Icarus
In the early morning glow of Coruscant, the rising sun shined into the hangar bay of the Jedi Temple staring across the vast cityscape. His own refuge becoming increasingly crowded with the growth of their ranks in the Jedi Order's newfound era of... relatively unprecedented peace. Rakaan tinkered with the exposed electronics on the wing of the assigned shuttle, the shocking sparks and whirs enough to remind him of his own mortality. A grimace lined his features with the sound of a sigh, taking in the rest of the poorly thrown together flying deathtrap.
It would do, he mused while wiping the sweat from his brow.
On the lowered ramp, Rakaan stood leaning on the wall of the ship with an ankle crossed over the other and a datapad in hand. He read over the details one last time, a mission to scout Hothand investigate rumoured Sith presence. His brow furrowed, "Arfour, did we pack the cold-weather gear?"
A series of affirmative chirps flew out from the inside.
"And what about the cold-cold-weather gear?" He asked again, his eyes never rising from the datapad.
More beeping chirps answered.
His lips pursed, a faint smile. "Thanks, bud."
Far as Rakaan had read in the archives, Hoth was more frozen wasteland than cold, winter resort. Of what did live on that rock, it only did so through millions of years of evolution to become perfectly honed to survive in such a place. While Rakaan may well have liked to think himself a capable survivor, those temperatures seemed out of his depth. The frost may kill him well before Sith could ever be sighted, if they ever dared step on the rock. He didn't seem to think so, for why would they? Why would anyone? Somewhere more... hospitable, appeared more fitting.
Nevertheless, it was their mission.
The astromech whirred, beeped, chirped and rocked back and forth all of a sudden. His crimson top spinning, round and round. Loud, too loud. The other Jedi, learner and teacher alike, started to stare. "What, what?" Rakaan chided him, only then for his gaze to rise up towards the approaching Padawan - a familiar face, though only seen on a file.
"So, you're my Padawan for this one?" He asked smilingly, though he could not help but think he looked a touch too old to be a Padawan. "Late admission, eh?"
He tossed the datapad, detailing the mission to Hoth. "Heads up," Rakaan said while throwing, "I assume you're all read up?"