Deep down, Leetan Aforni didn't really care about this job. He didn't care that wampas were violent, half-sentient, and difficult to track. He didn't care that he could get a hefty sum for their pelts and horns. He didn't even care that a band of explorers had promised him a bonus if he cleared out a particularly nasty pack that had set up a few klicks from their base camp. At this moment, he cared about one thing and one thing only:
Hoth was k****** cold.
Shivering even in his heated body suit, Leetan trudged through the snow, following the trail even his keen Rodian senses had trouble keeping track of. He had been following the trail for several hours, and was growing sick of it. Rodians were not built for this weather. The HBt-4 sporting blaster rifle on his back was growing heavy, and his stomach was beginning to rumble. If he didn't find more solid evidence soon, he'd have to set up camp for the night or pass out from cold and exhaustion.
He topped a final rise and, seeing nothing on the other side, decided to call it. He would keep tracking tomorrow. Pulling the shelter from his pack and setting up a camp stove, he settled in for a night on Hoth.
Hoth was k****** cold.
Shivering even in his heated body suit, Leetan trudged through the snow, following the trail even his keen Rodian senses had trouble keeping track of. He had been following the trail for several hours, and was growing sick of it. Rodians were not built for this weather. The HBt-4 sporting blaster rifle on his back was growing heavy, and his stomach was beginning to rumble. If he didn't find more solid evidence soon, he'd have to set up camp for the night or pass out from cold and exhaustion.
He topped a final rise and, seeing nothing on the other side, decided to call it. He would keep tracking tomorrow. Pulling the shelter from his pack and setting up a camp stove, he settled in for a night on Hoth.