Not Chorus, then, and sure as hell not something that sounds familiar. Broadcasting murder for entertainment is a far cry from a civil war on a backwater planet. People with the power to bring back the dead as something more than an encryption in a handful of dog-tags?

“Didn’t look anything like this, did it?” She’s blind right now, moron. Immediately, he backpedals with a wince that’s as pointless as the apology. “I mean - sorry, I meant more like...this place looks like a meadow, and I don’t see anything that looks like your typical kind of surveillance.”

Even the sim trooper outposts had reasonable places to survey from a distance, purely by design. And this kind of hilly grassland is he opposite of ideal.