"Yes, ma'am." Doc would say to the Kaminoan. "Do you wish for me to start on the seriously injured ones first, then work my way down, ma'am?"

As Gunslinger outlines his strategy, a soft ticking noise could be heard over the speaker. This was the countdown till the exercise started. At one minute there would be another message. 'Supply drop. You have been provided with additional equipment'. At this there would be a quiet click as a panel in the floor of the command complex unlocks. Inside was two stim packs and three thermal detonators. It may not be much, but it was going to help. 'Do not forget cadets, any action taken that is not ordered by your squad leader will result in disqualification. This exercise is to test your discipline, leadership and combat ability.

Meanwhile the soft shell would shrug in response to the cadets question. They want these in full working order by the end of the day. They also want you to have some customization planned as well. You best do a good job'. He'd gesture to the two vehicles. 'When they're done, these will belong to your squad'. With that the clone would make his leisurely way out of the room.

In the medi-bay, the Kaminoan would gesture to the five patients. 'That is for you to decide cadet. This is to be treated as a triage situation. I will remain here to ensure that there are no fatalities. There will be times in the field where you will be overwhelmed with patients. This will be one of those situations'.

Once announced as squad leader for the simulation, CT-6180's eye brows raised. " Today is just full of surprises... And, it doesn't seem like the other cadets are too keen my leadership role either. Best to allow their own individuality shine if operating under me " he thought, briefly looking into the faces of the other cadets. Excited, he considers his own personal strengths. " The boys need room to express originality and judging by this crew, we make a strong pack of scouts for the effort. I think I got it... ".

" Sir, lets proceed with lighter units " he says, confident in his decision. Mynock knew he was faster than his brothers at identifying his opponents vulnerabilities and he would have to remain vigilant at recognizing them.

Jackpot freaks out slightly when the Commandos leave, they were the best of the best in the army, they were to ARCs what ARCs were to regulsar troopers. "Sir, yes, sir." Jackpot barks, "Let's make some scrap. When the detonaters arriver he reaches for one until he hears the voice and grunts, "Not worth the risk, dont want to get DQ'd before we start."

"Each of you, grab a TD. I'll take the last, to distribute later. I'll also take the stimpacks. Since this exercise is about discipline, we'll be following our instructions to the letter: I am Unable to Fight; You two are Unable to Take Action Without Explicit Orders From Me. Should I fall, consider the standing orders to be: Fight to failure."

Jackpot grabs a detonator, "Roger that sargeant, let's just hope you're not the last one."

Slugger grabs a Thermal Detonator and hangs it from his belt, he keeps his cannon ready to fire on a moments notice, " This will be fun, I hope your aim is good Jackpot!, Gunsligner how bout we take some cover before the droids arrive, we can't till you tell us to." He would point to the small bit of cover in front of the two of them.

Tannen looks at Anler, holds out his arm palm-up gesturing to the weapons rack, and smiles.

"After you"

Doc takes a look at the various injuries all have suffered in this room. Some injuries were minor in scope and they could be worked on later. Others needed attention quickly.

"Time to get to work."

"Now now, don't be shy," Anler says, walking towards the weapons rack. He unclips the lightsaber from his belt and puts it on the rack before picking up a training stick similar to the ones used for light sparring at the temple. "I assume you have not built a lightsaber, although, if I understand correctly, you can use the Force in some way," he says, taking a few experimental swings with his simple cane. He is unsure what to think about the newcomer. Someone who apparently uses the Force, but is not a Jedi. This is a very strange move, even for an experimental program. He wonders if Tannen comes from an order of some description, or if he's self-taught. He assumes the former, since if it is the latter it would be unthinkable for the Jedi Order to include him in this project. The question is, which order?

He looks at the clones prepped for melee combat. "Are we to fight armored clones wielding vibroweapons while ourselves unarmored and fighting with this?" he asks, gesturing with his stick at the rest of the wooden weapons on the rack. "I'd feel more comfortable using my lightsaber with the training crystal."

