THE FROZEN FORCE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL (CONTINUED)

Chapter: 38 Night of the Wampa: Part II

"Survival brings out one's true nature."

Search and rescue gone wrong! Jedi Master Yelena and her Padawan Elsa Dellian responded to a senator's distress signal. Accompanied by the 213th Clone Battalion, they began their long and grueling search over the desolate world of Hoth. But harsh winds and unforgiving temperatures were the least of their problems. Upon reaching a damaged starship, the unit was attacked by a savage pack of wampas. Casualties were catastrophic and many including Elsa were taken. Now while the 213th's Commander Frost rushes to save the Padawan, Yelena finds herself alone with the survivors of the attack...

Hoth's blizzard diminished and its snowfall coated those mauled in the wampa attack. Abandoned comlinks blipped while the same voice crackled across all of them. "This is Admiral Taka to the 213th. Is anyone there? Commander Frost? General Yelena? Commander Dellian? Anyone! Please respond!" The same blizzard which had struck the 213th below the summit was circling back towards their gunships. While there was some interference, Admiral Taka's words reached the flight crew.

One of the clone pilots sat up from his seat to respond. "This is LAAT-8," he said. "Go ahead, admiral."

"I've lost complete contact with the battalion on the ground," she replied. "An emergency rally was called and weapons were fired. Do you have any visual on the unit?"

The pilot leaned forward and peered through his viewport. "Nothing from this end. What about you?" he hollered to his copilot in the cockpit above him.

"This whiteout's too thick to get a visual," the copilot replied. "But I'm picking up some movement on the scanner. Could be them now."

"We've got it too," LAAT-9's pilot called in. "Might be the unit but I can't confirm with a visual."

LAAT-8's pilot huffed and rose from his seat. "Pop the hatch," he told his partner. "I'm gonna have a look for myself." He stretched out his legs on the vacant deckplate and basked in the ensuing breeze. As the gunship's hatch opened, a daunting snarl sounded amidst the winds. A grizzly wampa's face reflected across the pilot's visor and his fists unclenched. "Take off," he uttered.

"What?" The co-pilot scoffed. "In this storm? Why-" He froze after seeing what his partner was staring down.

Realizing any sudden movement could mean certain doom, the pilot cautiously raised his forearm. The wampa took a monstrous step forward and he hurriedly activated his comlink. "All pilots take off now!" was all he could yell before the beast struck him.

The co-pilot rushed to get to the main cockpit and powered up the engines. As he did so, he could hear the screams of his partner being clawed. "Come on! Come on!" he panicked and powered up the emergency thrusters. The gunship was about to lift when he realized the pilot had stopped screaming. He reached back to shift repulsor gears and instead touched fur. The co-pilot's heart skipped a beat when bloodied saliva splattered onto his armor. He slowly turned around to see the wampa had squeezed its way towards the cockpit. He yelled as the creature pulled him out of his seat with one brutal swipe.

"Go! Go!" LAAT-9's co-pilot warned. He and his pilot rushed to get airborne by computing away at their dashboards. When the copilot was finished, he looked up to see a wampa's growling face directly on his viewport. Using its curved horns, it rammed through the glass and chomped on the co-pilot's neck. With the viewport breached, LAAT-9's remaining crew member could barely hold on while the wampa entered his craft.

LAAT-7 was able to get airborne...with two wampas clinging to its wings. "I can't shake them!" the pilot grunted and yanked at the controls. While one of the creatures clawed at the ship's hull, the other tumbled back into the snow. With a wild turn, the pilot was able to send the remaining wampa flying. "We made it," he sighed. Just as he leveled out, the whiteout cleared before him and revealed a mountain. "No!" he shouted before crashing into its jagged face.

The collision echoed across the plains and reached those below the summit. Senator Veritaz's downed ship served as both Yelena's shelter and prison. She tried to center herself through meditation while Rip and Doubles descended into madness.

"Did you hear that blast?" Doubles asked while cautiously peering outside. "What do you think it was?"

"I don't see a thing," Rip uttered while pacing down the ship's corridor.

"Maybe it's the gunships searching for us and taking out those monsters."

"They can't fly in this storm," Rip scoffed. His already high-pitched voice escalated with his angst. "They'd be dead. Just like how everyone else is."

"We don't know that," Doubles assured.

"Open your eyes!" Rip snapped. "They're gone, brother! The commanders, artillery, Quad, everyone. Those horned things grabbed them and ate them. And they'll eat us too if we go anywhere but here."

"But what if the beasts return?" Doubles considered. "I don't know if the three of us can withstand another attack."

"More like the two of us," Rip grumbled and gestured to Yelena. "I think grandma's sleeping or something. It's you and me, Doubles. We-" A heavy grinding had both clones slowly turning their heads towards the entryway. They cautiously peered out to see the fiery, battered remains of LAAT-7 come rolling down the mountainside.

Doubles stumbled back and pointed a trembling finger. "Is that-"

"Yep," Rip relented.

"But they-"

"Nope."

"How could-"

"I always knew this is how it would go," Rip sighed. "Ever since you stole my lunch when we were kids on Kamino, I knew we'd be the last ones left. We'll either die blasters blazing, or wither away stranded here. If it's the latter, I'm eating you first."

"What?" Doubles snapped.

"You have more muscle," Rip insisted. "I'll need that protein to stay alive and catalog all of my regrets. I might as well start now."

"You can't eat me if I eat you first!" Doubles barked.

"Not now," Rip silenced him. "I'm busy regretting. Damn, I never even got to go on a date."

Doubles shoved him. "We're stranded in an icy wasteland and you're thinking about whose holo number you didn't get? Tell me this isn't happening!" Doubles hyperventilated and tugged at the insulated flaps on his helmet. "I need to take this damn thing off! Get me out of here!"

"And so insanity sets in," Rip monologued dramatically. "It's only fitting before the creatures return to-"

"SILENCE!" Yelena bellowed and both clones flinched. The Jedi rose from her meditative stance with clenched fists and an angry glare. "I can't even hear myself think with your incessant chattering. "I thought you clones were conditioned to resist combat stress!"

"Doesn't mean we can't get scared," Doubles retorted and gestured to Rip. "As for this maniac, the Kaminoans said he had a leak in his vat during incubation."

"Well that's what gave me my sense of humor," Rip jeered. "Someone has to have one."

"Zip it!" Yelena snapped. "You boys are going to get it together this instant." She caught herself losing her temper and took a deep breath.

