8246 sat cross legged in his pod, the dim illumination strips of its enviro-lighting drowned out by the glow of the datapad in his hands. It was loaded with nothing more than the military education complex's standard learning modules, yet he had taken it with him to lights-out all the same. He had always enjoyed learning about other species, both to learn how to treat their wounds and to see how their customs differed from the [i]Resol'nare[/i] he and his brothers had been carefully raised on by Instructor Harkin. If anything, the recent unusual activity around the 'plex only made him tear into the information he could find with more determination. He might have to put his skills to the test sooner than anyone in the squad thought. Even more than those tense moments where he found himself working in perfect sync with his squadmates in drills, 8246 loved the feeling of being relied on for what he did best. He was the last line of defense when it came to looking after his brothers. 

The steady beeping of the alarms brought him back to the now, and his pod began to open with the slow hiss of hydraulics. Right. Time for drills.

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8246 stood at attention with his brothers in front of the instructor. Preps for training amounted to the same mindless blur that it always was, but he was nothing if not comfortable with routine. Harkin seemed to expect something a little more out of them today, though. Probably wanting to show them off to the other drill sarges before... whatever it was, happened. Things had been slowly getting more urgent over the past few weeks. He moved in unison with his brothers up to the starting line, a tiny ghost of a smile blooming on his face as 7627 started his usual antics. 

"Just try not to get tagged while you're showing that launcher off to us and everybody else in the Galaxy, Tooseven." He said, loading up his own Deece and trying to ready himself for anything.