Some headcannons I have about Echo :)
Once he joined the 501st Ahsoka found him reading reg manuals and gave him a few books to read instead, he promptly became a bookworm and joined Ahsoka and Jesse’s book club
He was the better strategist and close combat fighter while Fives was the better shot and better with changing conditions
can hold his liquor surprisingly well
is responsible for 1/5th of Rex’s gray hairs
after joining the Bad Batch it took him a while to start gaining his weight and muscle back as well as his coordination
however once he did start to gain some strength back he basically put himself through his own version of ARC training to get himself back to fighting form
he is the best sparrer on the Bad Batch, something Crosshair learned the hard way when was in an argument with Echo and challenged him to a sparring match
The sniper was down in less than a minute
As Echo recovered the Bad Batch realized they might have bitten off more than they bargained for by taking on the ARC trooper
He challenged them all not just because his skills usually match up with theirs, but because he grew up being challenged by his vod, and the Bad Batch was largely sheltered from the other clones
None of them know how much older Echo is than them and he plans on keeping it that way
The batch regularly refers to Echo has mom, including Hunter
Hunter was actually happy they took Echo on because his plans were beginning to get predictable and Echo head a lot of experience, he also didn’t take shit from any of the bad batch and helped keep them in line
Echo can beat everyone in the Bad Batch except for Wrecker in an arm wrestling contest
Once told his squad to leave the droid base to him and they went “lol ok regy we’ll come help in 10 mins” and then 5 mins later the whole place blew up and Echo just strutted out and tossed the Tacticle Droids head to Hunter
Wrecker was jealous
Regularly scares the Batch with how well he holds his alcohol
Crosshair and Tech once challenged Echo to a drinking contest and got their asses handed to them
Was the only one that new anything about girls when they took Omega on because he spent so much time with Ahsoka
Does not like anything when it comes to water because he only has one arm and he weighs a lot more than he used to because of his metal legs
He got Omega into reading for fun when she got bored with the courses Tech made for her
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I've just had the most terrible (wonderful) thought. Puppy Mountain / Mean!Dew. Mountain gets away with everything when he's in puppy mode because he is just so damn cute like that but Dew has decided he needs to be more obedient actually.
im supposed to be working on my wips . . .
here, have some good ol' degradation from our resident fire ghoul and a very desperate earth pup
Dew twirls the delicate chain leash in his hand, tugging ever so slightly, just enough to put pressure around Mountain’s throat. His throat bobs underneath the black leather as he tries and fails to swallow the excess saliva in his mouth.
“Do you think you’ve been a good boy, Mountain?” Dew’s tone is low, commanding. Directive. Mountain looks up at him with wide, tearful eyes, a low whimper falling from his lips. His tail thumps against the hardwood, eager to please. His cock hangs heavy between his folded legs. It kicks a little with Dew’s words, dripping more pre onto the floor.
Dew sneers. “I don’t think so. I think you’ve been a bad boy.” He’s sure they make an odd pair to the common eye, but Mountain never feels smaller than when he’s bare, needy, and owned by the fire ghoul. He whimpers again, a weak protest.
“Think you can get away with anything, don’t you,” he continues, looking him up and down. “Smooth your way out of bad behavior with those big green puppy dog eyes, hm?”
Mountain’s ears pin back low against his head, sheepish. Apologetic.
Dew tuts. “That doesn’t work on me. Good dogs listen to their masters.” He snaps the leash, waltzing around to the back of Mountain’s huddled form. The fire ghoul drapes the chain over his shoulder and strokes his hair between his horns. It’s not soft or comforting—it’s a petting that exudes pride of ownership.
“You’ll just have to show me how good you can be.” Obedient is what he means. “I certainly hope you remember all of your tricks, dog.” Mountain whines, shaking his head to attempt to rid of the anxiety creeping up his spine.
Dew lets out a dark laugh. “Don’t be nervous. You’ll get your reward, in the end.” He leans in close, hot mouth ghosting along the downturned curve of Mountain’s ear. “But only if you listen,” he threatens. The harsh tone goes straight to the earth ghoul’s gut, mouth watering and cock kicking against his stomach.
Dew steps back and lifts his booted foot, nudging Mountain onto all fours with a swift nudge between his shoulder blades. He scrambles to catch himself before he faceplants, landing hard on his palms. Dew makes his way back to his front; the only view Mountain has of him for a few weighted moments is his well-worn boots placed straight under his nose.
“Watch me,” Dew commands firmly. Mountain’s face snaps up towards him, wide eyes meeting the fire ghoul’s narrowed ones. They soften subtly at the corners at the earth ghoul’s speedy response. “Good boy,” he smirks, tail snapping behind him. He tilts his head, considering.
