The Things Frozen In The Ice

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[member="Mrrew"] [member="Nomad Crimson"] [member="Ego Solarsh"]


The cold of space chilled down MacReady's spine as he flew the freighter closer to his destination, a cold backworld planet with no real civilization. A small science outpost, Outpost #13, had hired the smuggler to bring in cryostatis pods, and other things that would freeze the hell out of anything. Along with this, they had asked he bring this scientist along with him, a Mr. [member="Ego Solarsh"], some nerd with glasses. Mac didnt ask the questions though, he just flew his ship, checked what was on it, and got paid for flying it.
Apart from that, he was wearing a large, and very thick parka, for the planet was only a few hours away from them. Aside from that, Mac had his co-pilot for the day was Gardevoir Skellington[SIZE=11.199999809265137px], He was quite used to working with the energy vampire too, sometimes he would help smuggle blood for her, paid real nice too. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11.199999809265137px]He sighed to himself, what could these jerkoffs want with all this cooling poodoo? "Hang in there Doc', we're nearly there." He said as he pulled out his hidden whiskey bottle, and took a small swig. "Want some?" He offered the lady in the seat next to him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.199999809265137px]He had been in the military so long ago, and left after a horde of sithspawn attacked his men, and killed everything in their path. It was a horror sight if there ever was one.[/SIZE]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew was on the same frigid planet for an entirely different reason. The same outpost had hired him to hunt down a pack of Wampas creatures that had been attacking it's scientists whenever they went outside. They weren't entirely sure how there were wampas here, but, it was pay for the Guild, so why not?

The Togorian stood inside the outpost, putting some supplies in a pack for the long hunt in the snowfields. Wearing a thick robe over his normal Lotek'k jacket, leather vest, bandoleir and gunbelt, and assortment of weapons, in order to stay warm on the snowy planet. Sure, he had fur, and that was plenty enough for places like Hoth... but this place was a lot colder then Hoth.And he didn't feel like freezing to death. The Togorian slowly stood up, hefting the pack onto his bakc, when he glanced down at his bare paws. ... Again, fine for planets like Hoth, where the fur kept them more or less insulated... He'd need shoes? How the feth could he get shoes that fit paws? Mrrew sighed, slowly putting the pack down again.

Ironically, he'd never go on the hunt he was preparing for.

[member="MacReady"]

 

[Ego Solarsh]

"Yes, I am fine, of course." The doctor was wrapped in several things of heavy coats, obviously attempting to reduce the possibility of freezing to death to an absolute minimum. Clenched in his jaw was a short cigarette, already lit. It was usually uncommon for doctors to smoke, but it seemed to calm his nerves. He unzipped his large bag, quickly sorting through all of his portable equipment. Cameras, scanners, and whatever scientists usually carried during operations like this, it was all in there. He inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, before he looked to [member="MacReady"] "Good sir, I assume you are prepared for this operation?" He asked, taking a sip from his cup of hot caf.

[member="Mrrew"]

 

[Noamd]

Nomad was in the wild, scanning for something.

His weathered cloak waved violently in the wind.

Nomad wasn't working for anyone he was just there, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He contacted Outpost #13 "Nothings here, I'm returning" he said plainly into his comlink.

He turned and started to travel the long walk that was ahead of him.