Thrack stares at the scout trooper, he is well equipped, but scrawny, he could take him if he wanted to but he'll wait. Thrack then sees an AT-ST in the distance, about 500 metres away, glance in their direction and then quickly turn away.
"Suspicious," Thrack thought to himself.
"Let's go," Thrack then said to the Imperial. "We could probably make it to the 2nd ridge before it's taken over."
B-Wingin' since the birth of the Rebellian...