⊹ CHAPTER ONE: New Friends, Old Friends
As Echo had gotten to know the Batch over the last couple months he has come to discover quite a few things about his new squad.
For example Tech, who he thought to be the most level headed Batcher, has to be reminded to eat between missions. Actually it's more like he is coerced into eating. This is simply because he becomes so completely emerced into whatever projects he does in his free time that he forgets his need for sustinence. More often than not one of his brothers has to step in before the genius starves himself.
It's been a few times now that Echo has watched Crosshair wordlessly traverse the Marauder to Tech's workstation with an unwrapped ration bar in hand. With the quiet finesse one would expect from te sniper (and the care one would not) the bar gets placed into Tech's free hand without preamble. Crosshair would then retreat just as silently and his brother would occasionally take a bite from the ration absent-mindedly while bent over his work
Echo has also learned that Wrecker suffers from nightmares. The largest Batcher snores, loudly. Every. Single. Night. It took a while to adjust to the noise. He swears the demolitionist's snores shake the Marauder some nights.
Another busy Taungsday on the planet that never rests. Topps is pretty sure everyday on Couruscant is like this, afterall a planet that houses trillions of sentient lifeforms is bound to have it's fair share of chaos. He knows many other troopers tend to mock him and his fellow brothers of the Coruscant Guard for their non-active combatroles but he's sure none of those troopers have had to seperate two