Stopping Demagol and his twisted, malevolent actions had already done enough to Rohlan Dyre, a commander of the Mandalorian Crusaders. This is what led to his sudden disappearance, even from the sights and knowledge of the Jedi like Zayne Carrick, and the rest of his crew. However, that did not include you. Even as a member loyal to the Republic. And now, you had a mission issued by the Senate, one that happened to be coinciding with his as well.

You were on your ship, a small and quaint one. It was enough for you and somebody else. Leaving the cockpit of the ship as the bright, blue and white lights of hyperspace engulfed the ship, a pair of sliding doors hissed open on your way. And in a small meeting area was Rohlan Dyre. The two of you have been allies and relatively close friends for the longest time, even while in drastically different sides. Its why only you seemed to know about his current whereabouts.

— How much longer we have? Rohlan asked, his matured and older voice still as prevalent as ever.

— Or don't. Never mind.

You were one of a very small list of people who have seen underneath his helmet. He sat down on a chair, his helmet placed down on the floor beneath him, leaning against the scraped and battle-worn metal pads his armor braced. His face showed no difference in battle weariness. Thick scars on the sides of his forehead. His dark-toned head bearing some wrinkles and creases through experience.

— I have a growing feeling we'll find what we're looking for here.

Rohlan then brought up a small holographic map of the area you were traveling to. A remote planet in the Unknown Regions, a planet very far from any kind of known civilization. Far unsuitable for any living creature.

— A distant world made of pure snow and ice. Temperatures freeze beneath any known limits. Rohlan spoke, focused entirely.

— The answers to my questions. For this whole conflict between us and the Republic together.