The blasterfire whizzing over 8246's head suddenly started to sound just a bit louder. He risked a quick peak, noting a tannish blur in the tower and the lumbering forms of what could only be two super battle droids making their way down the middle before he ducked back behind the artifical cover. If those clankers kept up that advance, this whole run would be sunk before it could get started. The medic let slip a tiny, colorful bit of Mando'a as he stayed hunkered down, turning his Deece over and over in his hands. Just like Harkin to throw a few surprises into the mix. 8246 admired the idea to keep their power packs at half charge; it would keep everyone smart about how and where to fire a shot. Not sure how well it'd translate over to real combat - he couldn't see himself ever forgetting to bring charged packs to the field. [i]That doesn't exactly matter now, though.[/i] 

Focus, focus. 8246 took another quick scan of the room, this time with his attention trained on his brothers. 7642 and 7331 were getting the gun up in what must have been some kind of record time, but the fire coming from the tower was doing quite a bit to hamper that accomplishment. 7627 was drawing fire farther up the center. Without hesitating, 8246 swung his carbine up and squeezed of a burst of shots towards the tower, trying to give the guys on the turret an opening. 

"Look alive, [i]ner vod[/i]!" He called up to 7642, jerking his helmeted head towards the Supers downrange.