The Bar at the End of the Universe

Ben Skywalker's in his (black) GAG uniform when he walks in, including an open (black) jacket with its SKYWALKER name tag. He showered back on base, though, and his hair's still damp.

He's sleepy, paying less attention to his surroundings, which is why he's mildly startled to see Milliways instead of his room in Jacen's apartment.

It's not unwelcome, though, and he heads straight to the bar -- to pause with his hand upon the surface.

"...huh. You're not her. Can you still get me a hot chocolate?"

Apparently, Mike can, and though it's not quite as amazing as Bar's, Ben appreciates it; the mug warms his hands as he sits on a stool sipping from it.

The only approval you need in your life is your own.

Ben enters the bar not in his usual Jedi robes, but in black fatigues with a 'SKYWALKER' name tag and a junior lieutenant's insignia on his shoulder. His red hair's just been cut, too, short enough to emphasise the small braid on his left side.

(Lekauf tried to persuade him to get a buzz cut, and Ben almost fell for it before the corporal laughed.)

It's still morning, nine or so for him, but he's been up since two and he's pleased to see Milliways -- somewhere he can relax after that raid on the Corellian district.

"Caf, please," he says to Bar, and smiles when it appears. "Thanks."

Ben coughs rather heavily as he enters the bar, clothes dusty and dirty from the riot at the Corellian embassy, and isn't surprised at all to find himself here instead of in the kitchen in Jacen's apartment.

He slowly weaves his way to Bar, and blinks in realisation when he gets there. The water supply in his area of Coruscant is contaminated, presumably by Corellians, so a shower at home is out of the question.

But Milliways isn't connected to the same water supply.

"A room key and a glass of water, please," he says rather hoarsely to Bar, and pats her gratefully when they arrive.

He'll stay and drink the water before heading upstairs.

[ OOM: the day after the explosion on Coruscant, Jacen sends Ben on an assignment. ]

Ben stops just inside the door and looks around, disoriented. He was deep in thought and expected to walk into Jacen's apartment, so it's weird to feel the usual mild chaos of Milliways instead.

Still, it's only been a few days for him since he was last here, so he quickly adjusts and makes his way to Bar, smiling softly.

He drops a few credcoins on her surface to pay a little of his tab, then says, "Chocolate milkshake, please."

He gets a small milkshake, and a nice healthy sandwich for lunch.

"...thanks."

Ben notices the transition from shuttle to bar as he steps through the door from the cockpit, but he pays it little attention. His mind is focused on the pain in his stomach that still makes him wince every so often ... and the question he can't quite seem to answer, the confusion of why did Nelani have to die?

He doesn't understand it, it's not fair -- Nelani was nice, a good Jedi, and that other woman, Brisha whatever-her-last-name-was, she was okay too. But that stupid Sith killed them.

Sure, Jacen killed the stupid Sith afterwards -- but that doesn't make it fair.

"Hey," he greets Bar as he climbs on a stool. "Can I get a hot chocolate? Thanks."

[oom: sometimes you're still a kid playing at being a jedi ... and sometimes, you're not. Rated C for Kriffin' Corellians, N for Not'droids, and A for ANGST.]


There's a noise, at the ceiling. Probably a familiar noise, to a lot of people; a very unique buzz, wavering as the blade causing it cuts through something.

Then there's a hole in the ceiling, just for a moment, just long enough for a teenage boy to clamber through to sit on the rafters -- and be rather shocked to find himself here, at the end of the universe, and not in a room on a space station by Corellia.

But the shock fades into relief, through his tears, and he shuts off his lightsaber, hooks it back onto his belt -- and stays there. He sits on one of the rafters, back against a support with one knee drawn up to his chest, as curled up into his bundle of cloak, tunic and bag as he can be.

He can't quite do that trick of shutting himself off in the Force anymore, not in this state; he's broadcasting quite loudly.

He doesn't care.



[open for tags all day plz; if i'm afk, i will pick it up. thank you. ♥ (eta [12.30pm]: going into city! will return on wireless in an hour, hopefully.)]