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 Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 3:39 pm
Echo Base was the Rebel Alliance facility established on Hoth after the Battle of Yavin. It has shown recent use, however, to those who have entered lately.
It is now protected by hidden automatic turrets manned by droids that are resistant to the cold.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 1:08 am
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
Echo Base echoed with the sounds of millions of tons of ice and rock settling into place, a tribute of sorts to the name of the long forgotten Rebel base. With the end of the Galactic Empire, Echo Base, indeed all of Hoth, became abandoned by most, if not all sentient species. With the white and blue ice, the dreaded snow that seemed to fill every nook and cranny, the corners seemingly nonexistent with the piles of snowdrift that hid them, who would willingly come here, let alone live here, by choice? Well, someone looking to not be found, someone with much to learn, to study, without anyone to harm or bother them.
Such as Reave Kuv'ver'on, a man dressed in a heavy fur coat to keep himself warm, his body safe from the frigid temperatures that made Hoth a place to avoid. Walking through the empty hanger, having just exited his ship, the Rogue Shadow, Reave kept quiet out of pure habit. After so long keeping hidden, he found giving up his soft footsteps as hard as surrendering his identity had been. Sighing, he stepped over towards one of the consoles and plugged his datapad into the large console and uploaded the information he'd found. Sighing, he waited for the upload to complete.
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:53 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
The console beeped, alerting the quite figure to turn his gaze back to the readout on the console itself. However, anyone that had seen his original face would flinch at the new sight, for within the robe was now a rather thin, and malnourished looking, Wampa. It was quite a ridiculous sight, but then, it wasn't for cosmetic's sake, but for keeping warm. The figure walked over to the glowing keys on the command board, and tapped away with claws as black as coal, the faint clicking the only noise in the room beside the settling of the rocks and the hum of the computer. Every few moments the figure would look up at the screen, hoping that his instruments were deceiving him, that the readout wasn't saying what he thought it was saying. Shaking his head, though, Reave had to admit to himself that it was true.
Something was once more walking the halls of the Sith Academy on Mustafar, where no sith had stepped foot in over a millennium. It was disturbing, truly, since Luke Skywalker had long ago removed the Dark Side aura of that place. Now, though, it was back. That day Reave had taken samples from the walls and floors, scans of the air and stone, to see if any trace of who it was that had strode the surface remained. It did, and it didn't. It was identifiable, the scans, that a living organism had walked the halls, if not a few organisms. But what did that mean, really? There was no other traces at all, as if whomever had come hadn't had any sort of physical body or manifestation at all. How could that be?
Reave shook his head, the fur retracting into his skin and once more returning to the pale, slightly tanned skin of a human. Things weren't going well with his search. Since the day he'd decided to look into the Fade Reave's adventure just seemed plagued with issues. It was only a matter of time before he gave up. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Sighing, he powered down the console, and strode quietly back to the Rogue Shadow. With the Force, Reave checked the rest of the base to see if any living remained, but, as usual and as expected, there was no one and nothing. That done, he stepped up the ramp into his ship, and the entrance closed.
From above, the Rogue Shadow would appear as if from the middle of nowhere, and jet into space, bypassing the Hyperspace Hub and launching into hyperspace.
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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