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[b][color=red][h3][I]Ben Solo[/I][/h3]20 | Jedi Knight[/color][/b][/center]

[indent][indent]In the depths of his mind, where the ebbs of the Force flowed chaotic and distorted, time was a mere construct meant to be ignored. A young Ben turned to see Darth Vader approaching, his gaits echoed by the shallow breathing of his apparatus. His black-clad hand swayed very meticulously through the air, a stark line of red came to life amongst the dusk. 

[color=red][i]Grandfather, am I ready? is the time now?[/i][/color]

A pale wisp of air escaped his mouth vents. Betrayal surged into Ben, a foul emotion that was equal-parts rage and sadness. He accepted them somberly, a mission or inherited vendetta that he had no right to deny. [color=red][i]I will not disappoint you, Grandfather. The Dark Side guides me and your lingering will aims my fury. I will strike true against Luke's new order.[/i][/color]

Rolling thunder began to sound, dangerous clouds gathered overhead. A booming, guttural, [b]"NO! YOU WILL WAIT!"[/b] exploded from within them. 

Ben gave the amassing Dark Side energy his full attention, a terrible sweat grasped him. Darth Vader had mysteriously vanished. Had fear swept aside his manifestation? or was it the always stalking presence of this Dark Side entity? Ben managed to gather some form of bravery against it. [color=red][b]"Who are you? what do you want?"[/b][/color] 

The storm recoiled, bolstering its already massive structure then rushed at him, surrounding him, consuming him, finding his deepest of desires. It pressed on his connection to Odette, on his longing for his mother and father. Then it fed the anger and passion, the desire for control, the mastery of manipulation that had recently bloomed. 

Once it was satisfied, the storm fell into a dark fog around Ben's feet. It uttered in that guttural, mountainous voice, [b]"You, Heir to Vader. I want youuuu."[/b] 

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An uncounted number of blessed intakes of breath filled the air. Odetta's voice reached him, gave him the teeniest bit of comfort but it nearly fell on deaf ears. The Light she pushed on him was repelled by a Darkness, both his own and not. It was a dense wall, a turbulent construct that fought back with daggers that shredded her attempt. Still, calm had become present in, Ben Solo's eyes. His body laxed, his lightsaber deactivated. 

Luke, who had become tense, dropped his guard and deactivated his own lightsaber. [color=lightgreen][b]"Ben, what have you done here?"[/b][/color] 


Ben considered his options, his answers. Odetta deserved more than what his was, more than what he was planning to do. A piece of him, very faint, ached terribly, but it was soon snuffed out by the Dark Side. He slid his arm from her grasp and smiled at Luke Skywalker, galactic hero, and soon-to-be Last Jedi. He forsook his outer robe and attached his lightsaber hilt to the magnetic clasp on his belt. [color=red][b]"Nothing, Uncle Luke. I've done nothing ... yet."[/b][/color]

He made it to the high-ledge of the arena and dropped down to the temple grounds. [color=red][b]"I'm tired,"[/b][/color] he announced. [color=red][b]"I'm heading to bed."[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]