[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

The ship shook beneath him as it landed, the rocky bump made the metal cringe and dust spread. Young Ben was pissed, though it only showed through the tightness of his jaw and the tenseness of his muscles. His "father" didn't even have the decency to escort him there himself... his mother was too busy. With what he was unsure, but the last he saw and felt of her, was when he left. Her lips were gently pressed against his forehead and black curly locks. 

A droid at the control made way its way to the back. 

[b]"Master Solo, we are at our destination. Master Luke and a young girl awaits your arrival."[/b] The pointed-voice reminded him of how cold steel and mechanics could be.  In a way, he disliked most Droids. 

He sighed and stood up, tugging at the dark blue sleeves that covered his pale skin before grabbing his bag. He slung it across his shoulder, made his way to the exit, and waited for the hiss of the ramp before walking off. The sudden light blinded him. Ben raised his arm to guard the painful exposure for a few seconds. When he finally lowered it, he spotted his brown-robed uncle and the girl the droid spoke of. He imagined he would look uncomfortable if not for the roguish features he inherited from his father. They tended to make him appear rebellious against any adversity. 

As he cleared the field to approach his uncle, he spared the girl a hard look over. He heard the ship start up then, heard it leave him behind. He groaned inwardly.

[I]There goes my only ride off this dump,[/I] he thought, turning his side to Luke and sharing a final glance towards the fleeting gleam of the ship.

Ben pulled on his left eaerlobe out of distaste before addressing his unc- well maybe it was more appropriate to call him master now. He thought on it for a moment before replying, [b]"Hey... Uncle Luke. Thanks for taking me as your pad-Padawan... I think its called. Mom told me to say it."[/b] He admitted immediately afterwards.