Harkin couldn’t help but grin as he watched his boys setting work, readying equipment and engaging at banter like any good warrior. His fellow Mandalorians among the sergeants tended to dismiss the standard clones, seeing them as closer to the organic droids the Kaminoans preferred in their work. To their way of thinking, only the ARCs and commandos were real people. Harkin had seen all the evidence to the contrary. He was going to enjoy collecting his winning purse.

Rawl was officially a standard infantry squad, but they’d kitted themselves out like a heavy support unit. Harkin had approved of their thinking immediately. The E-WHB had raised some eyebrows among the other sergeants, but they couldn’t argue with the results. The Corellians had just laughed and drank to Rawl all night. Harkin was really staring to like the Corellians.

“Alright, people, you all know the Citadel. I want that tower taken in under four minutes!” He paused a moment then, as if he were just remembering something. “Oh, that reminds me. Seems that 99 was back-logged on data work last night. Didn’t have time to charge those power packs of yours to full. Figure you got maybe half charge. Better make those shots count!”