“Be sure to keep up!” 7642 remarked to 7331 as he began to lug his way over to the elevated platform. With each and every step, he’d feel the weight of the bulky gun pieces on his back weigh him down. He hoped he’d eventually get used to the feeling, but he was starting to get the feeling that this was just going to be reality for the rest of his existence. 

Halfway towards their desired position, a symphony of blaster bolts erupted from the opposite side of the training course. 7642 did his best to dodge and weave as bolts paraded all around him and miraculously failed to land. Occasionally, he’d turn around to make sure his partner was still running alongside him. 

“Keep us covered!” 7642 barked to his comrades, hoping his plea wasn’t drowned out by the blasterfire. Luckily, he had reached his destination. 

The clone scurried onto the higher ground with an added effort to keep his head as low as possible in hopes of avoiding any incoming fire. He’d quickly work to loosen the straps that kept his gun fastened to his back, causing the various parts to roll off his back with a thump. This was something CT- 7642 had done a plethora of times up to this point thanks to relentless drilling. In the midst of a panic such as this, it was even more so important that he assembled the gun quickly. The clone placed the bulk of the turret in front of him before reaching for the barrel of the gun. He’d begin to fasten the barrel, his hands twisting the part tightly to ensure it was secure. 

“Computer… computer,” CT- 7642 grunted before his hands clasped around the heavy gun’s fire control computer which was laying by his side. He’d forcefully press the device into the base of the gun, sighing in relief after hearing a satisfying [i]click.[/i]

A few whirs and beeps later, the computer module flashed on to reveal a dimly-lit screen. “Got it!” 7642 declared with glee in his voice as there was little else to do other than heave the gun up onto the tripod. He only hoped his partner was able to do his part.