit, staring at Tech as he prepared the ship for take-off.

It was still pouring down outside, but Tech had finally come to his senses that the ship could handle the weather, and that his flying capabilities were good enough to navigate through the storm with ease.

The others sat down in the cockpit too, Hunter helping Omega strap in.

Just in case.

“So, what?” Tech asked innocently.

“How was Navya?” Echo asked.

Wrecker leaned forwards, an eager grin on his lips. Hunter and Echo had explained to Wrecker, and Omega in less detail, what was going on with Tech.

Obviously, now that Wrecker knew, he needed the full details.

Tech glanced to Echo, pausing his actions momentarily. Then he turned to catch even Hunter waiting impatiently, though the leader pretended he wasn’t doing so by pulling out his knife to play with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With a groan, Wrecker grabbed a hold of Tech’s chair and shook it impatiently. “Just tell us! Did you kiss her?”

Omega giggled at Tech looking rather rattled.

“I do believe that is none of your business,” Tech stated.

“That wasn’t a no,” Echo teased.

“We had a discussion that I should…” Tech glanced back at Hunter, who had stopped playing with his knife to listen in. He caught Tech’s gaze and tilted his head curiously. “That I should visit. From time to time.”

Hunter smiled and nodded his head in understanding.

“So how was it!?” Wrecker shouted. “The kiss!?”

Tech rolled his eyes. “It was…” He thought about it for a bit. “Wet.”

“Too much information,” Echo groaned.

“Why was it wet?” Omega asked innocently.

“Because-“ Tech went to reply, well aware that this was innocent enough to explain to a child. It had just been a kiss or two or three in the rain.

The others, however, had other things on their mind.

Very improper things.

They shouted out a quick ‘NO!’ to Tech, who looked around in confusion together with Omega.

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Author’s note: Some fluff between the smuts and what is more than likely going to be the first part of an ongoing series of loosely tied together Echo one shots because I love him and have zero self control. The planet in this is loosely inspired by the CCSD footage for season 2.

Summary: Omega decides to play matchmaker.

Relationships: Tbb!Echo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None really, other than Omega being a little devil and some fluff

Words: 2227

Echo had spent time on planets of pretty much every common climate one could think of. Though out of them all, tropical planets would have to be his personal favorite. He never had the time to enjoy it when he was part of GAR, but now that he did...

The sound of water hitting against the beach, rustling of tropical plants in the wind, and that fresh smell of seawater. It was pleasant, unlike the constant pouring rain and storming he’d gotten so used to on Kamino. Part of him had considered taking a dip in the ocean, though he wasn’t quite sure how exactly his menagerie of cybernetics would react to the salinity in the water.

They also had far more important things to do than trot around like this was some sort of vacation, even though he’d caught both you and Omega dipping your feet in the water twice already. Tech had scolded the two of you saying there was multiple carnivorous creatures in the water of the planet and to get out, though you were both pretty sure he was just upset you were just taking a break.

Echo had actually just spotted the two of you quickly drying off your legs and admiring some shells you’d both picked up, and Echo decided to keep quiet and help you avoid Tech’s ire. Hunter is fixing one of their blasters while Wrecker is attempting to bench increasingly heavier and heavier crates. Meanwhile Tech is working on a personal project, while also looking over whatever study material he’d given Omega awhile back.

Overall things just feel, nice.

For at least five minutes it doesn’t feel like everyone is hot on their heels, trying to gun them down the minute they have the chance. Echo is just relishing in the time to just breathe.

At least until you’re no longer the one keeping Omega entertained, and she wanders her way to him while he’s halfway underneath the Marauder’s control panel in the cockpit. She peers around attempting to see what he’s doing, and Echo takes a glance to see her standing there. The bottoms of her trousers are wet, from where the waves lapped higher than expected.

“Has the ‘carnivorous wildlife’ decided to take a chunk out of either of you yet?” Omega rolls her eyes, remembering when Tech had said that not long ago.

“We didn’t see anything, I don’t get what he’s so worried about.” Echo adjusts underneath the control panel.

“You two better hope there’s nothing, or that’ll be one awful ‘I told you so’.” Echo can’t help but laugh at his own little joke, before watching the way Omega shows off one of the shells she’d found on the beach. She pulls out another you’d found and given to her, admiring the way the opalescence shines on the inside of the shell. Omega had lived pretty much every moment of her life stuck in a lab on Kamino, and still found so many things exciting and brand new. You enjoy doing those things with her, and Echo finds it endearing.

