Private Ice, Ice, Baby

[Dagmar Kortu]

Dagmar hadn't seen Traden Avarice or the rest of the Warhogs for quite a while. The rest of the group were in the frontlines fighting the Brotherhood, Dagmar was freezing his ass off in the frigid, isolated world of Rhen Var along with the rookie Mela or whom Dagmar had nicknamed back when they first met on Jedha: Meat. Dagmar's impressions of Mela was something of a mixed bag, on one hand she was talented shot, able to down some Brotherhood remnants with ease. On the other hand, she is green as the grassy plains of Naboo. Mela was fresh out of basic and has never killed before, Dagmar remembered seeing the young woman shaken by the fact she was forced to kill. He told her that killing was something that was going to get easier the more time they've spent as a soldier. It wasn't the best way to reassure Mela, but it was something that Dagmar needed to be honest about. In war, there are no heroes nor villains. Just people who have given into their base instinct and are fighting for survival.

The Sniper remained perched on the edge of one of Rhen Var's large mountains taking an hour-long break after spending the morning climbing up the mountain. They've been on the planet for a week now and were making progress towards the Brotherhood base. The mission that the rebel alliance has given Dagmar and Mela was to recover a downed module in an abandoned temple the Brotherhood was using as a base of some sorts. Estimated soldiers in the base numbered around 1,500. A typical mission for the Warhogs, though Dagmar was worried about Mela. She needed to grow up and fast, this was an advanced mission that required a scalpel and if she messes up......

Dagmar shook his head, she won't. At least that was what he was telling himself, Traden chose Mela for a reason. He still wasn't sure why he chose her but Dagmar will respect his decision, nonetheless. Brushing off some snow off of his coat, Dagmar reached into his pocket and took out the picture of Octavia Bardot in the black dress he made for her back in Naboo. His heart fluttered, Dagmar missed Octavia, her teasing, her artwork, the fact that she was always there for him despite the fact that Dagmar was away. He gripped edges of the photo frowning. He promised to write to Octavia, to keep in contact with her and that's what he did while he was on active duty. Dagmar will come back to her no matter what will happen. The mountain briefly shook for a bit before a starfighter flew overhead. "Breaks over Meat," Dagmar said putting away the picture. "Let's get moving."

They have a job to do.

 

[Mela]

Mela hadn’t even met the rest of her unit yet. Only more training, more missions with her sergeant Dagmar Kortu . She wasn’t quite sure what to think of the man. Yes, he was a hardass, but every sergeant needed to be. He’d also shown her plenty of kindness, even when she’d made rookie mistakes.

Then, that’s what she was, wasn’t it?

Her breath hung in clouds as she huddled under a windbreak. Rehn Var was cold, and being out in the wind too long could be fatal. The small portable heater she’d been told to carry in her pack was equally life saving. They were hidden well, so the star fighter flying above didn’t have much of a chance of spotting them. Of course, a low chance was still a chance.

“Yessir,” Mela responded sharply. She turned off the heater and resealed the MRE packet she’d been eating. Placing both inside her backpack, she slipped it on and checked her rifle again. Ready to go and in a low crouch, she looked to her commanding officer for orders.

 

[Dagmar Kortu]

Just an ordinary mission.

Two people dropped into a planet with subzero temperatures to retrieve a module from Brotherhood forces who established a small base. To others it would be considered a suicide task, but not for the Warhogs. Dagmar hadn't had a mission like this in a long time, sitting behind a scope of a Sniper Rifle while nice can get boring after a while. The Sniper continued to slither though the small ledge that and Mela were sitting on for an hour heading trying to find space so that they could climb. That was the tricky thing when climbing Mountains, they can be pretty steep depending on the planet.

When he was younger, his father took Dagmar out Mountain climbing and he would always tell him to choose mountains that included huts and shelters. Considering it was one of the few times that they've bonded, Dagmar followed his advice until he joined the GADF. "Dad will tear out his hair when he finds out how unsafe this mountain is." The Mountain shook as another starfighter flew past them overhead. Small pebbles fell underneath them some hitting Dagmar's head.

He saw a large wall of ice ahead and slowly veered towards it, taking out his Ice Tools. "Wait here," Dagmar ordered Mela. "And spot me." Dagmar sank his Ice Tool onto the wall seeing small cracks but the wall remained stable. He placed his spiked shoes onto the wall as well beginning his climb striking the tools onto the wall.

"Ice is good Meat!" Dagmar said looking up at the top. "Follow me."

Mela