(Disclaimer of: Guess what, we both get to make up a lot of head canon and "What the fuck was really going on" so I hope ur ready to roll with it.
Ben is about 24 possibly gettin close to 25. So I guess that makes Rey 14 gettin' ready to hit 15. (JFC I had to change that i forgot they are an even 10 ish to 11 years apart) U want anything changed plz tell me)
[ It'd been a few months since the start of his "vacation".
A vacation Ben Solo was not happy about, quite frankly, it felt more like some strange punishment from his parents.
Jedi training had been-- going. Ben was gaining control over his powers more and more everyday, but that had come with the caveat of he was gaining in power everyday as well. Something which had unnerved his uncle, his uncle who had been far more mirthful when Ben had met him in his youth. A breath of fresh air compared to his stern mother and flighty father. Open and willing to tell the story of how they had saved the galaxy over and over and over (with sound effects! and customized voices!) no matter how many times he'd demanded it as a child.
Things had changed, however. Things always changed.
He was sent to Luke out of his mother's fear of him and the darkness growing in him. And Luke had quickly experienced what she had been living with. He'd curbed the fits, honed the raw potential in him-- but the darkness still lingered.
And one morning he had been awoken by Chewbacca, who'd dragged him to have breakfast. He thought he was hallucinating or that this was some trick by his uncle until he saw Luke Skywalker himself, sitting alone and looking... small and sad. Disappointed.
Ben had very little time to ponder on the sight before his father scruffed his hand through his hair and then he was sure he was hallucinating. He hadn't seen his father in years, but here he was. Not a holo or a distant voice. Solid and real and ...crying?
By the time his mother had arrived, lunch had become a spectacle. The other students wandered out to speak with Han Solo the rebel general (Which he insisted he wasn't, of course) and Ben was sure this was some strange dream. Much like the visions he'd been seeing during quiet times of day or in his deepest sleeps. But Leia swoops in all regal grace and gathers him in her arms and speaks apologies and begs for forgiveness.
'We'd left you alone for too long.'
He isn't sure what's happened, he's certain he's done something wrong no matter how often everyone insists he hasn't. And soon Chewbacca had guided him on to his father's ship and his things are being brought onboard with him.
His father and mother finally explain that he'll be spending sometime with Han. Just a bit until some things are taken care of, the fall out from the revelation that Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader were one in the same had settled, and after Ben himself had been... 'rested'.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Luke-- looked older somehow. Exhausted. Ben realizes it was his doing. He'd caused something to shift in Luke. He was afraid to leave, afraid he'd failed once again, that he'd been too broken to carry on the family legacy with pride-- Luke, of course, sees all of that and rests a hand on Ben's shoulder.
'When you're ready, come back.'
And with that, and a few other padawans tearful farewells, Ben was off with his Father and Chewbacca.
Not the Falcon, of course. That's the first thing his father explains to him when they hit Hyperspace, his old piece of junk had been stolen a few years back and he'd been unable to track it down. Ben makes a remark about how he's surprised anyone wants that hunk of shit and it earns him a hydrospanner to the head.
And from there-- well. Again. It was "vacation" but it wasn't. He was effectively part of his father's crew. His father kept him close, but sometimes he'd work with larger groups. His mother would check in and insist she wanted to know nothing about what was going on and Ben was happy to not specify any of the bare legal trouble his father was getting into. He'd already had to fly them out of several close calls and that... had been interesting.
And really, it's Ben's idle hands and mind that leads him to searching through communications and signals and the holonet to find a loose thread that leads him to finding out who may be in possession of Han's prized ship.
'Jakku? Who would take the Falcon there?' Han sounds insulted that his ship is rotting in the middle of a desert and Ben can only shrug.
Like. Seriously Dad. Your ship sucks it deserves to rot in a desert.
But with that discovery, Han gives him that smile he hadn't seen in years and claps a hand around his shoulders.
'That's my Ben.'
And he feels some of that darkness chased away, if only for a moment.
And that-- is currently how Ben Solo finds himself in a Jakku trading post.
Fortunately, despite the buzz surrounding his mother's connection to Darth Vader, Ben Solo's face isn't widely known. The only reason he sticks out in the trading post is his height and specific grooming. Well, all that and any discerning eye looking towards the suspicious weapon hanging from his belt. His father insisted he go off and mingle, but that has never been his strong suit. Instead he kind of. Looms. Unintentionally.
His comm crackles and he can hear his father's voice saying they haven't located exactly where the Falcon is at this point. And-- of fucking course he's trying to do this in some strange low profile of "trying not to be suspicious but it Really does look suspicious when a man wearing a terrible disguise and a wookiee are wandering around and inquiring about ships that appeared mysteriously and may or may not be stolen" which, for the record, isn't working terribly well. He's got bets that this is going to end with them having to high tail this out of here at hyperspeed and there's going to be cursing and yelling and Chewbacca screaming at them both.
But you know. At least Ben is getting some....
"fresh" air.
