Pri ducked reflexively as blasterfire burned holes in the air above him, then snapped off a return shot as the Cartel trooper ducked back around the corner ahead. Fighting through the labyrinthian service corridors of Yag'Prime was grueling work, but it was the only way to clear the remaining Bacta Cartel forces from the station.
"Get a repeater up here!" barked the sergeant leading Pri's squad. "Put some fire on that corner, keep his head down."
The dull red of the floor vents battled with the occasional intact overhead light, creating a hellish atmosphere. Broken wires and pipes added a medley of hisses and crackles, hiding the sound of boots on deck plating.
The repeating blaster started barking, sending a hail of bolts past the intersection. Pri sighed to himself and started moving forward once more.
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