RC-2628 stood with his hands folded behind him in the pounding rain. The only sign he was alive or moving was the side to side scanning of the organized chaos that was this invasion force. His squad was lost amidst this chaos. At first he sent in requests for their locations but his orders were relayed to him. He would gather his squad after deployment and strike hard at their first target. He watched the regular clones march in perfect ranks, file by file into the assault cruisers. This was their first test, their entire purpose for existing. They would invade this hunk of rock known as geonosis and shut down its productions and kill its leaders who would oppose the republic. 

Soon his own LAAT arrived and landed with a soft 'thump' in front of him. The blast door slid open and he saw several other clones in with him. Some were commandos others were regular clones, probably to act as bait to protect the commandos after landing. He broke his stance of vigil and climbed into the cold metal ship. He didn't need to see or think of the expressions behind each of the helmets on board. They all looked just like him and would be thinking the same things he was, More or less. He reached up and took a handle as the blast door slid shut and the engines kicked off. The ship stuttered in the rain but gradually lifted off the ground to take him to the assault cruiser he would be riding into Geonosis.