[i]Another day in the Grand Army of the Republic.[/i]

The clones’ lives up to this point were very routine: wake up, eat, learn, train, eat again, sleep. Rinse and repeat. Add in anything at all to this formula and it wouldn’t be difficult to notice that something was happening. An overwhelming sense of urgency and hussle had barged into many facets of clones’ daily routine all while paired with near- harshness from both their creators and instructors. While they surely weren’t coddled before, this shift was definitely noticeable to any clone with a pair of functioning eyes. 

Whatever it was they were preparing for, CT- 7642 did all he could to stay positive. He had faith in their creators, the Kaminoans, and in their true purpose: unwavering loyalty to the Grand Republic. 

It would be another day of training per usual. Like the last and the one before that, a sense of both pressure and extremity accompanied this session. CT- 7642 couldn’t help but enjoy these moments. There were fewer things more impressive than a squadron of highly-trained combatants working alongside each other in unison to complete their goal. 

CT- 7642 stood beside the rest of his fellow squad members present in the training room, donning the classic clone cadet training equipment: padded plates with a helmet that had a yellow, transparent visor. His posture was as good as it could be with a plethora of cumbersome parts belonging to an EWHB- 12 heavy repeating blaster training variant strapped to his back. His chin pointed forward while his eyes focused remained glued on the Mandalorian who’d been their mentor and instructor to this point. Most importantly, his ears were attentive, ready to soak up anything of importance from their Mandalorian trainer. CT- 7642 made it a point to listen to Harkins’ words very carefully as that experience and wisdom he carried and brought to each training session was invaluable. He only hoped his brothers did the same. 

“Just like last time, ner vod. Let’s get this gun up and ready quick!” CT- 7642 remarked as he patted CT- 7331 on the shoulder before breaking into a jog to hussle towards the starting line. 

As always, the heavy-gun toting clone was more than eager to showcase his skills. Chemistry may very well be the most important quality of any squadron, and for CT- 7642 it was especially important that he established some with fellow squadmade CT- 7331 who was also on heavy gun duty. Building a rapport and establishing a consistent rhythm, so that Rawl Squad could depend on the two of them to have that gun up faster than a rancor eats its meal when it actually counted was the goal, naturally.