It was cold, dry and snowing all around obi wan Kenobi. 'Why did I have to be assigned to Hoth, why couldn't it be some place with average temperatures for a change?'
As he walked to the checkpoint he could barely make out the silhouette of his padawan Anakin. 'Damn Jedi funding, can't ever get a decent pair of goggles, always the cracked ones.' Plus from the cold it was making the fucking lenses fog and ice began to form on them blocking his impaired vision even more. 'Why Hoth?'
Obi wan's legs started to ache from walking at least 22 miles with no breaks. He stopped for a second feeling a cramp take hold in his left calf. This day just couldn't get any worse. Anakin looked back at obi wan, or at least Obi wan thought he did, damn goggles, and walked closer.
"Everything alright Master?" Anakin's voice was somewhat muffled by his face mask that kept his gorgeous face from the storm's wrath.
"Yeah, just a cramp nothing to worry about," Obi wan muttered and walked quickly passed Anakin to show him that he was fine.
"This is one of the worst missions ever Master." His padawan stated clearly aggravated.
"It's not in my top ten 'wonderful' missions though. That time to Dantooine with the –
"That wasn't my fault! It… was thaa…that bounty hunter could have…" Anakin stammered. Obi wan could feel the embarrassment and denial radiating off his padawan.
"Ha…its ok Anakin I believe you but you could have refrained from almost stabbing me in the leg though. That would have been a very difficult thing to explain to the council, you know." Obi wan shook his head laughing.
After about 30 minutes of walking through knee high snow the team finally made it to their destination. In the middle of no where, in the side of a glacier/cliff was a secret Jedi base for research and development.
"Master why is every research base in the most sith of all places?" Anakin started to strip off his outer gear. He was glad to finally be rid of the extra clothing that made his movements sluggish and uncomfortable.
"Thank the force we're here." Obi wan sighed after ridding himself of the tacky gear.
"I hate snow gear, too much clothing for my taste and too hot." Anakin complained for the thousandth time that day.
Obi wan sighed again. "Then you could have taken some of it off."
"Then it would be too cold." Anakin complained like a five year old.
"Well, I'm sorry Padawan but if you hadn't crashed the ship, again I might add, and then we would have been here in half the time and would have never been in these "distasteful, sweaty straight jackets" as you like to say." He grinned at his partner mischievously.
"Hay, that wasn't my fault." Anakin blushed a little in anger and denial.
"Oh, then I suppose it was the ship's fault again." Obi wan stated flatly giving Anakin a look.
"No,"
Obi wan raised his eyebrow. "Well, it wasn't my fault I wasn't anywhere near the controls."
"I know that and I wasn't going to even suggest that."
Obi wan was truthfully confused.
"It was the Council's fundings fault." Anakin grinned.