The next day, Amir stepped sleepily out of his ship, only to be greeted by BD-4 running up beside him and projecting a holographic message.
"Listen to me, Amir!" came Han Solo's face, flickering into view. "I still can't believe what you said turned out to be true! I—I really saw Qi'ra."
His eyes lit up with excitement, his expression bursting with joy.
"Thank you, my friend. Also, I've found a lead. Now we just need to get a ship. That bastard Mando ditched me and took the money—can you believe that?"
"I was gonna ask you to join me, but… I know you've got your own stuff to deal with."
"I'm heading out now, Amir. Once I wrap this up, I'll pay you back. Just wait for my good news."
The message cut out. Amir clicked his tongue.
"Tell him to enjoy his honeymoon while it lasts, BD-4."
Chances were, it'd be his last honeymoon.
Wolfe had also sent a message. He still hadn't decided where to go. Tatooine had its merits, but it was too chaotic—not what he was looking for. He said he'd reach out again once he'd made up his mind.
Lango had given him some refined ore, so Wolfe at least had enough credits to live comfortably for now.
Amir stopped by the cabin to say goodbye to Obi-Wan.
He'd learned much over the past few days—but peace was a luxury, and the mission Ahsoka had given him couldn't wait any longer.
Boarding the Voyager, Amir powered up the ship and took off once more.
This time, BD-4 came with him. The cockpit no longer felt so lonely. Unfortunately, the little droid was useless when it came to piloting.
Strapped into the co-pilot seat, BD-4 watched Amir's every move.
Amir set the coordinates and pulled the hyperspace lever. The Voyager disappeared into the stars.
Their destination: a planet on the far edge of the Outer Rim—Hoth.
"I'll need to wear something thicker, BD-4."
"Beep-beep-zzt—!"
"You? What clothes would you need? I'll swap out your lubricants for a low-freezing-point blend."
"Beep-beep-beep!"
"What wiring? Cold just makes you more awake."
After some time in hyperspace, the ship exited early—they couldn't drop directly into Hoth's orbit.
The system was riddled with dense asteroid fields. A direct hyperspace entry could easily result in catastrophic collision.
Legend had it that billions of years ago, two rocky planets collided here, annihilating both worlds and leaving behind the origins of the asteroid belt.
Even now, remnants of those shattered planets continued to drift and collide.
Worse still, the belts were rumored to harbor deadly space-dwelling creatures. In a weightless, radiation-filled vacuum, almost anything could exist.
Ahsoka had once told him about a legend—of a massive space slug lurking within the Hoth belt. Said to be as large as a small moon, it camouflaged itself among the asteroid debris, waiting to devour passing ships.
"We're going around."
There were too many risks. The idea of some hulking worm lurking out there gave Amir chills. Better to spend more time and find a safer entry point.
Hoth's extreme environment was barely survivable for most galactic species. Even during the day, temperatures averaged -30°C, dropping to -60°C or lower at night.
Sleeping outside would mean freezing into a literal block of ice.
Only the planet's native life forms, equipped with thick fur and dense fat layers, could manage to survive here.
With the asteroid field and extreme cold, the planet was practically uninhabited—few dared come here.
Very few knew of any safe routes in. Ahsoka had found one by chance during her own travels.
Now Amir had to find it himself.
After hours of careful navigation, Amir finally brought the Voyager to the outer edge of the asteroid belt. The rocks here were small—fragments really—but in space, that made them more dangerous.
Tiny, high-speed debris could shred a ship's shields and tear whole sections off its hull.
If one of them pierced the reactor, the vessel would be gone in an instant.
Larger asteroids, by contrast, could be detected and avoided early.
Already, Amir had seen the wreckage of several ships embedded in the drifting rubble.
Finally clear of the most dangerous zone, Amir began his descent toward the planet, now clearly visible: a silver-white sphere against the void.
Even here, smaller bits of rock occasionally zipped past the hull.
As he drew closer, Amir spotted a boulder larger than the Voyager hurtling toward the atmosphere—burning red as it became a meteor and crashed toward the snowy surface below.
Tempted to make a wish, Amir instead focused on the coordinates Ahsoka had provided.
The bluish daylight made the snowy expanse glow with brightness.
He steered toward Hoth's equator, where a jagged fissure soon appeared—a deep gash in the ice, plunging hundreds of meters into the ground, so dark it was impossible to see the bottom.
His destination was a mountain beside this very chasm.
"Good thing this ship has a solid insulation system," Amir muttered, shivering just from looking outside.
"Beep-beep!" BD-4 chirped—he'd spotted something.
Following his droid's signal, Amir saw the outline of a snow-covered mountain on the horizon.
"There—let's land there."
A flat ridge of snow near the mountain stood out, with faint marks of previous activity—signs a ship had once landed there.
Given the continuous snowfall, these marks had to be recent.
Almost certainly Ahsoka's.
Landing in the same spot, Amir went to his cabin and pulled out a brand-new dark thermal coat, lined with premium animal fur.
He also put on matching pants, snow boots, and a thick woolen cap that covered his ears.
Fully geared up, he slung his backpack over his shoulders. BD-4 gripped one of the straps, and once they were both ready, Amir lowered the ramp and stepped outside.
A blast of freezing air hit him in the face.
"Damn, it's cold! How're you holding up, BD-4?" Amir asked, already feeling the harsh bite of the environment on his exposed skin.
"Beep-beep!" the droid responded cheerfully, seemingly unfazed.
The heavy clothes made Amir a bit sluggish, but it didn't hinder his movements too much.
He had asked a shopkeeper on Tatooine to source these clothes from other worlds—heavy insulation like this was hard to find locally.
He'd even paid extra for lighter, high-performance fabrics, so he wouldn't be too bulky.
At least he could move freely.
In the galaxy, you had to be prepared for everything—one day you might be in a scorching desert, the next in a frozen wasteland, and then maybe a warm jungle world.
Unless, of course, you had a temperature-regulating suit of armor.
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