Ilwynog Cysgod
Spy With No Name
Travelling to Hoth was not a journey that Ilwynog appreciated, they were not a fan of cold desert worlds. They would rather be back on Kashyyyk or Concord, hell Ilwynog would take Corellia even the worst areas of Corellia than be stuck on Hoth. However, here they were, on Hoth and looking around for a frozen body. They were scanning around for life, but finding life out in the snow desert of Hoth was difficult at best of times. Their armour was not suited for the cold weather and the hooded cloak did not keep the bite of cold winter away. Ilwynog sighed, they weren't sure why they even decided to come here in the first place, it was not exactly their job hunting down lost souls trapped in snow. Their job was to spy and be all stealthy, so being here felt a little pointless but they were going to do the job even if they grumbled about it in their own mind.
Feet sinking into the snow as they stepped forward, something was starting to ping on the scanner, Ilwynog tilted their head. Apparently there was something trapped in the ice, and potentially still alive. This seemed very impractical, like almost impossible in their mind, to survive the ice for all these years. Shaking their head, Ilwynog was dumbfounded by this discovered, they moved to the location and started excavating the location. Using the Force to move the snow and make space for them to dig into the ice. It took time and effort, but Ilwynog was able to chip away at the ice to the body. Not wanting to use their Lightsaber to dig in case they damaged the person frozen. Once they pulled the body out of the ice and onto the surface they looked at them. "How the hell does one wake someone who has been a popsicle for years?" Ilwynog muttered to themselves, with no answer coming to them bar to build a fire to keep them both warm.
Maybe the person frozen will provide them with answers. Maybe Hoth is just a cruel world.
Jake Ateris
Feet sinking into the snow as they stepped forward, something was starting to ping on the scanner, Ilwynog tilted their head. Apparently there was something trapped in the ice, and potentially still alive. This seemed very impractical, like almost impossible in their mind, to survive the ice for all these years. Shaking their head, Ilwynog was dumbfounded by this discovered, they moved to the location and started excavating the location. Using the Force to move the snow and make space for them to dig into the ice. It took time and effort, but Ilwynog was able to chip away at the ice to the body. Not wanting to use their Lightsaber to dig in case they damaged the person frozen. Once they pulled the body out of the ice and onto the surface they looked at them. "How the hell does one wake someone who has been a popsicle for years?" Ilwynog muttered to themselves, with no answer coming to them bar to build a fire to keep them both warm.
Maybe the person frozen will provide them with answers. Maybe Hoth is just a cruel world.
Jake Ateris