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Uncas was a simple man (not really). He liked simple things (not really). Good food, good liquor, pretty girls, a good swordfight...and, you know...heat. None of which was to be found on this shitty planet. In fact, all there was, as far as the eye could see, was snow, ice, and some more snow, with the occasional wampa trying to rip your head off. He had seen his fair share of hostile planets, but none as hostile as this one. Not to mention, terrifyingly lifeless, and cold, colder than you could possibly imagine. In fact, he mused to himself, it should have been named Coldth, as opposed to Hoth...
He wasn't alone on this job, and his companion made up for Uncas' talkative nature with his stern silence. To be honest, the young mercenary had not even seen his face, the man being shrouded in black garbs and a hood that hid his face almost completely. Two days earlier, he had hired Uncas on Nar Shaddaa to go with him on a mission to Hoth, to investigate the supposed location of an old tomb. Uncas hadn't asked questions, especially not after being paid fifteen thousand credits for what seemed like a babysitting job.
They had left the man's ship two hours earlier, and were now nearing what looked like a snow-clad mountain range, apparently their destination. While Uncas was blowing into his hands to keep them warm, the man ahead of him seemed unbothered, focused. In fact, he seemed to either not have heard, or simply have ignored Uncas' remark about the temperature, causing Uncas to roll his eyes before resuming the pursuit of his employer. His hands moved in under his clothes, where he felt the grip of his dual bladed lightsaber, hidden from sight.
"We are here." The man suddenly stopped as they faced a massive wall of ice and rock at the very foot of the mountain.
"And where exactly is here?" Uncas muttered. "I didn't bring my ladder, you know..."
"You have eyes, but you do not see." The man scoffed, not trying to hide his disdain. Once more, Uncas rolled his eyes behind the man's back. The hooded man raised a hand and touched the ice. As he did, blue sparks began to crawl along the skin of his hand, until they grew in size, and suddenly transferred onto the ice. Like liquid the electric force spread in a large pattern that increased in intensity until a vivid pattern was clearly visible on the ice.
As the hooded man stepped back, there was a groaning sound, ice breaking free, and suddenly, the ice divided, and a massive door opened into the side of the mountain.
"Holy hell, it's a hidden doorway." Uncas exclaimed.
As the door opened, they found themselves staring at a massive, black tunnel. Without hesitation, Uncas' companion stepped into the darkness. As he walked, blue runes on the walls around them gradually began to glow, illuminating the way for them. There was a slight wind in the tunnel, which left a wheezing sound in their ears. Uncas wasn't sure, but he thought he could even hear the faint whisper of voices mixed with the wind. It felt almost as if the voices caressed his ear, barely out of audible range, only to then disappear, and return once more, teasing his auditory senses, but never quite making their presence known.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn...
Uncas tilted his head slightly, frowning. Did he just...?
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn....
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!!
He jumped in surprise as a shrill voice screamed what sounded like garbled mumbojumbo in his ears. He stopped and looked around, shocked and tense. The creak of boots against snow drew his attention to his companion, who didn't seem to have noticed or heard anything. Uncas frowned. "Did you...?" He began, but his voice trailed off when the man ignored him. His red-skinned hand clutched his lightsaber under the furs he wore over his clothes. He had a feeling he would be needing it soon.
Yet another job I shouldn't have taken..., he thought to himself.
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ANOTHER CRAPPY JOB
SOMEWHERE ON HOTH
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"It's colder than Andraste's bloody balls!"SOMEWHERE ON HOTH
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Uncas was a simple man (not really). He liked simple things (not really). Good food, good liquor, pretty girls, a good swordfight...and, you know...heat. None of which was to be found on this shitty planet. In fact, all there was, as far as the eye could see, was snow, ice, and some more snow, with the occasional wampa trying to rip your head off. He had seen his fair share of hostile planets, but none as hostile as this one. Not to mention, terrifyingly lifeless, and cold, colder than you could possibly imagine. In fact, he mused to himself, it should have been named Coldth, as opposed to Hoth...
He wasn't alone on this job, and his companion made up for Uncas' talkative nature with his stern silence. To be honest, the young mercenary had not even seen his face, the man being shrouded in black garbs and a hood that hid his face almost completely. Two days earlier, he had hired Uncas on Nar Shaddaa to go with him on a mission to Hoth, to investigate the supposed location of an old tomb. Uncas hadn't asked questions, especially not after being paid fifteen thousand credits for what seemed like a babysitting job.
They had left the man's ship two hours earlier, and were now nearing what looked like a snow-clad mountain range, apparently their destination. While Uncas was blowing into his hands to keep them warm, the man ahead of him seemed unbothered, focused. In fact, he seemed to either not have heard, or simply have ignored Uncas' remark about the temperature, causing Uncas to roll his eyes before resuming the pursuit of his employer. His hands moved in under his clothes, where he felt the grip of his dual bladed lightsaber, hidden from sight.
"We are here." The man suddenly stopped as they faced a massive wall of ice and rock at the very foot of the mountain.
"And where exactly is here?" Uncas muttered. "I didn't bring my ladder, you know..."
"You have eyes, but you do not see." The man scoffed, not trying to hide his disdain. Once more, Uncas rolled his eyes behind the man's back. The hooded man raised a hand and touched the ice. As he did, blue sparks began to crawl along the skin of his hand, until they grew in size, and suddenly transferred onto the ice. Like liquid the electric force spread in a large pattern that increased in intensity until a vivid pattern was clearly visible on the ice.
"Holy hell, it's a hidden doorway." Uncas exclaimed.
As the door opened, they found themselves staring at a massive, black tunnel. Without hesitation, Uncas' companion stepped into the darkness. As he walked, blue runes on the walls around them gradually began to glow, illuminating the way for them. There was a slight wind in the tunnel, which left a wheezing sound in their ears. Uncas wasn't sure, but he thought he could even hear the faint whisper of voices mixed with the wind. It felt almost as if the voices caressed his ear, barely out of audible range, only to then disappear, and return once more, teasing his auditory senses, but never quite making their presence known.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn...
Uncas tilted his head slightly, frowning. Did he just...?
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn....
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!!!
He jumped in surprise as a shrill voice screamed what sounded like garbled mumbojumbo in his ears. He stopped and looked around, shocked and tense. The creak of boots against snow drew his attention to his companion, who didn't seem to have noticed or heard anything. Uncas frowned. "Did you...?" He began, but his voice trailed off when the man ignored him. His red-skinned hand clutched his lightsaber under the furs he wore over his clothes. He had a feeling he would be needing it soon.
Yet another job I shouldn't have taken..., he thought to himself.
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