"I am getting tired of this rain, " Samara said to no one in particular.
She slicked her wet wait out of her face and looked across the bridge with a free hand. The steady rain was coming down in sheets, cutting down on visibility. Despite the very effective camouflage poncho, it didn't little for the humidity. The piece material only covered her torso and hips. Her face, and her boots were soaked within a couple of hours of trekking through the jungle. Samara felt like she might as well be going for a swim. At least her lightsaber was dry and safe in it's holder off her belt.
The rebel looked back at her companions that were unlucky enough to be sent out here in the rain with her. She scowled at the sight of Reit in her armor. The mandalorian was probably nice and dry behind that armored helmet. She could only imagine Reit was laughing. Samara consoled herself that at least Mara was in the same boat as herself. The other woman might even be worse off. She didn't strike Samara as one to be out in the muck and wet of the jungle.
The sith's gaze also moved over Taanoas. There was a mystery. No one had seen his face as he had not removed his armor or facemask. Rumor had it the armor clad force user didn't eat either. Many viewed that with distrust, but he had some how convinced the higher ups that he was an asset to the Rebellion. He carried a lightsaber after all, and opposed the Jedi. That is what really mattered to Samara. The rain hardly bothered him at all.
Samara returned her gaze back to the bridge. The group had been out on the waterlogged trails for the last hour or so.
"Command said the impact was about a klick or so on the other side, right?"
From what she had been told, the bridge was constructed in order to service some remote sensors on that sat on top of a ridge on the other side. Going around the ravine took too much time, and had it's own set of problems. Hence building the flimsy looking bridge in the first place. And since the impact they were to investigate lay in the same general area, it made sense to take the bridge.
It didn't make Samara any happier about crossing the bridge. It looked to be treacherous in the rain and wind. And it made her feel exposed.
"Well, no buts about it..."