"I thought Jedi weren't supposed to get angry," Rip muttered.

"They don't often," Yelena relented. "I'm just-" she huffed. "Damn it, I'm scared too."

"Well what are you scolding us for then!" Rip growled until Doubles smacked him over the helmet.

"Just give her a second," he asserted and Yelena continued.

"I don't know much about wampas, but I do know that whoever wasn't killed here will be feasted on later. Wampas store their prey for future consumption."

"So we just gave them full course meals for months," Rip grumbled.

"Those creatures took my Padawan and the other clones," Yelena said. "Yes I'm scared, but being brave is all about being terrified and going forth anyway. In truth, there's still time. I know it's scary and dangerous, but our companions are still alive. We can still save them."

Rip nudged Doubles and scoffed. "She's joking, right? Tell me she's joking. Those things snuck up out of nowhere and ravaged the whole unit! There's only three of us left against who knows how many."

"Soldier," Yelena intoned. "You swore to protect this Republic with your life. As far as I'm concerned, this operation is no longer about the senator. This is about our unit...your fellow clones."

"Brothers, general." Doubles insisted. "We call them brothers."

"Very well," Yelena sighed. "Then do this for your brothers. Because if you had been taken, you'd want them to do the same." While Doubles and Rip debated over what to do, Yelena finally answered her comlink. "Admiral Taka?" she inquired.

"General Yelena. Thank the stars," the admiral replied. "What's going on down there? I've lost contact with most of the 213th including the gunships."

"We've run into some complications with Hoth's wildlife. Wampas to be specific. A pack's taken many of the troops and my Padawan, but we're going to embark on a rescue."

"With all due respect," Taka added. "Those men are as much your responsibility as they are mine. I'm sending reinforcements to assist."

"Hold off on that order," Yelena said. "I've seen firsthand what these wampas are capable of. Combined with these ferocious winds, we'd only be putting more troops at risk. Stand by for extraction, but my troops and I will take on the rescue."

"I trust your judgement, general." Taka replied. "I'll be waiting, but do be careful down there."

Rip approached as Yelena ended the transmission. "Did you happen to leave out that your troops consist of two people?" he griped.

"Numbers aren't always everything," Yelena affirmed. "Check your weapons and prepare to move out."

"Yes, general." Doubles saluted and readied his heavy blaster cannon.

"We're about to give these wampas another set of breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Rip grieved while inspecting his flamethrower. "What's your plan anyway?"

Yelena cautiously departed from the ramp and scavenged a blaster from the snow. "During the attack, I saw Commander Frost chase after Elsa. While his tracks are gone, I noticed he ran east of this crashed wing." She separated the motion tracker from the blaster and clipped it to her lightsaber. "We'll start our search that way and if anything comes-" Yelena sparked up her saber and observed its bright blue beam. "-we'll be ready for it."

While the HT-77 cold assault armor was meant to insulate its wearer, it also tired them out sooner. Frost was sweating profusely beneath his thick, plastoid layers while trying to keep up with the wampa. It'd become a furry blur in the mist as he sprinted across the glacial plains. "Come on," he huffed beneath his helmet. "Don't give up!" he willed his aching legs to push through the rising snowfall. Frost ascended the nearby slope to find the wampa he was chasing had vanished. "No," he uttered and dropped to his knees. Enraged, he furiously swatted a chunk of snow across the hilltop. The ensuing thump was both peculiar and intriguing as Frost crawled over. The slope's lower half was comprised of a smooth layer of glazed ice. A series of dreadful roars echoed from within several cave entrances. "Oh karabast," Frost cursed.

He discreetly descended towards the caves and noticed something metallic in the darkness. He knelt into the snow and retrieved a cylindrical capsule. Jedi food pellets, he deduced. Must've fallen off her belt. He eyed the cave which they were nearest to and boldly entered. When things weren't eerily silent, the distant roars were difficult to place. Frost feared the beep from his motion tracker would give his position away and kept it turned off.

A colossal stomp sent Frost diving behind a natural ice pillar. When he thought it was safe, Frost peeked from cover and caught a glimpse of Elsa's platinum blonde tresses. They were dragged around the corner and left the commander to formulate a plan. Alright, he thought and peered at his blaster. DC-15's all loaded up. Over four-hundred shots on back up. But how many can those things take? How many will come running if I shoot? What about stun blasts? I've got to make this count. I-

"Commander Frost," Yelena called on his comlink. "Do you read?"

Frost gasped upon realizing he'd forgotten to switch off comms. Yelena's voice brayed across the icy cavern and a fearsome snarl responded. A shadow loomed from around the corner and stomped ever closer. As Frost shut his comlink off, he steadied the nervous grip on his blaster. The wampa approached while Frost weighed his options. Realizing he no longer possessed the element of surprise, he tried an alternative tactic. Frost holstered his rifle and went limp on the floor.

While the commander's heart raced, he remained absolutely still as the wampa stomped over. He was grateful that wearing a helmet meant he didn't have to fake any deceased facial expression. His body stiffened when the creature sniffed across it. A set of claws plucked Elsa's food capsule and tossed it across the cavern. Suddenly, Frost found himself being dragged just as Elsa had been. He remained as limp as a child's doll while the creature hauled him away. The tunnel widened and Frost found himself being hoisted up by the legs. He swayed back and forth while the wampa breathed warmly over his feet. The icy ceiling melted where it had breathed and Frost soon felt the wampa's rugged tongue slobbering over his ankles. Its gunky, sticky saliva coated his feet until they quickly froze to the ceiling. Once Frost was suspended upside down, the wampa departed after hearing a roar.

With the beast gone, Frost was both shocked and relieved to see who was hanging across from him. Elsa was also upside down by similar, disgusting methods. Still unconscious from the attack, her arms swayed below her torpid face. Frost checked his surroundings to make sure they were alone. With only the skeletal remains of a tauntaun in sight, he tried sharply whispering. "Elsa?" he called. "Elsa! Come on, wake up!" He shook his head when she didn't stir. He could feel the blood rushing to his head and imagined her in a similar condition. Feeling like he had to take matters into his own hands, Frost tried to break free of his restraints. Unfortunately, even if he could break the ice, his bulky uniform prevented him from bending over and reaching his feet. Still, the persistent commander tried until overexertion sent his rifle slipping out of his back holster. The weapon clattered against the ice and its reverberation had Frost cringing. There was a brief silence before a wampa's growl responded. "Not good," Frost muttered.

