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Ruins of the rebel base on Hoth, 1432 local time
The loss of life had been staggering. What had once been a neutral world had gone through so much and was now controlled by the Empire—it certainly showed. Beside the telltale ruins, any Force sensitive could feel the change and the strife that had occured. The dark side hung over the planet and was most concentrated among the battlefield. If he had ever been to Illum, Milo would be able to compare it to that, but he was not any more familiar with that icy world than he was with this one. All he knew was that Eriana's church had been founded there, and he hadn't yet visited.
He didn't much care that he—along with the Emperor and Darth Tagus—had orchestrated a war crime. There was no such thing as a war crime, really. War itself was a crime, and used as an excuse to deviate from the law. Its very premise was killing people, which was about as illegal as you could get. Killing them more effectively was not a crime, not in Milo's eyes. The rebels had brought it on to themselves, and the fact that none of their bases were equipped with shield generators was part of the reason the bombardment had been so successful in the first place. If they had not wanted to be obliterated by the Emperor's fleet, perhaps they shouldn't have betrayed the Empire. It was logical.
The wind was the only sound he could hear aside from the occasional bray of his tauntaun, which was tied up nearby to a pole he'd dug into the ground. Milo was on his knees, examining a blaster pistol that had been left behind, so old—and perhaps broken—that no one could find a use for it. Scavengers on battlefields were normally a problem on developed worlds, but Hoth was a different matter entirely—no one lived on the icy rock, so there was no one around to scavenge the weapons, other than looting soldiers. Casting the pistol aside, Milo rose and patted snow off his thighs as he looked around. The sky was clear and littered with various Imperial craft, from corvettes readying to make the jump to hyperspace to shuttles of soldiers on their way back. It had not snowed much since the battle surprisingly—just enough to cover any body left behind, as well as weapons that now poked out every once in a while.
His apprentice should be arriving sometime soon, unless she was planning to be late to her first formal training session. It was why Milo was scanning the skyline—to see whether he could spot her approaching silhouette.
@Chesire