Kinslayer
Cora acknowledged this with a simple hum. She'd seen many things, but still could not imagine what it must've been like to have your planet change astrological coordinates so suddenly, and so severely. Fortunately, the Mandalorians appeared to be attentive to the worlds under their domain.
Though her gaze was fixed on the shuttle's viewport, her ears tuned into the comm chatter as best she could. Synthesized voices were a bit too garbled for her to make out entirely, but they were calm. Professional. Not a note of hostility.
"Clearance received. Initiating landing sequence, Master Jedi."
"Excellent."
They'd made sure to follow protocol this time around. Mandalore had been contacted, and permission had been given before she'd even chartered the flight. Mandalorians appreciated a candid approach, so she'd been forthcoming with the details. The Jedi outpost on Taris was small, but it contained a number of artifacts curated by her friend and fellow Jedi,
Efret Farr
. With the Master herself away on assignment, Cora sought to retrieve the relics in her stead. Nothing more, nothing less.The boarding ramp lowered with a hiss. Tugging at her gloves to ensure a good fit – over both her organic and cybernetic hands – the Jedi knelt and retrieved a bottle of wine she'd stashed beneath the console.
The pilot leaned back in his chair and squinted. Cora met his look with a barely arched brow.
"It is rude to visit someone's home without a gift," she supplied.
With that, she descended the ramp.
Aether Verd
