Cal huffed, boots splashing in the puddles as he ran. He knew this would be a risk, one he had been willing to take. Rain beat down on him as he rounded a corner and inhaled sharply. BD beeped in alarm, clinging to his shoulder strap.

The Mantis needed repair, the hyperspace drive damaged, he’d known stopping on this high traffic planet meant risking being spotted. He’d slipped up and now purge troopers were hot on his tail.

“Left or right?” He shouted to BD, his personal navigator.