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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2019 8:55:50 GMT -8
Hidden encampment of Rogue Hunter.A former member of the Mandalorian Clan Priest had made a camp within a cave. He was hunting down Pantran Whitefangs, with the help of his Talz allies. The pelts of these beast sold for a lot of credits. He like any mandalorian used a variety of different methods to hunt down the beast. He had already harvested several pelts and their were stocked piled inside of a crate, as once he was done on the frozen wasteland he would head elsewhere and start hunting something else.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 5, 2019 15:30:16 GMT -8
Anemoi Station, Hoth. Originally constructed in the frozen wastelands of Hoth due to the obvious secrecy it provided, Anemoi Station is now barely visible from the sky, due to Hoth's shifting snowy landscape. Partially buried, though still powered, Anemoi Station went off the grid two years, six months and eighteen days ago. A recovery team was dispatched though they are now MIA. With the fall of the Organization, Anemoi Station was forgotten about. Until a recovery beacon ticked over and alerted The Illusionist of its existence. Upon discovering what his predecessor was conducting at the station, The Illusionist assembled a team and dispatched them immediately to Hoth to recover The Organization's secrets, buried in the ice...
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on May 13, 2019 13:42:51 GMT -8
The Kodiak shuttle plowed through Hoth's turbulent atmosphere. Powerful winds buffeted the craft, but the pilots stayed true to their course. As Anemoi Station came into view, the craft did a fly-over, searching the area before coming back around to set down on ice-covered platform. Unbuckling his tether and allowing it to retract, Vao ensured his gear was secure and he was ready to face the chilling weather of Hoth. As the hatch opened, icy winds rushed in, bringing snow. Keying his comm to the rest of the team, Vao spoke.
Oncar, Son-Tor, set perimeter. Reynar, on point. Blue, yer with me. Belruk, yer on the rear. Let's move. Once secure, Blue will open the doors to get us inside. And try to make it quick, kid. It ain't exactly nice out here.
Motioning for them all to disembark, Oncar and Son-Tor jumped off first and began fanning out scanning the area.
Clear left.
Clear right.
No sooner had those two reported in, Reynar jumped off the shuttle and jogged to the door and took up position.
Clear to move up. We've got you covered.
With a nod, Vao motioned for Blue to disembark the shuttle with him, as Belruk would bring up the rear.
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 22, 2019 12:43:36 GMT -8
Former Organization Research & Development Outpost: Anemoi Station - Hoth
As with all other Organization outposts and stations, they were built to last. Powered by geothermal vents deep beneath Hoth's icy surface, Anemoi Station could continue to operate on stand-by power alone, for the better part of a century. Robust security protocols, implemented by The Mysterious Man, ensured that each section of the station could be locked down indefinitely, while being able to operate on independent supplies of oxygen, water and food processors. The unfortunate drawback to all of the security and containment protocols meant that, in the event something should disrupt an outpost's connection to the Organization's vast communications network, even briefly, people could end up trapped inside with no chance of escape...
And so, this was the case for many scientists and research personnel within Anemoi Station. Once the lockdown was triggered, every vital section of the station was locked down to prevent security breaches, contamination or even escape with vital information. While individuals or even groups of people, could survive for years in lockdown, even with the most sophisticated automation and monitoring programs, equipment eventually wore out, ran out of power or were purposely switched off to preserve vital research. While Anemoi Station was still running on stand-by power, meaning it had the operational equivalent to a pulse, it would need to be fully powered up in order to retrieve data and search the station properly...
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Post by Damron Blue on Jun 10, 2019 9:52:45 GMT -8
Taking a step out of the shuttle Damron could feel the chill, even in his environmentally controlled suit. His HUD showed that the temp was... never mind, didn't want to think about it. Testing his quick deploy Computer and Security Spike system in the cold, he was satisfied as he arrived at the door. Stepping over to the control panel, the Zeltron had to clear away a layer of ice from it before he could get to work. He inserted a spike and with a couple quick work-arounds, the door hissed open. Blue, opted to leave that spike where it was, didn't want to risk not being able to get back into the panel due to yet more ice. Stepping to the side and motioning like butler, when they've opened the door for their important boss. Though once to first of the pirates had passed he unslung his carbine and held it ready. He wasn't interested in what would kill him first from a suit breech, hypothermia or infection.
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Jun 11, 2019 19:01:28 GMT -8
Huddled around the door as the shuttle departed after dropping them off, Vao motioned for Reynar to enter the building first. Clicking on the undermount flashlight on his blaster rifle, the Mandalorian entered into the Station. Scanning the area, all he saw was dimly lit corridors ahead with another sealed bulkhead, a security office off to his right and a lot of frost build-up in the corners. Making his way quickly over to the security office, the Mandalorian dropped to one knee, keeping his eyes trained ahead at the sealed bulkhead.
