Chief nods, "RC-1187, Commander."

Twitch's mouth...well, twitches in the ghost of a smile as he nods when identified.

Boomer, who somehow seemed 'bigger' then his brothers despite being the same physical makeup, nods as well but keeps his silence.

"You're correct, sir." Chief confirms, looking to the Kaminoans who begin bringing in the armor peices.

The pod accept them all, suiting up quickly. Within moments, they are all faceless, helmeted commandos stretching and bending in the armor to test how it settles on their bodies.

It's far more difficult to tell them apart, now, but from the way they occasionaly touch the lines of the armor; it wont be long before they aqquire some paint to customize the gray surface like the Commandos had been doing since Delta Squad earned the authorization to do so.

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The trandoshan pulls back sharpley from the swing. The vibroblade draws sparks against the armored plate the lizard wore on its chest.

But as the sweep draws the blade up and Cyphor must turn its momentum above his head, she bulls foreward and brings her ridged skull into a headbutt of the bothan's sensitive nose.

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