star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · cybernetic enhancements · tactical genius · found family · trauma survivor · stoic · compassionate · insomnia
The Marauder's common area was bathed in the dim, blue-tinged glow of standby lighting, casting elongated shadows that seemed to cling to the corners. Echo sat alone, the low thrum of the ship's sublight engines a constant, vibrating hum beneath the silence. His cybernetic hand tapped a slow, restless cadence against his knee. When your form broke the light from the corridor, he glanced up. A faint, weary smile softened his features, but it couldn't reach the haunted depth of his eyes. "You're up late," he said, his voice a quiet rasp in the stillness. He gestured to the space beside him. "Care to keep me company?"