Luckily, the sharp impact of his weapon on ice also caused Elsa to stir. She awakened in a groggy and achy stupor. "Frost?" she groaned. "What-...where am-" Her dizzied eyes widened when she realized they were upside down. "Wait, how did we-"

Frost raised a finger to his helmet's mouth slit and Elsa took the hint. They remained silent as Frost pointed at their frozen feet. Elsa then followed his finger to the tauntaun remains while sounds of a wampa drew nearer. Elsa worriedly nodded as the duo tried to figure out an escape plan. The Padawan unclipped the lightsaber from her belt. The wampa entered just as she prepared to activate and she was forced to feign unconsciousness. While squinting, Elsa reached out with the Force and concentrated on Frost's blaster.

Now I know how Jack Convore felt hanging upside down, she considered yet continued. Elsa used just enough concentration to roll the blaster across the ground. The wampa's head tilted towards the peculiar phenomenon and it hobbled over to investigate. She pushed the blaster to buy her enough time to cut herself free...or so she thought. While Elsa was about to activate her weapon, the wampa had already dismissed the rogue blaster. It was starting to turn around when Frost chose to scream. He yelled at the top of his lungs to catch all of the creature's attention. While it did work, Elsa was utterly horrified. Time slowed as Elsa came to terms with Frost's choice. She felt she'd failed to protect the 213th after all she'd told them before the mission. Despite her mistakes, Frost was still willing to give his life so that she could have a chance to save herself. She couldn't allow that. She wouldn't.

The wampa roared and lunged towards Frost with its lethal claws. Elsa seized the moment to ignite her lightsaber and run it between her feet. The scorching plasma melted her entrapment and she plummeted into the snowy ground. Battling lightheadedness and acting quickly, Elsa Force-pushed the wampa away from Frost. The lumbering creature stumbled back and she rushed to free her friend. She couldn't make it to his feet before the wampa attacked again. It came for her this time, swiping and chomping as she leapt to evade. Elsa swung her lightsaber as a warning, but the wampa wasn't afraid. Elsa realized if she was to use her blade, she'd be striking to kill. After her failed attempt during the initial attack, animal kinship didn't sound like the best option. Yet regardless of how threatening the creature was, Elsa couldn't bring herself to kill it. She frantically dodged its claws and slid between its legs.

"Elsa!" Frost shouted while suspended. "My blaster!"

"But-"

"Trust me!" he asserted while the wampa charged at her. Elsa nervously Force-pulled the blaster towards Frost. He grabbed it and dizzily aimed at the creature. While Elsa ducked under another attack, Frost set his weapon to stun and fired a blast into the creature's back. While the blue-ringed projectile was designed for smaller targets, it did have a disorienting effect on the wampa. The beast stumbled from side to side while Elsa backed away. Frost fired again and the wampa groaned. Elsa used its daze to attempt a Force connection and stretched out her hand. She tried quieting her mind and focusing on the wampa's sluggish consciousness.

"We mean you no harm," Elsa whispered and willed for the creature to understand. The wampa's struggle lessened and its snarls became murmurs. "That's it...easy now." While maintaining her Force connection, Elsa slowly inched her way towards Frost. "Go in peace," she said calmly while the wampa succumbed to the stun effects. She was going to free Frost when she sensed a disturbance. There was a feral fury rising within the cave even if the wampa appeared subdued. Elsa's connection severed when she spotted a second wampa's reflection in the ice wall. She turned with a gasp as the creature charged towards her.

"No!" Frost yelled. He fired another stun blast into the first wampa and sent it crashing to the floor. Elsa frontflipped from the second and its horns rammed against the wall. The clone switched to laserfire and shot at the ice between his feet. Once he freed himself, he helped Elsa up and shouted, "Run!"

The second wampa dislodged its horns from the wall and gave chase. "This way!" Elsa hollered and pointed towards a narrow crevasse in the ice. She and Frost slid in as the wampa rounded the corner. It sniffed for their scent and clawed its way towards the crevasse. Frost fired a stun blast directly into its face and bought them time to crawl away. The duo followed the confined fissure until they reached a hollowed opening in the ice. Once inside the vacant space, Elsa and Frost collapsed and caught their breath. Their heavy pants echoed throughout the vast and frigid chamber.

"Are you alright?" Frost asked.

"I think so," Elsa huffed. "You?"

"I...smell...awful," he remarked. "The amount of sweat that is trickling beneath this armor is-"

"Is better kept to yourself," Elsa jested. Her smile faded as she considered all that had befallen them. "This is all my fault. I couldn't defend the troops and they were all counting on me."

"You can't save everyone, Elsa." Frost replied. "Especially as a Jedi." She raised a brow and looked to him. "I'm not one of you, but from what I see...you're walking a very fine line. The kind you can't easily come back from if you cross. All life is sacred to you. Whether it's us clones or those beasts. We're here for the senator and they're just eating to survive."

Elsa solemnly nodded. "Exactly, Frost. It's nice to hear someone else get it."

"But I have a duty to protect my brothers," Frost sighed. "And now it becomes dangerous to save them without crossing any lines. How do you do it? How does any Jedi?"

Elsa grimaced. "From what I've seen, I'm not sure how many Jedi view the preservation of life as I do. I used to think there were more, but I'm still learning. I'm just trying to do the best I can with the time I have."

Frost nodded. "As am I. I'm willing to believe the other troopers are all dangling about in these caves as well. I know your master's safe. She tried to reach me, but I don't want to jeopardize her position by calling her back. That's exactly what she did to me."

"You weren't initially captured?" Elsa inquired.

Frost nervously looked away. "When the wampa grabbed you, it was my duty to chase it down and get you back. You're our Jedi Commander and I couldn't let them get you. It's like you said on Rodia, we watch each other's backs."

Elsa grimaced for a moment and recalled speaking with one of the clones.

"What's your name?" she had asked.

"Quad," he had grunted. "I've got your back if you've got mine."

She remembered seeing Quad's corpse in a wampa's jaws and shuttered. As the traumatic memory faded away, she turned to Frost and said, "That we do, commander. The other's are counting on us and I know we can find a way to free them."

"The trick will be finding them first," Frost lamented. "These ice caves seem to stretch on forever. I'd suggest using these crevasses, but the rest of them are much too small for us."