Maybe he should call his mom and tell her exactly what Han Solo is getting up to, because at least it would get him out of this fucking desert air which is Definitely making his hair frizz and look Atrocious. ]
the fucking bible of a tag
Ben is about 24 possibly gettin close to 25. So I guess that makes Rey 14 gettin' ready to hit 15. (JFC I had to change that i forgot they are an even 10 ish to 11 years apart) U want anything changed plz tell me)
[ It'd been a few months since the start of his "vacation".
A vacation Ben Solo was not happy about, quite frankly, it felt more like some strange punishment from his parents.
Jedi training had been-- going. Ben was gaining control over his powers more and more everyday, but that had come with the caveat of he was gaining in power everyday as well. Something which had unnerved his uncle, his uncle who had been far more mirthful when Ben had met him in his youth. A breath of fresh air compared to his stern mother and flighty father. Open and willing to tell the story of how they had saved the galaxy over and over and over (with sound effects! and customized voices!) no matter how many times he'd demanded it as a child.
Things had changed, however. Things always changed.
He was sent to Luke out of his mother's fear of him and the darkness growing in him. And Luke had quickly experienced what she had been living with. He'd curbed the fits, honed the raw potential in him-- but the darkness still lingered.
And one morning he had been awoken by Chewbacca, who'd dragged him to have breakfast. He thought he was hallucinating or that this was some trick by his uncle until he saw Luke Skywalker himself, sitting alone and looking... small and sad. Disappointed.
Ben had very little time to ponder on the sight before his father scruffed his hand through his hair and then he was sure he was hallucinating. He hadn't seen his father in years, but here he was. Not a holo or a distant voice. Solid and real and ...crying?
By the time his mother had arrived, lunch had become a spectacle. The other students wandered out to speak with Han Solo the rebel general (Which he insisted he wasn't, of course) and Ben was sure this was some strange dream. Much like the visions he'd been seeing during quiet times of day or in his deepest sleeps. But Leia swoops in all regal grace and gathers him in her arms and speaks apologies and begs for forgiveness.
'We'd left you alone for too long.'
He isn't sure what's happened, he's certain he's done something wrong no matter how often everyone insists he hasn't. And soon Chewbacca had guided him on to his father's ship and his things are being brought onboard with him.
His father and mother finally explain that he'll be spending sometime with Han. Just a bit until some things are taken care of, the fall out from the revelation that Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader were one in the same had settled, and after Ben himself had been... 'rested'.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Luke-- looked older somehow. Exhausted. Ben realizes it was his doing. He'd caused something to shift in Luke. He was afraid to leave, afraid he'd failed once again, that he'd been too broken to carry on the family legacy with pride-- Luke, of course, sees all of that and rests a hand on Ben's shoulder.
'When you're ready, come back.'
And with that, and a few other padawans tearful farewells, Ben was off with his Father and Chewbacca.
Not the Falcon, of course. That's the first thing his father explains to him when they hit Hyperspace, his old piece of junk had been stolen a few years back and he'd been unable to track it down. Ben makes a remark about how he's surprised anyone wants that hunk of shit and it earns him a hydrospanner to the head.
And from there-- well. Again. It was "vacation" but it wasn't. He was effectively part of his father's crew. His father kept him close, but sometimes he'd work with larger groups. His mother would check in and insist she wanted to know nothing about what was going on and Ben was happy to not specify any of the bare legal trouble his father was getting into. He'd already had to fly them out of several close calls and that... had been interesting.
And really, it's Ben's idle hands and mind that leads him to searching through communications and signals and the holonet to find a loose thread that leads him to finding out who may be in possession of Han's prized ship.
'Jakku? Who would take the Falcon there?' Han sounds insulted that his ship is rotting in the middle of a desert and Ben can only shrug.
Like. Seriously Dad. Your ship sucks it deserves to rot in a desert.
But with that discovery, Han gives him that smile he hadn't seen in years and claps a hand around his shoulders.
'That's my Ben.'
And he feels some of that darkness chased away, if only for a moment.
And that-- is currently how Ben Solo finds himself in a Jakku trading post.
Fortunately, despite the buzz surrounding his mother's connection to Darth Vader, Ben Solo's face isn't widely known. The only reason he sticks out in the trading post is his height and specific grooming. Well, all that and any discerning eye looking towards the suspicious weapon hanging from his belt. His father insisted he go off and mingle, but that has never been his strong suit. Instead he kind of. Looms. Unintentionally.
His comm crackles and he can hear his father's voice saying they haven't located exactly where the Falcon is at this point. And-- of fucking course he's trying to do this in some strange low profile of "trying not to be suspicious but it Really does look suspicious when a man wearing a terrible disguise and a wookiee are wandering around and inquiring about ships that appeared mysteriously and may or may not be stolen" which, for the record, isn't working terribly well. He's got bets that this is going to end with them having to high tail this out of here at hyperspeed and there's going to be cursing and yelling and Chewbacca screaming at them both.
But you know. At least Ben is getting some....
"fresh" air.
Maybe he should call his mom and tell her exactly what Han Solo is getting up to, because at least it would get him out of this fucking desert air which is Definitely making his hair frizz and look Atrocious. ]