[center][h2]Ben Solo[/h2][/center] [I]Three years have passed. Three long years. I still can't believe it sometimes. Master Luke, Odette, the Jedi... All of it. We're all one underneath the banner of the Force. Its crazy, over-the-top, and alluring all at the same time.[/I] Ben felt the curls of his hair touch his face, his hands were atop the other on his lap as he sat in the common area. Though he appeared tense, the opposite was the truth. In the Force, he was as calm as [i]he [/i]possibly could be. It was a battle that the Master and himself had been working on, tugging and pulling on his alignment in the Force. Now that he was older, Luke had explained it to him... to an extent. He could sense that the Master was holding something back, keeping a vital part of the truth from him. The best way he could describe it to Luke was feeling trapped in a massive storm, gray and thundering. When he buried himself in serenity, found his center... he was at the calm, the eye was where he rested. When he found that place, he felt invincible. That was rare though. Ben was startled by Odette when she came in the room, it was obvious on his hardened, lean face. [I]Tsk![/I] [color=red][b]"Dammit, Odette. I thought you were the Master."[/b][/color] he admitted with a tinge of worry. Had Luke come in, Ben probably would have assumed he had felt his indecision in the Force. He raked his lengthy hair back uselessly, the strands fell back down quickly. Over the years he felt his attachment to her becoming stronger. She was everything he wasn't. Decisive, saintly, and beautiful in every way. As she sat down next to him, Ben leaned back against the steel to admire her slyly. [color=red][b]"If it is, we have a lot of work ahead of us,"[/b][/color] he told her, staring at her. [color=red][b]"Can you even imagine how hard it'd be trying to build a temple? I can't even see it being feasible with just the three of us. The padawans aren't ready."[/b][/color] He nudged his head towards the group of his gawking peers. [color=red][b]" Besides,"[/b][/color] he said, sitting up and leaning forward. [color=red][b]"I'm not interested in dead people or books. Your grandfather, your legacy is worth diving into. Obi-Wan Kenobi; besides Luke he was the single most instrumental piece in bringing down the Empire. The great light of the Republic..."[/b][/color] He tightened his jaw at the unpleasant thought that bubbled to the surface next. His hair fell across cheeks and hid his ghostly expression; the cool light gave his pale skin an ethereal focus. [color=red][b]"Mines however, is barely important. Anakin, what was he? some random Jedi who randomly flew ships? Luke doesn't speak about him much and my mom never mentions a thing him about at home. Hell, my pops is more known for his shady dealings than my grandfather being a Jedi. Why would-no why [i]should[/i] I care about a faceless name."[/b][/color] The young Solo stood up, his wide sleeves hanging over his arms; his daunting height and slim build filled his earthen robes nicely. He felt angry all of a sudden, as if he wanted to lash out at the fragile ship with the force. However, he restrained himself from doing so upon seeing Luke standing in the door way, his trusty companion Artoo beside him, beeping and reprimanding him comically. Ben chuckled. A few years ago he would have never thought he'd become such fast friends with a droid. [color=red][b]"Oh hush before scrap you,"[/b][/color] he teased, rubbing at his earlobe as he did. [color=red][b]"Are we almost there, Master?"[/b][/color] [color=yellow][b]"It won't be too long now. I came back here to remind you guys to ready the others. Once we land, you two will be in charge of setting up camp."[/b][/color] Ben felt like he was lying but he went along with it anyway, at times, he felt like his Uncle and himself were keeping things from Odette. It was a mutual, silent, agreement to not speak on his obvious struggle. [color=red][b]"Right, I'll leave that to Odette. I'm more of the defender type, not the babysitter type."[/b][/color]