[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

Ben sat in the chair next to Odette at the controls. He wasn't good at piloting but he had an extensive knowledge of operations and ship mechanics, especially the mechanics of his mother's vessels. Tinkering kept him busy when he was adamant about spending time with his mother or on the Millennium Falcon with Han. So it was no wonder when his arms shot up and around to make sure everything was and would run smoothly. 

He glanced over at Odette and shot her a knowing, almost cocky smirk. 

When the ship lurched forward into hyperspace, Ben stood from his chair and started to check the rest of the ship out. His mother was notoriously meticulous so he knew she had a plan for ever contingency. He wondered if she had a place for meditation set up or some for combat training droid stored somewhere. He paused in the middle of the hull and felt Bee-Bee Ate's persistent eye on him. Its large optic stared as if seeing something he hadn't. 

[color=red][b]"Keeping staring and I'll pluck it out."[/b][/color] he mumbled casually, though joking in all honesty. 

It whirled with noise, spinning around in a full circle before taking off towards a dark space, one that shied from the luminous lights of the bridge. Ben walked in and turned on the light. The room was a small kitchen and mediation area combination. One half was meant for preparing meals, the other, for cultivating oneself in the Force. 

[color=red][b]"Odette,"[/b][/color] he called out to loudly. [color=red][b]"Don't you wanna make me a meal... something healthy?"[/b][/color] he asked her with tease tinge to his tone, his back still facing her.