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A TEACHER'S BETRAYAL
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The cold, unforgiving arctic wind stung his face as he made his way up the hill. The man, already bundled in a dark robe, hiked the scarf he was wearing higher up his face. Vision was not a concern, and so it covered his entire face now, warming it. He could already feel the sweat gathering on his brow.
Pushing back against the wind, he climbed up the hill, striding toward the entrance of an icy cavern. With nothing in sight, he stood out, a minuscule black dot against a pristine white canvas. At his waist, deep under the robes, was the battered hilt of a lightsaber. Although the armor he was wearing supposedly had a helmet, he had chosen not to wear it today, as he had no need.
He would only be meeting his apprentice, after all. His apprentice. The words felt familiar to him, and had felt that way for the months since he had last seen the other man. Today was the day when they had planned a meeting, on the icy planet of Hoth, far from Jedi space.
To the men, the only two risks were the cold, and themselves. Chances were slim that only one would walk away. With another Sith, he would feel uncomfortable meeting in such a remote location. He knew, however, that Soran was a trustworthy man.
He had reached the mouth of the cave, and was now resting, braced against the icy wall of the cavern. The rancor-leather gloves on his hands kept them warm, although he could feel their temperature dropping.
Now feeling considerably better, Calmax Zokar pushed his scarf back down to his neck, and pulled down the hood of his robes. His eyes, covered by a blindfold, felt the change in temperature from warm to cold. Now, he waited at the entrance of the cave, for his apprentice.
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