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.

Obi-Wan glares at Anakin in a joking manner, and Anakin chuckles. "Don't be so anxious, Master. I can sense it in you. We'll be fine, I assure you. We're just spying."

He rolls his eyes at his former padawan and chuckles. "Just spying," he mocks, "Sure. Like that doesn't sound bad enough already."

Anakin shakes his head and presses the button, a swish of air slowly releasing the landing ramp before them. "You volunteered to tag along, Master," chuckles a boasting Anakin, who feels he would've been better off if he were alone. Obi-Wan counteracts his thoughts.

"Admit you're grateful I'm here, though. Imagine if she found you, all by yourself out here on this forsaken planet," he says to Anakin as Anakin exits the ship into the cold.

Obi-Wan stands a safe distance from the still snow as Anakin embraces it, entering the snow and ice they landed on. "Shut the ship behind you, Master," yells Anakin from feet away, although there is no blizzard current - the air is quiet, nonmoving, and suspicious. Other than being extremely cold.

"You have your comlink, I assume?" asks Obi-Wan to the eager Anakin standing in the snow.

"Of course, Master, and it has a long range, too," replies Anakin dutifully. Maybe he would've been alright on his own, Obi-Wan thinks. He's got what he needs. The long range support system was important.

"Good, good. Do us both a favor and contact the Council, let them know we arrived safely," shouts Obi-Wan as he nervously enters the cold, making sure to shut the Starship's door behind him.

Before he knew it, he entered a world of cold - the air might have been still and mysterious, but the air was bitter, his fingertips inside his gloves even freezing by themselves. The bitter air brushed itself up upon his face, though Obi-Wan had facial hair - Anakin had none, just a full head of wavy, dark hair that barely touched his shoulders, enough to keep the back of his neck warm.

Obi-Wan catches up to Anakin, who stands admiring his Starship that was slightly freezing over the metal. The ice cracked up the sides, enveloping the ship in a beautiful, decorated pattern, like that forensic detail of an individual snowflake. Obi-Wan lost his gaze in the ship's surface, but glanced over at Anakin - he was shivering like crazy.

"Anakin, are you all right?" Obi-Wan asks, making sure to sound genuinely worried in case Anakin were to think he was trying to prove his point; Anakin wouldn't have survived out here without Obi-Wan.

"Y - Yes, M-Master. I'm - fine," shakes Anakin, lifting a trembling hand from his enormously thick cloak to reveal his larger comlink. He brings it to his face and is able to breathe into it, "Master W-Windu, d-do you copy?"

No response. Anakin turned to Obi-Wan with all his strength, and Obi-Wan merely shrugged. Anakin opens a section of his cloak to put the comlink away, but a shrill second's sound of static alarms him, delaying his task of putting it away.

Obi-Wan reaches over and snatches the device from Anakin's grip, ordering him to keep warm while he tried connecting to the Council. Anakin nodded, too cold to speak, and did as told. "Master Windu?" Obi-Wan pleaded into the comlink, hoping someone were to get the signal and respond...

Through broken up static, a familiar voice is recognizable. "Kenobi - " the voice starts, then a few breaks of static separate them from their communication. At last, the final words of a sentence are deemed comprehensive - "Copy? Have - landed - safely?"

Obi-Wan glances at Anakin, who was still struggling to keep warm. Obi-Wan didn't understand how he was able to stay warm so much easier - then he figured it might've been because Anakin grew up on the sand planet in a hot, dry climate - Tatooine.

"Uh, yes - Master Windu, we have landed safely. There's no blizzard" - he starts into the comlink - "and no sign of a Sith base anywhere. No sign of Kyla anywhere, Master. Nothing."

Finally, the static ceases, and his voice is heard clearly, almost as if he were in the same atmosphere, not just planets away. "The Council is glad to hear you and young Skywalker are safe." From behind Obi-Wan, Anakin grimaces to himself at the sound of Master Windu calling him... young. "And there are no signs of life in your perimeter?"

"None at all," replies Obi-Wan, his voice echoing from turning his head every direction, inspecting the area one last time before turning back into the comlink and sighing, "we landed in a relatively... distant area."

"How do you plan on making your way around the planet? To search for any sign of a base?" asks Mace from the comlink. Obi-Wan scratched his beard, seeming puzzled. They clearly hadn't thought this through. How would they cover ground without any form of travel? Could they find a tauntaun?

"We... We will use natives as travel, for instance - tauntauns," Obi-Wan suggests. "If we get any further, have any issues or see anything, we will definitely inform the Council at first chance."

Master Windu sounds pleased. "Thank you, Master Kenobi. And good luck out there, you two," he says, bringing Anakin into the conversation.

Obi-Wan disconnects from the comlink, but it ends in a loud riot of static. He pulls it away from close to him, holding it out a good distance from his face as it was quite loud. When at last, the static ceases, Obi-Wan whirls around, his boots crunching in the white snow, only to have his sights lock on something he never thought he would end up seeing. His heart skipped a beat at the sight, and he jerked back, suddenly brought askew from the sight before him.

Anakin Skywalker had completely collapsed of hypothermia; his pale, frozen body lies on the soft, snowy floor nearly only inches away from Obi-Wan's booted feet.