#echo is mr e

[mimenoises]

The sillies. Reference under the cut

[rinas-ninjas]

E for Echo and him being mr. E. Maybe Zane finds out and it hits him hard?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22103050?view_full_work=true

I think you’ll like this WiP :)

[rinas-ninjas]

Could you possibly... Continue the Echo is Mr. E. And Zane finds out (the one that Zane it's possibly going to get mad at Nya and Jay for not telling him, and that P. I. X. A. L. Finds out too? Idk how you call that one ;-; )

Oh man I love that one! It’s on AO3 - along with the newest chapter ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22103050/chapters/55563949

[rinas-ninjas]

Anon is right to have such enthusiasm, because that STory with mr.e and Zane righ now is G-R-E-A-T. Could we trouble you for some more...? perhaps with zane being a bit—‘upset’(and Im putting that lightly ;]) on jay and nya?

Zane tilted his head. “What is it?”

I, He hesitated. It’s just,

“E?”

He shook his head. Don’t call me that.

Zane apologized. “Do you prefer the title as well? I can inform the others to address you correctly,”

He shook even harsher this time. E is not my name.

“Not your…then what is your name? What may we call you?”

This was it. No turning back after this. He steeled himself.

Call me Echo. Should he do it? Could he? Echo Julien.

Time stood still. Echo dared to glance at Zane, only to see blue LED eyes wide with shock. “Jul…” Zane’s voice trailed off to a whisper. “Julien?” He blinked. “I do not understand.”

“It is true, Zane.” Pixal’s voice startled them both. “I saw his wiring. His mechanisms.” She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “He…” She gave Echo a glance. “He has the same signature you do.”

The words seem to give him a secondary shock. Echo watched him warily.

“You mean you…” Zane’s circuits seemed fried. “I…”

Echo chanced a direct look at Zane. We’re brothers. Dr. Julien – he built me, too.

“Brother…?” Zane whispered.

This was it. He was going to be called a liar and cast out, told to go far away. Banished, just like before.

You don’t have to respond. He fought the trembling in his frame. He could do this. Thank you for helping me leave the SoG. I can be gone by morning –

His hands are interrupted by a sudden weight, his muscles and joints freezing at the feeling. Zane held him close as he took in a shuddering breath. “I thought I was the only one.”

Echo stood there, stunned.

He pulled back from the hug, hands on Echo’s frozen shoulders. “I will not stop you from leaving, if that is what you truly wish.” He blinked away the ghost of tears in his eyes. “But please, do not go in some attempt to appease me.”

He frowned. “I do have one question. Why did you never,” He hesitated. “Why go to the SoG at all? Why not come find me? Where have you been?”

Echo’s face darkened. It was not my choice. he signed. It…I didn’t…

He steeled himself. It was them. The dark-haired girl. That boy with the notch in his eyebrow.

Zane looked at him in confusion. “Nya and Jay? They would never hide something like this from me, Nya of all people knows,”

THEY LEFT ME TO RUST. Echo couldn’t stop the tears slipping down his face. ALONE! He could feel his circuits sparking, angry and hurt. Zane sucked in a breath, stunned by the outburst. I had been there… he glared through the tears and kept on with trembling hands. For so long… It had been months…months upon years of silence and loneliness. I thought…when they showed up in that boat…that they’d take me to father.

Or at least take me away.

But they didn’t. His hands trembled more with each word as enraged tears streaked down his face. They left me. And then! His crumbling and corroded voice chip crackled and sparked with the effort. They acted like I never existed. Like I was a bad dream…they could just forget.

Arms wrapped around him again, this time shaking with shared anger. “You are no nightmare.” Zane ground out. “And you are not someone to forget.”

Echo held onto his brother as his circuits sparked and spasmed with his frustration.

“I am so sorry.” Zane looked up to the doorway they’d entered. “I should have known. Should have…by the First Master I am so sorry.” He set his jaw. “I am going to make this right, I swear it.”

Echo could feel his systems beginning to strain with the stress of everything. He leaned heavily into Zane with a shaking frame.

“Rest, little brother. Let me step up for once.”

[rinas-ninjas]

PLEASE FINISH THAT MR. E AND ZANE THROIWNH HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HIM THING

Picking up from here >:)

“Did Dr. Julien build you, as well?”

E’s blatant shock seemed to confirm her suspicions. Pixal looked at him with sad eyes. “I see. Does he know?”

E refused to meet her eyes. He shook his head.

“Do you want him to know?”

I don’t know.

“He would want to know.”

I know.

He blinked at the bright light on deck - how long was he out? He let his optics adjust, finally focusing on the people milling about the deck. He found the telltale shine of Zane’s titanium, and let out a growl.

“E!” He ignored Pixal’s shout, diving in front of his brother.

Zane looked at him in alarm. “E, what is going on?”

He looked between Zane and the threats. They all shared the same shocked expression - although the girl looked more angry. Zane cautiously set a hand down on his shoulder. E jolted at the touch, on edge. “E. What is wrong?”

He stared at the nindroid’s concerned face and straightened, putting his hands down. He shook his head. Nothing. Nothing was wrong.

Zane gave him an encouraging smile. “I am glad.” He gestured to the people beside him - Jay and Nya. “Have you formally met? These two are,”

Jay grabbed at Nya’s hand. “H-he knows who we are.”

