Iratann'Dira
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A cold wind howled over the surface full of ice over Hoth. Although being outside would probably meant a death sentence to most species, the interior of the base where Iratann'Dira was sleeping soundly, in a bunk bed. After her small adventure in Kashyyk, she had came with Mit Tuxaire, who had offered to help her get away from any slaver or bounty hunter that she could encounter. She had also came because she wanted to find her way in the galaxy, unsure of where to go or what to do now that she was free.
Iratann had accepted, and together, they had traveled over to the cold planet of Hoth, beacuse Mit had found information about a base full of weapons, devices, and other trinkets, that, although old, were still functional, and could provide anyone who was willing to sell the old technology with a good amount of credits. That was, if they could open the door of the vault, which was deep in the complex.
The base itself was not difficult for Mit and Iratann to find. Although old, and falling apart, with some hallways and rooms blocked by huge piles of ice and snow, and lot of fissures and cracks on the metal walls, that often let the freezing air inside, the base was still operational, after the mercenary had restored the power, although not to it's fullest, as the reactor and electrical system had suffered a lot of damage in all the years that had passed since it's abandon.
Iratann didn't worry on this things, though. At the moment, she felt really relaxed, and cozy, having covered her slender body with many blankets, as she had never liked the cold, much less the kind of cold that could freeze you to death. Every now and then, she would talk in her sleep, speaking about hopes, dreams and nightmares...
Iratann had accepted, and together, they had traveled over to the cold planet of Hoth, beacuse Mit had found information about a base full of weapons, devices, and other trinkets, that, although old, were still functional, and could provide anyone who was willing to sell the old technology with a good amount of credits. That was, if they could open the door of the vault, which was deep in the complex.
The base itself was not difficult for Mit and Iratann to find. Although old, and falling apart, with some hallways and rooms blocked by huge piles of ice and snow, and lot of fissures and cracks on the metal walls, that often let the freezing air inside, the base was still operational, after the mercenary had restored the power, although not to it's fullest, as the reactor and electrical system had suffered a lot of damage in all the years that had passed since it's abandon.
Iratann didn't worry on this things, though. At the moment, she felt really relaxed, and cozy, having covered her slender body with many blankets, as she had never liked the cold, much less the kind of cold that could freeze you to death. Every now and then, she would talk in her sleep, speaking about hopes, dreams and nightmares...