Another cold, windy day, thought Lt. Iresso. Just another day in paradise. He sighed, wishing he was back …anywhere, really. He looked across the room at the gathered troops there, milling around and wondering if there would ever be any sun on this frozen hell. He hated to tell them this is as good as it gets around here. As if the cold weren't enough to deal with, he'd just received word that a Jedi master was on her way to talk to him. What use could she possibly be here? Probably the council just sent someone on a diplomatic goose chase, he thought.
He heard the elevator descending, and glanced around to make sure there wasn't anything amiss in the briefing room, then turned just as the Jedi and her bodyguard made their way through the door. At first glance, he saw exactly what he expected to see—typical brown hooded robe, hands hidden in her sleeves, lightsaber hilt on her belt. The Transdoshan stopped her with an outstretched arm, and made a cursory sweep around the room before nodding and following her. When she was a few steps from him, she stopped but kept her gaze down.
"Lieutenant, my name is Magdalane Chantalle. I am with the Jedi order, and have been sent to assist you and your troops," she stated in a soothing voice.
He barely heard her speak, as he was preoccupied with the feeling of warmth and calm she radiated over him. He'd been around Jedi before, but this was the first time he'd actually felt the air around him change. He could see a golden glow around her body, and had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her. He glanced quickly at his troops, and saw that they were staring at her as well.
"Welcome, Master Jedi. I hope you have had a chance to secure quarters here, I believe the shuttle service has been suspended due to weather," he stated, wishing she would look up so that he could see her face. He led her over to the desk, and motioned her to sit.
"We require little, Lieutenant. Qyzen, I'm sure I'll be perfectly safe here. Go and make arrangements for us," she said, and Iresso noted a smile in her voice. "I know weather conditions are harsh here, does it affect the missions?" she asked.
He sighed, "More often than not, Master Jedi. I've just send a recon unit out to scout for Imperial activity, but with this ice falling, we may not get any communications through. We also have two units doing repairs to the heating. These troops have been briefed and are on their way to replace forward units." He nodded to the team leader and the room emptied, all of the men casting appreciative glances at the Jedi seated across from him.
When the troops were gone, and the room was empty save the two of them, Magdalane finally lifted her head to look at him. When she lowered her hood, and the full force of those emerald green eyes hit his, he felt it like a punch to the gut. Her silver hair shone in the glow around her, and thought that maybe the cold had finally gotten to him, and he was seeing some sort of vision. His heart beat hard and he realized he was holding his breath. Is this some kind of Jedi mind trick? he thought. He couldn't look away no matter how hard he tried to break the eye contact.
Magdalane spoke softly, with a slight smile, "I am looking forward to working with you, Felix Iresso. I will go now. You can contact me by holo if something comes up sooner than the morning." She held her gloved hand out to him, and he managed to find his wits enough to shake it. He felt the longing to touch her again grow with every step she took away. When she entered the elevator, he sank into his chair in a daze. Oh damn, Felix, you're in trouble for sure now, he thought. He sat there for a good time, thinking about the events of this morning and wondering how he could have fallen so quickly and surely, and how to get over this. Jedi didn't have relationships, right? He put his head down on his desk and tried to get those green eyes out of his mind.