Dashal Vance
RETIRED
HOTH

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!
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