Sprint to cover, aim, keep breathing, fire when you have the shot.
These thoughts raced through Lucas’s head as he traveled the shores of Mon Cal.
Sprinting up to a rock, he takes cover behind it aiming at one of the local creatures, he fires off a few shots taking it down as it attempts to approach his position.
Keep moving, don’t let yourself get pinned, he thought as he moved on, taking some high ground, he surveyed the area. Picking another target, he gets low to the ground and lines up another few shots. Hit, miss, hit. He adjusted the sight on the blaster, and then fired a few ranging shots, more satisifed with the accuracy he continued, jumping up with haste.
He moved on, always moving, always bobbing and weaving, trying to dodge the incoming fire that wasn’t there this time. The rifle stayed hugged close to his chest as he moved, attempting to keep a low profile and move with the cover the terrain afforded.
Into the base, slowly creeping forward, using doorways for cover, one hostile ahead, he fires on him, knowing there is no option to take the sentry out quietly, he simply fires to get the jump on them, and uses a doorway for cover as he fires around the corner blindly. The shoot out lasted awhile no one wanting to risk getting their skulls blown off. Eventually he took the risk and peered around, picking a target he fired a short burst. One down, the others responded with another volley of suppressing fire. I really need grenades for these situations he thought to himself. Eventually he was able to use the same tactics to work his way through the remaining guards, before getting a distress call, he was needed elsewhere so he left, running with all the haste his legs could muster, he made it back in record time, for himself at least, ready to go take care of the distress…