Tannen wears a quizzical expression. "Use the what?" He follows suit and grabs a wooden stick from the weapons rack. While examining his makeshift weapon up and down: "Building a...glow-stick is beyond me."

"I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed - but neither is this." He motions with his head to the "weapon" he is holding. "My eager friend is right, give us something that isn't made for children." Tannen turns to Anler, smiles, and says quietly: "Maybe they want us to start a fire with these?"

The Mandalorian would shrug slightly as 6180 makes his decision. 'Alright, lightning squad it is then. Get into your pods, let's get this thing underway'. The pods were very similar to the sleeping tubes that the clones used. Instead of a be though there was a reclining chair for them to sit on. When safely inside, the pods would slide slowly into the wall they were set in, plunging them into blackness. After a moment or two, a light would flick on. The entire pod was a large screen used to make a realistic rendering of a battle environment.

Controls would slide forwards from the black as well, mimicking the controls that are used on an all terrain recon transport walker. This was the lighting units mention. Light weight walkers that made up for their lack of armour with their speed and dangerous front cannon.

The scene for the training scenario slowly began to form in front of the clones eyes. It was the back of one of the flying transports used to deposit these walkers into a warzone. With a hum the back door dropped open to reveal orange sands rushing by. It was Geonosis, a popular setting for training clones it seemed.

A small hologram of the mandalorian trainer would appear in between the controls of the walker. 'Alright cadets. the scenario is a simple one. The droids have managed to form a defensive line so our main forces are getting bogged down. Your job is to assault this flank. Break this part of the line, destroy their command unit on the ground and destroy as many armoured units as you can before they can mobilize. You've got a long slog ahead of you, but if you listen to your squad leader, you'll make it out alive'. This message must have gone out to all of the clones, as 6180 was that squad leader.

Finally, the countdown for the three clones ready to take on an endless hoard ended. 'Three, two, one, good luck cadets'. With that there would be a moments silence. After about half a minute, there would be a low hum as a single block into the ground shifts to allow a single grey battle droid to rise up from the floor. It didn't even have a weapon in its hand, though it held them as if it was carrying one. It was a short way away from the eastern entrance of the dome, and would begin to march slowly towards the dome.

'Halt republic dog! You will bow to the might of the separatists!' It would repeat in a steady drone as it clanks forwards. It could well be a test of the discipline of the cadets. Perhaps it was a trap, only one way to tell.

The Kaminoan would move to one side to allow the cadet better access to his instruments and patents. They were mostly clones, three to be precise. However there was also a Nautolan and a Twilek as well.

The first two clones looked relatively uninjured, and their charts suggested that they had taken blunt force trauma to the skull. Other than that and their sense being a little scattered, they seemed relatively well.

The third was in a worse off. He had quite a nasty set of burn marks on his chest. The chart said that he had suffered these during a crash of a Y-Wing during a test flight. It was frankly a miracle he was alive and this was the worst of his injuries.

The Nautolan had received a very deep gash to his neck and was actually being kept alive using breathing apparatus to be kept stable. Fortunately this species have several hearts, making them a difficult subject to kill. Perhaps this was why he was being used for training instead of in intensive care.

The Twi'Lek was also seriously injured, though no longer in critical condition thanks to the apparatus she was hooked up to. It looked like she'd taken a number of blaster shots to the lower torso. Fortunately nothing had hit any major organs, but she was still in a bad way.

Swat would nod as he moves to the other side of the room where a separate rack of wooden weapons were stored. It seemed that the clones had been proved with a greater variety of close combat weapons. It was perhaps explained by the fact that jedi usually only use one type of weapon, while these soldiers have to be trained with a greater number of deadly instruments.

'Oh you don't need to worry commander, we won't be using the vibroblades. It's just that they're a pain to remove from the armour. He'd tap one of his forearms, gesturing to one of the blades folded into the armour. 'These aren't meant for you, at least not yet'. He'd laugh at this, grinning cheerily as he removed two short sticks from his rack. 'We've been instructed to stick with these wasters for the first round or so, just to be safe'.

