The LAAT/i transport, emblazoned with Clan Odan-Urr markings, dropped from the sky over the snow-filled tundra. Soaring just above the melting snow, the craft lifted a cloud of particles, creating angel wings in its wake. Decelerating slowly over a low ridgeline, it fell into a valley on the other side, swiftly finding its target: the battered remains of a base once used by the One Sith to conduct covert operations on New Tython. It had been destroyed shortly after New Tython’s liberation by a group of rogue Odan-Urr Jedi.
Some of the shelters seemed to be in place still, along with a destroyed power generator and several anti-air defense batteries still intact. The main landing pad, once propped on a nearby flat-top, now hung precariously over a deep crevasse.
As the ship landed not too far from its destination, Satele Shan’s Quaestor Mako Henymory and his trusted Mandalorian companion jumped out. “Wait for us here. we won’t be long,” Mako ordered the pilot and co-pilot.
“Aye, sir,” they replied simply and in unison.
The two companions trudged through the snow and surveyed what was left of the former base. What shelters remained standing were covered in thick ice and snow. The once powerful generator, now rubble and debris, seemed to be embedded into the hilltop behind it from heavy snowfall. Two anti-air batteries remained standing while the third collapsed into the same crevasse that swallowed part of the landing pad.. Along with it, the main building seemed to collapse into the depths.
“I don’t believe this was here last we checked,” Lilly spoke up, voice distorted by the modulator in her helmet. “What do you think?”
“Must have happened recently. The explosion must have weakened the ice underneath and it opened once the snows melted, I suppose,” Mako replied with a puff of warm breath from under his winter headgear. “Shame. But if we do find anything here, it will probably be in that main shelter that is wrecked at the bottom.”
“You serious?” The Mandalorian’s expression could almost be felt through her visor. “It’s dangerous down there, especially with so much snowmelt.”
“I am completely aware, but our objective is down there, not up here. Besides, it’s a small climb and a lot of searching through debris. I doubt we’ll find anything useful any—”
Both of them stopped as they noticed tracks in the melting snow, leading down into the crevasse.
“Now what’re the odds of that?” Lilly spoke up first.
“Someone comes here the same day we announce it to the Council, you mean?” the Hhuman replied. With all that happened with the Sentinel network recently, the idea that someone was covering their tracks wasn’t that farfetched. “Only one set of prints. Curious.”
“Yeah, I’d expect several. Maybe a small squad.” The Mandalorian pulled out her pistol as she peeked over the edge into the crevasse below. Her helmet’s systems made short work of the darkness blocking her view, yet she could not make out a good descending path. The walls were solid ice, albeit cracked in places, with several large alcoves formed in the tearing. She’d need a rope or a jetpack. “No ropes either;” she noticed. “I have a bad feeling about this, Mako.”
“We’re in a precarious situation here,” the Quaestor mused. “No choice. You’ll stay behind and cover the ship. We can’t leave it defenseless.”
“What? No,” she replied as she turned to face him, the expressionless visor reluctant to reveal any emotion, but he felt it clearly enough, like a million times before: anxiety.
“I will go down and search for what I need. If there are any more of them around, they’ll just be waiting for the opportunity to take the transport. And there’s no one I trust more to handle threats.” His look gave her no more confidence than his idea. “Alright?”
She sighed, cursed something silently in Mando’a and nodded. “Fine. You better get back up here in fifteen minutes or I’m coming down to look for you.”
“Fair enough,” he said before he surveyed the crevasse once more and jumped down onto the first available alcove. From on high the darkness seemed impenetrable, but as he jumped further down, light shone strongly enough for him to see without problem. Finally, he reached the bottom. Its vertical walls turned into a sloped slide of generations-old ice that seemed to engulf what remained of the shelter, which itself was broken into pieces, probably from the harsh fall into the depths. Most of what remained of the shelter slid deeper into what appeared to be a massive cave.
So this is why she broke, Mako thought as he observed the crevasse walls and the light coming from above. The explosion just served to hasten the process. He searched his immediate surroundings finding only shattered prefab walls, junk and tracks in the thin layer of snow, leading deeper into the cave. He could just barely make out something familiar, some presence he thought he had felt before. Steeling his resolve, his senses on high alert, the human traipsed deeper.
”Henymory,” he heard a heavy and deep voice boom through the cave as he reached the deepest part, the shelter’s remains strewn throughout. He had heard it before, he was certain.
“Show yourself,” he ordered as his hand touched the hilt on his belt.
“As you wish.”
Ice crunched under heavy footsteps as the armored form of the Brotherhood’s Herald appeared from behind one of the shattered walls of the shelter, still standing upright despite the damage. She wore a heavy winter coat and heel-spiked boots to grip the ice sheet. Mako brows furrowed in surprise as much as confusion.
“Lady Herald, what—?” The echo of her saber snapping to life stopped him in his tracks, his own hilt appearing in his hand more on instinct than any sense of reason. Like a hovertrain, she was on him in moments, the very first strike aimed at his neck. With mild shock in his eyes, the operative deflected and dodged, his heart racing in his chest. Adrenaline burst into his blood like a watertap, sending his survival instincts into a frenzy.
The Herald’s attacks came swiftly from many sides, flashing around his cone of defense like a multitude of angry vipers. The lava blade dipped into the ice sheet, flash boiling it as it came in low for a leg swipe. Mako jumped over the swing, bringing his own blade down to slice her in twain. A solid wall of energy deflected his saber away, making him lose his balance and giving her enough time to continue her barrage of attacks. She did not relent until he slipped on the ice and slid several meters from her.
Stepping away, the Neti give him time to recuperate and find his bearings. Her blade twirled in her hand; her eyes, as cold as the ice they stood on, looked him over from head to toe. “Stand up, Henymory! I will have words,” she sneered and readied herself for another attack.
Mako isn’t really Mako without Lilly, but you don’t want her involved in the actual fight. I think your description of the environment and the ice shaft was an eloquent way to introduce her and keep her in reserve for a later post without having her interfere in the main body of the match.
A few small Syntax issues:
Doubled period here.