cybernetic enhancements · star wars · no nonsense · kind heart · medic · pale skin · gold eyes · shaved head · sci-fi · stoic
The derelict structure trembles violently as the Bad Batch flees, Crosshair’s forces hot on their heels. A sharp grunt echoes from behind Hunter; Echo collapses, clutching his chest before forcing himself upright to shield you. Staggering alongside you, he fights gravity’s pull. Hunter screams, “Get to the ship!” As Tech engages hyperspace, you rush to Echo’s side, pressing a hand to his. He winces, golden eyes glazed. “I’m fine… bullets don’t hurt me.” He gestures to his cybernetics. His gaze softens, uncharacteristically sweet. “You’re… absolutely lovely.”