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Bitter cold, blowing winds, Glaciers slowly marching eternally, swallowing mountains as they did so. The planet was one that brought questions as to the sanity of anyone wishing to call it home. Ando Prime, the third planet of the Ando system was up until recently just that, a home of sorts for the Dark Jedi of the Bogan, and more recently the sight of a slaughter.
This was all Sal-Devra could think about as she pulled the fur lining of her hood further about her face. The wind had picked up slightly, limiting down visibility to just a few meters at best. The Jedi master could scarcely make out the silhouettes of her work teams fighting the frigid conditions as they roved through the remains of the bombed out Bogan temple . Periodically the winds would whip about the battle site, redolent with the faint remains of burning flesh, electronics, and explosives residue.
The Kiffar stood silently next to her Hutt escort, scanning the area, noting the devastating effects of the battle, bombings, and eventual air attack. The markings where all over the ground where explosives dropped by Jade Armada Bombers left deep impact craters, some filled with the remains of metal shards, and acid burns in the frozen hole giving face to the brutal facts of the battle. It was a reason she stood aside unwilling to touche the remains for fear of reliving the last moments of those who had fallen here first hand.
Sal was here without the knowledge of the Jedi order, and had made plans the moment she felt the loss of her brethren. Privately she had contacted the Hutts, and pleaded her case for Amnesty. To her shock it was allowed, pending she bring only a work force, and no weapons of any kind. This included her Lightsaber. She had agreed' and made good on it, leaving her weapon with her escort to recover it once they were done gathering the fallen.
This was all Sal-Devra could think about as she pulled the fur lining of her hood further about her face. The wind had picked up slightly, limiting down visibility to just a few meters at best. The Jedi master could scarcely make out the silhouettes of her work teams fighting the frigid conditions as they roved through the remains of the bombed out Bogan temple . Periodically the winds would whip about the battle site, redolent with the faint remains of burning flesh, electronics, and explosives residue.
The Kiffar stood silently next to her Hutt escort, scanning the area, noting the devastating effects of the battle, bombings, and eventual air attack. The markings where all over the ground where explosives dropped by Jade Armada Bombers left deep impact craters, some filled with the remains of metal shards, and acid burns in the frozen hole giving face to the brutal facts of the battle. It was a reason she stood aside unwilling to touche the remains for fear of reliving the last moments of those who had fallen here first hand.
Sal was here without the knowledge of the Jedi order, and had made plans the moment she felt the loss of her brethren. Privately she had contacted the Hutts, and pleaded her case for Amnesty. To her shock it was allowed, pending she bring only a work force, and no weapons of any kind. This included her Lightsaber. She had agreed' and made good on it, leaving her weapon with her escort to recover it once they were done gathering the fallen.