Hoth: Blood and Ice

[Soren Haicen]

The tribulations of the day behind him, Soren made his way to the edge of the hanger bay to a spot that had become something of a favorite. It was away from the hustle and bustle of things and smelled not at all of goats, which to him at least was definetly a plus. He'd spent enough time around animals in his youth to be more then over the stink and the goats had practically the whole base smelling like a barn in need of a cleaning.

Finding an empty crate he took a seat and removed his helmet, it was chilly without it but his thermal cloak helped. As he relaxed he opened up the bottle of moonshine he had brought with him and took a swig. Yup, this was abotu as good as it got here.

((Stim used earlier in the day 7/21 wounds))