You can hear the airship approaching, though, and you hustle your squad away into the forest. You move swiftly for fifteen minutes, finally pausing for a break in a depression.
Your troopers are beaten and bloodied, but they're all still moving. They stare expectantly at you.
"Form a close perimeter," you say. "Give me a minute to figure out where we are."
As they spread out in a circle around you, you examine your forearm display. There's no live tactical information on it, but your maps still work, and you pan around to examine your surroundings. There's a village nearby. Very small, with no known rebel presence. It might have meds, or working communications, or maybe even friendly locals. You figure it's worth a look, if nothing else.
You whisper the plan to your troopers and give the order to move out in a tactical line abreast. You make your way quietly forward through the forest, listening to the rustle of your troopers on either side as they pick their way over rocks and roots. Amori is on your immediate left, two steps ahead, his gaze focused intently forward as he scans for threats. Your "squad" advances through the darkness for a few minutes, until suddenly Amori raises his fist, ordering a halt.
"Rebel vehicles ahead," he whispers to you.
You activate your infra-red and scan the shadows. Through the trees you can see two rebel trucks, one hovering and the other landed, and at least four soldiers milling around. By their actions you'd guess that the landed truck has broken down. The rebel soldiers look alert.