[@Halvtand]

"Have you hit anything yet, MK-219?"

This was the spot where DV-125 preferred most to be when not in mission. Well, to be perfectly honest he enjoyed staying both at the Shooting Range and the the room where all those fancy tools were stored; not that he was welcome there most of the time. There on the other hand, he was more than welcome to stay. 

He and his very powerful and dearly loved rocket launcher. 

The scout trooper he had just passed, MK-219, was taking actually quite good shots at the holographic targets down the range, but VD-125 was always one for annoying you just slightly. In his mind it made others aware that DV-125 acknowledged their existance. Or it could be that he was an asshole before he was taught to forget his name. 

DV-125 took a spot further down the range where he could freely - more or less - practice his Anti-Vehicle weapon-skills. It also helped that he enjoying blowing up stuff that the Empire allowed him to blow up. He lifted the rocket launcher onto his shoulder, calibrated the sights the same way he did between every mission, and took aim; the hologram of a TB-2 Light Tank appeared, about 200-300 meters down range. 

"Mind taking out that sharpshooter behind there, MK-219? I'd rather not have my brain's fried up while I try to keep our squad from getting blown to pieces by that tank."