Blaster shots could be heard echoing across the junk covered surface of Lotho Minor. The thick smog which seemingly covered the world was lit up with raging plasma bolts. Some slammed into the ground, others into heaps of trash, kicking up muck with each hit. The Stormtroopers of 1st Squad would find their armor became less and less spotless as the firefight raged on. Sergeant Vytuia wiped away a foul splash of waste from his visor which kicked up as he ordered for the troopers on the ground around him to advance and push the advantage. Ahead of them several Junkers had gone down, the cybernetic denizens of the world overestimating the effect their ambush would have on the highly organized soldiers. The nine opposing soldiers had been reduced to four, one on the turret, another beside him and two more below. All while the Imperial's finest remained unscathed in the chaos.  

Tearing ahead, Vytuia led the charge with his loyal brothers behind him. Tapalo and Trawin did their duty to the side, taking advantage of higher ground. As Kavis bounded himself ahead through the path ahead, the turret still remained having gained a better sight of the encroaching troopers. The Sergeant dove to the side as the emplaced weapon zeroed in on him. He slide behind a rusted engine of a starfighter, dirt and filth covering his legs as the turret missed by mere inches. Having forced the approaching soldiers behind cover. 

"Someone take out that damned gun!" Kavis hollered into his commlink over the intense sounds of warfare and between adrenaline filled heavy breaths. The veteran trooper was still well composed and aching to continue the push. He glanced around, and spotted a path to the left, marked with debris along the way. Perhaps a flank could be attempted. 

"Okoye and Skaya go left, quickly. Everyone else pin down those bastards, keep their attention on us. But don't do anything stupid." The commanding trooper stated, then went against his own advice and darted to his right breaking from cover. 

The turret followed his path, lighting the ground ablaze. He could practically feel the heat of the blaster bolts as they drew oh so close to hitting him. As he dove behind debris, one did graze his right leg causing him to yelp in surprise. As he sat behind cover he reached his hand down, feeling where it had skimmed across his leg. The armor had taken the brunt of the damage, a noticeable burn upon it allowing him to see his body suit underneath. He did not feel much pain, and let out a sigh in relief. The turret, and the other Junkers still attacking them continued to fire around him. Kavis firmly grasped his E-11, the blaster rifle marked with dirt but still in peak condition. Then he popped his head up slightly and fired wildly towards the two Junkers near the bottom of the hill, behind cover. The shots slammed into the dirt around them, drawing their attention. As they fired in his direction he smirked.

An advantage the hardened Imperials had was that they were used to this kind of intensity, having been put through hell on training so that they could endure and persevere in such conditions. In other words they were used to this madness, landing on alien worlds, with leering eyes upon them and angry blasters pointed at them but still carrying out orders the best they could. He could almost sense the difference in the Junkers, the aliens having lost five of their soldiers rapidly despite both holding the initial advantage with an ambush, numbers and a turret. Soon enough those five would be extinguished, and his squad would be pushing ahead inside the base.