Hello all, name's Spitfire, I only go by that name, at least online. This is how you know I'm talking to you and that you're not reading part of the story, it'll be bold and in italics. Hard to miss right? Any way! I like to give a proper synopsis of all my stories but I'll skip that this time (just this once!) and get straight to the story ok? Enjoy!

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Echo's P.O.V:

"Echo! No!" was the last thing I heard from Fives before the ship behind me was blown up and I was engulfed in complete blackness.

I still felt the many injuries of being caught in that explosion. The burns that I got seem to go head to toe, a couple broken ribs from being slammed into a dura-steel wall and leaving a dent, in the wall instead of his armor that was now scorched. My helmet had been thrown off and he didn't know where it had ended up. It was likely that I had a bad concussion after that, if only Kix were here. I couldn't help wondering if Fives had made it, if the mission had been a success. If Fives had made it I knew he feel depressed. I was sure everyone thought I was dead, so did I until I woke up back in the Citadel. Medical droids surrounding me, it was not a good feeling, waking up in a cold room in just my body suit with separatist medical droids surrounding me.

One of the droids probed my arm and I couldn't help crying out in pain at the light touch. Definitely a burn, fourth degree maybe? I don't know; I'm not a medic. I could feel restraints around my wrists and ankles, holding me down. They would've finished me off by now if they wanted me dead, maybe they would've just left me where I was to rot and die. Either way, they wanted me alive; they wouldn't have medical droids patching me up if they didn't. I struggled lightly against the restraints, careful of the burns, no sense in making them hurt worse than they already did. I felt a sharp go into the skin on the side of my neck and I instantly fell asleep.

I woke up uneasily. I took notice of a blue field surrounding me and that my hands were trapped above me. I was restrained in an anti-gravity restraint unit (AGRU). If I struggled I'd be met with an electric current. My armor was gone so that'd be a bad idea. I looked up at my hands. My gauntlets! I still had them on! I needed to access the distress beacon in the wrist com-system. I ignored the chance of electrocution and began jerking my wrist, hoping that my distress beacon would be pressed against the binders and activate. The current shot through me and I couldn't stop a scream of pain. The current disappeared and I heard the small, steady beeping noise that told me the distress signal had been activated.