Jedi of Sand
Ura looked from the cockpit as the Lervonian cargo ship slipped through hyperspace, carrying the equipment to hopefully finish clean up after the Bryn attack all those years ago. All this time and it was finally happening. Her homeworld hopefully somewhat normal again. Rustling at her side was her daughter, Balru. Though the outside observer might think they were two parts of a whole, which in some ways was true given how the younger Lervon came to be, they weren't one in the same. More so one of the stranger parts of Lervonian biology. Balru's cyan eyes looked at the seed from the cargo cameras.
"I still don't understand how that's supposed to help, Yurb. It seems... well... small." Ura looked down at the Balru, rolling her eyes a little.
"You sound like you're not still a kid. Small things can surprise you." She said as they both started to walk towards the nav-table. "Shouldn't be too long now." Ura said as Balru watched, deciding to focus on figuring out how to lift a cup with the Force after only a few seconds.
"I still don't understand how that's supposed to help, Yurb. It seems... well... small." Ura looked down at the Balru, rolling her eyes a little.
"You sound like you're not still a kid. Small things can surprise you." She said as they both started to walk towards the nav-table. "Shouldn't be too long now." Ura said as Balru watched, deciding to focus on figuring out how to lift a cup with the Force after only a few seconds.