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Wampa Stomping [Jala Rekab]

HOTH
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Mount Ison, North Ridge

Thrill seekers, eccentrics, and those who were just starting out. Star Tours catered to every whim and fancy of the their extensive Galactic reach; shuttling sentients all across the Galaxy back and forth to exotic locations for vacations, celebrations, company retreats. You name it, as long as the credits came in, they would take care of the rest. One of the more notable marks of status in their sterling reputation was the famous Hoth tours, featuring a thirty mile expanse of the North Ridge slopes, where Mount Ison set dead in the middle on that frozen ice sculpture known as Hoth. Sure this has been the sight for a massive defeat of the Rebel Alliance, and the storming of the Empire upon its underground fortifications, but that was ancient history. This slice of arctic tundra was now a sky resort, hosted by the preeminent spaceline corporation. Despite the downright frozen temperatures of the inhospitable snowglobe, there was no shortage of enthusiasts waiting to carve up the ice and rocket through the ice tunnels at break-neck speeds.

Among these daredevils, one Dashal Vance who had decided to take a getaway and get some prime ice-boarding time in. The fee wasn't an issue, cause he didn't even pay it. Someone else with a larger bank account than his own personal funds had footed the bill. They just didn't know it yet. Decked out in the needful arctic attire, he was a vision in white and blue. Reflective strips on his arms and legs were needed for visibility against blinding snow and reflective sheets of ice miles long. A turbo-lift had shuttled himself and three others up the large and steep incline and set them up at the marker line to be dropped off. And as always, Dash was running his big mouth.

"...it was hotter than Zeltros on Carnival week. Three days, three nights and five different holo-dives. And someone was busy watching the new season of Galaxy girls..man I lived it. You need to get out more." He commented to his ride-along companion to his left while giving a quick high-five to the other on his right. The lift halted, perching them above the snow drifts. "Last one down gets leftovers!" Dash said, pushing forward and falling from the lift and landing crouched on the ice board strapped to his boots. The snow crunched and immediately be began to slide down the mountain. The other two in his company landed just behind and were already moving as he was. Dash had long since loved doing activities that incited a risk, or had an element of danger. He could do things virtual without a problem, but the feel of the wind, the sound of your board scraping across ice patches, and the touch the arctic - BY THE CORE IT WAS COLD! Mouth closed, goggles on, and hands behind his back, Dash raced down the mountain, having the time of his young life.

Shredding down the mountain, the pace picked up substantially as the glacial deposits in the mountain allowed for even less friction. They called it ice boarding for a reason, it was better on the ice, and these boards were designed to have enough traction and control that you could very well careene down a solid sheet of ice and weather that storm without a great deal of problems. The mountain emptied out into several passageways, and Dash chose the tunneled version with thick spikes of ice shooting through the actual corridor. He liked avoiding obstacles, and moving through tight spaces. It offered the thrill seeker a reason to escape the world of the virtual. Shifting his feet and lowering his center of gravity, he scooped up onto the tunnel and used his momentum to whirl around the tunnel's circular wall and miss the spikes to come shooting out the other side. Fist held in the air as a long cry of adrenaline ripped through the sky. This however was not the main reason he'd come to his ice planet resort. No...the main reason of course were snowbunnies.

After a few hours on the mountain, it was mandatory to get warmed up and defrosted. The Hoth climate was far too cold for most, and the regulations from the Star Tours only allotted so much time for the lift tickets before you were ushered down the mountain to their public resort. Shaking the remenants of snow and ice from his jacket and board, Dash stowed the gear in the locker before he came out to the main foyer where poeple were huddled by fires, drinking chocolate stim-caf and swapping stories of the mountain - and apparently their day jobs. Dash was a little more interested in the younger clientele, people his sage, and of course, the traditional hunt for a little female company. But first...he needed cocoa: the superior refreshment!

[member="Jala Rekab"]
 
Jala was always up for an extended vacation especially on a planet such as Hoth with such a perfect clime. Well, perfect for her species anyway. Jala managed to procure her very own Cyhraeth-class light freighter for transport to Hoth. Not anticipating any trouble, considering the current Moross-Omega Protectorate relations being healthy, though it hasn't been given a formal name, Jala left her armor behind and left Exocron in a rather normal outfit. She left her coolth suit behind, not needing to for the journey due to her ship being set to a near freezing temperature and Hoth being far below that.

