Kal ran, keeping his head low, bolts cutting the air around him, but with the suppressive fire coming from his side, only a few blaster shots came his way, but one still managed to hit between the armor plates, where only a bodyglove was protecting him, a line of fire cutting his side. Stumbling from the shock, Kal just pushed harder on his legs, the adrenaline coursing through him dulling the pain long enough to let Kal reach the roof where the closest group of hostiles were located.

Circling around a dome decorated with faded fresco, Kal came upon a pair of enemies, but even if they had expected him, using his speed and the protection afforded by his armor, he rushed them, violently shoving the first one, a small, tanned human, off the roof to crash in an alleyway below and from the sound of broken bones that followed, it was likely he wouldn't get up. The second, a Devanorian with yellowing skin, was too close for either of them to properly raise their weapon, so Kal grappled her, the impact allowing to move and use her as a living shield against the enemies on the next roof, as they were taking aim at him. For a second they hesitated, before fire from Kal's allies forced them back into cover, one screaming and holding a smoking arm.

Meanwhile, the Devanorian had recovered from the shock and while preventing Kal from bringing his gun to bear with one hand had started raining blows with the other. Even though his armor protected him from permanent damage, the blows still unbalanced him and he was pushed back. As he stumbled back, the Devanorian realized her mistake, Kal still had his blaster, while she had dropped hers in the scuffle and before she could do anything, Kal raised his weapon with an unsteady hand and fired at her lower body.

"Got you bitch."

As Kal's target fell down, clutching her midsection and screeching in pain, he dropped behind a condenser, narrowly avoiding blaster fire that would have taken his head off. Trying to catch his breath, Kal realized that one of the blows must have broken his air filter and he smelled ozone, burned plastek, charred flesh and spilled blood. Odors of death, but to Kal they were sweeter than any fragrance, because they meant he was again in the middle of another fight.

"Milma!" came a shouted cry from one of the hostiles on the next roof over, likely calling the enemy that was still weakly moving a few feet away from Kal. Looking from where he was crouching, Kal saw the caller, another Devanorian, trying to reach her position, but the moment he got outside of cover, he was met with a bolt that sent him to the ground, likely dead.

At this Kal heard an ugly bark from Deku from his commlink "Ah! Got the idiot!" and Kal realized that his commlink was full of voices, coming from his fireteam, the scouts that had finally joined the right channel and sergeant Tobias' squad, which were now clambering on the rooftops, adding their fire to engagement and moving to further flank the remaining hostiles.

While Kal kept his head down, feeling bruises forming over his upper body, the hostiles had started moving back, keeping intense fire before jumping in the alleyways below, where they could disappear in the maze they formed and where they couldn't be followed by the stormtroopers, unless they pulled most of the First Order manpower in the system for an hazardous sweep. Kal opened fire at their retreating backs, but his shots missed "Firefriek! These rats can't fight but they sure can run!" He cursed.

As Kal's fireteam was called to regroup in the main street below, he hesitated to finish his last victim, who was trying to crawl away, one hand pressed to her stomach.

"Got a live one here!" Instead he signaled one of the troopers that were starting to cordon the area: if she survived, she could be interrogated, a fate surely worse than a mercy killing on the battlefield and then lead the First Order to those of her confederates who had survived the confrontation. As he walked back down to the main street, holding his side where he had been hit, he reminisced of similar fights on Corusant, during the many bouts of internecine gang warfare that wracked the lower levels. This time it was under the harsh light of a star and not the half light of the lower levels of the ecumenopolis and looting off the deceased wasn't exactly standard procedure, but the fire and fury were the same, an identical relish at killing other sentient beings, of putting their life on the line and coming on top.

As he walked down in the street, he checked his fireteam: Deku's armor was darkened in a few places, from glancing hits and ricochets, but Shartan was limping heavily from a deep burn to his leg and was helped by Five-Seven, whose armor was still pristine.

"Shartan, you better not stay at the doc for too long, sure we gonna fight that drek again. And Five-Seven, you done something in that firefight. Or was it just hiding as usual?" Kal barked, before standing at attention to give his report to lieutenant Mane'sen.


AN: Milma's one of the suggested names for female Devanorian in the SW5e rulebook, so I guess it must be coming from somewhere?