Ilum. Once a center of Jedi learning, the planet still trembled from the deaths wrought by unfathomable betrayal in the closing years of the civil war between the Guardians of Peace and the progenitors of Andraste's empire, the Exiles. Icy winds whipped across the barren valleys and snow covered Plains, daggers of cold that pierced through the sleeveless coat and layers of thick fur that covered Kazzatobhk's body. Still, the Wookiee padawan bore the discomfort without complaint, frost clinging to the wet fur around his muzzle and weighing down the fur that hung over his eyes. He was a Hunter, a tracker, and it was for this purpose that he was chosen to accompany the Grandmaster. Elsewhere on the planet Kazza could feel the ripples through the Force as his fellow Jedi engaged the mindless insectoid Horde that had claimed the former Jedi tunnels as their hive. Idly checking his equipment, the tall furred Jedi waved his companions forward with a muffled howl and stepped into a crevice etched into the side of the valley. Just like hunting the kinrath in the Shadowlands, his companions on the other end of the valley served to draw the horde of 'warriors' to the entrance of the hive and keep them distracted, the true target was the Queen that lay deep within the cave system. Kill the Queen, and the nest would die with her. Cracking a lum-rod, Kazza held it aloft and pointed at a cramped passage hewn through the stone as his companions stumbled in out of the cold winds with a low whine. It was time to pay Her Majesty a visit.