Elsa smirked and removed her backpack. "Maybe for us, but not for my friend." Frost peered over her shoulder as she eagerly removed something metallic from its safety wrappings. "Commander, say hello to Sir Porgen!"

Frost cautiously waved at the tiny droid and said, "Um...hi there." Elsa flipped a switch beneath its durasteel tailfeathers and Porgen's bulbous photoreceptors lit up. The droid's bright, cyan bulbs scanned the area while it mimicked a real porg's squawk. It flapped its wings and waddled while Elsa watched like a proud mother. "Elsa," Frost worried. "Are you sure about this?"

"Sir Porgen's had some faulty test runs," Elsa admitted. "But he might be our best chance at finding the others safely." Elsa withdrew a handheld interface with a staticky screen.

"Wait," Frost realized and pointed to an image of himself. "Is that me?"

Elsa gleefully nodded. "This device will let us see everything Sir Porgen sees." She tapped on the joysticks below the screen. "Plus I can assume control at any time, making him perfect for reconnaissance."

"Has this droid ever been used in the field before?" Frost asked.

Elsa bit her lip but ultimately answered. "Okay, so while this might be his first time on a real mission...I assure you that I've taken all of the necessary precautions. Sir Porgen's ready to help!" Elsa didn't realize that she was so preoccupied with talking to Frost that she'd sent the droid waddling straight into a wall. The porg chirped in alarm and flipped over with both legs flailing. Frost sighed while Elsa nervously started over.

Yelena's blue saber served as a guiding light through Hoth's darkness. Doubles and Rip flanked her sides as they all checked their motion trackers. "It's fine," Rip told himself while swaying his flamethrower through the shadows. "This is fine. Everything's fine. You're fine. I'm fine. Life is good."

"How are you holding up, brother?" Doubles checked in.

"Terrible," Rip answered at the speed of light.

A single beep from Yelena's tracker coaxed the clones into silence. She inched her way towards a ridge and dipped her saber towards a series of caves. "Think we found their home," Yelena said. "But which one to enter?" Her blade illuminated the largest, most daunting cave mouth out of any of them. Jagged icicles jutted from its edges like rows of teeth. The chilling winds howled from the azure abyss within and a wampa's roar followed. Yelena boldly stared into the cave and reached out with the Force. She listened and sensed the turmoil within before taking a step forward. "Men," she said. "We're going in."

"Of course she picks the biggest, scariest one." Rip complained.

"Go big or go home," Doubles affirmed as they followed Yelena in. The cave's tremendous entrance narrowed as they advanced further. Yelena deactivated her lightsaber and the clones reached for the spotlights on their helms.

"No," she whispered. "We're in their home now. We have our trackers and the Force to guide us."

"You're out of your mind," Rip uttered. "There's no we can find anyone through this."

Yelena sighed and came to a stop. "Trooper, grab my shoulder. And you, take his." Rip and Doubles obliged as they formed a human chain. "Now, step slowly and breathe deeply."

While Doubles did as he was told, Rip found it difficult to focus. "This is ridiculous," he muttered.

"Empty your minds," Yelena intoned. "Just be in the moment."

As they shuffled forward, the clones felt a deeper sense of awareness associated with the cave around them. "What's happening to us?" Doubles asked.

"You're connecting to the Force through me," Yelena explained. "Just as it flows through-" She suddenly came to a realization of her own regarding the clones. "-all living things."

"It's calming," Doubles said.

"And freaky," Rip added.

"Just focus," Yelena asserted. "Listen as one and let the Force guide us onward."

The clones' grips tightened as everyone shifted leftward. In time, their motion trackers began to beep. They flashed with enough dots to have the trio hurriedly shutting them off and ducking for cover. The collective growls of countless wampas drew them closer to an icy ledge.

"I'm just gonna put it on for a second," Rip insisted and reached for his spotlight. "So I don't trip." He activated his light, found the ledge, and backed away from it. Rip lifted his head for a moment and his light illuminated a horde of huddled wampas. The clone bit back a yelp, hurriedly shut off his light, and dropped back down.

Doubles gingerly rolled towards him and asked, "How many did you see?"

"Too kriffing many," Rip whispered. An ominous oozing prompted the group to take another peek. The sound of groaning clones found its way up to them as the wampas stuck countless troopers to the ceiling.

"What the-" Doubles uttered.

"It's like I said," Yelena replied. "They're saving them for future consumption."

"Not if we can help it, right general?" Rip quipped.

Yelena smiled faintly. "That's the spirit, soldier. I can use my lightsaber to free the men, but not while all those wampas are there."

"You'll need a distraction," Doubles deduced and Yelena clutched the canister she'd scavenged from the camp. "Live bait, perhaps."

Rip snorted. "What idiot are we gonna find out here to be-" The clone's sarcastic demeanor crumbled. "You want me to do it, don't you?" He slowly turned to find both Yelena and Doubles staring at him. All he could do was sigh and slowly rise. "Fine."

"We expect great things from you little one," Rip sarcastically mimicked a graceful Kaminoan. "Those long-necked bobble-heads never mentioned this nightmare. I better get a shiny medal for this. Or a lightsaber. Just make me chancellor. Supreme Chancellor Rip." He stretched his legs, emerged from an icy column, and shouted "Hey, you flea-ridden furbags!" He slapped his rear and spun around. "Ya missed one! What's the matter? Can't-" The entire wampa pack surged towards him at horrific speeds. "Oh damn!" Rip nearly fell over himself and bolted down the tunnel. He screamed his head off as the wampas chased him by all and any means. Their claws scraped through the ice while others pounced from the walls. "I hate Hoth!" Rip panted while running for his life. His spotlights swayed through the darkness as a wampa clawed through his insulated kama. The shredded skirt flopped behind him while the creature tried to chew on it.

Rip threw himself into the next chamber and climbed a jutting stone. He caught his breath at its apex while the pack approached. "That's it," he mumbled. "Come on in." The final wampa entered and whiffed a peculiar substance. It snarled and hissed at the volatile rhydonium encircling the floor. The trail of fuel streaked across the snow and led back to the stone where Rip readied his flamethrower. Its nozzle popped, a flare sparked, and Rip said, "Order up."

His weapon roared and flames spewed onto the rhydonium. The wampas shrieked as they were soon trapped in a ring of fire. Some of them tried to climb up, but Rip swayed his flamethrower while Doubles emerged from behind the rock. "Get ready for Double trouble!" he said and got his Z-6 cannon spinning. He fired at the frenzied wampas while Rip scoffed.