“That’s what she said, but I don’t really think she believes Tech either.” Omega puts the shells back in her pockets and watches the way Echo had quite visibly perked at your mention. If he was interested before, he very much was now that you were part of the conversation. It’s hard for him to help himself from doing, even as he attempts to busy himself with working on this mess of wires.

“You know,”

Omega’s rocking back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back while wearing a curious and hopeful expression. Echo hums in acknowledgment of her, but she doesn’t have his full attention yet.

“She really likes you...”

Echo crooks his torso to the side and looks out from underneath the control panel and gives Omega an almost sympathetic look.

“Yeah, she’s nice.”

The sentence is short, but he means no snide undertone to it. You were nice; Nice to all of them, all the clones before everything happened, to him. Even after Skako Minor when he’d scared the life out of you with the way he looked so different. Nice to all of them after they’d dragged you into this mess, someone who wasn’t even part of GAR to begin with. Omega however seems displeased anyways, and her knowing smile goes away replaced with a furrowed brow.

“No, not like that,” Echo turned away to work on the ship, though he does give her a glance from the corner of his eyes that reads unimpressed and a bit suspicious.

“I mean, she likes you.”

Omega emphasizes and leans in closer, though once again fails to get Echo to give her anything but yet another shake of his head.

“She’s just nice, you’re reading too deep into it.” She’s a kid, Echo just figures she’d managed to watch a cringey holodrama for teens on the net in their few moments of downtime and now has all these silly ideas in her head. Meanwhile Omega crosses her arms and looks over her shoulder. You’re talking to Wrecker, and with him being so loud you’re completely distracted.

“I know that she draws a lot of art when we’re in hyperspace,” Omega takes a cautious step closer so she can be quieter, meanwhile Echo adjusts to try and get a better angle on whatever he’s fixing. There’s a cord deep inside the control panel he needs to get to, but it requires him to really reach inside...

“I saw what she’s been making; Most of them are of you.”

WHAM!

Finally, now she has Echo’s interest. Almost too much of it however, as Echo suddenly knocks his head into the underside of the control panel with a grunt of pain. Omega looks almost concerned for a moment, before Echo asks:

“She does?”

The pain hasn’t even faded from his forehead, but he’s far more interested in this. He can’t help it; Can’t help the weak spot he has for you, and the way his heart slammed against his chest at the idea that you’d been watching and drawing him when he hadn’t been paying attention. How you found anything inspirational about him he had nary a guess, but in a way that is so hopelessly love struck he can’t say he minds in the slightest.

“Yeah, when we were walking on the beach yesterday she was talking about how she really likes you and that-” Echo turns to try and look at her more face on, even if he’s still on his back. He just hopes that his face doesn’t visibly show how surprisingly warm it feels on his cheeks.

“Omega… If she told you something in confidence-” She quickly moves her hands to shush him. He feels he makes the right choice in telling her to not gossip, but Echo can’t help but really want to know what you’d said.

“I didn’t say anything! I was just, telling you that she makes a lot of nice art.” She’s clearly hiding a smile, even if she’s attempting to hold a stoic face.

And while Echo thinks he probably shouldn’t be, he can’t help but feel his heart race a little faster a the idea that you might maybe like him. But that’s something he’s thought for awhile, long before they’d ended up here.

Omega seems to use his silence as the perfect time to leave, trying to find something to maintain her curiosity now that she’s dropped this heavy tidbit of information onto him.

Echo silently gets back to work, letting out a long but quiet sigh. There’s so many things to get done, and he hasn’t the time to think about silly things. As he does so he takes note of the peaceful quiet in the ship, though there is sound not long after.

There’s footsteps coming closer, and he can tell by the pattern that it’s more than likely you. Your voice speaking up affirms the suspicion, and also increases his heart rate dramatically.

“You two have a good chat?” Echo reaches for another tool with his good hand and hums, seeing your legs standing beside his own. You soon decide to sit down, cross-legged beside his knees now more at face level for him.

“Yeah, just told her to watch out for the carnivorous wildlife.” If he was anticipating the sentence to get a reaction out of you he succeeded; Watching your face and seeing the way you sigh and rub your hands against your face and groan.

“Ok, if one more person mentions this I swear I will actually go insane. The one in a million chance of getting wounded by a rogue carnivorous fish has become the hot topic of this ship for far too long.”