Clear. Move up.
Was all the burly Mandalorian said to the rest of the team. Shortly thereafter, Oncar and Son-Tor were on his left and right flank, while the rest of the team huddled up behind him. Once inside the building, Vao lifted the goggled off of his face and shuddered. Pulling the scarf down from his mouth, he procured a holo-pad from within the recesses of his parka. Thumbing it on, the blue-hued image of the complex sprang to life. Knowing Reynar and Belruk, on point and rear respectively, were listening in even though they were more focused on scanning for any sign of trouble, Vao began to lay out his plan.
"Central Power is here."
He said, pointing to the large room several levels below them.
"Gotta get the jenny back online 'fore we're able ta do any data retrieval. From there, we hit the main lab, crew barracks and the server room."
He continued on, indicating where each area was. Bringing a gloved hand up to quickly brush his nose, he continued on.
"Reynar'll stay on point. No further than ten paces ahead. Oncar 'n Son-Tor'll keep our flanks clear and provide support fer either Reynar or Belruk. Belruk'll stay on rear and I'll ensure the kid don't get tripped up none. If we lose 'im, the mission is scrubbed. Blue, yer gonna open any secured doors and get the power back on. From there, we'll recover what we can. Clear?"
Glancing up at the team, he watched as each one of them acknowledged his orders in their own way. With a nod, Vao looked to Blue.
"Get us inside the security office and see if ya can't do somthin' about this lockdown, would ya?"
He said, motioning to the darkened security office and the locked bulkhead at the end of the short hallway. So far, aside from the biting cold, things were going smoothly. But there was an inkling in the back of his mind, that there was a whole lot more going on here than this base simply being on lock down from lack of power or being disconnected from the Organization's network...but, for now he would continue onwards with his appointed task.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Jun 22, 2019 16:25:20 GMT -8
Hoth, North Ridge.
Setting down the Helix-Class Light Interceptor, the Barabel exited the craft, advising the Arcite droid to remain with the ship. Garbed in a temperature regulated body glove, thick furs and energy resistant armor plates, the Barabel slung his rifle over his shoulder and motioned for the ID10 Seeker Droid to follow him as he trudged through the snow. The biting cold nipped at his face, but his scaly hide was tough enough to resist the effects of frostbite. At least for the time being. Extended exposure to Hoth's extreme cold would eventually freeze him solid, but for the amount of time he would be on the surface, he was prepared. Pausing to sniff the frigid air, the Barabel grinned a toothy grin and growled lowly. He could smell his prey, just over the next rise. Scanning the icy outcroppings for any sort of egress in which to hide himself, the Barabel unslung his rifle and climbed to the top of the rise, and huddled into a crevasse. Laying prone, Erpon flipped down the bipod and peered through the scope. Sure enough, a whole pack of Pantran Whitefangs were present. He only needed a handful of pelts...which would take him very long. As he peered through the scope, he noticed the pack was in distress. Frowning, the Barabel panned the plains, searching for the disruption. Sure enough several Talz were moving through the pack. Well that just wouldn't do. Interrupting his hunt was unacceptable. Swiveling to sight in on the nearest Talz, Erpon inhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger. With a deafening crack, the rifle discharged its slug and the Talz down range dropped as several red specks could be made out in the snow near-by. So the Talz could bleed? Perfect. Sighting in on the next and they scanned around searching for the source of the shot, the Barabel pulled the trigger again, dropping another. And then another. He was concealed down wind from the Talz, high atop an icy outcropping and they were scattered on the open plains below. Easy pickings. As the rifle discharged two more times with twin resounding cracks, he scanned the plains below. Dead, blood soaked Talz were strewn about and the Whitefangs had disappeared. Growling in frustration, the Barabel reloaded his rifle and rose up from his spot. Hopefully that was the end of interruptions on this hunt...
