Veles impatiently paced to the far end of the cockpit and back to the window, his large amber eyes watching the snow-covered planet with a worrisome look on his face. The Mon Calamari found the endless waiting agonizing, wanting to be already on his way back with Sabrina aboard the ship! Memories of a certain torture session of the past flashed through his mind, and he could see it as clearly as if it happened yesterday; a captured Jedi strapped to a chair, her organs being removed. A very gruesome and agonizing way of extracting information, yet he did not protest upon witnessing it. She fully deserved it, after all. Right now though, the amphibian wished he had never seen it, as his imagination swapped the filthy Jedi with poor lady Banshee. The Mon Cal’s webbed claws absent-mindedly tapped into the metal wall on his right as he turned on his heels, going back to the cockpit, his mind still filled with disturbing images. Of all Sith those terrorists could have captured… lady Banshee!
Clasping his hands behind the back and closing his orange eyes, the Sith Master forced himself to stop and focus. As much as he disliked the fact, the capture of his best friend had affected him far more than he would have imagined. Logically, he knew going after his friend hot-headed only increased the chance of failure, but… lady Banshee! One of the few who shared his ideals and acted as true Sith! Unwilling to lose the few people he truly valued as friends and also respected as strong-willed individuals, Darth Veles took several deep breaths and opened his eyes, glaring at the back of the pilot. “Take us to Hoth, pilot, several kilometres away from the supposed location of the base. Then keep your altitude low, fly as close to the ground as possible and get us closer to the extraction point.” The Sith Master addressed the man, his face stone.
While the small ship ripped through the atmosphere, the Sith proceeded to prepare himself, checking his armor and weapons. Everything appeared to be fine, therefore the amphibious man moved to the cargo bay where the rest of his team awaited, each of the twelve men dressed in modern Sith trooper armor and armed with standard blaster rifles, light machineguns and scatterguns, also wielding thermal detonators. All sat in their seats, the Mon Cal being the sole exception as he took several steps closer to the door that would release the rescue team into the freezing hell of Hoth and remained standing there, his gloved hand grabbing a handle. Even when the ship slightly shook when going through the atmosphere and then the strong winds present on the planet, the Sith Master maintained his footing. The cybernetic augmentations certainly helped, he could not imagine not having those. How quickly could one get comfortable with a body upgraded like this! The only comparison that came to Veles’ mind was the Dark Side; enhancing and changing one’s body, much like the technology.
The soft bump that came several long minutes later signalized they have landed. One step forward and the Sith Master stood in reach of the control panel. As the soldiers around got up and lined up, Veles pressed the button and opened the hatch, also causing the ship to extend a ramp that swiftly made contact with the snowy ground. Icy breeze immediately carried hundreds of snowflakes inside the ship, but none of the men in the cargo bay cared, all wearing full body armor. The group marched out, and as soon as the last soldier stepped off the ramp, into the snow, the hatch of the ship closed again. “Everyone, follow me, formation wedge!” the Sith Master ordered and moved out as the soldiers positioned themselves behind him and followed, their swift pace moving them towards the base.
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