Bad Batch - Afterlife? Echo 1 1/2 (AKA Echo's Thoughts On The Situation)

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Echo 1 1/2 (AKA Echo's thoughts on the situation)

Echo could hear the call of his brothers around him, all of them old enough to be shipped out for war. But here they were, talking and laughing in a place that had continuous corridors like Kamino. Yet it was not Kamino, there was no sound of the ocean always in the background and no Kamonians watching them There was no trainers or droids, it was just brothers.

Walking along the corridor Echo started asking about the Bad Batch, trying to find the members of his squad. All of his older brothers pointed him in the same direction, and as he walked he could hear children's laughter. When he reached the stretch of corridor everyone had directed him to he heard, “ECHO!” and a body slammed into him.

Pushing back the brother he thought he would never see again, “Fives?”

The old grin broke over his batchmates face, “Yup.” Then stepping aside, “Look whos here.” Behind him was Hevy, Cutup, and Droidbait all the brothers they had lost on that first mission to Rishi. Domino Squad hugged, laughed, and shed some tears at being reunited after all of this time. 

The next few months Echo split his time between the Domino Squad enjoying being a brother again, and keeping Crosshair and Tech out of trouble. When Wrecker arrived that became an even larger headache made worse by the instant friendship that formed between Wrecker and Hevy due to their love of weapons and explosions. Echo could breathe again when Hunter arrived to help him keep the chaos under control. But another problem arrived when he noticed how many ‘accidents’ were meeting troopers that had insulted the Batch, especially Tech, in some way. Crosshair having been in the area or shooting range at or shortly before could have been a coincidence but Echo knew his brother and tried to keep it to a minimum.

All of this made it so the only time that Echo could think of you was in the quiet of the night. Your beautiful eyes, the sun in your hair, how you adapted to every member of the batches abilities and made them more comfortable. Somehow his memories always landed on the few time you held his scope the same way you did his hand. Physical touch was rare with you due to your past as a slave, and every moment was precious to him.  

The day was the same as any other with Echo being on the lookout for trouble and when he saw the brothers stirring he looked over to made sure it wasn’t caused by one of his. But then his heart stopped. It was you, wearing a loose sleeveless garment that fell to mid thigh and was see though enough to show the outline of your body but solid enough to keep out details. Stepping forward he spoke, “Y/n?”

Turning in a whirl of fabric you see him and run, ramming into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in a fierce hug, “Echo!”

Hugging your shaking form in return he asked, “Are you alright?” He knew you weren’t but your answer would let him know what he needed to do.

Echo could feel you shaking your head while still pressing against his chest, “It’s too much.”

Immediate extraction it is. Hugging you a little tighter he answers, “Come with me.” Moving you into more of a side hug he leads the way to the Bad Batches apartment. You had met them before, and meeting anyone new right now could just make everything worse.

Getting both of you into the apartment Echo takes you though the living area and straight to his room before gently extracting himself from the hug. You seem to collapse on the bed while he found the sweatpants he had traded for this possibility and a t-shirt. Taking them over to you, “Y/n?” You look up at him your beautiful eyes showing a fight to stay in the present while you were curled up looking small and vulnerable. He wanted to wrap you in his arms and assure you that nothing would hurt you again, but that was not what you needed now. Setting the clothes next to you on the bed, “I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Going to the kitchen he starts the pot boiling for tea, a kind you have always said helps when your struggling with the memories. Then he set the table with the tea service and a plate of scones he had made. He had been learning to cook in the hope of impressing you one day. Pouring the now boiling water over the tea leaves in the teapot that matched the tea service he had just set it on the table when you emerge. Immediately crossing to you he looks into your face, “Any better?”

With a grateful smile that stopped Echos heart again you nod, "Thank you Echo." Seeing you blanket closer to yourself he wished he could hold you for reassurance, "What is this place?"

Taking a deep breath he answers, "We don't know what it's called, just that some people come here after they have been shot." Leading you to the table, "There seems to be no pattern in the people brought here though."

You pick up the teapot and pouring out some, "That is odd." You start shaking and set the teapot down hard enough to cause some of it to spill, "Sorry."

Echo quickly crosses to you, "There's nothing to be sorry about." Opening his arms in the silent offer of a hug he looses his breath again when you run into his arms, almost burying yourself into him looking for comfort. Settling down on the bench the two of you remain in the side hug long after your finished with tea and scones. Echo looked down at your head and nodded inwardly, he would keep you safe. He had promised to on the first day he had met you, and would keep that promise until the day he died.

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*Authors Note: If you have requests for other clones and/or Jedi you want to react to this situation feel free. I just started with the Bad Batch because the dream that inspired this had Crosshair and I had to do all of the boys. And I hope that all the Echo lovers are fine with this one. I added Domino Squad there because all of them deserve to be happy.

You put too much trust in their ability to split from the hive mind

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When I was writing the chapter when Mama became lucid, I was thinking instead of having a quiet cup of tea with Leo she would enter the room and just stop. Then go, "Nope" and just go back to bed. To be honest if the baby wasn't hungry she probably would have.

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Bad Batch - Afterlife? Echo

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no multiple voices that sounded almost identical. CLONES!

Instantly you remembered Echo, the sweet clone who had been part of the squad that helped you escape the second time you were enslaved. You were certain he would help you again, the problem was how to find him. So you begin asking the clones if they had seen him. When they asked you how you would know you talked about his metal legs, the scope on his amputated right arm, and the piece he always wore to cover the ports on his head where the separatists has accessed his brain. Soon you heard the slightly grumpier voice, "Y/N?"

Turning you see him and run to him crying, "Echo!"

Echos remaining arm wraps around you and the scope rests on your back, "Are you alright?"

You shake your head, "It's too much."

As you were trying not to break down you feel his arm tighten around you, "Come with me." Still holding on to him in a side hug the two of you walk down the corridors until you reach an apartment. Walking though the living room he leads you to a bedroom. When he lets go of you, your knees finally give out and you collapse onto the bed. As you start to pull into yourself you hear his voice again, "Y/N." Looking up you see him holding a t-shirt and sweat pants. Setting them next to you on the bed, "I'll be in the living room if you need me." You nod and he leaves you alone.

The memories are dancing at the edges of your vision and you scrub your face before putting on the clothes that he gave you. Picking up the spare blanket at the foot of the bed you wrap it around yourself as an extra layer and go out to the living room. Echo quickly turns and comes towards you and asks while looking into your face, "Any better?"

With a greatful smile you nod, "Thank you Echo." Hugging the blanket closer to yourself, "What is this place?"

Taking a deep breath he answers, "We don't know what it's called, just that some people come here after they have been shot." Leading you into the kitchen where there is a teapot and some scones sitting on the table, "There seems to be no pattern in the people brought here though."

Picking up the teapot and pouring out some, "That is odd." You start shaking and set the teapot down hard enough to cause some of it to spill, "Sorry."

Echo quickly crosses to you, "There's nothing to be sorry about." Opening his arms in the silent offer of a hug that you happily accept the two of you settle on the bench at the table. With Echos good arm wrapped around you there was no question about it, you are safe.

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*Authors note: Yes I leaned into the trauma a bit in this one, but I can't help thinking Echo would be the perfect man for someone with PTSD as well. Hes such a sweetheart and would definitely be one hundred percent there for you. Not that the other Batchers wouldn't be, but he understands being alone in a bad situation a lot better than Crosshair does in this AU. Because I refuse to let him betray them. So Echo is our #1 trauma boy.

This perfectly shows the dynamic Raph has with his bros! I am in love and in pain!