The wind whipped past, its sound muffled by the helmet he wore. So many particles filled the air that his air filter was having trouble. Another thing to fix in the future. As his brother's, no, his bes'uliik jetted through the air a glimmer caught his eye, or rather the heavy, resonating sound of beskar against beskar. It was a familiar sound that brought him found memories of trips up the river to the Skirata homestead where their grandfather made small things of the impervious metal.
He and Gilamar were young then.
The droid, catching his eye movement pivoted slowly, slowing down to turn. Was he ready to do this? After this moment, would he stay with his brothers and sisters? He needed to find that out for himself.
The sound of jet engines grew fainter as the duo descended at the mouth of a cave, the sound louder than ever. He was willing to pay a large amount of credits for this. But favors like this hardly amounted to credit values. Dismounting the bulky droid, his feet sunk unexpectedly into the white sand. He trudged through to the mouth of the cave, his bes'uliik opting to hover using its repulsors over its giant, unwieldy claws.