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Pilgrimage to the Past
It it weren't for his visor, Uhtred doubted they'd have been able to navigate as far as they were. Ordinarily, they'd have flown; it was faster and more efficient, but this snow storm was especially bad. It blinded the instruments too much, froze power conduits and thermal processors. In short, it was too risky. There was a time Deucalians had once mastered the monstrous climate and weather of Hoth, fought off wampas and Skels, ice cats and every manner of hidden and dangers beneath the ice. Ando Prime was cold, to be sure, but it wasn't Hoth, and it certainly wasn't Deucalia. This was winter of another breed.
"We're almost there now! Just a bit further!"
Uhtred could scarcely see those behind and alongside him. The varlwulves they were riding on were fine in the weather, but Uhtred was almost blinded to even just see those more than five meters off from his location. The blizzard was roaring so loudly he had to yell into his armor's comlink just to be heard. It was annoying, but after hours of travel, they were near to their goal.
Erect pillars of stone, and tall walls with engraved carvings showed the way. Much of it was ruined, as was expected. It had been bombed to inhabitable levels centuries ago, whilst there were only children and non-combatants residing in it. And before then, it had been evacuated when the Jedi temporarily relocated his people. Even now, while still standing, this place was a husk of its former self.
Kaltísborg. The capital of Hoth when it was under the control of the Deucalians. Their second home of thousands of years. Now, just a memory. Directing his varlwulf through a nearby mountain's pass, the group found a temporary haven from the roaring snow storm, as the winds lashed out in futility against the mountainside. Hopping down from his varlwulf, Uhtred looked up at a crimson-broze colored door. The rear entrance to the city, long fallen into disuse, but still standing tall.
"Everyone's let get inside. Grab the supplies and we'll get started", Uhtred said, grabbing a TDS-1100 portable computer and a power unit, holding one under his arm while slinging the other from a strap over his shoulder. Uhtred didn't particularly like technical work, least of all in a ghost city, but this one was worth it. If nothing else, it would be nice to have some shelter from the cold.
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