Warriors of chILL Repute (smugglers, pirates, mercs, bounty hunters, etc)
Jacen hadn't been here in a long time. He'd come to this place to hide out once, when a Special Op for the Empire had turned sour. He'd spent nearly four days here...that was more time than he liked. He'd gotten to know this place pretty well...stronghold of a long-lost, pre-Clone Wars power. But since the Seperatists had attacked the old military base, it had lost something important...the structural integrity of its walls. Snow had drifted through, flooding the corridors and rooms with waves of ice-white. He stopped, and scooped a handful of soft, dusty snow, and let it fall through his fingers.
This frozen wasteland had seen more than its fair share of battles. It looked like it had been abandoned in a hurry...when he'd come the first time, he'd found gun turrets ready to fire, soldiers lying in the spot where they'd fought. The clone wars had changed the galaxy. And now this planet, Xaav'n VI, was about to play host to another major event in history. Or at least, thats what he hoped. "I sure hope someone shows up," he muttered to a frozen, lifeless Battle Droid, and shifted a little in his Clone Trooper armour, feeling and looking strangely at home within the alien walls.