White. All white. White as far as the eye could see, but nobody could really know how far they could see with the white landscape blending perfectly with the cloud cover. Could be five feet, could be five miles.
However, punctuating the unpigmented landscape were two objects, a black YT-1300 and a man, wearing a black cloak and black gaiter, looking out across the landscape. A black-gloved hand extended from underneath the cloak holding a communicator, the user putting it to his mouth, "Full sweep, target is a temple, highlight any movement."
Shakara pulled his hand back into his cloak, and shivered as a small fleet of seeker droids exited the YT and flew off in all directions. Shakara turned to walk back to his ship, but suddenly stopped, slowly turning to look to the sky, a small smirk crossing his lips under the gaiter, "Sis kash lig kia itik zo lot vel naugast."
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