As Tannen talks, a few low 'ooohs' could be heard from the clone troopers in response. Swat would chuckle at this, turning to face the clones for a moment. 'Looks like the new guy thinks he's too good for starter weapons'. He'd hum before gesturing to one of the clones to come forward. 'Buzzard, you're up'.

Buzzard would saunter forwards as Swat tosses him the sticks. 'Let's show the newbie why we are the ones to do what we do' Swat would say as he pats Buzzard on the shoulder. The trooper nods as he moves to his side of the mat, twirling one of the sturdy looking sticks as he goes.

'Alright new guy, you're up'. Swat would call out as the others clear space for them to spar. 'Don't go easy on Buzzard there, he can take a beating'.

"Clanker, 3 o'clock. Jackpot! Acquire target and fire when ready."

" Slugger ! Check our 9, and keep that cannon ready."

"Roger." Jackpot says and fires a bolt of plasma at the clanker, however, the fact that there's only one unnerves him and he can't seem to land a direct hit. "Gahh." He mutters.

" Slugger , 3 o'clock. Take it out."

" Jackpot , if Slugger takes return fire, guard him."

Gunslinger keeps his head low, with his eyes on the command console, vigilant for more hostiles.

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Meanwhile the soft shell would shrug in response to the cadets question. They want these in full working order by the end of the day. They also want you to have some customization planned as well. You best do a good job'. He'd gesture to the two vehicles. 'When they're done, these will belong to your squad'. With that the clone would make his leisurely way out of the room.

CT-2112 would salute with great enthusiasm. "Yes sir! I'll get right on it!" He takes a few moments to look over the two vehicles, assessing the damage to them. Deciding to start on the LAAT/i first, he moves to the equipment table, picks up a hydro-spanner, because you never know when you need one of those, a multi-phasic welder, and a wrench. "Well....hello there beautiful" he says, voice dripping with admiration of the vehicle. He runs a hand along the wing joint as he approaches. "Someone wasn't very nice to you were they?" His tone one of displeasure at the treatment the vehicle received. "Well don't worry your pretty circuits over it, I'm here now, and I'll make sure things go much better for you. Now, don't be shy..." he pops an access panel on the undercarriage of the vehicle, and begins to climb in. "...I'm a professional." Once he's inside, anyone outside might have heard a sound of someone deeply enjoying what they are doing. (check ooc for sound clip) Several minutes of the sounds of metal clanging, and servos servoing, and 2112 emerges from the spot he was in, to decide on his next angle of approach.

After seeing the status of the patients, Doc would start with the crashed Y-Wing pilot: he had suffered the most injuries and was in danger of dying quicker than the Nautolan. The other clones, with their minor injuries, could be attended to later.

Doc sets the medical sensors so that they do any preliminary scans on both the Twi'lek and the Nautolan while he gets going with the pilot.

"Let's see here...CT-1618. Y-Wing crash, gunner got out much better than you did." Checking his body, the poor pilot seemed to have his burns around 36% of his body. Sensors didn't indicate any foreign objects inside the clone's body. "Guess they'll have to call you Burnout once you're back up."

Doc gets focused. He cuts away at any clothing that might have been stuck onto burned skin first, before starting to place bacta patches on the affected burns. "You'll be up in the skies soon, brother. Just remember to double-check your instruments next time; it's hard to tell what's the sky and the sea by sight alone."

A few minutes later, bacta patches have been placed, and the newly-christened Burnout is stable. He'll need some more bacta treatments, but he'll live to fly another day.

The Nautolan was next on the list.

" Right away." Slugger took aim and fired a shot into the droids head, downing it instantly. " Clanker Down. Waiting for further orders."

Once CT-6180 jumped into his training pod, he begun to hear the hum of their simulation dropship. As the transport's back door visually dropped to release the lightning squad, the wind of a familiar orange sand rushes by. " Geonosis... " he clone thought. After listening to the Mandalorian trainer state the objective, Mynock takes his walker to the terra soil by jumping off. Almost immediately the clone catches sight of a sandstorm. " Looks like the storm is in the direction of our objective. If only we could utilize the weather to our advantage... " the clone thought, unable to come up with anything.