"Double trouble? Seriously?"

"Oh please," Doubles murmured. "You said 'Order up.' Like that's any better."

One of the wampas jumped through the flames like a hellish demon and the others followed suit. "They're through!" Rip warned. "Run for it!" The clones fled while the surviving, scorched wampas pursued.

With their storing den abandoned, Yelena was able to slip in undetected. The sounds of clone screams and wampa roars had her fearing the worst for Rip and Doubles. "Hang in there, boys." Yelena whispered.

"Kind of all we can do, general," a clone muttered from the ceiling.

Yelena cautiously drew her lightsaber and freed him from his frozen entrapment. "Stay together," she said while liberating countless other clones.

"We don't have much time before the other wampas return." One of the upside-down troopers took a nasty tumble and Yelena caught him with the Force. "Has anyone seen my Padawan?"

The clones shook their heads until one spoke up. "We haven't seen Commander Dellian or Frost."

Elsa's adventure alongside Master Eno Cordova had shown her the further capabilities of droids. BD-1 had proven to be incredibly useful on their journey and inspired her to complete her own project. "You got this, Sir Porgen," Elsa willed while monitoring the camera. The sound of his pattering little feet crackled through the feed.

"So after seeing what became of her ship and after what we went through-" Frost began. "-do you think the senator's alive?"

"I have to believe, Frost." Elsa answered. "The same way I have to believe your brothers are."

The metal porg waddled through the cave's narrow crevasses until Frost noticed something.

"Wait," he said. "Go back." Elsa turned Porgen around. "Zoom in on the top left." The camera focused on a dark blur above a glazed fissure.

"There's some kind of mass up there," Elsa defined. "Good eye, Frost." She directed her droid to ascend. The porg sprung and squawked while trying to squeeze out. Its teeny body popped out of the ice and rolled across the frigid ground.

"Careful," Frost warned.

Elsa winced and gently brought Porgen back to his feet. Her brows furrowed as she struggled with the joysticks. "Something's wrong," she said. "The ground isn't level anymore." The camera feed shook as Porgen tried to maintain his balance.

"Perhaps it's the ice?" Frost considered.

Elsa shook her head. "The sensors are picking up an obstruction. I think his foot's caught on something so I'm going to bounce back and reassess." She performed an evasive maneuver which freed Porgen from his ensnarement. In that instant, the decayed and frozen skull of a Duros rolled into view. The horrid sight made Elsa gasp and Frost shudder. She nearly dropped the controller and backed her droid away. The limbs, ribcages and skulls of various species were clustered in a massive heap.

"It's a damn bone pile," Frost uttered. "What's a Duros doing out here?" His heart sank when he noticed another skull. "Or a Gran? What's going on?"

"These must be the kidnappers," Elsa inferred. "It also explains the destroyed camp we found during our arrival. Hold on." Elsa glimpsed a figure dangling high above the bone pile. "Are you seeing this?"

She tried to bring Porgen closer while Frost leaned in. "It looks like a woman. The senator?"

"I can't tell from this angle," Elsa groaned. "I need to-" A stomp sounded beside the porg droid and Elsa sent him to hide. "By the Force, it looks like one of the wampas is back. I can't get any closer."

"Time is short," Frost asserted. "If it is Senator Veritaz, we need to intervene now!"

Elsa set her droid to wait and holstered the controls. "Stand back," she warned and flourished her lightsaber. While using Porgen as a waypoint, Elsa proceeded to carve out her own tunnel in his direction. The ice melted and misted around her saber while Frost followed her through. They started to advance when a single beep sounded from Frost's motion tracker. Elsa froze and glanced down at her partner's device. The monitor displayed a steady blip just ahead of them.

"Think it's a wampa?" Frost inquired.

"Only one way to find out," Elsa replied. Being pressed for time, she rushed to carve the ice instead of trying to sense through it. Frost set his blaster to stun and the duo sprung into action. While they didn't find a wampa, a different set of claws emerged from the mist. The being's scarlet scales vividly contrasted against the cave's pale setting. A pair of glassy, reptilian eyes blinked like bulging rubies. Where Frost initially saw another sharp-toothed creature, Elsa viewed a frightened Trandoshan.

The reptilian was suspended from the ceiling just as they had been. "Please!" he hissed when Elsa extended her lightsaber. "Do not hurt Goji!" Elsa could sense the Trandoshan's anxieties and glanced at Frost. "He only wanted to help! Then monsters take Goji! They-"

"Hey," Elsa spoke soothingly. "It's alright. We're going to get you out of here."

"Are you sure about this?" Frost whispered and made Elsa think twice.

She chose to quickly ask, "What are you doing on Hoth, Goji?"

"Goji is...mercenary," he explained and panicked when he noticed Elsa's skeptical brow. "But Goji no mean no harm! Goji need money! And Republic lady...Oooo Veritaz pay Goji lots of credits to help find friend. Yes yes yes!"

"Dia Veritaz paid you?" Elsa asked for clarification and the Trandoshan hurriedly nodded. "Needed muscle to stop the bad people and save her friend. So Goji tag along. But snow monsters attack ship and take us here! Separate us they did! Very bad! Very scary!"

Elsa weighed her options while staring into Goji's keyhole-shaped pupils. "I don't like this," Frost muttered. "Trandoshans don't have the best reputation in the galaxy. I can't say I've ever heard of a benevolent one, but I'll trust your call."

With every passing second weighing against them, Elsa made her decision. She raised her lightsaber and Goji braced for the worst. Her blue blade shifted inches from his snout and dug into the coating around his feet. He yelped as the entrapment came undone and he crashed to the floor. Goji groveled at Elsa's boots and Frost instinctually lunged to defend her. She stopped him with a reassuring hand as the Trandoshan towered over both of them. "Thank you," he said. "Goji help you find Veritaz. I good help. You see!" Goji sniffed through the air and picked up a scent.

"Who needs a massiff hound when you have a Trandoshan?" Frost joked.

"Hurry!" Yelena exclaimed while leading the clones out of the caves. She quickly placed a call on her comlink while running. "Admiral Taka, trace my coordinates and use them as an extraction point. Whatever gunships you have left, now is the time!"

"Hold on, General Yelena." Taka replied. "Reinforcements are on the way."

