Ky'ram ducked behind the crumbling wall. His cover was rapidly deteriorating as bolts of superheated and packeted plasma slammed into the duracrete. He popped up from behind his cover, let off a couple of shots from his Verpine Sniper Rifle, then looked up. The cliff looked scalable.
With a click and fwoom, he was ascending.
When he reached the top, he unhooked the cable and joined the other snipers.
"Nico, Bes'bev, Nynir. Su'cuy. Let's bag us some plastoid pansies."
He sighted his Verp, and lobbed a det sideways back down the cliff where he had just been. He pressed the detonator, and the valley between two cliffs exploded in a flurry of flame and dirt.
"Yeah! I love the smell of burnt plastoid in the mornin'!"