Memories

[Gilamar Skirata]

The icy wind of Arenzeb howled in his ears, biting through even the lotek'k jacket he wore. Throwing up powder and carrying it across the barren snow field Mordecai was whited out by the snow and utterly lost. Grunting about an old man he trudged onward, his boots crunching the snow beneath him. How had he gotten here? He was on a job. Search and capture...Or destroy. His employer didn't really say which he preferred. He guessed it depended on weather or not his target would give him any trouble. He let his mind wander as the storm picked up.

He was shivering now. He knew he was cold, but something kept Mordecai moving. He had already been out in this storm longer than any normal human should have been able to withstand. With temperatures far below freezing and the wind chill making it seem as if he was walking through ice water, he was amazed himself at his "Mother's" work with his body.

Lights loomed in the distance and Mordecai felt an energy well up from within that pushed him into a slight jog. He would not freeze out here tonight.

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[member="Phoebe Draclau"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

~13 Standard Hours Later~​

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His breathing was labored and heavy, palms sweaty. His knees sank into the six or so inches of snow beneath him as he surveyed the area around him. Seven bodies of various species lay strewn around him, and a woman lay unconscious in the snow. They had all been bounty hunters, hoping to split the pay on this wondrous prize. With no actual armor to speak of they had been easy to kill, but not before they landed a few good hits on him, or before they turned on each other.

Spitting a thick glob of blood from his mouth and into the white snow he mused at their sense of loyalty. Standing he put his blaster to rest on his shoulder, trudging through the snow towards the woman he had been paid to retrieve.

"What is so special about you, girl," he said with a heavy sigh and a smirk, "That you could be the cause of five deaths on this god-forsaken world of ice?"

Grabbing her by the collar of her shirt he hoisted her over his left shoulder with ease as the howls of the wild Cuyan began to become clearer and clearer.
[member="Phoebe Draclau"]