The ice walls cracked beside them as Rip and Doubles tumbled through. Yelena looked behind to see the pack of enraged wampas in pursuit. "You led them back to us?" the master blurted.

"Hey!" Rip snapped. "It's not like these caves have any signage!"

"Less talk, more fire!" Doubles urged. While he shot at the approaching wampas, Rip swayed his flamethrower.

"Running out of juice here!" Rip warned as his flames weakened. Some of the rescued clones had recovered their weapons and provided additional laserfire from behind. Yelena slashed a wampa across its chest and Force-pushed another into Rip's flames. Amidst the conflict, she suddenly heard a woman scream.

"Elsa?" Yelena gasped and dashed towards the sound. She delved into a confined passageway and listened to a continuous struggle.

"Help!" the woman shouted. "Anyone! Please!" As Yelena came closer, she realized the voice wasn't Elsa's. She dropped into a chamber where a stranger was swinging upside down. Her gloved hands flailed alongside the shredded remnants of her seafoam jacket. Her brown curls were a disheveled mess as a distinct gash ran down her temple. "Help!" she screamed again.

Despite her haggard condition, Yelena was able to distinguish the clothes of Corellian noble. Her tan skin and frantic, hazel eyes matched the report's description as Yelena spoke up. "Senator Veritaz!" she called. "Dia Veritaz!"

Dia's panic lessened as Yelena held her steady. Her gentle, green eyes remained focused on the senator. "I am Jedi Master Yelena. I'm here to rescue you."

"I-I heard blasters," she stuttered.

"Those are my clones. I'm here with the 213th, senator." She melted Dia free and caught her before she could hit the ground.

Relief appeared as a faint smile on Dia's chapped lips. "My signal got through?" she whimpered and nearly collapsed.

"It did," Yelena assured. "Maybe next time someone gets kidnapped, contact the Jedi Order before running off. You're very weak and we need to get you out of here."

"N-no!" Dia snapped herself out of her daze. She pushed Yelena away and stumbled through the snow. "I came here to get Taline and I'm not leaving without her."

"We can come back for your handmaiden, but I can't risk losing you again." Yelena insisted. "You're in no condition to-"

"I'm sorry, Master Jedi." Dia asserted. "But Taline is my friend." She dashed deeper into the caverns and left Yelena to roll her eyes.

"Senators," she groaned.

"Go, general!" Doubles hollered over his laserfire. "We got this!"

"We do?" Rip jeered until Doubles kicked him. Yelena nodded to her troops and chased after the senator.

On the opposite side of the caves, Elsa and Frost continued to follow Porgen's signal with Goji's help. The Trandoshan came to a sudden halt and his claws skid across the ice. He took a massive sniff and his tongue crept out. "The senator," he hissed and bolted into one of the tunnels.

"But Porgen's signal is this way!" Elsa alerted and pointed down an adjacent cave.

"This isn't right," Frost insisted as he and Elsa pursued Goji. The Trandoshan picked up speed and disappeared within the tunnels. From the opposite end, Yelena lost sight of Dia while chasing her. Both sides grew anxious...when the Corellian shrieked.

"Senator!" Yelena yelled and ignited her lightsaber.

"Who was that?" Elsa worried as she and Frost readied their weapons.

Yelena reached the central chamber first and found Dia grappling with Goji. The formidable, crimson Trandoshan had his claws clenching her arms while she gripped his shoulders. Dia screamed and hopelessly flailed as Goji's eyes went wide. "Help!" she cried.

Yelena leapt into action and masterfully swung her blade up Goji's torso. The Trandoshan's claws went limp and his jaws trembled. He dropped to his knees and clenched his mortal wound. Elsa and Frost arrived as Goji looked to them with twitching eyes. He used his last breath to speak in Dosh, the language of his people. "Brac?" he hissed before collapsing.

"Thank you, Master Jedi." Dia panted and wiped her tears.

"What have you done?" Elsa gasped.

"It's nice to see you too, Padawan." Yelena replied.

Elsa knelt beside Goji's body and checked for a pulse. "You...killed him. We just set him free!"

"You should've left him to hang," Dia uttered. "He was one of Taline's kidnappers!"

Elsa started stuttering. "B-but." She looked to Frost and instantly thought of his warnings. "He-. I-"

"What did this monster tell you?" Dia inquired.

"He said you hired him." Elsa hadn't even finished and Dia was already shaking her head. "And that you were both trying to get your handmaiden back."

"Are all Padawans this gullible?" Dia scolded. "Why, if your master hadn't shown up, my neck would've been snapped already."

Frost placed a comforting hand on Elsa's shoulder. "She's not entirely to blame," he said. "I trusted him too."

"Oh great, you're both fools. This is the type of credulousness that keeps the senate blind and corruption rampant."

As Elsa stood there being talked down to, she felt backed up against a wall yet again. It was just like when Master Chuza had scolded her for supposedly costing the Republic Avinaria. But Elsa had been through so much since those days. She'd reasoned with Rodian politicians and braved darkened depths. She'd faced a Dark Sider on Felucia and dared to speak up to clone commandos. She held her head high and once again, dared to speak up.

"Okay that's enough," Elsa said.

"Excuse me?" Dia raised her voice and Yelena's eyes widened.

"You may be a senator for the Galactic Republic but in this situation, you do not get to berate your rescuers. You do not get to disrespect a clone commander who serves on the frontlines while you pass legislation in a cozy, Coruscant office. I made the call to free this man," Elsa affirmed. "That's on me. As a Jedi, it is my responsibility to hear all sides and respect all lifeforms. As a member of the Ethics Committee, you of all people should understand my reasoning. We're trying to save lives, not lose them. And this operation has already seen several casualties so please, show some respect." Elsa motioned to Frost. "Come on, commander."

"Where are you going?" Dia mumbled.

Elsa held up her handheld device. "To get your handmaiden."

"I'm coming too," Dia said until Yelena snagged her arm.

"Oh no you're not," the master said. "You're malnourished and can hardly stand. I'm getting you out of here."

"But what if your apprentice there frees another kidnapper?" Dia griped.

"My apprentice can and will accomplish her mission," Yelena defended. "It's time you started showing the Jedi as much faith as you show your committee."

Elsa and Frost raced to track Porgen's signal and found the tiny droid near the bone pile. It was overjoyed to see her but Elsa quickly shushed it. Frost crept towards the suspended woman and examined her face. "She's Mirialan," he whispered. "Did we ever get a description on what Taline looks like?"

