Carbon
CT-00001
Geonosis
Landing Pad A47
He admired the DLT-19x. It was a powerful weapon, and it's scope made sighting in on targets quite easy. It's why he'd set up shop on the landing pad. The rest of the clones? He was fairly certain they were still being armed and trained on Kamino. But he'd come to the capital of the Confederacy to see the droids he'd be fighting alongside... and see how well they'd hold up against the targeting blaster.It had taken a little convincing, but his credentials had gotten him a series of droids set up on the dusty plains below. A wind send annoying red particles whipping across the landing pad he was on, no doubt scouring the paint from his armor, but that was fine. His pauldrons would keep his shoulderjoints protected and the kama would keep the worst of it from his legs. Taking the rifle gingerly in his hands, he set it down with the barrel resting on the lip of the platform and then lowered himself to his belly alongside it.
Taking a moment to adjust where he lay, he parted his legs behind him for stability, and then brought the rifle up to his shoulder. For now, he was worried about making sure the scope was working properly despite the less than hospitable conditions. He panned it 'up' the line of droid targets, from B1s to 2s to Destroyer Droids and all manner beside. He'd specifically requested one each of the infantry models, just to see how they'd take a shot.
It'd be useful to know how efficient his mobile cover would be on a battlefield.
"I wish they'd told me clankers would be so ugly." He mutters, dropping the scope of a B1. It automatically zoomed in at his command, and he took in it's skeletal frame and tiny relay pack. If you could personify 'easily snapped neck' in droid form, these were it. He almost shook his head; almost. "Or so fragile..." A squeeze of the trigger, and a bolt of blue light spat from the end of his barrel, which immediately vented excess heat into the air.
Below, the droid popped apart like a child's toy. "Stupid. Who uses these things?" It was weird talking to himself in his helmet, but he'd gotten used to the slight echo. Not that anyone was around to hear.
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