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Dearest Cyar'ika~Echo x reader

Dearest Cyar’ika,

I’ve been on the Rishi Station for a little over two weeks now and I’m finally getting used to it. There is never much to do, except for listen to the rest of the guys bicker. I keep myself occupied by reading up on the regulation manuals. They are not as fun to read without you. I miss you. Cutup teases me about it, but I know the rest of the squad misses you too.

How is Kamino? Still training cadets, or did you get that promotion you were lined up for? I hope you got it, Maker knows you deserve it. Your amazing talent for observation and teaching shouldn’t be going to waste. If I had a say, you would be in charge of training the new Commanders. But I know how the Kaminoans are and unfortunately that’s a long shot, isn’t it?

I wish you were here with me. I miss the nights we used to spend in your room reading or staring out the windows wishing on raindrops. If half of those wishes came true, we’d be the happiest couple alive. Remember the shooting star we saw the night before I left? We both wished something big, that was the only wish we hadn’t told each other. That’s how much we hoped it would come true.

I miss holding you any chance we got. Whether it was cuddling in bed all night or just holding hands for a few seconds so we wouldn’t get caught. I want to feel your skin on mine again, so soft and smooth, innocent touches that we wanted to last forever. I should stop talking about it or I’ll drive myself crazy with longing, ha.

Rishi isn’t so bad, at least you can see the stars. We aren’t allowed outside, it’s dangerous, but the viewports are big. I stare at the stars a lot, I know you’d love sitting next to me, trying to name all of them or coming up with names for the ones we don’t know.

I couldn’t sleep the first few nights, and it wasn’t because of the karking awful beds. Normally when I can’t sleep you would be there to sing me to sleep. I hummed your songs but it wasn’t the same as your real voice, Fives tried to help but his singing voice is not as good as he claims. I wish I would have thought to record your voice and your songs before I left, I crave it now more than ever.

I’m still keeping morale up, though it’s a battle I’m fighting on my own. Hevy seems to always find something to complain about. When we were shipped off he thought we were heading straight into battle, his disappointment was almost laughable when he learned where we were actually going. I hope we aren’t here long. You would think that since we passed our test with high results that we would be given more responsibility.

Our Sergeant says we shouldn’t underestimate our duties here, that we are the only thing standing between the Separatists and Kamino. That was all it took for me to take my work here seriously. Knowing that I was protecting you, even if it doesn’t seem like it. Protecting Kamino means I’m protecting you too, and I’m proud of that. You know I’d do anything to keep you safe. I know exactly what you would say in response to that: “you know I can take care of myself, Echo.” I can practically hear your voice saying it, it makes me smile.

We've recently gotten word that an inspection team of officers will be coming soon. I am determined to make a good impression, as are the others. I'll never forget how much you drilled that into my head, during training. I'm glad you did, even if sometimes I didn't listen.

I do not know when this will reach you, given we don’t get many visitors here. I had a hard enough time finding flimsi around here to write to you, but I know how romantic you find physical letters instead of holomessages. I hope to hear from you soon, my heart. I miss you and I love you.

Your loving boyfriend,

Echo