'Surveillance,' he said crisply to Anakin. 'Drop down.'
It was the only thing to do. There was no cover. They dropped to the ground, their faces in the snow. From above, their white survival gear would blend with the landscape. They heard the whirr of the engines above and stayed perfectly still. The ship was going slowly, tacking over the area in a sweep. Obi-Wan slowed down his breathing and his life processes, a Jedi technique. He knew Anakin would do the same. It would make it difficult for a life-form sensor to pick up their traces. The cold would help them, too.
Obi-Wan didn't think of the cold, or the imminent danger. He let his mind slow as his body processes had. He made himself a blank, just another piece of white against a white background.
The whirr of the engines softened and waned. They waited until they could hear nothing, concentrating so hard that Obi-Wan heard the tiny plink plink of the icy snowflakes hitting the ground beside him.
Anakin rolled over. Ice had caked in his hair. He blinked the snow off his eyelashes. 'I feel like a frozen jujasickle.'
'You look like one, too. But it's better than being shot at.'
'If you say so.' Anakin stood and dusted the snow off his legs.
'They'll be back. We'd better hurry.' Obi-Wan consulted the map on his datapad. 'We're close. We have to be careful now. We don't want to lead the Vanqors to the outpost.'
'Let's hope they don't find the — '
A loud explosion suddenly sounded. Obi-Wan and Anakin turned back the way they had come. Obi-Wan put the electrobinoculars to his eyes. He saw a thin plume of smoke.
'They blew up our ship,' he said.
They didn't need to say out loud what they were thinking. If the ship at the outpost wasn't operable, they could be stuck on the moon for some time. If the outpost was destroyed, they would have no shelter.
They found the strength to move faster. There wasn't much daylight left, and traveling in the darkness would be difficult. At least moving faster kept them warmer. The snow continued to fall and then turned into a blizzard. The falling temperature transformed the flakes into icy pellets that stung their cheeks. Despite his discomfort, Obi-Wan was grateful for the storm. It would hamper the search effort by the Vanqors.
'The shortest route will be over the glaciers,' he yelled over the noise of the storm to Anakin. 'It's also the hardest.'
'Let's do it,' Anakin shouted back. They both knew that the sooner they found shelter, the safer they would be.
The glaciers loomed ahead, tall blocks of ice hundreds of meters thick, some rising up to create mountains of ice. They began to climb upward, using their cable launchers to haul themselves directly up the sheer face of the ice. Despite their thermal gloves, their fingers felt frozen. It was hard to grab the cable and find purchase on the ice. Obi-Wan saw the effort and strain on his Padawan's face, and he felt it in his own body as he pushed forward, every meter a battle now.
After several hours of hard climbing, they were close to the coordinates of the outpost. The climbing was more gradual now, and they were able to move faster. The darkness grew around them.
Obi-Wan checked the coordinates. 'The outpost should be right here.'
He squinted ahead in the now-gloomy light. He saw nothing, just the same blank whiteness that they'd been traveling in since they'd started.
Had his eyesight been affected? He checked the coordinates again.
'I know where it is,' Anakin said suddenly, striding forward.
Obi-Wan followed him. He relied on coordinates. Anakin relied on his perceptions. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it.
Ahead, what at first appeared to be a sheer ice cliff was really the wall of the outpost. Obi-Wan could now see that ice had completely covered the structure, which was made of a thick white material able to withstand extreme cold without cracking.
There seemed to be no entry, and no way to alert anyone inside that they were there. Anakin pounded on the wall. There was no response.
Now that they were standing still, the wind and cold cut into them, insinuating cold fingers inside their clothes. Obi-Wan wondered if they would have to set up camp and try again in the morning.
Just then the ice began to groan. A door slowly eased open, pushing against the ice that caked it. It stopped halfway.
A slender human woman stood, her hands on a blaster pointed at them.
'We are Jedi, sent by Typha-Dor,' Obi-Wan said. 'You must be Shalini.'
He had studied the text docs of the crew during the journey from the Temple. Shalini was the crew leader. Her husband, Mezdec, was the communications officer.
Slowly, the blaster lowered. Shalini's silvery eyes sent them a sharp glance. 'So our leaders have remembered we exist.'
'They could not reach you. Your comm unit is down.'
'I'm aware of that. It's been down for over a month. Glad they decided to check on us.' She stood aside. 'Come in.'
Obi-Wan ducked his head to get through the doorway. They stood at the entrance to a small room. The lights were at half power. A weapons rack stood to one side. On the other was a console with surveillance and data equipment. Another console was near the doorway. Obi-Wan noted that it was damaged, with scorch marks indicating close blaster fire. Positioned around the room were four other crew members, all with blasters pointed
