"Here we are kid,"
And there they were. A knot twisted and pinched in Rhy's stomach. The dashboard thermometer of the shuttle read -60 degrees. The shuttle pilot kicked his feet up and leaned back deeply in his chair. He'd seen it all before, a young kid with butterflies finally about to step foot on Ilum for the first time in his little life.
"I'll be right here when ya get back." the pilot chuckled.
"If I get back." Rhys grumbled in distress, "look at it out there."
The endless wastes of snow and jagged ice stretched out before them. He'd been to a sum total of 3 planets in his life time, none of which were as hellishly cold and barren as this one.
"You'll be fine, kid. Y'know how many of you I've flown out here to do this exact same thing and have this exact same conversation? A lot."
The Pilot's words reassured Rhys a bit, enough to make the boy move from his stiff position standing at the back of the cockpit.
"Well, I... thanks for the ride man. I'll see you in a few hours I guess."
The pilot gave him a sloppy salute and pressed a button beside him.
The shuttle's ramp began to lower and Rhys made his way to the back, greeted by the blustering winds of the outside. He rarely wore his proper Jedi robes, but today he was clad in the tan folds of semi-warmth. At least he hoped they would keep him warm.
Rhys steeled himself the best way he knew how, closing his eyes and focusing on his breath and his heartbeat. He was never great at this side of the Jedi way. Instead of thinking too hard, he simply opted to put one foot in front of the other. That has always worked before.
His first step into the snow wasn't as he expected. He'd learned about snow at the temple, but never seen it. Where he expected to sink deep into the snow, his boot merely made an imprint of no more than 2 or 3 inches. The snow crunched and packed beneath him but offered no wild variation all the way to the Temple doors. The trek only took a few minutes of hard trudging, but by the end the boy was covered in quickly freezing sweat.
At the door stood two temple guards no different from the ones on Coruscant, or the Prosperity. The heat of their vibrant yellow sabers offered some warmth to newcomers, and without a word they opened the door for Rhys and ushered him inside.
Inside a grand vestibule, a silver protocol droid shuffled up to him.
"Welcome to Ilum, Padawan. What is your business here today?"
"I'm here to see master Noble. I'm..." he searched for the right words, "I'm going to become a real Jedi.
And there they were. A knot twisted and pinched in Rhy's stomach. The dashboard thermometer of the shuttle read -60 degrees. The shuttle pilot kicked his feet up and leaned back deeply in his chair. He'd seen it all before, a young kid with butterflies finally about to step foot on Ilum for the first time in his little life.
"I'll be right here when ya get back." the pilot chuckled.
"If I get back." Rhys grumbled in distress, "look at it out there."
The endless wastes of snow and jagged ice stretched out before them. He'd been to a sum total of 3 planets in his life time, none of which were as hellishly cold and barren as this one.
"You'll be fine, kid. Y'know how many of you I've flown out here to do this exact same thing and have this exact same conversation? A lot."
The Pilot's words reassured Rhys a bit, enough to make the boy move from his stiff position standing at the back of the cockpit.
"Well, I... thanks for the ride man. I'll see you in a few hours I guess."
The pilot gave him a sloppy salute and pressed a button beside him.
The shuttle's ramp began to lower and Rhys made his way to the back, greeted by the blustering winds of the outside. He rarely wore his proper Jedi robes, but today he was clad in the tan folds of semi-warmth. At least he hoped they would keep him warm.
Rhys steeled himself the best way he knew how, closing his eyes and focusing on his breath and his heartbeat. He was never great at this side of the Jedi way. Instead of thinking too hard, he simply opted to put one foot in front of the other. That has always worked before.
His first step into the snow wasn't as he expected. He'd learned about snow at the temple, but never seen it. Where he expected to sink deep into the snow, his boot merely made an imprint of no more than 2 or 3 inches. The snow crunched and packed beneath him but offered no wild variation all the way to the Temple doors. The trek only took a few minutes of hard trudging, but by the end the boy was covered in quickly freezing sweat.
At the door stood two temple guards no different from the ones on Coruscant, or the Prosperity. The heat of their vibrant yellow sabers offered some warmth to newcomers, and without a word they opened the door for Rhys and ushered him inside.
Inside a grand vestibule, a silver protocol droid shuffled up to him.
"Welcome to Ilum, Padawan. What is your business here today?"
"I'm here to see master Noble. I'm..." he searched for the right words, "I'm going to become a real Jedi.