[center][b][color=red][h3][I]Ben Solo[/I][/h3]18 | Padawan | Dagobah[/color][/b][/center]

Ben was knelt in a mush of mud and damp fauna. Odette's question was one he had been asking himself. It was there... stuck in the back of his head since he had seen that jet black, sleek aircraft. That TIE variable. The TIE was once a vessel used by the Empire. So why was it back in operation? He had thought that perhaps some scavenger had fixed one up. He hoped he was right. 

To answer Odd's question, Ben shrugged his shoulders and stepped out onto the Second Temple's clearing. Powerful vines and roots curled out and into the soil. Patches here and there seemed barren, dead. Ben narrowed his eyes at the three story trek up the crumbling steps. [color=red][b]"What you're thinking might be right... if it does happen that they are, than as Jedi... we'll deal with it."[/b][/color] A certain steel was in his voice, a kind of assuredness that had been tempered by his latest visions. 

He wondered, what would be inside? 

That wonderment was soon tampered by the whoosh of another TIE fighter and its drop down into the misty swamps of Dagaboh nearby. Ben frowned, his brow raised. [color=red][b]"Let's hurry inside, Odd."[/b][/color]