[Teller]
Teller stood at the top of the ramp exercising the privilege of her rank as team leader (and more importantly, being favored enough by FL-2216 not to have been countermanded) so that she could watch the Resistance people. They had all gone outside after the Wookiee had lowered the ramp and made several unhappy-sounding roars. (This was aside from Finn, who was still briefing the general.)
They were a fascinating group and even more fascinating had been their decision process on choosing a unit leader. They just … picked someone. And they picked the person, not the person in question asserting their authority over everyone else and perhaps proving it by intimidating, harming, or even eliminating whoever challenged them. They'd just talked it out like technicians trouble-shooting a problem.
Which was basically what they were doing now. Something (probably those arthropods, as nothing bigger had showed up on the scanners overnight) had eaten a bunch of the felled tree trunk since the last time they'd seen it. This impacted some plan of the Resistance, apparently to fetch the lost wing and install it. But rather than one person gathering information, making a decision, and ordering the rest to carry it out, they were energetically chattering among themselves, like a single person's decision process cast onto multiple people.
It was noisy and slow and she didn't see how they determined which input was worth listening to, but they seemed very invested in the process. The Abednedo still had a lot to say, just as he had during the choice of unit leader, but it was mostly Rose leading the talking, despite her earlier insistence that she wasn't any good at that sort of thing. She was the one who objected to suggestions and said they would or wouldn't work. Teller kept trying to figure out who was really in charge … and kept failing.
Back in the shuttle, the hatch to the forward compartment slid open. Teller spun around and came to attention, as did the other troopers who had been waiting patiently. General Hux emerged, followed by Finn, then CL-0745. Hux and Finn continued to the ramp and went down it, passing in front of her.
CL-0745 told the rest, "Finalizer team – out on perimeter duty. FL-2216, you're on the general. H-482, do another inventory of supplies with an eye to putting together a few marching packs. Don't assemble them yet. I'll give more information as I have it. The rest of you distribute breakfast. You, FO-1282. Forward. You're on scanners, if you can get them to work." The private scurried off to the forward compartment to watch what instrumentation still worked on the ship.
Teller headed out to stand watch, dispersing to her assigned task just like the rest. The Order's method seemed efficient and sensible. The Resistance was surely aware that people could do things that way. So why didn't they? It was something to ponder as she watched the quiet forest.