[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

Ben sped through Coruscant, the metal world whizzing by in blurs of bronze, silver, and copper. Immersed in the Force, the young descendant of Anakin Skywalker felt the danger ahead. They: the padawans, could be heard now. Their whimpers was meshed with the sound of scraping metal, the cringe of sharp, pointed steel on Coruscant's titanic metal surface. 

A sense of urgency sent him even faster into motion, until his hair, robes, and skin felt like a flicker on his body. He burst through and came to a stop, looking upon the smaller, canine-like animals that surrounded the ship. A few were larger than the rest but they all looked alike. Silver fur with a line of black fall down its spine and tail. They were numerous, he counted a dozen himself. 

Ben ignited his lightsaber, its powerful crackle brought the attention of the beasts to him and away from the padawans held up in the ship. 

[color=red][b]"You've picked the wrong children to mess with,"[/b][/color] he thought, eyeing them and absently wondering what they doing there. 

A large one snarled maliciously at the three, the others fell into order and did the same. They were now all focused on them and all Ben could do was smile. He reveled in the thought, in the chance that he'd be able to let out all his anger instead of holding it in. He didn't care how reckless it would be, he'd go all out today and crush this beast. 

He snapped a hand forward and with the Force crushed the windpipe of the beast that had growled first. Afterwards, its body went them and lifless. The sizzle of his ligthsaber burned, awaiting the next to fall to the princling.