" Alright boys, you heard the objective. Lets go flank some Clankers before they can mobilize! Now, if you look off to the horizon of the objective, there is some gracious Geonosian hospitality. This upcoming sandstorm may wreck havoc on our sensors. Lets proceed vigilant, aware of the storm. Lightning squad move out! " Mynock orders.

Almost immediately after the droid was torn apart by Slugger's gunfire, there would be a low hum as more enemies were thrown into the arena. This time it was a squad of 5 enemies to the east of the dome. These ones all had separatist carbines, and they were all aimed at the clone cadets. One of them would see the headless body of their comrade, and would point in its direction. 'RV-420, noooooo!' it would wail in sorrow.

As 2112 would continue with his work, he would suddenly hear a voice emanating from outside of the ship. 'Am I going to have to call an S.O. cadet? Most engineers like to keep their personnel and professional life separate'. It seemed that the supervisor of his training had popped back in.

In the medi-bay, the burnt pilot would cough his way through a slight laugh at Doc's words. 'Oh man I hope not, I was hoping for something to do with my success instead of failures'. He would wince as the bacta pads makes contact with the blistered skin, but would slump back into the bed after the treatment was administered.

The Nautolan would seem to only just be conscious as a mask over his face fed him the much needed oxygen he needed to stay alive. The Kaminoan would make notes of the cadets progress silently as he works.

There would be a metallic crunch as the other walkers leap from transports to join their squad leader. One of them would let out a low whistle as he sees the incoming wall of sand. 'Well, that's going to suck to try and navigate through, Are we just going straight through it boss man or waiting it out?'

Another clone would shake his head as he brig his walker level with 6180's. 'You sound like a weather reporter when you go on like that'.

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As 2112 would continue with his work, he would suddenly hear a voice emanating from outside of the ship. 'Am I going to have to call an S.O. cadet? Most engineers like to keep their personnel and professional life separate'. It seemed that the supervisor of his training had popped back in.

CT-2112 would smile and say "This is my personal life sir! I was literally born to do this! " He turns back to his work on the LAAT/i, and comments absently. "She's coming along, still got some work on her though, but don't worry, I'll have her ready in no time. And THEN ..." he points his hydro-spanner at the other vehicle. "Don't think I forgot about you, you big lug. Don't worry, we'll get you up and running in no time too, but you know, ladies first." He chuckles to himself and heads back to the LAAT/i to continue his work.

“ No time to wait it out. Our brothers are bogged down and need our support. We will proceed as is and continue to read the sandstorm as we approach the objective ” he responds.

"5 clankers to the East. Slugger: Start firing left to right. Jackpot: Fire right to left."

"Just take a rest now, 1618. You'll be up soon," Doc said to him with a smile. "And hopefully, no one else gets the same idea with the nickname."

He then focused his attention on the Nautolan. Doc had prioritized the Nautolan over the Twi'lek first, since there was a chance that a heart could fail and bring him closer to death. He still had sensors keep an eye out for any changes in the Twi'lek, should anything start to go south. It was also nice that helping CT-1618 out freed up resources to start figuring out what was happening with the other clones.

Doc took a look at the situation before him. "Hmm, Jex Stoatro...interning for Doctor Pok Na, huh? So that's who got hurt when that 2-1B malfunctioned." Either way, it was time to get to work.

A lot of the work was done in staunching the blood flow from the cut, but some bleed-through still occurred. All it took was placing more bandages to staunch the flow of blood. A bit later, Doc cleaned the wound and stitched the cut handily. It was relaxing getting the stitching done, as Doc was confident he was helping to save lives.

"Well, you won't be able to talk much for a couple of days. Probably won't be eating normally for a couple of days, too. But you'll be fine." Doc said. The Twi'lek would be next on the line.

Slugger spins to view the new set of droids he brings martha to bear on them and lets loose. Martha rains death upon the squad as it closes in easily downing 3 of the 5 droids. " Jackpot that's 4 already! You plan on letting me have all the fun?"