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[only_an_echo]

[What normally comes up when you reach Echo's inbox:]

"[Audible sigh.] Leave a message. I'll get back to you."



[Alternatively - the rare occasion you actually catch him on:]

"What?" *



* ranges between tired, cross, or genuinely Done™ With Everything

Comments

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[only_an_echo]

for one point?

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[deal_me_in]

no why would i
for 50!!

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[only_an_echo]

You're serious about having this advantage aren't you
why am I even asking this
of course you are

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[deal_me_in]

golly you had to ask
its like you dont even know me anymore

this is echo right
dont tell me i had the wrong number all this time

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[only_an_echo]

Goodbye Cayde

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[deal_me_in]

dont you goodbye me!!

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[deal_me_in]

hello?

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[deal_me_in]

hey

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[deal_me_in]

are you

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[deal_me_in]

actually ignoring me

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[deal_me_in]

this is text it doesnt work that way

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[deal_me_in]

okay fine

[Audio] Backdated to whenever she ran into Boba

[small_compromise]

Echo? Are...you busy?

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[only_an_echo]

No, not at the moment-

[Interrupting mothcat meow. Echo shifts the device.]

Something wrong?

[small_compromise]

[She can't help for a smile at the sound of one of her winged squad mates.]

Well, no. At least, I don't think so.

I...met a boy.

[OHNODAD GET THE SHOTGUN]

[only_an_echo]

[A BOY!? His brow shoots upward in surprise as Trapper takes the opportunity to chirp.]

What boy?

[He's not wary, really he isn't. It just comes out that way.]

[small_compromise]

[Not that any particular concerns of that sort would be something she'd understand anyway.]

...a clone. Cadet, I think. Or at least, around the same age as one. He wasn't dressed in the usual uniform and he had a different helmet.

[only_an_echo]

[A pause. Trapper mews.]

Did he tell you his name?

[small_compromise]

He said his name is Boba. He calls Jango Fett his father, and said his DNA wasn't altered by the Kaminoans.

[only_an_echo]

[Another pause. This tells Echo the recent status quo among clones hasn't changed.]

...He's telling the truth. Jango was the original template for all of us clones.

[small_compromise]

I know that much from Nala Se. ...it's just strange to hear a clone refer to him as a parental figure.

...he wanted to know why I was different.

[only_an_echo]

That's because none of us were ever that close to him.

[He then frowns. The way she says it instantly reminds him of how Hunter broke the news to Omega once they were all reunited under different circumstances.

Trapper breaks the silence, meowing into the device as he brushes against Echo's hand and up his shoulder. Echo sighs at the mothcat in turn, focusing back onto Omega.]

Report back to base, Omega. We need to talk.

[small_compromise]

What happened to him?

[She blinks at that order then. What was this about? The cadet? Well, either way, she won't argue.]

Yes, sir. I'm not far. I'll be there soon.

[only_an_echo]

Copy that.

[He doesn't mean to sound so cryptic. Once she gets in, he can continue from where they last left off.

Trapper isn't so keen on being removed from his shoulder perch as Echo moves to wait for the girl, returning the device to its designated pouch as the mothkitten is cradled against his chest.]

[small_compromise]

[Omega's good on her word, as soon enough her figure can be seen coming along the muddy way. She's got the hood of her Eorza gathering coat up to dissuade any lingering wetness as a light drizzle has begun to fall. There's a lump under her coat suggesting where Tumble might be.

She ducks into the watchtower, shaking off her boots and coat at the doorway before slipping off the latter as she steps further inside.]

Echo? I'm back!