Private Cold Requiem

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Hoth

Equipment:
Winter Gear | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

Acier had never felt cold like this before. The kind that felt like it was biting you, coiling around your entire body and infiltrating to your muscles and bones. Even with all the layers and warm clothing he had on, he could still feel it.

Every breath he took made his lungs ache. Bonadan had humid air, smog, and rain. Even the worst nights there didn't feel like this. This, though? This was hell... and yes, the irony wasn't lost on him.

Never coming back here he thought to himself.

He'd only been here a short few hours since the Flickerfox had dropped out of hyperspace above Hoth. Ace was chasing the source of a mysterious distress beacon. It was an Old Republic signature with a Jedi encryption. Well, he thought it was. Maybe he'd find something useful here, either for himself or the Hidden Path.

But now he was regretting every decision he'd ever made that led to this moment. He was freezing, alone, and extremely pissed off - at himself. Still, there was something ahead. A jagged mound in the distance, partially buried in ice and weathered durasteel. It was just visible enough through the flurry. It seemed to be the remains of a structure… or maybe a hangar.

Whatever it was, whatever he was responding to. He wasn't expecting to find anything worthwhile. And yet, he still carried on.

Iandre Athlea​

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Destination Hoth. Why? Because Iandre had been monitoring the ancient coms from her old shuttle. It should have gone into a museum, but it belonged to her. A part of her first life, even though she had done her best to leave it behind. When it had started lighting up, she began to translate the encryption. It didn't make sense to the former Jedi, but she knew she needed to answer this plea. Even if all she found were a corpse, she would have an answer to who was sending the call.

The planet wasn't entirely unknown in her time, but it was closer to a smuggler's hideaway than anything significant. After her time, it had become something far more critical, and Iandre had learned about Hoth on her way there. Making sure to pack for the extreme cold, she would be relying on her armor to help keep her warm.

With a bit of extra research, she decided on what supplies to bring along. Hooks, pitons, and rope for sure. With all the ice in this world, she felt the stability these items could bring would be a welcome balm to her frazzled nerves. This was located in the heart of Sith territory. Granted, Iandre wasn't a Jedi anymore; she certainly was no Sith.

Packing the items into a backpack, she locked her helmet in place and started to bring her ship down for a landing. Honing in on where the beacon was coming from, her radar picked up another lifeform. Growling under her breath, she had high hopes it wasn't a Sith but had the feeling it might be.

Almost flying low enough to buzz Acier Moonbound , her arrival would certainly be noticed by him. She also hoped she came in low and fast enough that any planetary forces didn't pick her up. As she had not tried to fire on the stranger, she climbed out of her ship without being threatening.

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Hoth

Equipment:
Winter Gear | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

Ace heard it before he saw it, the sound of a ship's engine descending overhead. Lifting his head, he watched as it passed over and docked not too far from where he was approaching. Unsure of what to expect, Ace unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and cautiously made his way toward.​

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It ignited with a snap-hiss, its blue glow illuminating on the white snow's surface. Eyes set on the woman who had just emerged from the ship, she didn't appear hostile. But that didn't mean anything, not really.​

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Ace's eyes narrowed on the woman as he drew near, the hum of his blade cutting through the silence. Reaching out with the Force, he didn't sense any hostility from her, both on the surface or deep within. As well as this, he could not feel any danger either.​

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He stopped, just a few feet away from her - gaze lingering on her a few moments longer. Ultimately, he extinguished his blade and clipped it back to his belt. His posture naturally straightened and his shoulders pushed back before he finally spoke, cutting the tension.​

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"You here about the distress signal too?" he asked, pausing briefly "I mean, obviously, right? Why else would you be on this ice box." ​

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Since joining the Hidden Path. Involving himself in something bigger than just him, he was slowly trying to overcome his 'lone wolf' tendencies. Become more willing to offer help and accept it too. Ace glanced toward the structure in the distance before falling back on the woman. Maybe he'd offer an olive branch for once.​

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"Assuming you don't try and kill me, wanna check that out together?" Ace awkwardly held his hand out "I'm Ace." ​

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Iandre Athlea​

 

[Iandre Athlea]

The sight of a blue blade caused Iandre to slow down in her movements. Once he turned off his lightsaber, she relaxed as much as she could on this frozen rock of a world. Matching his stance, she lifted her helmet off and shook out her braids. Placing it under one of her arms, she held out her other hand to offer it to shake.

"I am."

Giving him a simple nod, her answer was just as simple.

"I'm Iandre Athlea, and yes, I feel it's wise to travel this together."

One hip held her lightsaber hilt, and the other a blaster that was unique to the Lilaste Order—a weapon created to deal with Force users.

Pointing in the direction of the ruins, she wondered what had happened all those years ago.

"My pleasure to meet you, Ace."

Replacing her helmet, she resealed it with a satisfying hiss. Her voice was now modulated as she spoke.

"Have you noticed any other life? Hopefully, we can disable the beacon before it gets any additional attention."

Acier Moonbound