[member="Glaze Starchaser"] [member="Sawa Ike"]
Well, at least the blood was out of her gloves. But now they were sopping wet, and Kerstas did not want to waste energy using the Force to dry them a little faster. At least the blood is no longer under my nails, she thought, briefly admiring the black paint. At least, trying to; the cold and the fight had caused the polish on one nail to become slightly chipped. How bothersome; I will have to redo that when we get home.
Standing up, Kerstas donned her cold-weather gear again and went out of her tent, taking a moment to focus on the Force. While she might be against using the Force to dry her clothes, she was not against using it to make the air around her at least a little warmer. The Chagrian closed her eyes, and within seconds she felt herself become warm enough to notice, though if she went for to long it would start to exhaust her. No matter; the whole point of this is to strengthen us. And that means me.
That done, the girl stalked over to the small fire that one of her soldiers had started. Boom Boom, probably; the others looked up at the Sith, begged pardons, and walked into their tents. Corporal Isali, Sergeant Leon, and Boom Boom (who shot a glare at the Acolyte) remained.
"Corporal Isali." The woman snapped to attention -- or tried to, anyway. She winced from the pain of her rib, but kept her salute.
"Ma'am."
"I heard your rib was broken. I suggest you go rest before we move again."
"Of course, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." The mousy corporal beamed at Kerstas, but was put off a little when it was not returned. Acting like it was no big deal, Izzy nodded her head at Boom Boom and Leon. "Sergeant. Private." She then went into her tent.
"You too, Boom Boom. I wish to speak with Sergeant Delgado alone."
Boom Boom muttered something under her breath, prompting Leon to give her a stern look. "Go on, Ani'ta. You heard Acolyte Amidas."
Again, the blonde looked like she would be stubborn, but one look from the older man and she, too, went to her tent. As soon as she was gone, Leon took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Blue tells me you want first watch."
Kerstas sat down across from the man, watching the ember glow. "I sensed a presence, when we were fighting the wampa. While I have not yet searched for it, I am inclined to believe that the presence is somewhere nearby -- and might have even been following us."
"That could be problematic." He took another drag on his cigarette. "But what you're telling me -- and our men -- is that you don't trust them to watch. Radio's been scanning the wavelengths for anything, and Junior could always use the cold air." Leon leaned forward, the cigarette hanging from his lip. "We aren't just here as cannon fodder; we do have some skills, you know."
The Chagrian looked at him coldly. "I am aware of that. But if this is a Force User, as I suspect, I would be able to sense him, or her, first."
The sergeant dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I'll give you that." He then sat back and made no move to leave.