Hunter tried to stay awake, but he was exhausted. The cold was too brutal even for his armor and heat suit. The storm was cutting out all transmissions and he was lost completely after escaping from an imperial base. He moved as quickly as he could to find shelter, eventually finding a grove of trees to beat back the wind.
But that was hours ago, and the wood around him was too wet to light a fire. He dug himself a small hole into the snowbank, but he knew even as his heart rate slowed, no one would find him in time.
He swallowed and picked up his comm one last time, putting it onto all open frequencies.
"this....this is Sergeant CT-9901...of the former Grand Army of the Republic. I'm stranded and without shelter on an icy planet. I just escaped from an imperial base fifty k-k-k-klicks nnnorthwest of my current position I am t-t-transmitting from.
"I'm cold...I can't st-t-tart a fire. I'm desperate. Help me....please. I don't want to die..."