Being sent to various planets scattered throughout the system certainly wasn't anything new. It happened a lot and far too often for Anakin's liking. He wished the war would just end -- with their victory of course. So many lives were already lost and each new mission seemed to take him farther and farther away from her. He tried not to let his thoughts linger too long as he stared out the window of the republic's temporary base.

The land was desolate and cold. Mostly cold. Another thing Anakin did not like.

"I'm never agreeing to come to a planet like this ever again. Why is it always some place frozen? Are they trying to turn me into an icicle? For once, I'd just like to go some place warm for a change."

He spoke to no one in particular and paced in front of the window a little bit. That leads to another thing Anakin disliked: waiting.