The small transport shuttle shuddered and groaned as it entered the atmosphere. All around Dash and Hera, warmly dressed miners shared quiet stories of their work on the surface of the world below them. It seemed as though Eshan was a strangely barely known world for the galaxy, some maps didn't even carry it marked. But Hera knew of its location, she had known ever since she was little. Quietly clutching a large, ancient datapad, Hera looked over to Dash and smiled. "This world has no official stance on the Order, but let's try to keep a low profile nonetheless."
Although the words 'low profile' did come from Hera's mouth, her clothing, the same green armor she wore damn well everywhere, betrayed her words a little. Though no Jedi cloak masked the green-marked plates this time, rather, she wore a bantha wool shawl around her shoulders that covered her Jedi insignias. Dash had been told by Hera to accompany her to the homeworld of the Echani to learn more about combat, but that had not been the whole truth. All her life, Hera wanted to know who her parents were, and why she was abandoned with the Jedi.
Having deciphered the datapad she had been left as a child, the only clue to her origins, Hera finally had a lead. Coordinates on the planet's surface. Determination overtook her as the shuttle set down in the small, local spaceport. Their point of origin being a small village that barely classified as big enough for shuttle landings, a mining town that primarily pulled minerals from the earth to use in precise communications equipment construction. Standing, Hera remarked, "Shall we go?"
Although the words 'low profile' did come from Hera's mouth, her clothing, the same green armor she wore damn well everywhere, betrayed her words a little. Though no Jedi cloak masked the green-marked plates this time, rather, she wore a bantha wool shawl around her shoulders that covered her Jedi insignias. Dash had been told by Hera to accompany her to the homeworld of the Echani to learn more about combat, but that had not been the whole truth. All her life, Hera wanted to know who her parents were, and why she was abandoned with the Jedi.
Having deciphered the datapad she had been left as a child, the only clue to her origins, Hera finally had a lead. Coordinates on the planet's surface. Determination overtook her as the shuttle set down in the small, local spaceport. Their point of origin being a small village that barely classified as big enough for shuttle landings, a mining town that primarily pulled minerals from the earth to use in precise communications equipment construction. Standing, Hera remarked, "Shall we go?"
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