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The armor felt foreign beneath her robes. There were very few opportunities the young Initiate had to wear such armor while in the safety and confines of the Jedi Temple on Tython. She pulled her robes around her body closely, unused to the coldness and mind too scattered to focus upon calling upon the Force for assistance in warming her blood. Shivering in the cold, she followed the Jedi Master, blinking away the snow that was falling into her face. Why would anyone choose this planet to build a shipyard? Was it not rough on the equipment flying through such extreme temperatures? Master Talohn had already told them that the scans had come back negative, but that did little to ease the tiny prickling at the base of her neck. Someone or Something was here.
Making it up the last few steps, she looked over the precipice to the shipyard laying just over the ridge. They were finally here, the resting place of the plans for the Sister to the Eye of Palpatine. Crouching down low, she tried to rub warmth back in her body as she waited for the others to make the climb. Was she truly ready for this? Her confidence was beginning to dwindle.
Making it up the last few steps, she looked over the precipice to the shipyard laying just over the ridge. They were finally here, the resting place of the plans for the Sister to the Eye of Palpatine. Crouching down low, she tried to rub warmth back in her body as she waited for the others to make the climb. Was she truly ready for this? Her confidence was beginning to dwindle.