MAKE THEM REMEMBER US

THEN WE GO OUT THERE

CARRD || ASK By Jay (They/them/their, 21+) (blinking gif by @ectochoir || background art by me)

THEN WE GO OUT THERE

CARRD || ASK By Jay (They/them/their, 21+) (blinking gif by @ectochoir || background art by me)

"Is it worth dying for?"

"You're so despicable."

"You keep crawling on."

"You won't escape me."

"Time, I need more time!"

"You're hunting a miracle."

"Our freedom is worth it all."

"We're living in a mad world."

"Oh, why can't we rise, again?"

"Nothing of the heart remains."

"You're fighting an endless war."

"I'm slowly learning how to be me."

"I'm waiting for your last goodbye."

"You've turned the truth inside out."

"You turned my world upside down."

"My heart is lost between the stars."

"Can't control the restless part of me."

"Isn't it strange that love is in the way?"

"We know that nothing stays the same."

"Feel no remorse, light will be breaking."

"You get inside my head, I want you out."

"When the lights go down, I'm still here."

"Don't fight with me, don't fight with me."

"Don't close your eyes, it won't disappear."

"We rise against, we'll always hold the line."

"'Cause I've been betrayed on holy ground."

"I'm waiting for the light of your supernova."

"These days when I'm lost, I search the skies."

"And the weight that you feel pulls you down."

"The night has been long and so many've fallen."

"It's been a while since I told you that I hate you."

"What we had was so much more than I realized."

"You're in my blood, from the cradle to the grave."

"But what does it take to break you, to awake you?"

"We've been here long enough to know it's all in vain."

"I'm feeling the eyes of the fallen; they're watching me."

"You're pushing me into the corner, don't fight with me."

"Why is nothing ever easy? And the truth is never straight."

"And when you're reaching for the stars, they just cut you down."

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     “You’re welcome.” Voice comes out gruff, but not cold — there is a warmth there beneath the seemingly grumpy exterior. In Echo’s time away from Skako Minor and Torrent, he had grown beyond the ARC he’d once been. Still an ARC trooper, but advanced beyond the Echo that Braig had known — he had emerged from the chamber a different man… yet, his heart remained true to who Echo always was. Frustrated with what the galaxy is becoming, Echo shows little reluctance to join the fight. He can hear Fives’ voice in his memories, his lack of presence shoving Echo forward into the march to battle — my blood is boiling for a fight. Kamino is gone … home is where his brothers are. This includes the Jedi at his side, running through the halls of Imperial prison. A familiar face is a life not yet lost. And a prisoner freed from a cage is more than he can say he hoped for.

When it comes to prisons, Echo has to inwardly admit that this one is as bland as the next and lacks the terror-inducing equipment his returning memory often conjures up at night. Still, for a Jedi, this place is as horrific as Skako Minor and if Echo had the time to sweep every hall and check every cell, he could free all who were locked here. But, the mission is clear and though he cannot rescue them all, he knows he can free their furious cries for freedom.      “I don’t know who else they’ve captured, but they won’t be far behind,” he informs, backplate pressing against the wall as he checks his blaster. And though he wears his bucket, the curling smirk can be heard in his words.        “Your door wasn’t the only one I opened.”

The alarms are blaring and the sounds of patrolling steps become ever louder. His gaze drifts from his blaster to the Jedi beside him. There’s a semblance of normalcy in fighting alongside Braig — he’s been here before. This time, however, he has different brothers with him. Ones that, to his knowledge, have never had a solid plan in their entire lives.      “We won’t have to hold them off long. You know how Wrecker is,” he says, tone carrying mild annoyance, “He’ll be upset we got to do all the skull-knocking.” He leans to the side, casting a glance around the corner, watching the white walls mesh with TK armor — that bland, unpainted, rinsed of individuality armor. Bucket nods to Braig and DC-17 is lifted, scomp braced against the wall as he shifts plated boots. The Maurader was just beyond those blast doors.      “You think you remember ? You’d be surprised… I’ve learned some new tricks.”

“Did you open every cell-?” He asked, ducking under a bolt. It’s half incredulous, half exasperated. He’s not really surprised. He already knows the answer. Of course they did. It definitely suited the Batch’s M.O. And it was a good plan! … In theory. It would certainly cause a distraction. A parry. Ducks low. It did make the Force almost debilitatingly noisy, though. Saber through plasteel. The thud of a body. A rush of Force to move another. If he hadn’t grown up in a war, it would make it hard to focus. Thankfully, he hadn’t known peace since he was young. (A strange thing to be grateful for.) Another bolt dodged. Another, another. 

