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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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[deal_me_in]

Do giant fifty foot creatures count for points by the foot or is it still one?

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[only_an_echo]

You contacted me? For this?

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[deal_me_in]

Uh



Yes?

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[only_an_echo]

Did you actually want a straight answer?

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[deal_me_in]

I mean

I figured if there was anyone who would give me a straight answer it would be you

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[only_an_echo]

Of course.

It depends on the guidelines set beforehand. Normally the ruling is one point for one target.

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[deal_me_in]

right

but theres gotta be a bonus for something hugemongus

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[only_an_echo]

HOnestly? This situation may be an exception to the rule

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[deal_me_in]

my thoughts exactly

so that should put me at like 500 now

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[only_an_echo]

Is that the approximation we're going with?

Wait who else is involved in keeping track of the scores?

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[deal_me_in]

hey im not responsible for everyone elses scores
if they cant keep them straight thats on them

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[only_an_echo]

Is anyone else even aware about the point system?

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[deal_me_in]

uuuuhhhh

not yet

its on my list

work in progress

[Audio] Backdated to whenever she ran into Boba

[small_compromise]

Echo? Are...you busy?

[Audio]

[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.]