A lithe woman walked through the encampment set up for the strike force after coming back down to the planet surface. She carried with her three pistols of unique make, and a dozen or more bruises of unique size and shape.
She took each step with a bit of a limp, still feeling the pain from the day before a bit... But as she traversed the final few feet leading up to the door of the commander she made sure not to make any type of lingering soreness visible to anyone on the outside.
She leaned in slightly and knocked on the door with a deep breath...