Ben had plenty of reasons why he didn't particularly like that planet. It was where the scavenger girl came from, where that stormtrooper defected, where he lost the droid that started everything. And then there was the village and the old man - the one who told him thst he couldn't escape his family.
He glanced over at Han.
The old bastard was right, even in his dying breaths. The anger rose from deep within him - old habits dying hard - and he punched a hole in the nearest wall.
"I'll load everything of value I can find in that compartment I was training in. You can go through it later."
He stormed off without another word, but he did what he said, and he combed the deserted ship thoroughly too. Every weapon he could locate, a few spare parts, data pads and the like were all waiting for Han in a pile right where he said it would be.
He even scraped up what he could salvage of the rathar. Whenever Han found him again, he was in the galley aboard the Falcon, dangling a piece of rancor flesh over one of his lightsaber's crossguard vents in a very odd attempt at roasting.
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Date: 2016-07-23 04:39 pm (UTC)Ben had plenty of reasons why he didn't particularly like that planet. It was where the scavenger girl came from, where that stormtrooper defected, where he lost the droid that started everything. And then there was the village and the old man - the one who told him thst he couldn't escape his family.
He glanced over at Han.
The old bastard was right, even in his dying breaths. The anger rose from deep within him - old habits dying hard - and he punched a hole in the nearest wall.
"I'll load everything of value I can find in that compartment I was training in. You can go through it later."
He stormed off without another word, but he did what he said, and he combed the deserted ship thoroughly too. Every weapon he could locate, a few spare parts, data pads and the like were all waiting for Han in a pile right where he said it would be.
He even scraped up what he could salvage of the rathar. Whenever Han found him again, he was in the galley aboard the Falcon, dangling a piece of rancor flesh over one of his lightsaber's crossguard vents in a very odd attempt at roasting.