“Sit,” he lilts. Mountain holds his eye contact, utterly loyal. He lowers his haunches and sits back on his heels, hunched over so his hands remain on the ground.
“Very good.” It’s low, mean, teasing. Completely designed to humiliate. Dew drops a hand down to his crotch and rubs over his fly, palming his barely-there bulge. He isn’t really hard yet, but the way Mountain’s mouth parts with a line of drool already forming off the tip of his tongue shows even the promise of it is tantalizing enough.
“Down.” Dew points to the ground and the earth ghoul sinks down to it, belly pressing to the tops of his thighs and chest resting on top of his neatly-folded arms. He looks up at the other ghoul still, seeking approval hungrily.
“Good,” he says curtly. “Up again.” Mountain’s eyes are squarely on Dew’s pants now, eyeing his now chubbed up dick pressing against the seam. A fat line of drool spills from his mouth, joining the puddle of pre on the hardwood.
Dew smiles, all fang, pleased with himself. He crosses his arms. The movement makes the leash tug a little, earning a gasp from the needy ghoul beneath him. It makes the next word out of his mouth even more satisfying.
“Speak.”
Mountain chirps, more of a shocked sound than anything. There’s a hint of embarrassment in his wide eyes, hesitancy welling up in the corners of them. But Dew doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches traitorously, or the way the spade of his tail lifts once, twice.
“Mountain, speak,” he says more forcefully, beginning to wind the thin chain of the leash around his wrist.
The earth ghoul rushes to make a sound, producing a rumbly little rrrruff, not unlike a disgruntled husky. The look on his face shows Dew that he knows it wasn’t enough, hanging his head shamefully.
“Uh uh.” He tugs on the leash, forcing Mountain’s chin back up. He leans in close, about a hands-width away from being nose to nose. “I won’t ask you again,” Dew hisses. “Speak.”
Mountain lets out a pained moan before ultimately swallowing his pride and forcing out a loud, singular bark. Dew grins and gives the side of his face a pat before rising back up.
“Good.” He gives him a once over, takes in his watery eyes, his shaky arms, the shine of his spit-soaked chin, and, of course, the flushed length of his cock, throbbing under Dew’s gaze—the gaze that dips lower, landing on the floor beneath Mountain’s knees.
Dew sucks his teeth, hides a venomous smile. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he says, dangerously low. Mountain snaps his head down, sucking in a breath at the puddle of precum and drool between his legs. Blatant proof of his desperation.
"No," Dew corrects. He steps to his side and places a firm hand at the nape of his neck. "Really look at it." Dew forces his head down to the floor. Mountain whimpers as he's made to crumple back down to his belly, nose centimeters from the edge of his mess. He whines, looking up at the fire ghoul with pleading eyes, tears threatening to spill over.
"Clean it up, puppy. And then we'll see about a reward." His hand releases from the back of his neck. Mountain could say no, could draw the line at licking up his own spill off the dirty floor. The word hovers on the tip of his tongue.
But the reward, he knows, is far worth the punishment.
Mountain drags the flat of his tongue across the mess, huffing at the taste of himself and the wearing varnish on the hardwood. He makes it as quick as he can, efficiently licking up every smear, every drop, every well of need. When he's done, he sits up and licks his lips, internally grimacing at the taste as he grins at his handler.
Thankfully, Dew returns the grin and gives him another pat on the head. "Good boy. Now," he tugs on the leash, moving towards the bed, "come along, pup."
The earth ghoul hesitates, resulting in a harsh tug on his collar as Dew has to stop in his tracks. He throws a look over his shoulder. Mountain looks down at his hands, back up at Dew.
Dew rolls his eyes. "All fours," he says simply. He resumes his stride, ignoring the whine he gets in response as Mountain hobbles on long limbs behind him. Again, the earth ghoul has to bury his pride for the short path to the bed, pausing once he reaches the foot of it. He sits and waits for permission, joining Dew on the bed when he beckons him up.
Dew smirks, eyeing Mountain’s body laid out beside him, hard cock trapped between his thighs. He tugs on the chain, bringing his face right next to his own. He hums and trails his nose along Mountain’s, dipping back down to nip at his top lip. The earth ghoul melts against him, begging.
“Now,” Dew breathes, lips brushing across Mountain’s. He tugs hard on the leash, pulling the rings of the martingale section close to touching, restricting the larger ghoul’s throat and wringing from him a needy, choked-out whine. Dew huffs a mean laugh and lowers his voice to a dangerous whisper.
“Breed me like the dog you are.”
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