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Aug 4, 2019 10:00:51 GMT -8
Huddled around the door as the shuttle departed after dropping them off, Vao motioned for Reynar to enter the building first. Clicking on the undermount flashlight on his blaster rifle, the Mandalorian entered into the Station. Scanning the area, all he saw was dimly lit corridors ahead with another sealed bulkhead, a security office off to his right and a lot of frost build-up in the corners. Making his way quickly over to the security office, the Mandalorian dropped to one knee, keeping his eyes trained ahead at the sealed bulkhead.Clear. Move up.Was all the burly Mandalorian said to the rest of the team. Shortly thereafter, Oncar and Son-Tor were on his left and right flank, while the rest of the team huddled up behind him. Once inside the building, Vao lifted the goggled off of his face and shuddered. Pulling the scarf down from his mouth, he procured a holo-pad from within the recesses of his parka. Thumbing it on, the blue-hued image of the complex sprang to life. Knowing Reynar and Belruk, on point and rear respectively, were listening in even though they were more focused on scanning for any sign of trouble, Vao began to lay out his plan."Central Power is here."He said, pointing to the large room several levels below them."Gotta get the jenny back online 'fore we're able ta do any data retrieval. From there, we hit the main lab, crew barracks and the server room."He continued on, indicating where each area was. Bringing a gloved hand up to quickly brush his nose, he continued on."Reynar'll stay on point. No further than ten paces ahead. Oncar 'n Son-Tor'll keep our flanks clear and provide support fer either Reynar or Belruk. Belruk'll stay on rear and I'll ensure the kid don't get tripped up none. If we lose 'im, the mission is scrubbed. Blue, yer gonna open any secured doors and get the power back on. From there, we'll recover what we can. Clear?"Glancing up at the team, he watched as each one of them acknowledged his orders in their own way. With a nod, Vao looked to Blue."Get us inside the security office and see if ya can't do somthin' about this lockdown, would ya?"He said, motioning to the darkened security office and the locked bulkhead at the end of the short hallway. So far, aside from the biting cold, things were going smoothly. But there was an inkling in the back of his mind, that there was a whole lot more going on here than this base simply being on lock down from lack of power or being disconnected from the Organization's network...but, for now he would continue onwards with his appointed task. |
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Oct 27, 2019 14:05:35 GMT -8
Hidden encampment of Rogue Hunter.A former member of the Mandalorian Clan Priest had made a camp within a cave. He was hunting down Pantran Whitefangs, with the help of his Talz allies. The pelts of these beast sold for a lot of credits. He like any mandalorian used a variety of different methods to hunt down the beast. He had already harvested several pelts and their were stocked piled inside of a crate, as once he was done on the frozen wasteland he would head elsewhere and start hunting something else. Hoth, North Ridge.Setting down the Helix-Class Light Interceptor, the Barabel exited the craft, advising the Arcite droid to remain with the ship. Garbed in a temperature regulated body glove, thick furs and energy resistant armor plates, the Barabel slung his rifle over his shoulder and motioned for the ID10 Seeker Droid to follow him as he trudged through the snow. The biting cold nipped at his face, but his scaly hide was tough enough to resist the effects of frostbite. At least for the time being. Extended exposure to Hoth's extreme cold would eventually freeze him solid, but for the amount of time he would be on the surface, he was prepared. Pausing to sniff the frigid air, the Barabel grinned a toothy grin and growled lowly. He could smell his prey, just over the next rise. Scanning the icy outcroppings for any sort of egress in which to hide himself, the Barabel unslung his rifle and climbed to the top of the rise, and huddled into a crevasse. Laying prone, Erpon flipped down the bipod and peered through the scope. Sure enough, a whole pack of Pantran Whitefangs were present. He only needed a handful of pelts...which would take him very long. As he peered through the scope, he noticed the pack was in distress. Frowning, the Barabel panned the plains, searching for the disruption. Sure enough several Talz were moving through the pack. Well that just wouldn't do. Interrupting his hunt was unacceptable. Swiveling to sight in on the nearest Talz, Erpon inhaled slowly and squeezed the trigger. With a deafening crack, the rifle discharged its slug and the Talz down range dropped as several red specks could be made out in the snow near-by. So the Talz could bleed? Perfect. Sighting in on the next and they scanned around searching for the source of the shot, the Barabel pulled the trigger again, dropping another. And then another. He was concealed down wind from the Talz, high atop an icy outcropping and they were scattered on the open plains below. Easy pickings. As the rifle discharged two more times with twin resounding cracks, he scanned the plains below. Dead, blood soaked Talz were strewn about and the Whitefangs had disappeared. Growling in frustration, the Barabel reloaded his rifle and rose up from his spot. Hopefully that was the end of interruptions on this hunt... |
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Post by Damron Blue on Oct 30, 2019 10:39:58 GMT -8
