Narrator's POV
"There it is, Master," breathed Anakin Skywalker as his Jedi Starship neared the frozen, isolated atmosphere of the ice planet, Hoth. It was a planet he'd never been to before; a planet that, from this far away, made chills run up his spine, the cold air already getting into his system.
Obi-Wan seemed sure of himself as Anakin pulled up on the ship, carefully landing wherever he could manage. The planet was entirely snow, entirely cold, bitterly cold and frozen. Obi-Wan couldn't help but think Kyla might've been all powerful, but clearly wasn't all too bright for deciding to keep her army here. Knowing the weather they were about to endure was extreme, Obi-Wan and Anakin dressed appropriately, and it seemed as though the weather was already affecting them from the inside of his Starship.
"Anakin, are you sure this was a wise idea?" Obi-Wan exhales with his words forming into cold, visible air before him. He jerked back slightly at the alarming sight of seeing his breath, for the first time in awhile, but ignored the already impending cold and turned his focus to the pilot of the Starship, concentrating on landing the ship safely.
"I'm sure, Master, and it was your idea to tag along," heaves Anakin as he continues to pull up on the handles of the main controls, having Obi-Wan press a few buttons to help secure the landing in the rough snow. He was his copilot, and he had to be helpful in some way.
"Oh, Anakin, don't blame me for something like this again," pouted Obi-Wan, clearly not happy with the decision he made. He realized now that it was probably not smart for him to volunteer; Anakin wanted to be independent, like he had strived for since his early days as a padawan, and Obi-Wan didn't want to deal with the intense temperatures of Hoth. What a stupid planet to hold an army of Clones...
Anakin groans cautiously as he lands the Starship roughly, the front of the ship sliding across a snowy, frozen base that appears to have once been a lake. For a good twenty seconds, the heavy ship slides its way across something frozen and solid, making a scraping sound rise up from the sides of the metal ship that wasn't meant to endure this weather and land. Anakin held his grip on the steering handles strongly as he pulled them in such a way to cease the sliding of the ship; it came to a sudden halt at last, scraping the ice along with it, the horrid sound causing Obi-Wan to cover his ears in demise.
As the ship finally halts, Anakin sinks back in his seat, smiling with a sigh of relief. "I landed it, Master."
"One of the best pilots in the galaxy, I tell you, Anakin," laughs a shaken Obi-Wan. Anakin cranes his neck to the right and nods slightly at Obi-Wan, a nod of thanks. He appreciated Obi-Wan's sincere compliments he dished at him sometimes; it gave him the faith he lost when Kyla left the light side of the Force.
"Now, where were we? Oh, right, spying," groans Obi-Wan as he uses a nearby handle to heave himself up as the heavy coats were mildly weighing him down. He glances at Anakin, who has no trouble getting himself out of the cockpit and near the back of the ship, inspecting the sides to make sure it was safe to open the landing ramp.
"Clear," yells Anakin from the back of the ship, whereas Obi-Wan stayed in the cockpit.
Obi-Wan peers out the front windows, checking out the front sides of the ship to make sure it was safe. "Clear here as well," he answers Anakin, slightly shivering at the cold hitting him from the outside of the ship.
"Shall we?" Anakin stands below a button to open the landing ramp, his robotic hand hovering inches from the button, threatening to press it to release the ramp. "We landed distantly, I'm sure if she does have a base near here, she couldn't see or hear anything, Master." Anakin had been getting used to calling him that; it reminded him of the good days, the days when everything seemed happy and there was no Kyla, no threat of a newly established Empire. Life was pure and good - it was just the two of them.
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Star Wars: The Chosen One || An Anakin Skywalker Story [COMPLETED]
FanfictionThe Galactic Republic is in grave danger. Since the dramatic death of the Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the Senate believed the Republic was in no harm of being overthrown. Therefore, the Council has granted young Anakin Skywalker the rank of Master...