#tech x echo

[discopartydruid]

Chapter 5 of @essentiallythesky's @clonebang fic is now up, and the second piece of art to go along with it! I felt a little bad that Tech got left out of the first illustration so I decided he deserved a nice full spread. If you know 😏 what I mean 😏 Go read the fic and enjoy Echo gettin a lil TLC!

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[gay-republic-army]

Tech finally made Echo a real hand. He says it’s for the mission but Echo knows better than that…

[brooks-skirata]

"Tell me what you see of the night"

"A star just died"

[rachaelkelleher]

Preview: Just Close Your Eyes (The Sun Is Going Down) Chapter 19

Tech stared at Echo, watching, waiting. His terrible confession hung in the stillness, delicate and fragile, waiting to crash around him like ice crystals shattering against a cave floor.

But Echo didn’t stir.

Tech drew in a shuddering breath as the realisation filtered through his nervous system. His surge of adrenaline began to abate. Tech just drank in the sight of his alpha then.

Echo slept peacefully, his broad back rising and falling steadily, satisfied on a primal level after dominating Tech and putting him in his place. The arm nearest Tech was curved around the round swell of his belly, as if Echo meant to protect him and their unborn child even in sleep. It was a testament to the kind of father Echo could have been under other circumstances — if he and Tech weren’t clones, created and sold for the benefit of others.

All too aware that he might never get another moment like this, Tech dashed a tired hand across his tear-streaked face and shuffled closer to Echo carefully, closer to the illusion of comfort and protection his alpha offered.

Comfort and protection that Tech longed for with his whole being.

Comfort and protection that his unborn child deserved — and might never get.

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[cuddles-with-dragons]

Finally finished Tech

I said I'd do Echo and Wrecker together, but...

...Tech needed a friend! Leave it to the 'weird' troopers to make friends with each other!

Up next is Wrecker. No more polls.

(Hey! Psst! Some mild cloneshipping under the cut. Nothing spicy, but just a warning.)

"Careful, Echo. Try not to slip again."

[insertmeaningfulusername]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A little thing hurriedly written for @neurodivergent-tech-week 's after dark prompt "interrupting sex to go on a research binge" - basically just Techo being autistic and horny together. Yay :D

[ghostfives]

Plan 99-Aftermath

Echo stares at the broken goggles in his hand, tears pricking at his eyes as he squeezes his hand into a fist. His Tech is gone. His Tech. His Cyare… he’s just gone. Echo’s hand bleeds as it gets cut by one of the pieces of glass. Omega is gone, taken just like that. The empire has her, and they can’t even track where she’s gone. They are her brothers! They are her fathers!! They should be able to save her! They should have been able to save Tech! But they didn’t. They couldn’t. They failed them both.

Echo hears someone sit down beside him, and glances over to see Hunter. He sighs and looks back down at the goggles, his blood starting to stain them. “It’s not fair.” He whispers, breaking the silence. Hunter looks at him, seeming to analyze Echo before sighing. “When have our lives ever been fair,  Echo?” He asks softly, gently pulling the goggles out of Echo’s hand and starting to clean the cuts gently with a cloth. He knows his Ori’vod well. Echo growls, and slams his scomp hard against the wheel of the ship. “But why! Why can’t we have one thing go right! What did we do to deserve this!” He yells. “They took Tech! He’s dead!! They have Omega!! I don’t get it!” The tears fall like twin waterfalls down his cheeks as he sits there. He wants to break something, punch someone, ANYTHING to get his anger out. Hunter looks away, tears building in his eyes but he blinks them away. Echo may be older, but right now Hunter will be the oldest, as he always has been. “I don’t know, Echo. We didn’t do anything to deserve this, we just… we just got the short end of the stick.” He whispers, voice sounding sad and weak. “But I can tell you this,” Hunter continues, looking Echo right in the eyes. A fire, bright as the twin suns of Tatooine burn in them. “We will get Omega back, and once we do. The empire will suffer for everything they’ve done to us. For taking our brothers. They will not go unpunished.” His voice is low, strict and angry. He is not willing to lose anymore, anyone can see that. Echo sniffles, wiping furiously at his eyes. He nods, hugging Hunter tight. Hunter rubs Echo’s back, his heart broken both for himself, for Wrecker and for Echo. They’ve all lost everything today. “There’s something else.” Echo whispers, looking up at Hunter. His best friend. “What is it?” Hunter asks, gently cupping the back of Echo’s head and pulling him into a Keldabe, holding back tears. “I'm here for you, always. You’re my best friend, not just my brothers boyfriend.” Echo leans into the Keldabe, just breathing as his eyes slip closed. “I’m pregnant.” He whispers, finally saying it out loud. He opens his eyes and brand new tears pour out as he whimpers. “I… I wanted to tell Tech, but I…I wanted it to be special. I had it all planned out, I was going to give him a gift box with the test in it. I shouldn’t have waited. I know fucking better than to wait when we’re going into battle. There’s never more time. There’s never later. Why the fuck did I wait.” He sobs, heart breaking into a million pieces. Hunters mouth goes dry as he looks at Echo with wide eyes, and his own tears finally fall as he grabs Echo and pulls him tight against himself in a hug. “Oh Echo, I am so so sorry. But it’s not your fault, not at all.” He whiskers, voice shaky and wet. Sobs try to break free from his chest, but Hunter holds them back. “You couldn’t have known, we’ve never… we’ve never lost anyone like this in the bad batch before. Not to death. Techs always gotten out of all trouble. He… He was supposed to come back. I'm here for you, and for the baby. I’m so sorry.” Echo sobs into Hunters chest, letting out all his pent up sadness and angry into his cries. He clings to Hunter‘s armor with his remaining arm. “I j-just want Tech.” He sobs. “I want my Technically.” He uses Tech’s full name. “I know. Oh Echo I know.” Hunter whispers, his own tears still falling. “We all want him.” He says softly, kissing his head gently. How could everything go do wrong? Losing Tech? Losing Omega? It feels like everything was going perfectly. Crosshair was going to be coming home and Everything was going to be perfect again. Now here they are, everyone broken. Echo sobbing in his arms. Wrecker in his bunk crying.  It’s not fair. Not at all. xxx As Hunter holds the sobbing Echo, a spot of frost starts in the darkest corner of the room, spreading outward. A pair of eyes, unseen to everyone is watching the scene, full of sadness and heartbreak. Oh Echo, I’m so sorry. Taglist: @ahsokatano-thetogruta @wrecker-and-lula

