Snow and Ash

[Darth Parox]

Ruins of the rebel base on Hoth, 1432 local time​

Not even the military-grade durasteel had survived. It was to be expected from an orbital bombardment, but seeing such a notoriously impenetrable material get pulverized by plasma was impressive. The bolts had rained down on it, denting it. Then bending it. Then breaking it. Some of it had even turned to dust. More debris lay around the battlefield, which was now empty. Most of the corpses had been carried away, weapons and armor looted and salvaged. There was not much to loot from the rebels—most of their tech consisted of hand-me-downs dating generations back. All that was left on the snowy landscape now were the ruins of the structure—rock, durasteel, and other materials, loosely forming the skeleton of the building—and ashes. The snow was gray from the ash, and it caked Milo up to his shins.

The loss of life had been staggering. What had once been a neutral world had gone through so much and was now controlled by the Empire—it certainly showed. Beside the telltale ruins, any Force sensitive could feel the change and the strife that had occured. The dark side hung over the planet and was most concentrated among the battlefield. If he had ever been to Illum, Milo would be able to compare it to that, but he was not any more familiar with that icy world than he was with this one. All he knew was that Eriana's church had been founded there, and he hadn't yet visited.

He didn't much care that he—along with the Emperor and Darth Tagus—had orchestrated a war crime. There was no such thing as a war crime, really. War itself was a crime, and used as an excuse to deviate from the law. Its very premise was killing people, which was about as illegal as you could get. Killing them more effectively was not a crime, not in Milo's eyes. The rebels had brought it on to themselves, and the fact that none of their bases were equipped with shield generators was part of the reason the bombardment had been so successful in the first place. If they had not wanted to be obliterated by the Emperor's fleet, perhaps they shouldn't have betrayed the Empire. It was logical.

The wind was the only sound he could hear aside from the occasional bray of his tauntaun, which was tied up nearby to a pole he'd dug into the ground. Milo was on his knees, examining a blaster pistol that had been left behind, so old—and perhaps broken—that no one could find a use for it. Scavengers on battlefields were normally a problem on developed worlds, but Hoth was a different matter entirely—no one lived on the icy rock, so there was no one around to scavenge the weapons, other than looting soldiers. Casting the pistol aside, Milo rose and patted snow off his thighs as he looked around. The sky was clear and littered with various Imperial craft, from corvettes readying to make the jump to hyperspace to shuttles of soldiers on their way back. It had not snowed much since the battle surprisingly—just enough to cover any body left behind, as well as weapons that now poked out every once in a while.

His apprentice should be arriving sometime soon, unless she was planning to be late to her first formal training session. It was why Milo was scanning the skyline—to see whether he could spot her approaching silhouette.

@Chesire

 

[Deschain]

There wasn't a time where she had saw a good amount of trash that can be looted up, and turned in for cash. Despite not being a scavenger, and was never raised to be one. She could see some value within the tools scattered around. It looked as if a strong, fought battle had occurred here. Probably decades ago. Considering the condition of the abandoned pods on the planet. There a few that could kick itself back into space. Only with a few dirt on your hands, and a bit of blisters in order to get the baby up, and running.

Deschain wanted to know why her new master decided to come here of all places. Maybe a call back from his memories from the past? She would doubt that Milo would come here for some treasure. It was certain that she was here for some training, but this planet wasn't really the ideal location. But, an average sith would find this place, much pleasing. Maybe if he was a twisted sadist, who is behind that charming get up could possibly think of something like that.

Deschain paced up to where Milo was getting up from the ground, after examining a broken down pistol. "Mind telling me why are we out here?"

@vamp

 

[Darth Parox]

Deschain approached shortly after, Milo's eyes setting on her from the moment she was within view. He was wearing his helmet and full armor mostly because of the cold—showing his face was a luxury he could not afford on the ice planet. The winds were sharp and unrelenting, and his mask was nice and warm.

"This is where the rebel base on Hoth once stood." It was a quick, short reply that promised to inform but did nothing but raise more questions. After a moment, Milo clarified. "Fighting ended last week, hours before we met. This site—as you may have sensed—has since been blanketed by the dark side." He wondered how much the Acolyte even knew of the Battle of Hoth. She had been close enough to it to see the fighting when she had arrived to his ship, but was she aware of her surroundings enough to understand what was going on?

"Do you recall what it was that ended the battle?" he asked, already switching to teaching.

@Chesire

 

[Deschain]

If she were to be a psychic, or something that was able to extract information on her surroundings more. She would instantly know what had happened here, and why it happened. Considering that she had no fancy powers at her disposal, she could only guess based on the planets conditions. She can tell that the battle wasn't ancient, since the scent of freshly worn out equipment laying waste, was present. Most of the weapons, looked like it can be fixed without needing rocket science to figure it out.

"I'm sorry, but i'm not all that knowledgeable" She says, not really recalling what was it that ended the battle here. "Whatever it may have been, surely it isn't the reason why you came here, no?"
@vamp