"Then my time would be better spent meditating." He huffed. There may have been a little fear in his voice - wondering what he might do if Han insisted he pilot them toward the crash site. "Fetch me when we drop out of hyperspace."
And with that, he up and left. (Definitely his parents' son...)
When they did get closer to Han's previous ship, Ben was as ready as he would ever be. He'd shredded part of his cape and, with his hood, used it as a mask to obscure his face. He'd torn the sleeves off his shirt and made it into a vest. It was the best disguise he could cobble together with dark Jedi robes.
He also had answers, or at least insights.
"If you're looking for survivors, there aren't any." He reported. "Rathtars are probably be dead too. I can't find anything..."
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Date: 2016-07-14 06:14 pm (UTC)And with that, he up and left. (Definitely his parents' son...)
When they did get closer to Han's previous ship, Ben was as ready as he would ever be. He'd shredded part of his cape and, with his hood, used it as a mask to obscure his face. He'd torn the sleeves off his shirt and made it into a vest. It was the best disguise he could cobble together with dark Jedi robes.
He also had answers, or at least insights.
"If you're looking for survivors, there aren't any." He reported. "Rathtars are probably be dead too. I can't find anything..."