Jedi: The New Order

The Survivor Meets the Prey

The cold tundra of Hoth cloaks all who travel within it, from the naked eye. Visibility is not much further than likely 40 feet, if even that. Anything that could traditionally be heard in a desert like this is basked by the heavy snow and winds. A metallic smell fills the nostrils of anyone in the blizzard, the smell of cold being as such. Amidst the blizzard trudges along a lonely figure, living on his own for half of his life, he has survived to the ripe age of 14 years old.
The boy is bundled in layers of warm clothes, his body and face enshrouded entirely from view. The drags along through the snow, and it is clear to see he drags behind him a brown sack with long, thick string- inside the bag, is the stripped remains of a wild animal. This is soon to be his food for the night, and likely for the next few days, as he does not require that much food per day. He looks toward the wind, seeing no sign of sky overhead, and can already tell that there won't be a clearing for at least a few days yet. He faces forward again, continuing forth through the unforgiving batter of the snowstorm, for a half hour more until he sees a silhouette in the snow. Then another, followed by two more. Surely they couldn't be other people, likely wildlife... Right? But they do seem to be running this way...
"Help! Please help us!" The silhouettes scream, almost inaudible with the storm and how far away they are. The boy notices now that one of the silhouettes seems larger than the others, making that five figures off in the distance- if his assumption is correct, about the larger silhouette. He switches the rope to his left hand, and reaches under his layers to his back, where he grabs a handle and unsheathes a Vibroblade. With the slide of a switch, the Vibroblade begins to glow a dull yellow, noticeable enough.
"They've got a lightsaber, do you think it could it be a Jedi?" One of the figures shouts, acknowledging the Vibroblade. Through the flurry of snowfall, it's easy to understand how it could appear to look like one of the legendary lightsabers, a weapon only the Empire is known to have access to anymore.
"Please help us! We have injured!" Another silhouette shouts, all of the shadows growing larger and starting to show color through the snow flurry. The boy softens at hearing this, deactivating his Vibroblade and sheathing it to his back once more. He waves the shadows toward him, and pulls the sack once again, moving forward with more of a purpose this time, although his composure remains the same. Finally the figures start to come into focus: a boy, no more than 15, helping another boy around 15, drag a girl around the age of 11, bringing the boy's count up to six rather than five. Then comes into sight a girl, probably about 12, and finally a young woman around the age of 17.
"Thank you, thank you so much- where are you going? Can you help us? Please?" The 12 year old pesters the boy with questions, jumping in front of him with buckets of energy. Her hair is a fiery red, but right now it looks almost black, what with being drenched from the snow. Her skin is a fair tan, with freckles littering all over her body most likely, and a gentle little figure beneath a shrewd of thin layers. She can't possibly be warm, but the excitement of finding help has numbed her to the cold
"Follow me, stay close," the boy responds simply, his eyes averting from the girl to the others, then back to the storm ahead. As he drags the sack, he can hear five of the six of them carrying on with small chatter, the sixth one seeming to be silent for the time being. Could she be unconscious? What brought these children together, and what could have caused their injuries? There's a thump behind him, followed by a young yelp from one of the girls. He turns around to see the 12 year old picking up a ball that fell in the snow- but this is no normal ball, rather it seems to be a deactivated droid.
"We appreciate what you're doing for us, there's nothing in the universe we could give you that would pay our thanks enough," the 17 year old comes up to the boy, patting his left shoulder to get his attention. "Do you want me to take that?" She asks, only now noticing the size similarity between them; the boy is around six foot, and she's about five foot 10, but his structure is much sturdier than hers.
"I have it," he responds bluntly, turning away from her and back to the endeavor. She looks to the others, who seem to be confused, but she shrugs and continues to follow.
"My name is Belleria, but everyone calls me Bell," she introduces herself, walking beside the boy and holding her body tightly to preserve warmth. "What's your name, then?" Bell asks, arching an eyebrow at the mysterious boy. "Do you, er... Have one, I should ask?"
The boy pauses for a second, still trudging forward, before clearing his throat. "Xander," he answers, stopping and hoisting the sack onto his shoulder now. "My home is there, come inside," Xander leads his stragglers through the last few feet of blindness and into a large hut, constructed of ice, stone, and wood. Inside the home there is fire, and makeshift furniture, everything necessary to make a home for one.
"It's... Cozy," one of the boys murmurs, shifting the weight of the 11 year old entirely into his arms now, so they can fit through the doorway.
"I wouldn't complain if I were you, at least it's warmer than out there," the other. It laughs, and all is well.