Jaing stood perfectly in formation with he rest of Arcca company, as the rain from Kamino pounded down on his Katarn armor, Jaing looked at his brothers on either side of him as they boarded the RSC: Majestic to deploy to Genosis. It was time to defend the Republic against the Droids, or Tinnies, as Sergeant Kal called them.

Art grinned under his helmet, shifting his feet about a little. He stretched his back an inch or so, the heft of his explosives adding to his burden. He was in the back of the formation, along with other troopers carrying heavy weapons, equipment and medical gear.

Glitch was in the middle of the group. Even though they were all marching up a ramp into a battlecruiser, he was fiddling with his wrist-mounted computer, tuning out some last-minute things. He was always a bit more bookish than his brothers, but he didn't mind. The road to becoming a commando had been hard, but he always considered becoming a tech specialist to be harder. Any clone could pick up a blaster and gun down some droids. That's what they were bred for, after all. But to calculate seperatist army positions using known droid schematics data, average movement speed of said droids, and hack some on-site systems to track it all? That took a special kind of mind. Closing the holographic display down, he caught up to Jaing, patting him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Can't wait to touch down on that sandball. I hear Geonosian terminals are particularly hard to crack," Glitch said, smile audible in his voice.

Droplets of rain steadily slid down the visor of RC-00626, or has he had come to called 'Stitches'. The medic stood towards the back of the convoy as they filed off into various transport ships set for Geonosis, gazing over the sea of white helmets Stitches took an introspective moment, how many of them will survive this tour, how many will he not be able to save. This was a problem Skirata had picked up on early through Stitches training, he cared too much about his brothers and not enough about the cause, Skirata had hoped that once Tango squad was planetside he'd be hardened by battle. Shifting through the convoy he approached 'Art' giving him a solemn nod. "I hope you're as good at defusing bombs as you are at planting them, it takes a long time to pull shrapnel out of katarn armor."

"Ain't much I can't defuse, as long as I have the time." Art said grimly, giving his comrade a pat on the back with his off hand. He kept his gaze forward, his smile flattening as he thought of what he knew was occupying the Medic's mind.

"All of you. Can it. Don't want the Awhia -bait to hear you." Jaing said to his brothers as they boarded the ship and took off towards the planet of Genosis. "Get ready gentlemen. Let's go give them a firm kick right in the Sheb'ese"

"Hopefully, we won't get within kicking distance of any Geos..." Glitch muttered, but went quiet after that. Of course, it was natural to be a little nervous in your first deployment. It's not that he was afraid his skills wouldn't hold up, it was the hacking jobs that had him thinking.

Art's comment helped put Stitches slightly at ease, he was well aware of how proficient his squad was, after all they'd been trained by one of the self proclaimed best Mandalorian warriors in the Galaxy. When Jaing issued the command for silence Stitches switched off his transmitter and boarded the ship. Hopefully Stitches wouldn't have to use his medic skills on Geonosis...hopefully.

"You afraid of some buggers, Net Vod?" Jaing askes Glitch as he moves through the assault ship towards the briefing room. Upon arriving there, he moved to hold the door open for the rest of his squad. "Come on, the kind Droid has a fun little exercise for use" He says sarcastically and waits for the commandos to come into the room.

"What? I'm not afraid of any damn Geos. I'm afraid of seeing their ugly faces and getting their blood on my armor. I read several files on them to prepare, and apparently... they reek." Without further words, he stepped into the briefing room.