The ship dropped out of hyperspace, the small ship's engines flared, and it slowly moved towards the gas giant in front of it. The planet itself cast an orange-yellow tint on the ships silver hull. The ship angled towards the southern hemisphere, namely towards a small repulsor-city, if one can call it that. It looked like more of a speck because of the massive repulsor city it was attached too. The ship angled towards the north-most part of the small repulsor-city, the emptiest part of it.
Jostled out of an uneasy sleep by the ship entering the atmosphere, ten children stirred, blinking there eyes sleepily. They're age ranges from seven, to the oldest one being fifteen. There we're a bunch of muffled thuds as the Transports landing gear settled onto the equally metallic courtyard. The door near the rear of the ship opened up, and the ten children stumbled out. Most of the younger ones we're still half asleep, stifling yawns and picking sleep out of there eyes. The older ones, however, we're on there guard. There was no one to greet them, There pilot hadn't spoken a word, and the droids that tended to them couldn't hear past "Juma Juice."
One of those older ones was Fourteen year old Sira Blake, a girl who, fourteen hours ago, was living a peaceful life on Corellia, growing up as normal a life as she could when she could finish people's sentences, hear people's thoughts, and, on a certain occasion, been able to pick up an object without even touching it. She looked around the courtyard, and just behind her she saw a glimpse of a cloak. She whirled around, her Blond hair blocking her vision for a second. Through the strands of glittery hair, she saw one of the younger kids right in the way of the Transport's sublight engines…
And it was about to take off.