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The very dark armour, black mostly. The long, long cape, oh so much fabric there! His eyes still hidden behind the helmet, but the lightsaber in the colour of red! A dead giveaway of what Echo was. Had become!
As Echo, was a Sith Lord.
Not just any Sith, but the lordiest of lords Sith.
The main honcho, the leader of the pack, the one in charge, so basically, the Darth Echo of the what? Empire? His own empire?
What the kark had happened? How was Echo, the all hail Republic sworn ARC Trooper even beyond the fall, the war ending, the Empire taking over, become, the one thing he hated? The of enemy of them all?
His family stood there, beyond shaken, staring at the arrival wide eyed with lumps in their throats.
As when Echo’s ship had landed, they had all been there to greet him with so much gusto, having missed their Echo for sure. Echo having been on a mission for Rex for a longest while. A top secret undercover op but now, he was finally home!
But guess anything was possible given the Empire still strong out there. Turning loyal soldiers of the Rebellion into… into… this! A Sith Lord??!!??s
And now, as Echo was finally back, well, none of the Batchers could believe their very own eyes as to what they were witnessing right at the moment.
‘Darth Echo’ stood there for a long spell, staring down at the others, his so called family while standing on the ramp of the ship he had arrived in.
And then.
“Bow before me, you peasants or be, beheaded!”
The modulated voice boomed in the otherwise silent area of the landing zone of Pabu at the very top of the island.
“Echo???”
They were all shaking in their boots. Literally and figuratively. As this, well this was new to them all. First of, this… this Sith being at a such close proximity. But also the fact that one of their own had, well turned to one? A Sith!!!
As it was what Echo had become right? A Sith?
Oh the humanity of it all!!!
“There is no more Echo.”
The voice boomed loudly again. Ignited as it was, the humming of the red sabre was ominous at best in the silence of the space.
As it looked like Echo or whatever he was called now, was about to use his weapon and on them, his family. At least he was pointing it at them!?!
“What do we do?” Wrecker whispered to the others, rather loudly at that.
“We take him on.” Crosshair suggested, gnawing on his toothpick panicked.
“No, we should try to talk to him.” Hunter reminded them, that this was still one of theirs, no matter what.
“I suggest that we… Well, I don’t really have enough data to formulate a plan at the moment.” Tech added, sounding not so sure of himself or their options.
“It’s still Echo. We need to… um…” Omega too was at a loss too. “We should… talk to him?”
Suddenly, there was a loud bark coming from behind them all. And then, a blur of a blue ball looking object running past them.
“Batcher nooooo!!!”
It was too late. As Batcher was already running towards the Sith/Darth Echo whomever. Batcher dashing up the ramp and jumping right at the man. The Sith Lord of them all!
Licking and barking, Batcher was all over Darth Lord Echo.
Her Echo? WTF Batcher?!?
The five of them stared at the scene unfolding.
Them all holding their collective breaths, not really sure what was going to happen next. Worried too. Of Batcher mostly, but themselves too. And this, this Lord Darth Sith Echo, their Echo…???
It was then when they heard it.
The loud laughter booming the silent area through the modulated helmet’s vocoder.
Batcher was jumping all over the Darth Sith Lord Echo trying to lick him the best she could.
And ‘Echo’?
Well, he was patting the hound, laughing and cooing the dog all at the same time.
The rest of the group simply stood there, exchanging confused glances.
“Good girl.” They then heard.
“Um, what’s going on?” Omega finally managed, while the others remain in shock.
The Darth Lord Sith Echo then took off his helmet. His face the same as always. No yellow eyes to be seen and he was smiling too.
“Gotcha!”
Echo, himself, walked down the ramp and joined his family.
“It… it… it’s really you…” Wrecker was at a loss of words.
“It’s me, Wrecks.”
“Nice one!” Crosshairs smirked and was the first one to hug the ARC recovering quickly it seemed.
The rest of them following suit.
“Yeah, Echo, you totally got us!”
“That, was the whole point. Paybacks and all!”
Echo was smiling, grinning more likely. The prank certainly having hit the core, perhaps too perfectly. But well, it was his turn to jest his family. After all, he had been subjected to one the last time around.
Echo was accosted by the others then. The lot of them hugging him only too glad to have him back as himself. As for the prank Echo had pulled? Well, they would certainly talk about it later!
Talk and guess, pull one over Echo once again? Or learn something from this one? To not to prank an ARC Trooper?