Tibbs watched Scar as he searched the latest addition to Zed's kill count and grimaced. Zed's thoughtless kills had never sat right with him, not from the start. Tibbs knew the Sith were not to be trifled with, but the thought of a battle scarred stormtrooper would meet his end; after countless battles by the hand of a Sith hissy fit. He stopped himself, cleared his head and reminded himself that this was the First Order, and there was no place in the First Order to question the acts of a superior. Let alone a Sith. 

He placed his rifle against a few supply crates and walked toward the shoreline looking out at the lake, taking the in sights, the smells & the feeling of such a beautiful planet. Although everything seemed in place, it wasn't. Tibbs knew that Zed's judgement was clouded by his inevitable failure to find a myth such as a Jedi, but the situation was not in their control. The air felt stiff. Silent. Much like the hot desert air not long ago on Tatooine. [i]Is it just my head? I need to keep focus, or I'll end up on Zed's body count...[/i]

Pulling his binoculars from his utility belt he put them up to his helmet and scanned the hills on the opposite side of the lake. Trees. Trees. Trees. The repetition of the opposite shoreline was disheartening. Suddenly he spotted something and he shot back toward its direction. Something was glimmering at the top of the cliff edge and quickly shifted from view. He waited patiently for whatever it was he saw to return. Deep down he hoped it down. Deeper down he hope it did, if only to quell the suspicion. After a few moments he headed back to camp as the squad was likely to head out soon, but first he felt it necessary to report his findings, however small, to Zed. He walked toward him, a lump in his throat. Whether it was fear of Zed, fear of the mysterious figure on the cliff or the unknown ahead of him he kept stride toward the Sith Lord.