As the suited Zeltron worked his magic on the security office doors, and then again on the station's lockdown, Vao smirked. The kid was good. Probably the best he had seen in a long time. Motioning for Reynar to move through the now opened bulkhead, the rest of the team followed him through. Motioning to the Zeltron to proceed ahead of him, Vao stepped through the door. It was at that moment that a peculiar sound greeted his ears. Pausing to listen carefully, the sound had dissipated into the still air of the facility. Furrowing his brow in both confusion as well as curiosity, the Twi'lek pushed forward. They had spent entirely too long trying to figure out their next move. And he didn't want to rush them, however, it was time to split them up. Cover more ground. Keying his comm, he spoke to the team.Reynar, take Oncar to the reactor. Get the lights back on fer us. Belruk and Son-Tor'll head to the barracks, see what they can learn about what happened here. Blue, yer with me. Main lab. Data Recovery was the main reason we were sent ta this ice-ball...let's not disappoint our boss, eh?He hated splitting up, but the circumstances called for it at the moment. Once the power was switched back on fully, the could regroup in the main lab and extract the data they needed before securing the rest of their objectives. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2020 14:08:09 GMT -8
The pack of Pantran Whitefangs that both hunters were tracking continued to make their way back to the cave that they made into their nest. Most experienced hunter knew that entering a pack's den was a most fool hardy mistake and most that did ended up dead. So the hunters would have to wait until the time was right to strike and finish off their prey.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Apr 2, 2020 14:39:20 GMT -8
Having cleaned up a handful of opposing Talz and tracked the Pantran Whitefangs to their lair, Erpon had taken up perch on an icy outcropping several hundred meters down wind of the cave's entrance. He had a clear vantage point of the cave entrance and the bottleneck canyon approach he had used to get there. Because of the terrain, direct conflict would be treacherous. Which was why he had chosen this perch. It was ideal if one wanted to shot directly into the cave, offered protection from the wind, was extremely difficult to get to unless one had the appropriate climbing gear (or sharp talons suited for climbing the ice face). And it had several notches for cover if he chose to crouch, rather than continue to lay prone, as he currently was. The thermal gear he was wearing kept him warm, but trapped his thermal signature for those who would try to exploit that. To thermal scanners, he appeared no different than the ice and rocks around him. Which suited him just fine. Now, all he had to do was wait until the other hunters caught up. Given their targets were the Whitefangs as well, it stood to reason that they wouldn't stop tracking the animals either.
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 7, 2021 22:05:02 GMT -8
The Firespray the name is a bit long..... You know - Boba Fett had one. Anyway, with Gid piloting the ship's occupants were preparing for the worse. Last drinks were handed out. Those who held deep spiritual beliefs were praying to the superior being of their particular faith. And absolutely nothing happened. The self proclaimed captain spoke -Gid- "So we are stuck in a snowbank. A big snowbank. Somebody wanna message that dude?" A voice rose -Alem- " On it! " The woman violently tapped out a mayday
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 7, 2021 22:39:48 GMT -8
The boys were both a bit wobbly at the knee. It was Kieran who first spoke up cheerily - Kieran- "Gid my sister! That was a wonderful display of piloting; I have not been in such terror in a long time." Breathing in deep he continued -Kieran- "Ray the Pig did tell us to all meet him on this God forsaken stain on the Universe - no?" Pulling out his Comm. the man explained - Kieran- "Not to worry; I have the new Emperor Comm. Thing will survive anything and send messages no matter what the conditions." He screamed and yelled obscenities at the poor unit for some time. Looking up he started -Kieran- "Right! Need to contact a few people. And he returned to that task
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 0:45:38 GMT -8
Being caught in a snowbank an a block of ice planet in the middle of nowhere on a planet that was in the middle of nowhere in.... This was bad. Very bad. Very very bad. Right! Point made. Gid racked her mind working to get them out of this mess. Alem helped. At some point she asked -Alem- "Why are We here?" Her sister answered without separating her teeth - Gid- "Shut up or I heard your tonsils out." And in the meantime, Shakk had unearthed some interesting items.... Chainguns. Three to be exact. Two Z-6 rotary laster cannon and a single LS-150 Heavy Accelerated charged Particle repeater gun.... And four boxes of ammunition. The Old dude who owned this thing lived one seriously interesting life, so she thought
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 8:13:08 GMT -8
Laoch saw Shakk with her new toys -Laoch- 'Been rooting through storage kid?, He squatted down and began flying with avgun. Meanwhile, his brother was tearing the congested storage compartments apart. Turning he spoke -Kieran- 'Sweetie.... See any jumper cables in your rip through these shelves?' Shrugging at the lack of response, the man returned to his dismantling of the ship's storage compartments. Then in small locked unit he hit the mark. Coats. Four to be exact. Quickly donning one he began to commence them to his companions on the ship. Stopped at Laoch empty handed he remarked -Kieran- 'Damn. Looks like your outta luck.'
