Ithor, a lovely, lush planet that is so well-protected that not even the Ithorians have dared to build cities on it, preferring instead to use floating structures. It's also a planet that, not long ago, endured a Sith attack.
And that was exactly where Clove and Kyosuke were heading to.
After a successful, albeit somewhat quiet flight, their shuttle arrived at one of the many floating cities. Clove had let Kyosuke fly because the Force knew that if she was in charge of the ship, they wouldn't make it to Ithor alive, so the girl kept herself occupied in the back of the shuttle, doodling in her journal. The half-Annfyn unbuckled herself as soon as the shuttle wheels made contact with the metal flooring, tucked everything into her leather bag, and turned towards the ramp.
Clove smiled shyly over her shoulder at Kyosuke as the ramp slowly opened to reveal the ever-green forest beneath the beautiful tall structures that shaped the city. This was, after all, her first mission without her Master, one that she had planned herself. "I'm a little nervous," she admitted, as if explaining her quietness, "but let's go!" Are you all set?"
The Ithorian the Jedi had contacted for the meeting had already made their way outside the building as the Jedi prepared to leave the shuttle. They made their way to the landing bay to greet the Jedi and accompany them to the meeting room.
