"All right." Surprisingly, there was little argument from Ben.

When they landed in the spaceport, he followed behind his father, trying pretty hard to look like he knew what he was doing or that he belonged. He tried not to look around so much, instead using the Force to take in his surroundings.

The moon was dirty, the air thick. Neon lights clashed with the darkness. There was something about the energy of the place that made his skin crawl, but not necessarily in a bad way.