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The corpse of the explorer who had made their camp in this very chamber aeons before Mkvenner showed up was testament to the danger the temperature presented. Emaciated and thin after years of solitude, the body remained huddled in its sleeping bag. They were preserved almost perfectly, shriveled but intact thanks to the touch of Rhen Var - The ruin’s next inhabitant kept expecting them to wake up and warm themself by his fire.
Two more days. He had rations and fuel enough for two more days, then he was taking his loaned piece of junk freighter off this rock. Mkvenner was currently the reluctant owner of an ancient holocron, once having belonged (according to the foreboding text embossed upon its surface) to one Jairo Light, a fallen Jedi. Five kilometres to the north of where he was now encamped under the ground was the opening to a truly colossal structure, buried under a glacier that had taken millennia to form. Mkvenner was contracted to plumb its depths and ascertain whether or not the place merited further exploration, and from what he had already found the man was sure they’d send others after him. The holocron was his proof, there was treasure under the ice in this place. Where he was now was the result of his explorations, deep into the network of tunnels and chambers that made up what he could only assume was some kind of vast catacomb.
The scale of this place made Mkvenner uneasy, but he had been totally alone for the nine days he had currently spent there - silence, aside from the noise of his own breath and the crunch of ice beneath his boots. The loneliness was palpable, but it was a good place to think. Despite the constant dangers of a frigid wilderness like Rhen Var, Mkvenner found the world calming. There was something to be said for being the only living thing in a thousand square kilometres.
Holding his hands over the chem-fire he had going, Mkvenner inspected the bubbling pot of stew he’d got on the go. The upside of a snowy world was that you didn’t need to pack water, just the correct apparatus for boiling and purifying ice. Some dehydrated minerals, vegetation and meat substitutes and he was satisfied - a meal finer than most he could have expected back when he lived on Metellos. There was even another pan waiting for water to be added that was going to make him a roll of bread to mop up the juices, so as far as Mkvenner was concerned so long as he didn’t freeze to death out here he was living the high life.
He decided on his next move. The dead one here could serve as a lookout, and this spot was ideal for a camp until he had to move back to the ship. He’d eat, then head back into the ruins. Who knows, perhaps he’d stumble across something he could actually use instead of more old Jedi garbage.