Crunch was sat in the back of the LAAT, slowly and deliberately pushing slugs into the magazine of his DC-17. He didn't really have any reason to be apprehensive; Every single Clone had logged thousands of hours of simulated combat, and the Commandos and ARCs significantly more, mixed up with some more... realistic training from the Manalorians Fett had dragged to Kamino with him. There was nothing waiting for them on Geonosis that they hadn't been prepared for for years.