[h3]~| in orbit above Hoth |~[/h3]
'Hoth is decidedly an inhospitable place.’ Anila muttered to no one in particular, least of all her navigational Droid, not caring that it wouldn't respond, on account of the lack of a vocal processor. No, she knew none could listen in. Her roundabout approach from the far side of the planet made her arrive later than she could have if she had tried the direct path, but let her not so easily be tracked. 

There were ships here now. Some in orbit, some heading down to or on the planet surface. Or at least her sensor sweep indicated such. She set the ship on a course for the surface, idly noting that one ship appeared not to be heading down, but not giving it more attention than that. If someone were heading down, then something was presumably still down there. She would need to gather Intel in any case.

She smiled upon realizing that her sensors indicated an approaching blizzard. She couldn't have asked for better cover. Reaching out with the force, she tried to sense others trained in the Force. There were other presences, but none she could quite pinpoint the location of. Curiously, at least one felt darker than was common for the Jedi. Upon sensing that, she immediately pulled back, wrapping herself away from all but a fraction of the Force. She really did not have time to deal with some angsty, out-of-control ‘dark jedi’ now. Far too unpredictable creatures.

Aiming her ship for a deep snowbank near the foot of a glacier, she intentionally buried it as she landed. Even painted white, it needed to be concealed. Only when that was done did she begin to prepare for departure.