[Ben hadn’t set out to be a part of his mother’s Resistance but somehow, he’d found himself being dragged into it almost against his will. He’d spent a large portion of his childhood and teenage years being resentful of the fact that Leia always seemed to have abundant time for the universe but when it came to her own child, she never seemed to know what to do with him.
Well, up until the day when she’d shipped him off to train with his uncle Luke that was. Ben had tried to fit in there at his uncle’s Jedi Academy but even there amongst other younglings who could harness the same mystical abilities as him, he couldn’t ever seem to manage to fit in.
And that was the story of his life, wasn’t it? Being the odd one out, the guy who tended to subtly make those around him uneasy without even trying who never quite fit in anywhere. Maybe the Resistance with its rag tag group of equally out of place misfits was the perfect place for him.
Hearing that familiar voice call out to him, Ben looked up from the A-Wing deflector shield generator he’d been tinkering with. He’d always enjoyed tinkering with machinery and tended to find them easier to deal with than other people. But Poe Dameron wasn’t just anyone. He was one of the few people Ben Solo counted as an actual friend.] Yeah, sure thing, what’s up?
[The taller man asked as he crossed over to Poe’s fighter.]
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Well, up until the day when she’d shipped him off to train with his uncle Luke that was. Ben had tried to fit in there at his uncle’s Jedi Academy but even there amongst other younglings who could harness the same mystical abilities as him, he couldn’t ever seem to manage to fit in.
And that was the story of his life, wasn’t it? Being the odd one out, the guy who tended to subtly make those around him uneasy without even trying who never quite fit in anywhere. Maybe the Resistance with its rag tag group of equally out of place misfits was the perfect place for him.
Hearing that familiar voice call out to him, Ben looked up from the A-Wing deflector shield generator he’d been tinkering with. He’d always enjoyed tinkering with machinery and tended to find them easier to deal with than other people. But Poe Dameron wasn’t just anyone. He was one of the few people Ben Solo counted as an actual friend.] Yeah, sure thing, what’s up?
[The taller man asked as he crossed over to Poe’s fighter.]