[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

Ben remained a step or two behind Odette as Luke spoke to them. He lowered his eyes at the mention of his mother's involvement. How long had it been since he's seen her? Heard from her? Far too long, he decided. A small part of him felt contempt for Luke's communication with her. All he had was that holophoto of her, the one that was always perched on his sidetable. She was the first thing he saw when he woke up a lot of the time. 

[color=red][b]"So the Princess has decided to help her general... How typical,"[/b][/color] he sneered under his breath, his arms crossing his chest as he mentally put walls between them. 

The weathered Luke seemed to notice his discomfort; showing it in the form of a small, uninterrupting glance towards his direction. When he continued on without skipping a beat, Ben knew that Luke was going to let it pass. He always did. His eyes soon slid to the obscured direction of his bedroom. The small shack had been his home for so long that he had wondered if he had, imprinted some darkness in there. It wouldn't be too much, nothing to worry about... but it would be akin to having a skeleton in the closet. 

Ben soon went to work on his own lightsaber, feeling incapable of speaking kindly after hearing his mother's attachment with Luke and not him. Emotions were supposedly the way to the Dark Side but since speaking with Odette, he had decided to embrace every feeling that was conjured from his situation. Because of this, his mediatation was... distracting. 

Unease palpitated from him, though his face remained steeled and smooth. He focused on the components that littered his space. Dark pieces of metal along with slender pieces of cooper and gold begun to float and bob in front of him. The Force was at work around him and the blue crystal he had found was positioned directly across from his nose. It was the only still piece in a whirlwind of electronics and metals. 

Eventually the Force gave him a vision for the lightsaber, it wasn't perfection, not by a long-shot but it was good enough for his first. The mostly black handle of his lightsaber was a bit too-long. It was about a hand-and-a-half, with wire thin pieces of cooper lining the sides and a thick ring of gold near its single exhaust port. When it was done, Ben held it with a single hand, ignited it with a flick of his thumb, and spun it in succession. The sizzling hum brought a feeling of pride to him as it seared the air.

Odd's eyes laid on him, so he flickered his own towards her; a gentle, accomplished smile was on his lean face. [color=red][b]"Your lightsaber looks... well its looks... like you."[/b][/color] His voice sounded awkward and kinda embarrassed as he said so. [color=red][b]"I'm heading to the ship now,"[/b][/color] he spoke aloud, feeling no need for goodbyes to the Padawans or Luke. 

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The ship was placed in the same clearing. It brought back memeories of his arrival but also feelings of his departure. Once close enough, he could feel his mother in the Force, nearby on the ship. He was frozen for a moment but quickly tossed it aside in hopes of seeing her inside. With a dash of preternatural speed, he neared the ship, opened the ramp, and hurried inside. The hull was empty, all except the BB droids and the essentials. Ben almost lashed out in anger at his own foolishness but before he could, thought of Odette and calmed himself. 

[color=red][I]Why? Why the hell did I feel her...[/I][/color]