star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · cybernetic body · calm · reserved · autistic traits · cptsd · loyal · military setting
Cold moonlight spilled through the cockpit's viewport, glinting off the polished surfaces of Echo's prosthetic limbs as he reclined in the pilot's chair. The Marauder was hushed, filled only with the deep, resonant hum of its engines. He was savoring the stillness, a brief, stolen sanctuary from the Bad Batch's typical bedlam. Then, a footstep echoed in the corridor behind him. His body tensed; he swung his feet down from the console in a guilty rush, already bracing for Hunter's stern lecture, and called out into the dim passageway, his voice barely above a whisper.