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CT-6619 managed to arrive after what may have been a rather integral part of knowledge, quickly knocking off a salute to the Mandalorian instructor and slipping his training helmet over his head, making a quick mental acknowledgement of those assembled - noting with an internal sigh that CT- 1184, the loudest of their team, was absent - before taking his place on the line along with Troopers 8246, 7627, 7331 and 7642.

"Apologies for the lateness brothers," he said through gritted teeth, a small grunt emerging from behind his teeth as he released his DC-15A was only at half charge, "and sorry Instructor Harkin, I was attending to important matters in the barracks, sir."

[I]Attention... attention... training simulation to begin...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...[/I]

A klaxon blared and the room immediatly shifted into what some might see as a smaller version of the primary Citadel course, walls emerging from the ground at several points, a higher platform rising to overlook the course at the farthest end of the room, and the clanking sound of a dozen or so B1-droids powering up being all too familiar to the Cadets.

"We need to get that gun set up," half-yelled 6619 as he advanced to the nearest shoulder-height wall at a crouch, pointing to a patch of higher elvation off to the right side of the course, "if Bruiser were here we could send him in as bait."

Droids were moving through the course now, some more visible than others, painted white with targets marking them in stark red, coming on like the programmed mechanoids they were and always seeking their more organic enemies.

"Thoughts, comrades?"