𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈

Five

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Fett and I sat in the cockpit in uncomfortable silence. The only sound I could hear was the faint rumble of Slave 1 as it steered through hyperspace. The rest was quiet. We hadn't spoken to each other since the mission started.

He appeared to be focused on flying, though Slave 1 seemed to handle herself. I, on the other hand, tilted my head back against the co-pilot seat, desperate for some sleep. I had spent the night tossing and turning- my mind was unable to rest.

But now that I was here, with Fett, I could feel my eyelids beginning to grow heavy. I felt safe. I don't think it would be too bad if I just drifted off... we weren't even on the planet yet.

"Jade."

I shuffled slightly, "Hm?"

"Wake up." His voice was so stern that it practically scared me from the depths of sleep.

My eyes spurred open swiftly and I nearly stumbled from my seat. I looked around worriedly, assuming that we had been attacked or the ship was breaking. Instead, I found Boba Fett, simply standing over me, his shaded mask turned down in disappointment. "No sleeping on the job."

The Mandalorian then marched away, his large frame strutting down the hatch. The sound of his boots faded as he reached the entryway of his ship. But all I noticed was how he held his rifle in his hands: secure and prepared.

I followed him instantaneously, knowing if I made another wrong move, he would have my head. I jogged to meet him at the door, envious of his long strides. When I got to his side, he pushed a mangled cloth into my hands. "You'll need this," He grumbled, "It's cold."

Now that I could see it better, the cloth he gave me was a coat. I frowned at him, "Where are we?"

"Ilum. The Unknown Regions." Slave 1's hatch dropped slowly, revealing the surface of this planet. We were soon hit by the biting, cold breaths of snowy winds. An army of snowflakes was whipped through the air, blinding me in a flurry of silver frost.

I hurriedly fixed the coat onto my shoulders, drawing up the mantha-hair-covered hood to shelter the back of my head. I then dug my hands into its pockets, trying my best to hide my shiver. It felt warmer but it certainly wasn't enough.

Fett, with an amused voice, spoke, "This won't take long." He proceeded to clamber down the ship, calmly stepping into the winter fray. I chased after him, less elegantly.

The world was encased in ice. Like a frame trapping a picture, it sat over the ground, covering its contents underneath in dangerous nature. Thousands of bits of snow sailed through the blue sky. The wind nipped at anything it could, creating a freezing storm at its fingertips. There was a snowy blur before my eyes and I couldn't see through it.

I glanced over at Fett, who was adequately equipped with his helmet and armor. "Why are we here?" I had to scream over the noise of the zephyr.

"You'll see," Was all he replied with.

Irritated, I shouted back, "I don't have a weapon!" I could've brought Sela's revolver with me though I doubted it would survive on the ride over here. Piece of junk.

Fett grumbled, drawing the pistol from his holster. He tossed it to me, "Don't lose it."

Just as we walked further, a forest came into view. It was tall and dark; the trees stood like painted shadows against the white snow. We wandered in, the storm ceasing to a halt as it could not reach between the trees. I relaxed slightly, relieved that we were out of the snowstorm's harming hands.