Private The Strongest Stars Have Hearts Of Kyber

[Karra Tor]

Ilum, 0932
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Karra eyed the blizzard from the boarding ramp of the ship with a groan - why did Ilum always have to be whipped up in a frenzy when she came here? It was this way when she was here 3 decades ago (give or take) to make her first lightsaber. The memory brought her hand to the cold metal resting in her pocket, a small sliver of doubt coming over her. Was this a bad idea? She already had a lightsaber, who needed two? She put the thought from her head as quickly as it had come though - she wasn't just here for a second crystal. Ilum was a calm place for her, despite the weather, and it helped her think clearly. Here, she could perform some much-needed maintenance and find some small semblance of peace before she stepped out into the galaxy again.

Besides, it was always cool to have options wasn't it?

Ura Iolar Phalsi Drynchen

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

Ura Iolar Karra Tor

Phalsi sat in the seat of her B-wing for a while longer. The cold wasn't exactly welcoming, but it beat sitting in the temple she supposed. Her armored clothes were on her, a mistake for not already having the snow gear on and changing the cabin environment beforehand. Eyes darted around the cabin, the heavy jacket and insulated pants not seeming like enough for this trip as she pumped herself up for the run to the landing dock just in view.

"Short run and then warm. Short run and then warm. Short run-" She hissed as she pulled the clothes to her before opening the hatch and hurriedly jumping out. "Then warm!" She shrieked as the first blast of cold air and snow battered her. She attuned herself as best she could to the air, using it and the force to gently fall to the snowy ground and watching the hatch close behind her while descending.

Whipping up a wind barrier around her, minimal amounts of snow battered her while she crossed the distance between the two vessels. None to quiet as she tore up to the docking ramp, she slipped on the metal, jacket and pants flying as she cart-wheeled sideways into a snow drift. Scrambling, the padawan pulled herself up, scooping up the clothes before darting up the ramp and into the warmth, shivering like a frozen rat.

"W-w-watch your step. Bit s-s-slick." She spoke to Karra, donning the jacket before sitting down for the pants to go on.