Isabeau
Character
The Warm Up
Location: Ord Tiddell | Northern Regions | Secret Base
Local time: 05:13
Temperature: -21 °C
Location: Ord Tiddell | Northern Regions | Secret Base
Local time: 05:13
Temperature: -21 °C
In freezing cold temperature, a handful of guards patrolled the outdoors part of the base. Walking from shelter to shelter, the poor Mandalorians who had been picked for guard duty shuddered as they moved from one warm spot to the other. Warm clothing both underneath and on top of their armour did not help as much as one might have wished against the biting cold - it was a perfect location for a secret base - after all, who would care to look here? At least, the sun rarely set around this time of the year, ensuring that the guards outside wouldn't grow too sleepy during their shift.
Inside was an entirely different world. Many warriors were in training and advanced guerrilla tactics were taught in the small lecture halls. Naturally, none of that was happening so early in the morning - for despite the constant light outside, they still kept a reasonable schedule inside. Dimmed lights in the corridors with common areas laying in complete darkness, they were relatively well isolated from the outside world, deep within their mountain sanctuary.
Isabeau was among the luckier ones and was still fast asleep. She had the interesting position of being both a learner and a teacher - she was young enough to still attend lectures by those wiser and more seasoned than her, but she had been through enough to have a few valuable tips and tricks to share with those who were still primarily preparing themselves for what battles the future had to offer. Her primary duty, however, was to scout the surrounding areas and keep an eye on troop movements - especially with both Jedi and Imperial eyes being set on the planet. But that was an issue for another time - because now, she was off duty and desperately trying to gather more warmth in her bed.
The young Mandalorian's eyes shot open as a quiet humming sound could be heard. Far from everyone would hear it, of course, but tasked with always keeping an eye on the enemy, she quickly woke and listened for more of the same sounds. It would only take a few minutes before she could hear it again, a tiny - barely even noticeable - amount louder. And then, she heard it again. Not sure if something was wrong or not, she reluctantly got out from bed. Wrapped in her thick bed sheet on top of her trusty bodyglove, Isabeau slowly started walking. Her soft and tired steps carried her out of her little room and into a corridor with several doors just like hers. Beelining to the opposide side of the corridor and then two doors to the right, Isabeau started to knock silently, careful not to wake anyone else. "Kragr" she whispered "Kragr, are you awake?" she continued and kept going "Wake up, Kragr" Different variations of her words would be whispered to the door as she kept knocking on it gently, hoping that he wouldn't take too long in opening it.
Kragr Krayt