At this point, she and the cold were inseparable. First Krownest, then Scipio, and now Rothana. Yet another planet covered in ice and snow. Song had to wonder if this was fate, and she was simply destined to visit every icy rock in the galaxy until her dying breath. All she needed was to trudge through the snows of Hoth or Rhen Var and she would complete the package.
It wasn’t like she hated the cold. It served her much better than a journey across Jakku, an experience she never wished to endure again. Next to lightsabers, heat was one of her greatest weaknesses, and that day she’d been sweating more than a nun at a cucumber stall. Never again. She’d pick Rothana over that any day.
As for who she was accompanying, that was a different story.
Nox Solus. A wolf and a badger. The last time the two of them had crossed paths, it had been on Bandomeer, where they’d encountered everything from bandits to stray Reeks. They had fought together as equals. Now, he was the Solus’alor and the backbone of the Mand’alor’s crusade. They hadn’t exactly parted on good terms, so when she’d been invited to join him on a diplomatic mission to Rothana, it surprised her. She found it slightly worrying, too.
Nox was not known for his… diplomatic side. Or so she’d heard.
Song cast him a long look as they crossed the bridge into the main shipyard facility, where delegates of Rothana Engineering would be waiting. “I pray you don’t expect me to do all the talking, Nox, while you stand menacingly in the corner,” she told him. “I don’t have enough charisma to last the whole day.” She barely had enough charisma now, to be honest. But as long as the Solus’alor could be more than a living statue, then hopefully, their meeting with these corporate stiffs could end on a good note.
Or with a shoot-out. Whatever worked for him.
@Orbit