"No," Elsa realized. "We're just going to have to hope it's her."

"I'm with you, Elsa." Frost reassured her. "No matter what." His fingers slid past the Mirialan's short, black hair and rested on her green-skinned neck. "We've got a pulse."

A thin layer of frost coated her face and obscured the black, geometric tattoos on her cheeks. Elsa scrubbed the ice from her face and used her lightsaber to free her legs. "She's very weak," Frost assessed. "Between the kidnapping and the wampas, who knows how long they've had her."

Sir Porgen squawked and flapped his metal wings in alarm. Elsa slowly turned and asked, "What is it, little friend?" Her eyes widened as a mass of fur shifted behind the bone pile. She quickly grabbed her droid and shut him off while the group slid for cover. "How many do you think are here?" she whispered and stuffed Porgen in her bag.

Frost discreetly checked his motion tracker. "One," he said.

Elsa's brows furrowed. "That's impossible. What I saw was too big to be just one wam-" The ensuing roar was ear-splitting and sent icicles snapping from the ceiling. "-pa?" Elsa gulped. The ground quaked and snow shifted as the same mass she'd witnessed came forth. Elsa's heart sank when she realized all she'd seen...was just an arm.

She and Frost looked to each other as they simultaneously said, "Run."

The cave collapsed around them as they made a wild break for it. Frost carried the Mirialan while Elsa used the Force to push back falling debris. "Whatever you do, don't look back!" Frost shouted.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Elsa assured.

Amidst the cacophony of wampa roars came one that conquered all others. It boomed throughout every cavern and sent snow rolling down in heaps. Each stomp from this titanic monster made Elsa and Frost almost lose their footing. When they finally found an exit, the mouth of the cave was starting to collapse.

"We're not gonna make it!" Frost warned.

"You're right!" Elsa shouted. "It's alright. I can do this!"

The cave walls collapsed and sealed them in with a mound of boulders. Elsa brought her hands together, called upon the Force, and unleashed a powerful push. While the power did clear their path and unleash a rock slide, it also took a tremendous toll on Elsa. For her, exerting that much Force power typically required concentration through prior preparedness. Because the Force push was so sporadic and spontaneous, Elsa fell over immediately after. She was drained of all energy and her head swelled with pain.

"Elsa!" Frost called betwixt her agony. "The way's clear, come on!" She tried to rise, but could barely stand. "I can't carry you both! Please get up!"

In that instant, the deafening roar returned. Across the way from them, an enormous claw stretched from the darkness. It grabbed at the ice and had it splitting as the rest of the monster emerged. Surging forward from Hoth's deepest and darkest recesses, a giant wampa came forth. Its average sized kin scurried away as this gigantic titan stared the intruders down. Its teeth alone were bigger than Elsa and Frost.

"Elsa, hurry!" Frost urged her to rise.

"Save yourself," she winced and tiredly reached for her lightsaber. "I'll...hold it off."

"Oh for the love of-" Frost muttered. His eyes darted between the cave exit, Elsa, and the giant wampa closing in. "Sorry ma'am," he told the Mirialan and shifted her to one of his shoulders. He then scooped up Elsa and placed her on his other shoulder. Despite the weight of two people and all of his insulated armor...Frost took a deep breath and yelled, "For the Republic!" He sprinted towards the exit using every ounce of strength he had left. Elsa looked up and saw the blurred, giant wampa closing in.

This is why I was born, Frost told himself as his body tired. To protect. To save. To give everything I can for all that is known and unknown. They reached the exit only to come to a dreadful realization. The tunnel they'd chosen emptied out towards a cliffside. A misty, jagged abyss awaited them as Frost succumbed to exhaustion. "I'm sorry," he said before resting Elsa and the Mirialan beside him. The daunting dead end made his blood run cold. "It's been an honor."

"Frost," Elsa croaked. "What are you-" She raised a weary hand as he walked towards the giant wampa. "No..."

The clone unclenched his fists and spoke as if the beast could understand him. "Take me," he whispered and forced himself to speak up. "Take me, damn it! Leave them alone! Take me!"

The wampa snarled and raised a claw to snatch him as a unique whirring sounded. Something hovered along the cliffside and emerged from the snowy skies. Elsa rubbed her eyes to see an entire squadron of gunships. The silhouette of Admiral Taka's Venator loomed high above the clouds. "All crafts," the admiral ordered. "Initiate rocket bombardment."

"Copy that," a clone pilot eagerly obliged. "Missiles away!" A swarm of blue-hued projectiles spewed from the gunships and blasted into the beast. It recoiled from the strike while Frost ran back to Elsa and the Mirialan.

A gunship broke formation and hovered to their ledge. It opened its hatch to reveal Yelena, Doubles, Rip, and Dia. Rip and Doubles extended their hands as Frost handed the Mirialan over. Yelena reached for Elsa and pulled her aboard. Lastly, Frost leapt of the edge and rolled on to the gunship's deckplate. "We're all on!" Doubles called to the pilot. "Let's go!"

The hatch sealed but the pilot didn't fly away. "We have orders, trooper," he said. "Admiral Taka wants the wampa lair destroyed. Frankly, the 213th couldn't agree more."

"No," Elsa uttered and shook her head.

Frost concurred and activated his comlink. "This is Commander Frost. All gunships stand down."

"What?" the pilot scoffed.

"Commander," Taka called back. "After everything these savage monsters put our unit...your men through, they must be exterminated. If you make this call, how can you possibly face your brothers?"

Frost looked across the hold and observed the wounded. When he saw Rip and Doubles, he saw men directly affected by the wampas. He looked to Elsa and made his decision with a heavy heart. "Admiral," he said. "Facing my brothers is my burden. Not yours. It'll be my consequence to figure out, but as acting commander I am ordering all gunships to cease fire and return to the Venator. We're leaving."

"I hope you know what you're doing, commander," the pilot murmured.

"I trust him," Doubles affirmed. "Plus going back now means getting out of this armor sooner. I'm desperate to use a refresher."

"Oh I already went in this thing," Rip shared. "Wet myself as soon as I saw the first wampa." Doubles discretely took two steps away from Rip.

The bombardment came to a halt and the gunships turned for home. Frost shut off his comlink and finally got a chance to sit down, even if it was on the floor. Although she was exhausted, Elsa found the strength to reach the Mirialan. Her eyes lit up when she noticed the young woman stirring. "Taline?" Elsa asked and prayed it was her.