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 9:53:11 GMT -8
Taking the offering from Kieran with a smile Gid slipped into the coat. Right hand crossing over her head she exhaled. Mist. First time that she'd noticed. Eyes sweeping around the room she winced. They were getting cold. Fast. Her heart beat picked up slightly. Turning Gid returned to the dash in front of her. What now? What now.... Alem too gracefully accepted the gesture with a nod And a smile. Shoving her right arm into the sleeve then swinging the coat over left shoulder the girl silently thanked the heavens for the penchant of producing oversized items among manufactures of utilitarian clothing. And lastly, looking up from her fixation with the chain guns, Shakk snatched the utilitarian jacket from Kieran's hands and mumbled -Shakk- "Thank you...." Looking up a Laoch she smiled apologetically and returned to investigating the pieces. Eyes shooting up again she asked -Shakk- "Want my coat?" The mighty operating system of The Hand Made Tail was now being overtaxed as it attempted to maintain the heat necessary to sustain operating. And the rapid descent of the temperature on the ship continued....
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 11:26:03 GMT -8
Many many words could be readily summoned to describe Laoch, most of these not being pleasant. But none could deny he was an noble man. And at present the man was freezing. So when Shakk offered the coat he dismissed the offer with a smirk -Laoch- 'What? Hardly cold in here. But thanks."
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 14:32:12 GMT -8
The ship was quiet. Quiet as a mouse. But no fat dude slid down the chimney with care. There was no chimney. But she felt a sudden... presence. She randomly hit the ignition switch. And? Nothing. Nothing.... The woman frowned and laid her head on the dashboard. Sitting up straight Gid's brows dropped and the womab turned the switch again. And. And? VAROOM!BANGPUT!PUT!BANG!BOOMPUTPUTRRRVAROOM!OCCBAM!BAM!BAM! The engine turned over, the beast idled. And Gid not the accelerator. Up off the ground they rose then off into the sky the ship disappeared
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Post by Bey Kahn on Aug 9, 2021 6:17:21 GMT -8
Location: Hoth - Southern HemisphereDescending through the atmosphere, the Fairwind style vessel Lack of Faith II dipped below the clouds and flew over vast fields of snow and ice. As the ship became low enough for the air to becme breathable, the top deck was unsealed and crew members emerged from the vessel's interior, walking over to the railings to get a better look at the landscape around them. The air was a bitter cold that bit deep, even for the ewoks and tynnans whose entire bodies were covered in fur. The gamorreans on the crew were already wearing animal furs, though the boars appeared to be too dumb to notice the extreme cold, all save Bey Kahn that is. The captain of the ship strode out onto the deck, wearing a large wookiee fur coat that covered him from neck to toe. His horned head was exposed and he took a long draw of fresh air from his snout, releasing steam as he expelled the breath.Bey looked over the side railing as the ship slowed and came down on the coordinates they had picked. There appeared to be some activity on the surface, the snow was clearly disturbed by the landing and take-off of another ship. Someone had been here before them, and recently. Could it have been one of the others from Juvex? That seemed the only likely possibility since he didn't remember sharing the coordinates with anyone else. Still, that left the lingering obvious question. Where were they now? He shrugged the thought off and stepped away from the railing, watching as the cargo elevator from the inner hold rose to the top deck, carrying with it four slender frames constructed from wood and animal hide. They were called paraglyders and they were something of a specialty used by the ewok members of the crew. Four intrepid woks wearing little snow-suits and wind-goggles picked up the glyders and took a running leap towards an open edge of the deck, dropping off the side and soaring into the air as the glyders wings caught the wind.When the ship set down the boarding ramp was lowered and crew began to disembark with equipment. Repulsor sleds carrying fence posts and bundles of metal wire were offloaded by tynnans. The otter like species were industrious and went about their work efficiently. A square area of fence was constructed constructed next to the ship. A large tarp was unfurled from one side of the ship to the far end of the fence, providing some protection from the elements. They'd need a holding pen for tauntauns once they found some, and believe me, they are going to need them. Motion sensors were placed around the perimeter of the ship, constantly pinging back nothing as it seemed at least the immediate vicinity was free of wildlife.A wookiee hair rope was thrown over the side of the top deck railing, dropping to the ground where the extra length spooled. Bey Kahn grabbed the rope and threw his body over the side of the railing, rapidly descending towards the snow below. His feet hit the soft surface and sunk a good half dozen inches. He pulled his collar up to protect the nape of his neck from the cold and withdrew a cigar from inside his coat, bringing it to his lips and lighting the end. The flavored smoke helped to warm his insides.
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