Jala boarded her freshly bought freighter, met the crew, and set a course for Hoth. The ship hit a bit of turbulence while going through Exocron's atmosphere until they breached it and entered Exocron's orbit. Hyperdrive was initiated and the ship entered Hyperspace soon after.

The light freighter exited hyperspace in Hoth's orbit. Jala was now in Omega Protectorate space so she had to be on her best behavior. The freighter slowly came down to a spaceport near the resort where she would be spending the long night, but first: speeder ride.

Jala had a Aa'kua Landspeeder on her ship as her personal landspeeder. She went to the cargo bay where it rested and hopped on. The humming of it's engine purred so elegantly. Jala's soft hand caressed the chassis of the landspeeder and her soft lips pressed upon the landspeeder, leaving a light blue kiss upon the black finish. The cargo bay doors hummed open and Jala hit the acceleration and sped out of the ship into the pure white field of snow. Jala took a nice long ride through the landscape, taking in the chilling air along her face and through her blonde locks of hair.

The day was winding down a few hours into her ride and Jala wanted to rest for a spell before her moonlight ride. She had returned to the resort, parking her speeder safely back in her ship. After leaving her personal freighter, Jala stepped into the resort and looked around at the patrons inside. She was a rather average sized girl, for her age, wearing an outfit that seemed incredibly light for the weather Hoth had. Jala stayed away from the fire and moved towards a large window that looked out at the vast, pure white landscape. Jala stood there and wondered. How could people have the time to think about war when beauties such as this could be in their minds, instead?

[member="Dashal Vance"]
 
An ice resort getaway, the native habitat of the alluring and beautiful snowbunny. They generally congregate in groups, milling about their nest and using the strength in numbers to be the best defense against unsavory predator types that used cheap drinks and even cheaper lines to draw them into the open. So many different variety are known to exist, and while they can be quite docile creatures, normally given to preening and star-gazing, don't corner them. Their mind is sharp, and can be used in many ways to socially engineer their own prey - the weaker willed and often shadow like companion; the well intentioned but guileless geek. Some of the bait that pros have used in the past seemed to be a staple among their kind, shiny objects (normally jeweled) and a seemingly cure-all to ail their fits of mood swings; chocolate.
Crikey! There goes one now, off on her own.

The premier beverage of choice held in the fingerless gloved grip of the slicer while his back rested against the rounded edge of the resort's counter, a place where average conversation would then move and divert directions to more comfortable locales. For Dash it was more of a lookout point, where he could survey the scene and revel in the steaming cup of hot cocoa that he swilled with regular abandon. After a few hours on the ice, careening down the mountain, it gave him a pick-me-up, give him a little buzz. His dark hair contrasted to the white snow vest over his thermals, and a pair of white boots complimented the outfit. He was certainly here on the mountain run, that much was evident by reddened cheeks on his visage. His teal eyed gaze shifted here and there, not really finding the groups he's normally alight with, but he had no trouble in making new groups his thing. Dash was rarely self-contained, and he was already getting anxious.

Summer fashion in taun-taun land...now that's a bunny of a different coat. Dash thought as the blond whisked by, in just light summer gear. He didn't see her exit the locker room like that, no she'd come in from the front, which meant at some point that skin was touching the world outside those protective energy barriers that pushed the cold snap of arctic climate away from the people that needed to warm up. It was still fairly chilled in the room though - indicative from all the warmly dressed bodies - save for hers. Investigation? Confirmed. You're cleared for approach. His own internal commentary ringing as he gave the girl a bit of space to see where'd she was drawn to. A bay window, a view - and away he went.

"Little known tid-bit. The ice behind the bar, glacial. They take a few chunks every morning. Course they could just be fishing for credits but it's a good story." Dash said as he moved just behind and to the right of the woman who was nearly as tall as he was. The incomplete reflection in the glass during twilight hours gave her some visual ques as to his current appearance and manners, while he kept the mug held in his right palm. Teal eyes shifted looking at her reflection for a moment before giving focus out the window, admiring the nearly glowing mountains rising to the heavens, and the crystal-like nature of the snow and ice that covered every square centimeter of the landscape. "So did nature not get you the telegram? They say it's a bit chilly out there - starting to measure in frostbite ratio rather than actual degrees." A clean smirk rose on his visage before he took another sip of the good stuff.

[member="Jala Rekab"]
 

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