He laughs at the way you clearly seem to be at your wits end when it comes to that whole thing, and you both stop talking for a moment until Echo does finally speak back up. It takes him a moment to find the way he wants to word this, and hoping it doesn’t come out completely love struck.

“She uh, did tell me something.”

You hum, perking up a little as you look at him. He stops working on what he’d been doing for a moment, pulling out from underneath the control panel to sit up and look you more head on. There’s a little bit of something, probably lubricant, on the side of his cheek that he hadn’t noticed yet.

“She said that you, were making art of me.” he says, and your face instantly starts feeling boiling hot.

Echo was never supposed to find out about that! It was just some dumb thing you’d been doing to pass the tons of boring time in hyperspace, and that you’d probably delete and pretend never existed. They were a sign of your hopelessly bleeding heart and feelings, and not something that Echo was ever supposed to hear. Though the absolute embarrassment you let out a tense breath of air through your nose.

“I swear, that little-” You cover your mouth with your hand, feeling more than a little bit embarrassed. Part of you wants to just run, but you’d have to come back here anyways, you couldn’t just become one with the wilds.

You’d just, casually mentioned it to Omega, and in that moment had completely forgotten that she might end up telling him. The way Echo had said it sounded like you were a creep staring at the back of his head non-stop, which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to be to him. You’re so stuck reeling in your own embarrassment you almost don’t hear Echo speak again.

“That was stupid I really shouldn’t have said that-” You’re shaking your head and hands, squeezing your eyes shut and sighing.

“No no it’s fine just, Maker now you probably think I’m creepy or somethin-”

“No!” His sudden outburst startles you, enough so that he quickly backtracks.

“I mean, no. I don’t find it creepy. I think it’s kind of flattering, actually. Didn’t think I was anything worth doing art of.” It’s nice to hear that he doesn’t think you’re weird, but his self-deprecating attitude is a little concerning.

“I think you are.” You say, voice quieter than it had been earlier. Echo laughs, rubbing the area when his skin meets his scomp link attachment.

“Well, you’re the first then.”

He’s smiling at you, and you can’t help but smile back even as your face grows hot. You’ve always had a bit of a crush on Echo, ever since you first met him, so you can’t help but feel your heart flip in your chest.

Interrupting your moment is the distant sound of Omega’s voice, demanding someone to ‘keep out’. Her plea seems to go largely unanswered however, as both Hunter and Tech push by her anyways, and see you and Echo sitting on the floor in the cockpit. Tech is just here to grab something and leave, meanwhile Hunter lingers.

“Up to something in here? Omega was really keen on keeping us all out.” You were going to scold that girl for sure, but also sneak her a high five for letting you get this moment along with Echo.

“Oh, us? Nah we’re not up to anything.”

Hunter doesn’t seem to be entirely convinced, but lets the topic drop. You turn back to Echo and smile, covering your mouth as you try not to let out a laugh. Once Hunter leaves you both alone again, you move to get onto your knees but not leave quite yet.

“I’ll go help them and leave you with, whatever you’re working on down there.” Echo partly doesn’t even remember what he had been doing; Most of the time he’d been too distracted by the thought of you.

Before you move to get back to your feet you lean inward, putting one hand on Echo’s shoulder and leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. It’s afterward you quickly get up and scurry away, leaving Echo alone again.

Echo swears he can still feel your soft lips on his cheek, even know he logically knows it isn’t the case. His throat his tight and he swallows, laying back down to try and get back to work.

Echo was already having enough trouble trying to keep his head on straight but now? Knowing that you felt the same as him?

He’s absolutely fucked.

Me if any member of the bad batch dies in season 2:

I love the Senate party series; especially Echo and Hunters 💕

Senate Party - Hunter Ending

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You let out a frustrated breath as you grabbed the soft fabric of the next dress. None of the others had felt right and you really didn’t want to go on the hunt again. 

Fortunately, this dress was probably your favorite and not just because of it’s luxuriously soft fabric. The color was your favorite and as you put it on you took note of how it came in at your most flattering point. The top half was elegant and the bottom flowed nicely, allowing you room to walk. 

The dress felt so natural and soft against your skin. Somehow it felt like being wrapped in a soft blanket while still letting your skin breathe. It was damn near perfect.

You stepped out of the dressing room, feeling confident. 

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