As the Larty took off from the arena and relocated to the Forward CP, Echo made sure the clone he had helped earlier was taken care of first. There was an exchange of wounded and supplies here. The trooper knew that he couldn't save everyone, after all this was war and his job as a soldier was to fight. But then again, his job was also to look after his brothers, just as they would him.
"What's your name, buddy?" Echo asked as they moved the clone off the ship. The clone was shot up with bacta as he looked up to answer back.
"CT 1234. You?" He asked. Echo nodded and grabbed the clone's hand and gave it a squeeze.
"CT 2389. 1234 eh? That's a lucky number. Lucky name. You'll be alright. I'll see you back on Kamino. We'll swap stories later." Echo said. With that, he let the clone go and quickly rearmed himself. He hadn't used a lot of ammo in the last fight, he had mostly been running support. However it was always good to be prepared. Echo loaded back into the Larty and went with the rest of his squad.
Between all the wreckage on the ground and ships hitting the dirt, there was a lot of backdraft being kicked up, which meant that when the clones got to the ground it would probably be hard to see. That wasn't going to affect hitting clankers, seeing as how they were everywhere, but it might be bad for walkers and other artillery that are trying to hit the objective.
"This would be a great day to have those butt capes that the ARCs have, am I right? Man I want one of those butt capes." Echo said to his squad as they approached the battlefield. He then decided to actually say something useful.
"Falcon, sir. If we can get a clear visual of those turbo laser emplacements I might be able to send the coordinates to our walkers for some long range precision strikes. It'd be faster, but we might risk danger close. Your call, sir." Echo said to the leader.