Jedi Healer

ILUM
Home of the Iron Legion
The Tumbleweed touched down on the snowy surface of Ilum. Inside, Valae Kitra powered the ship down and stood from the pilot’s seat. Before moving away from the console, she leaned forward and peered out the viewport -- it was like a landscape painted in white. The view alone made her shiver. But even the thought of venturing into the blistering cold was not enough to wipe the smile from her face. Valae moved into the cargo bay with a bounce in her step.
There was a rucksack packed with essentials by the doorway, a heavy parka that featured a warm lining and accents of fur, gloves, woolen socks, and boots. Once she was dressed in her cold-weather clothing, she moved to the ramp and lowered it. An icy draft immediately slipped inside, but Valae found that she was quite toasty and warm. However, her ease of movement had been greatly compromised, the additional layers seemed to weigh her down. Valae trudged down the ramp and onto the icy ground. Looking down, she was greatly amused by the footprints left behind.
Despite the chill, it was quite a wondrous sight -- especially for someone that had grown up under the twin suns of Tatooine. Kneeling down, Valae gathered a couple of handfuls of snow and shaped them into a ball. She tossed the snowball up into the air and caught it a couple of times, laughing like a small child.
But Valae had not come all the way to Ilum just to play in the snow.
After a reunion on the jungle-world of Felucia, she had accepted Théo Heavenshield’s request to assist the Iron Empire with establishing a branch of healers. And today she had come to learn more about the Iron Legion. It wasn’t long before she spotted the form of the Praetor approaching.
“Halt! Who goes there?” Valae called in jest, and launched the snowball in his direction.
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