It’s a dance, really. Memorised footwork, swirls of colour, moving in time to the rhythm. That’s how Booda described it. She was right. There was a logic to it. A flow to each battle.. One the storm troopers didn’t understand. They’re clunky. Uncoordinated. Amateurish. Cheap imitations of the clones before them. That’s why they were so easy to take down. But they were still alive. That’s why it was so difficult to kill them. Every life, even theirs, resonated in the Force. He felt every single one. But they’d made their choice. This was war. They had made their choice. He had to make his.

There’s a rumbling in the universe. It’s a warning. A rasp against his skin. It’s like thunder. Another bolt flies past his head. The blade of his saber arcs, descends. The trooper’s arm falls to the floor. Their head follows after. Their companion goes more quickly. Simple. Right through the heart. Clean, fast. Cold, dark. Hungry. Always hungry. 

“Well, I’m glad you’ve stayed on your toes!” He tosses back. He could tell without being told. Echo didn’t miss a step. He’s as fast and graceful as he’s ever been. A little colder, maybe, a little heavier, but still Echo. That’s good. He couldn’t ask for a better soldier to rescue him. (Not since Cody was–) A body falls beside him. Another one of Echo’s would-be assailants. At least, for now, things were going their way. 

Focus. The doors. Head for the doors. He could do that. He just hoped that the doors would be unlocked when he got there. (Please, please be unlocked. The time in the prison had done more on him than he’d like to admit. He was tired. Yes, yes, a tired Jedi is still worth a hundred storm troopers, but still!) 

“Any time now would be lovely!” He called over his shoulder. He didn’t have time to wonder if his voice could be heard over the alarm. Another trooper down. Another life lost. So, so many more on the way. He grit his teeth. 

Things were going to get bad. 

"Big shot, so what?"

"You took the money but the money couldn't buy a friend."

"I want you to leave me alone."

"They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't."

"You're a big shot here but nobody else knows."

"Go fly a kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree."

"Four in the morning but we've having such a lovely time."

"Mad as a hatter with a dagger and a dollar sign."

"Tip your hat and break your mother's heart."

"When the sun comes up you'll find a brand new god."

"You'll never gonna stop me."

"I'm never gonna quit."

"Lose yourself inside the city."

"Lose your mind inside the week."

"We can live while we're alive."

"Come inside, twist the knife."

"I'm a voluntary victim."

"Watch your colonial tongue."

"I'll watch you tighten the noose."

"Don't you lose all your control."

"You can't get into heaven if you haven't got a soul."

"They'll replace you with machines."

"Paralyzed by the sum of your parts."

"Abstract with a human heart."

"I'm captivated, but I'm so confused."

"Come and see the opening band."

"No one likes an opening band."

"Chances are they won't go far."

"Career is sure to end."

"Unfamiliar things will make us nervous."

"You've got the devil on your shoulder."

"You better shut your mouth just like I told ya."

"You've been controlling me through fiction."

"I got to break you like a bad addiction."

"I can't say no, I'm losing control."

"I'm having bad dreams."

"Nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me."

"Despite your good intentions."

"I am just the new invention."

"Feels like you're running out of holy places."

"It's a miracle I'm standing."

"You're dragging me back."

"You're beautiful and evil too."

"You're sinister and vile."

"For you I'd die, or kill myself."

"I'd swing from the gallows and wave."

"I'd carousel into my grave."

"You're right down vicious."

"I can't help it, but I still wish I was with you."

"I'm a teenage beauty queen of sorts."

"I'm calculated, cold, without remorse."

"Only if you'd like me, I could fall in love with you."

"You're a holy quarantine."

"Could it be that it's only in my head."

"Give me something more for my wild imagination."

"Tell me that you're more than a sick fascination."

"You're with me all the time."

"I don't care about anything at all."

"I know that girls like you don't come with guarantees."

"You've got to spend your time, won't you spend it with me?"

"I hope we kiss goodnight."

"It might just end my life."

"I'll be a gentleman, or you can show me the door."

"I don't want to spend my life with anyone else."

"Pardon me if I forget your name."

"Is that any way to talk to me."

"Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue."

"What a shame if you misspeak now."

"I need you here."

"There is no other place in the world I would rather be."

"Can't you stay right here forever, pretty please?"

"Where do you go when you're not home?"

"If I'm out of line, just show me the door."

"Don't hold your breath for goodness sake."

"You've got parliaments filled with parasites."

"Let's go paint the town on our way home."

"The blinking lights are breaking bones."

"Then you have that good old fashioned razzmatazz."

"You broke my heart again."

"Some things just cannot be fixed with sparkled tongues and politcs."

"In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous."

"I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind."

"I know that this time I have said too much."

"I've been too unkind."

"I tried to laugh about it."

"I covered it all up with lies."

"I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes."

"Boys don't cry."

"I would break down at your feet and plead forgiveness, but I know it's too late."

"There's nothing I can do."

"I would tell you that I loved if I thought you would stay."

"I misjudged your limits."

"I pushed you too far."

"I took you for granted."

"I thought you needed me more."