The Mirialan slowly nodded. "Y-yes. Where am I?" Her breaths hastened and her violet eyes filled with worry. "I-"

"It's alright," Elsa assured. "You're safe. We-"

"Taline!" Dia cheered and enthusiastically embraced her. "I just knew we'd find you! I was worried sick!" The Mirialan's eyes widened from the sudden gesture and Yelena intervened.

"Why don't we give her some space?" Yelena insisted and tried to separate the two.

"I already had space away from her," Dia defended. "When that scum took her away! Taline and I have been through so much together, I don't know what I'd do without her. I'd travel to the farthest stars to keep her safe and-" Taline's head fell against her shoulder. "Tal?" Dia worried. "Tal!" She tried to shake her handmaiden awake. "What's happening to her?"

Yelena pushed Dia away and held Taline's limp body. "Her body's shutting down," the master said. "We need to get her to the medical bay!" The pilot accelerated their gunship upon hearing the emergency.

The ambience of being spacebound was a blessing to all. No one wanted to return to the frigid world of Hoth anytime soon. Tears streaked down Dia's cheeks as she sat at Taline's bedside. She caressed the Mirialan's hand while a medical droid monitored her vitals. Elsa and Yelena stood on the opposite side to watch over her progress. "How is she?" Yelena asked.

"She's stable," the droid replied and turned to Elsa. "You said she was found suspended, yes?" The Padawan nodded. "Wampa saliva also works as anesthetic in order to help keep prey comatose. It is possible that her body is still fighting off this anesthetic."

"But she'll be okay?" Dia worried.

"She'll be fine," the droid confirmed. "But as a fellow survivor, I recommend bedrest to you as well."

The senator flashed a daring grin over her tiredness. "Not a chance," she quipped. "I've endured far worse than a few scratches and a couple of yawns. If Taline hurts, I hurt. I'm staying by her side." Elsa admired Dia's dutiful vigilance, even if she had been so stubborn before. She was about to step out to get some rest herself when Dia spoke up. "Thank you, young Jedi." Elsa paused and slowly turned. "I was wrong to call you a fool. Taline and I owe the Order our lives."

"We're just doing our duty," Elsa assured.

"Well you've got quite the voice for it," Dia admitted. "Speaking your mind, even in the face of...well...a loudmouth." She gestured to herself and snickered. "I was just trying to do the right thing in my eyes. I didn't think the Republic would act swiftly enough. So when Taline was taken, I took it upon myself to get the job done. I know I made mistakes, but I hope you can understand. And if there's anything I can do to try and make any of this right, you need only ask."

Elsa pursed her lips and glanced at Yelena. Her master was silently, yet yearningly urging her to ask for what she wanted. Elsa sighed and said, "Actually...there is one thing." Dia raised her brows as Elsa continued. "I wish to better use my voice to bring about change. I know the Jedi Order and Galactic Senate no longer agree on matters as they once did, but I want to do more. I want to call out the very corruption you spoke of and work to fix it. So more systems don't leave the Republic but instead want to be part of it. But I need a senator's help."

Dia offered Elsa a kindly smile. "Tell me, young Jedi," she said. "What is your name?"

"Elsa Dellian, ma'am."

"Well, Elsa Dellian. I would be honored to have you serve as my 'political assistant' in the Ethics Committee." Elsa's eyes widened and Yelena beamed with pride. "It would be a wonderful title for any Padawan to possess, especially considering you'd be aiding a Corellian noble."

"I-" Elsa choked. Her heart raced as she recognized the opportunity before her. "I don't know what to say."

"Elsa," Frost called from the entryway. "If I could have a word."

"Pardon me," Elsa told Dia and Yelena before slipping out to meet the clone. "I bet you're happy to be out of that cold assault armor," she jested. "Is everything alright?"

Frost removed his helmet so she could truly see him once more. The clone's hair was neatly trimmed as it always had been and his face was spotless. He glanced down at the snowflake painted across his helmet and sighed. "I-I made this shortly after I was promoted to commander. Some clones mark up their armor for intimidation, but mine is a dedication. Elsa, you-" Frost struggled to find the words as Elsa leaned in. "You inspire me. You're not like any other Jedi I've ever met."

"I'm the first Jedi you met," Elsa snickered.

"That's true!" Frost blurted. "But in all of my wanderings, I've never met someone so dedicated to the preservation of life. War is all about destruction on both sides, but it has to end when someone decides what's worth saving. What's worth...rebuilding. When I look at you and see all you accomplish, it gives me hope. It shows me that this all isn't for nothing. We aren't just mindlessly blasting droids and can also save lives. You are this snowflake because no one else is like you. You might not always get things right, but who does? You always have the best intentions at heart and that's what makes you a Jedi worth serving under."

"Frost," Elsa queried. "What are you getting at?"

"You motivate me to be a better person. And for that, I want to turn the 213th into a relief force. We'll be doing real good for this broken galaxy amidst the war. This unit would truly serve those in need and I'd be honored to have you leading it."

Elsa gasped. "You're serious."

Frost grinned and nodded. "The galaxy needs strong and kind hearts. Ones that talk first and see reason. So what do you say, Commander Dellian?" Elsa peered out to see several turquoise-clad clone troopers standing at attention. Rip broke formation to wave and was swatted upside the head by Doubles.

"Padawan?" Yelena called from the doorway. "Senator Veritaz is awaiting your response."

Elsa stood at a crossroads. She always believed in trusting in the Force. She thought that the right opportunities would emerge in time. She just never considered that she might have to choose between them. To jumpstart her political career or to venture alongside the 213th? Elsa...had a choice to make.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading this week's installment of "The Frozen Force!" This was the first Halloween Special and I look forward to future editions. We are approaching a milestone and I want to extend my gratitude to each and every one of you. This is officially the longest story I have ever written and we've still got a vast adventure ahead of us! So thank you for joining me. I do hope you're enjoying Season 2! By the Force, we're getting close to hitting 40 chapters and I want to thank you all for your support.

On the next Frozen Force Friday, tune in for plenty of excitement as our journey takes us back to Coruscant, where a seemingly "simple" mystery continues to unfold. I'll see you then!

Your reviews are very much appreciated and I'd love to hear your thoughts on the Halloween Special! Who do you think Elsa will choose to work with? Senator Veritaz or Commander Frost?

Long Live Imagination and May the Force be with You!

~ Michael