Zane was silent for a moment, confused. “I see.” He turned back to E. “In any case, I am glad that you are unscathed. And you met Pixal!” E looked in surprise from the dopey smile on his brother’s face to the other nindroid. “She is amazing.” He seemed to shake himself out of his trance, and walked with E to the other side of the deck. “Jay said that your vocal chip was possibly damaged, but you did not seem comfortable with him doing the repair. Would you like Pixal and I to take over repairs to your systems?”

E stood there in surprise. He didn’t recall much of what caused his shutdown, but he had assumed that Nya and Jay would insist on repairs - Ultraviolet certainly had. This change in caregivers was...odd. He stiffly nodded, absently reaching for his throat.

Zane smiled. “Only if you are comfortable, of course.”

I should tell him.

Zane began to guide him back below deck. “It will take some time, without your original schematics, but,” E let him muse out loud. Schematics wouldn’t be too much of an issue.

He needs to know. Why can’t I tell him?

“Pixal’s hands are steadier, of course, but,” Zane paused at the tug on his sleeve. “What is wrong?”

E steeled himself. I need to tell you something. He signed.

[rinas-ninjas]

moar of the zane-throws-himself-in-front-of-E drabble plz,,,and I think another anon said before about E being very territorial[I think that was the word] around zAne? escpecially around jay and nya ÒwÓ

Wellllll since you asked so nicely ;)

Part 1 Part 2

Thinking you could trust someone and actually trusting them were two different things. E could vaguely feel the deep dents his clenched hands put in the table behind Jay’s practiced hands and tools rooting around in his back.

He’s just deactivating the tracker and control system. Nothing more.

He tried to distract himself by watching Zane’s operation. At least it was another droid working on him.

Zane. His...

What was the right word? Father made him seem like some mythical thing. Were they human, he would be E’s brother. But even their schematics were completely different - Zane was built leisurely, with carefully documented experimental tech. E was thrown together out of a desperate need for family and leftover parts. Zane was sleek chrome titanium; he was tarnished scrap metal.

And yet...Zane had thrown himself in front of E without any hesitation.

Clearly he didn’t have this processing error. He knew where he stood.

Well, E could take a stand, too. Zane was his brother, and he’d nearly shut down proving it.

E wouldn’t let him take that risk ever again.

“All done.”

“How are things going?” Jay’s voice, interrupted by Nya’s, jolted him out of his thoughts.

“Well, I just finished up with uh, what do we call you?” E turned to him with a dry look, only to freeze when he took in the sight in front of him.

A girl with dark hair. A boy with freckles and a scarred eyebrow.

Something glitched in his brain. He scrambled backwards, throwing tools and blueprints across the small workshop.

Pixal looked up in alarm. “Please, stop him! Zane is still fragile!”

Zane. Danger. Zane. Brother. DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.

He couldn’t think straight.

“Hold him down!”

He had to get out of here.

“Jay, he won’t stop!”

He had to get Zane out of here.

“We’ll have to shut him down!”

NO NO NO NO -

ERROR. SYSTEM SHUTDOWN INITIATED. SAVING ALL MEMORY BANKS. SHUTTING DOWN.

Jay looked breathlessly up at Pixal and Nya.

“What was that?”

[rinas-ninjas]

need more if the zane joining sog au thing please…continue the last done youdid......

This is why we save things on word docs - cause then you can make sure you read what you write XD

Zane fights the urge to thrash against the hands that hold him fast through the crowd. He has to stay calm – E wouldn’t bring him here just to turn him into scrap.

Right?

The revving of engines breaks his nervous train of thought. The bikes the Sons of Garmadon were known for – each one a work of art in its own right. Soon the smell of exhaust and the roar of engines is all he can focus on. What were they planning?

He twists around, looking to meet Harumi’s eyes. “What do you mean, initiation?” He snarls.

She only curls her face into another smug smile. “Didn’t Mr. E tell you?” She sticks her lips out in a pout. “You have to prove yourself. We are a biker gang, after all. We can’t have some random droid riding sidecar. No…”

She strides up to him with confident steps. She leans up to murmer in his ear. “You have to prove you can ride.”

Hands shove him towards a motorcycle, jeers and screaming ringing in his ears. A second voice, this one raspy and on edge, rings out over the crowd. “You all know the drill!” He finds the source to be a leather-clad girl covered in paint and scars. “Make it hell.” Her face curls into a wild grin, baring her teeth. She lets out a high-pitched battle cry and flips down to ground level, mounting her own vehicle.

Zane quickly jumps on the bike, revving its engine. Around him, the yells somehow increase in volume along with more engines joining the clamor. Within seconds they’re off, leaving trails of smoke and squealing tires in their wake.

The second they peel onto the city’s highways, there’s havoc around him. They all weave in and out of traffic without care, and it takes everything in him to keep up. Blaring horns and blazing headlights keep him disoriented, and he has no choice but to just follow the biker in front of him.

It rattles every gear in his system when they dive into a subway system. The tracks are rough compared to the paved roads above them, and he’s sure that if he had a heart it would be beating its way out of his chest.

And then a horn blares ahead of him, and a light brighter than even his optic lamps shines in his face.