TIME: 9:45
Snow falls, nothing in the air. Simon awakes, blinded by the cold air, snow getting inside the window. He get's up from his loft bed and heads to his ruined Kitchen. He forgets where he lives again.. Hoth?.. Maybe. He tries to find his hat but cannot seem to have a clue. He walks out into the cold. The hottest spot here, is the coldest spot at any other planet.
"Days have gone colder, and I still cannot bear the heat of words from people's mouths" He states, walking through the blistering storm.
The snow gets brisker and brisker as it falls. Simon can barely see 12 feet in front of him. He walks for what seems as hours, hours of pure walking. He is tired, but he must continue his trip. He needs to continue this trip. Sometimes, he takes a sip out of his canister, and sometimes a piece or two of meat from his pocket. He walks and walks, but doesn't reach. He knows he must find somewhere to rest, he cannot find what he needs when dark.
An hour passes, he finds a bar.
TIME: 14:32
He walks inside the bar, small but he can use it to rest a little more before he heads out once again. He goes to the bathroom to at wash up before he gets seen by people. He finally looks clean again. A Lady see's him walk out, she seems to be the bartender.
"Hello, mister. What'll it be?"
"Just some coffee, or whatever you have." He sets down his cash on the table. The fire hot beside him.
"Hows Hoth doing you?"
"As it's doing for everybody else, I suppose."
He sits in the bar, looking around at the things surrounding him. He's interested. Not much time passes until the lady screams, saying things about "BANDITS!" ...He tries to ignore her cries, but it gets to annoying for him to genuinely handle. He walks outside, and sees a group of five bandits marching their way towards the bar.
30 MINUTES LATER
He stares at the bandits arriving and pulls out his blaster. Shaped and built as a revolver, one shot with this to a lethal spot...is..death. The bandits stop in front of him. Forever it felt as they stared at each other. One of the bandits drew their weapon to shoot at him, trying to move the man. But Simon quickly drew his blaster, shooting him square in the stomach before he could make anywhere near a close move. Before they can react he takes down one more with a shot to the chest, the others quick to get into cover. He also moves behind cover. One of the bandits, stupid enough to hide behind a snow bank..Simon blasts towards it, the lazer cutting through the snow and killing the third bandit. With another shot covered in snow, he gets the 4th bandit. Not paying attention a another lazer from one of the bandits slash and burn the right side of his face, blood rushing not a second after. He is quick to shoot. Heavy breathing, he falls to the snow tired, and worn from the fight.
"Getting to old, for this..."
The sun finally setting, he lays tired. And weak.
