Belsavis: Outer Orbit
The planet of Belsavis was an icy hell hole, only broken up by pockets of tropical paradise that resided within canyons heated by geothermal vents. A rather odd planet but in a galaxy as full of planets as the one they lived in, odd planets weren't exactly an uncommon thing. Darth Asminys watched the sparkling blue orb grow in size as they approached in the light freighter from his seat behind the pilot, a smuggler who had been conscripted from the holding cells of Eiattu. It seemed as if prisoners often chose servitude over continued jail time and he planned to make good use of that here on Belsavis. Two other Sith accompanied him in the cockpit of the freighter, a marauder with a penchant for for piloting in the co-pilot seat (@Darasuum ), and an acolyte whom Asminys had worked with once before on Bespin seated besides him (@Logan ).
Darth Asminys wore his usual clothing, black pants, boots, and a fur-lined black duraplast breastplate for the icy temperatures below. Paired lightsabers hung on each side of his belt, and a hooded cloak covered his form with the hood drawn up, simmering hateful eyes glowing within the shadowy folds. The freighter was currently latched onto an over large asteroid, they had dropped into the system on the tail of an asteroid shower that would be passing the planet by, their ride to the planet that would get them past the defense fleets sensors. In the cargo hold were crates of blaster rifles and a squad of soldiers from his newly trained military who had strapped themselves in with makeshift seating. The crates were of course strapped down as well, practically bolted down. It wouldn't do to lose half his soldiers on the insertion due to a loose crate crushing them during a maneuver.
"T-minus 1 minute to breakaway." The pilot broke the silence in the cabin as the planet loomed in through the viewport, a nervous temor in his voice. Darth Asminys could feel the fear radiating off the man, could sense it wasn't due to the maneuver he was about to perform, his confidence in his piloting skill was well enough. No it was fear of the men and woman who occupied the cabin with him. Three Sith were three more than the man ever wanted in the cockpit of his ship with him.
"Marauder, take the stick." Darth Asminys commanded the other Sith, relieving the smuggler of his duty to deliver them safely to the surface. It wouldn't do to have the man screw up the insertion because of a little fear over his cabin occupants. "Pilot, scan the surface for our entrance." He continued with authority. They had an approximate location of a few cracks in the ice that would allow them access to the Icebox prison, but they needed to be sure of their landing zone before they got there. The less time they spent in the air, the less time the Belsavin's had to figure out that they were a ship instead of a piece of asteroid debris.