~ [i]Low Hoth Orbit[/i] ~

Aisa ran her fingers across the control console on her green-and-gold Stinger and brought the engines up to half capacity, letting the gravitational field of Hoth do the rest. She grasped both of her hands around the control columns as she guided the through the atmosphere. The small ship paroxysmally quaked as it shot through the upper and then lower layers of Hoth's atmosphere and into a blizzard. Aisa struggled with the controls single-handedly as she activated her navigational sensors to aid her in flying blind in the vicious snowstorm. Finally the sensors hummed to life and Aisa let out her breath as she took full control of the sleek ship once more. The cockpit lit up as the navicomputer projected a flight path towards the beacon through the near-perfectly white storm. 

The Mirialan Jedi weaved her craft through peaks and canyons, guided only by the red line projected onto the cockpit transparisteel and the Force. Reaching out with her senses, Aisa felt her way through the snow and sleet that pounded the ship with only the Force. But at the same time she felt something else... a shadow over the planet, distracting her from her flying. Her eyes shot open and she resumed manual flying. The soft beeping of the Navicomputer increased in speed, indicating her nearing to the origin of the beacon. She cut the engines down to 30% and circled the area, searching for a landing site, tilting the craft for a better view. Fortunately, closer to the ground, the storm had mostly broken up or it was likely she would be trying to land blind. 

Aisa brought the ship down in a small valley north of where the beacon- and her friend- supposedly lay. Even sitting in her cockpit, it was cold. Each breath brought a puff of air out into the small space. She took a moment to center herself and focus her mental energy. There was still a shadow hanging over the plane. At least that's what it felt like. Something was clouding her senses. Was it something about Hoth? Was it related to the artifact Eva had come here to retrieve? Or was there something worse... like a Darksider? Aisa shook her head clear. There was only one way to find out. She tapped the button that opened the canopy and climbed out. 

It was cold. So cold that any aroma or taste or feeling that Hoth had was overpowered by the bitter, painful cold. Aisa cracked open the supply case that lay behind the pilot seat in the cockpit and put on the parka over her Jedi robe, pulling the brown cloth hood over her head first, followed by the heavier parka hood. She also withdrew a cold weather survival backpack and strapped it on her back before finally pulling her datapad out of the dock in the control console and closing the canopy with the Force. She slapped her hip to make sure her lightsaber was in its place before she tapped on the datapad to make sure she was heading in the right direction. 

"Let's find us a missing Jedi." Aisa declared, to no one in particular. Her old master had a utility droid and after traveling with him for so long, she found herself chatting to it idly. Bad habit. Maybe she should get herself a droid. Although her Stinger was barely big enough for her let, alone a droid. Either way, she should really stop talking to herself.