[sergeantgoggles]

@specialist-week Day 1

Prompt: Data

Rating: F for Fluff with a touch of angst

Pairing: Echo/Tech

Warnings: Clone/clone, Tech is a hot mess, brief mention of Echo/Fives.

Summary: Tech isn't super great at physical affection, but he's willing to try for Echo's sake.

“You are occupying my spot.”

Echo looked up from where he was tucked into the corner of Tech’s bed. How he had managed to finagle his way back there without disrupting any of the wires or clutter that had accumulated over the few days they’d been back on Kamino was anyone’s guess, but he found he was rather comfortable amongst the organized chaos.

“You can sit there,” he retorted and nodded to a significantly smaller space next to a generator that Tech had smuggled in.

“You are joking,” Tech deadpanned. “There is hardly enough room there for an adolescent cadet, never mind a fully developed adult.”

Echo shifted his gaze from Tech’s unamused stare to the rest of the bed. Tech spoke the truth, and bluntly so. There was little space for even one person, let alone a second. Still, Echo pressed on.

“You could always cuddle, you know,” he countered with a wicked little smirk on his pale lips. “I promise I don’t bite, unless that’s what you’re into.”

Watching Tech bristle and blush was easily Echo’s favorite pastime as the Specialist’s significant other. They hadn’t really put a name to their relationship, but it was clear enough to the both of them that their time together, though so far short, meant something different than their time spent with their other squad members. Echo’s experience and Tech’s inexperience led to some interesting conversations and discoveries, most recently being that Tech was unfamiliar with romantic touches. Of course, this realization only made Echo double down on his effort to show Tech that not all romantic or intimate touch as to be sexual.

“I have not collected enough data to know whether or not that is something that I am, as you say, ‘into,’” Tech muttered, “but I would like to sit in my own bed comfortably.”

Instead of teasing him further, Echo relented, and opened his arms. “Sorry. I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Just for a minute?”

With a long suffering sigh, Tech conceded and maneuvered between the clusters of mess to press his back to Echo’s chest. It took him several minutes to settle, adjusting over and over until he fit himself exactly as he wanted with Echo’s chin resting on his shoulder. Only after he was content with his positioning did he produce a data pad from seemingly nowhere and began fiddling with it.

Echo forced back a shiver and held Tech a little tighter. The added weight against his chest was a relief that he didn’t know he needed so desperately until he had it. Things had been…different during his time in the 501st. Touch was openly given and affection was encouraged between clones. He’d spent more nights in someone else’s bunk just for the sake of having another body next to him, usually Fives, occasionally Kix or Jesse, and on the rare occasion, Captain Rex. Going from that to being a prisoner of war, to now the newest member of the mercenary clone group who kept to themselves was something of a culture shock to his system. Having Tech tucked against him, breathing slowly and evenly, existing in his same space felt better than anything had in a long time.

“Echo?” Tech’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts, but it wasn’t until a gentle, ungloved pad of a thumb wiped his cheek and made him realize that he’d been crying. Damn it, just when he’s started to make progress, he’d gone and messed it up with dredging up old memories best left behind.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, startled and mildly ashamed of himself.

Tech shook his head, then frowned. “I do not understand. According to my data, physical affection is supposed to be one of the best relievers of stress and anxiety. Is it not enough?”

Guilt rose up in Echo’s throat, and he swallowed the hot lump forming there. “No, it’s fine, perfect, actually.”

“If that is the case, then why are you upset?” Tech pressed. It was something Echo both hated and admired about his new partner. He was always looking to be better, and that meant asking a lot of questions. He wanted to know everything about everything, and Echo supposed that himself as a subject was no different. Besides, as partners, Echo owed it to him to be honest.

“I guess I didn’t think I needed the affection that badly,” he explained, though it felt childish once the words left his tongue. “Boy was I wrong, apparently.”

A thoughtful hum vibrated Tech’s lips before they kissed Echo’s cheek. It was by no means their first kiss, but it was the first time that Tech initiated anything, and well, that felt nice in contrast to the other feelings welling up inside of Echo.

“I will try to be more attentive to those needs,” Tech affirmed quietly. “I am still getting used to having a romantic partner, but I think that cuddles are a reasonable request that I can fulfill without much difficulty.”

Echo’s heart swelled in his chest. Tech was really something else. He didn’t think he’d ever find another person he could love as much as Fives, but Tech was well on his way to being close, not that Echo was comparing. On the contrary, Fives and Tech were different in almost every single way, but something about them was the same, and Echo could never quite put his finger on what it was. It didn’t matter, though. He was going to love Tech in his own way.

“I…would appreciate that. Thank you,” Echo smiled softly and leaned his forehead against Tech’s. To his surprise, Tech leaned into the touch with a content hum and closed his eyes.

“I will collect more data and make our next cuddle time a better experience,” Tech declared.

Echo brought his hand up to Tech’s cheek and drew him into a chaste, endearing kiss, effectively capturing Tech’s breath as they pecked lips a few more times. “I think you’re already doing a pretty good job.”