"Ready? Here they come." Sara told Kyla from her perch in the lowest branches of a delapidated tree.
A rather large group of Stormtroopers could be seen sneaking through the underbrush, their white armour glinting in the little patches of sunlight that snuck through the branches. They were spread into a large radius for the most part, what appeared to the captain to be some kind of loose military formation. Blasters pointed at the ready, they slowly made their way to where their commrades had been killed.
"They'll be regrouping in a moment," she guessed, "As soon as they do, we should probably split up, one go right and the other left. That way, if one of us is seen, not both will be captured."