Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.” - Albert Einstein
Hoth was not a place he wanted to be, it is not that it was cold or anything, that did not bother him. After all, Caltin had spent so much time on the iceball that is Yavin VIII, the thing about Hoth is that it was once and more or less is still a starship graveyard. Though the husks and fuselages are snowed over for the most part they are still visible. Even the Republic’s “Star of Coruscant” can still be made out from the sky. This all was well and good, a nice little history lesson from primary school students, and a great field trip for secondary but it reminded him of Rhen Var where he was shot down.
Oh well.
The fact is, he was not here for a trip down educational memory lane, nor was he here to get over his past, that was why he repurposed his crashed ship into a safehouse. No, Caltin was not even here for any “Jedi” or “Light Side” or even “Force” related purposes. Right? The truth is he did not know the real answer as to why he was here. It would depend on the person that the big man was here to see.
Vanagor did not know if his purpose was on the planet either. Sure, that familiar tone was calling to him like a beacon and getting more poignant the more he stayed on course, but the big man was still learning this new way of following a path. Even if the hermit was there, would he see Caltin? After all the last time the two were in the same vicinity (his aforementioned safehouse), he just left abruptly. There was definitely more to what was there and that visit, otherwise, he would be deaf to the call of his destiny. Heh, Destiny is… an interesting word that he never truly believed in.
He held no ill will towards the abrupt departure, in fact, the big man did not blame him at all for how things went down. He simply wanted to follow up and give him the chance to say what he wanted to say and make any case that needed to be made. If he would be turned away then he would be turned away, simple as that. Either way, the Hermit would be able to make his offer, if he still wanted to. Caltin was a fair man in that regard, he would want that chance if in the same position, so he would ensure it was given. Funny how many out there today do not do that same.
It took the better part of the day, but the massive wanderer found the Y-wing that he was looking for and set down. It took a minute to gather his gear and put on his thermals (no matter the weather, he HATED robes, they itched). The cargo bay doors and the intense flash of bluish-white snowfall and landscape forced another minute for his cybernetic eyes to adjust. He didn’t need goggles, he could see just fine in the snow.
Setting off, the walk was not far and he was at the entrance. This was not what he was expecting, not that Vanagor was expecting anything good or bad, but this was definitely new.
So, you had a “business” offer?
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