#echo 1409

[kyraltre]

How much of Echo's lower half is robotic in your opinion?

mid stomach down

waist down

only his legs - but his full legs

mid thigh down

knee down (knee is also robotic)

knee down (knee is flesh)

Voting ended onMar 2

Not talking canon - your opinion. I am curious.

[trudemaethien]

If you're still looking for writing prompts, I got:

Echo/Fi for the ship and "Exchange, Integrity and Trouble" for the word prompts! (You did say words, so hope 3 is enough!)

They sorta took the bit in their teeth and ran away with it, lol. prompts what prompts? 😅

“Hey, is that Ghez Hokan’s— I thought you died!”

“No, but didn’t you die?”

“You two…know each other?”

The commando in the grey beskar doffs his helmet and in unison two eyebrows on two different faces go up as they swing in incredulous unison to Hunter, as if questioning their acquaintance is the abnormal part of this encounter, and not an RC and an ARC somehow knowing each other on sight. Those groups didn’t usually play well together.

“How do you know each other?” Tech interjects.

The commando grins, brilliant and lopsided and says, “Well, y’see what ha’happened was, Eya’ka here—”

Echo promptly makes a rude noise over him. “Nuh-uh, you lost the right to baby-name me fair and square, Ei-Oh-One-Fi.”

“You cheated,” Fi slings back, immediately heated. At least one of the other commandos is laughing under his T-visor.

“You wish I had to—”

“—if I coulda proved—”

“—cheat to beat your ass.”

Echo’s smile is out in full force, cocky and blinding, dimples and all. Hunter glances at the rest of the batch to see if they’re seeing what he’s seeing. The commando’s squadmates look just as far behind.

Fi purses his lips and visibly decides to take the better part of valor on this particular battlefield. “Cadet 21-0408,” he resumes, “did not beat my ass. He had a gambling problem. He bet outrageously against my trainee squad on some trumped up bullshit dare, and then mercilessly extorted us for all we were worth when he won on a technicality.”

This must not be his trainee squad, then. Hunter winces internally, but Echo is shaking with silent laughter. “You sure know how to hold onto a grudge, Fi’ika,” he quips.

“That’s n-not all you held onto,” Fi grumbles, fondly disgruntled.

Echo is still smirking. “No, no it was not,” he says, and that’s—he’s flirting? With this asshole? It almost sounds like they had a fling… The commandos look like it’s news to them too, but not all that shocking. Good. Some of those cohorts could be real pricks about inter-unit relationships.

Wrecker’s picking up on it too. “You guys…?” He points from one to the other eloquently and then ruins it with a blatantly obscene gesture that means a lot more than fucking.

“No!” Fi squawks, but Echo is still laughing, so Hunter really doubts the veracity of his denial. “I meant his kama,” he tries to excuse.

But hadn’t Echo not gotten that until he’d passed ARC Training?

“Can hang onto that anytime,” Echo flirts.

The laughing commando in purple and brown beskar’gam leans over, even with his comms muted, obviously dying of hilarity.

“I never—” Fi protests, trying futilely to defend himself but only making it seem more and more likely to be true.

“Mmm, I seem to recall—” Echo says, gearing up to cause even more trouble no doubt, and Fi has had enough. He tackles him to slap a hand over his mouth. Echo stumbles and twists, Fi slips, and the entire audience of two squads starts forward abortively to try and help.

With a whine of servos, Echo manages to turn their fall into something less drastic, but they end up in a tangled heap of grey and red-edged kamas on the ground anyway.

“Osik,” Fi says, winded, “can’t tussle like tubies anymore, can we?”

Echo pats his ass. “A repeat of last time is right out too.”

“Everyone who witnessed anything that may or may not have happened is dead,” Fi says hastily, the grief being trotted out old and worn, barely remarkable. “You can’t prove a thing.”

“Just us left, old boy,” Echo agrees pensively, then turns wicked again, helping Fi sit up. “Bet I could make you make that noise again, though.”

The atmosphere shifts back from the precipice of grief to a much more pleasant sort of remembrance. The Mandos call that aay’han, Hunter recalls due to their current company.

“No! What noise? There was no noise. There was no noise!” Fi protests as around them the rest of their adopted squads join in the laughter.

Young and Old, Merry and Bold 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51930292

[trudemaethien]

Tru prompts!!! 👁️👁️

May I request Dogma/Echo with randomly generated prompts “note” &/ “glass”

“Think fast!” Fives called out and whipped something roughly clone-sized and -shaped laterally into a couple of troopers who’d been sitting quietly on a lower bunk with their heads bent together over a sheaf of notes, conferring.

One yelped and the other spluttered, both reacting in a flailing mess of limbs and flying flimsi. The item turned out to be not a person, but a set of armor plates loosely knotted inside a pair of blacks, a makeshift dummy. Fives chortled at their disgruntlement.

“You can’t do that! He’s not allowed do that, is he, sir?”

“Why won’t you just call him Echo, Dogma?” Tup interrupted and was summarily ignored.

“On what grounds are you objecting?” Echo challenged Dogma. “Because if you think you know something I can write him up for, I’ll do it.”

That was a heck of a promise. Dogma faltered and licked his lips, frantically calculating. “Uh, Article 27, paragraph 16, part b?”

“It’s not hazing unless it’s organized and premeditated.”

“Article 31, paragraph 1 and 2—”

“Conduct unbecoming a sergeant isn’t really—

“—in conjunction with, Article 4, paragraph 10,” Dogma tacked on hurriedly.

“Hmm,” Echo paused, musing, then scrunched up his lips skeptically. “Does that qualify as friendly fire, really?”

“What if it occurred under the auspices of Article 31 paragraph 43, part c,” Dogma proposed.

“Unauthorized training, not bad,” Echo said, nodding. “Fives, did you file a training plan with his first line supervisor for off-range ambush simulation training?”

“And what if I did?” Fives drawled, laughing.

Echo pulled his datapad out from where he’d stashed it to save it from Fives’ sneak attack. “Forward it to me, right here, right now,” he demanded, “and then, you can also forward me the one you filed with my supervisor.”

Fives blanched. Rex was their direct supervisor.

“Idiot,” Echo snorted.

“Tup, I see you filling out that datawork for him,” Dogma cut in. “Don’t even try it.”

“Busted,” sang out Flash, and Tup surrendered with good grace, even as Echo’s attention fell onto Dogma with unmistakeable heat.

“Article 31, paragraph 45,” Echo murmured.

Dogma leaned toward him and replied in the same intimate register, “Coercion by rank to fulfill duties not the subordinate’s own, and above their grade.”

Fives pouted. “You two aren’t actually going to write us up for facilitating your weird-ass version of foreplay, are you?”

“No, not feeling the datawork fetish today,” Dogma tossed over his shoulder without looking, and Echo, snickering, finally kissed him.

The Regulations Say 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51948394

[aerjnn]

Clone trooper Echo posing for art students in his phase 1 unpainted armor, pre ARC days.

Behind the scenes: I don't know anatomy, so I'm using old figure study drawings and a mini action figure to help me learn to draw clone trooper armor :D