Ben kept to the least reputable areas of Republic City. It was easier to find the parts he needed there and, more importantly, to avoid notice. It wasn't just that he didn't want to be recognized as Prince Ben Organa-Solo. He needed to avoid notice since he had no money of his own.
He smiled slightly when he saw the power core. It was exactly the kind he needed. It was far too small for a ship but clearly more powerful than any speeder had a right to be. He walked casually over to the shop. "Which model is that?" he asked, easily drawing the dealer into a conversation.
Several minutes later, he picked up the part. "You were already paid for this," he murmured. He waited just long enough for the togruta to repeat the phrase back before he left, prize in hand.
He smiled slightly when he saw the power core. It was exactly the kind he needed. It was far too small for a ship but clearly more powerful than any speeder had a right to be. He walked casually over to the shop. "Which model is that?" he asked, easily drawing the dealer into a conversation.
Several minutes later, he picked up the part. "You were already paid for this," he murmured. He waited just long enough for the togruta to repeat the phrase back before he left, prize in hand.
Ben fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. He was meant to meet Dr. Matthias in the hospital lobby. He didn't want any more treatments. They weren't helping. Ben was pretty sure they were actually making everything worse. But the doctors wouldn't listen to him and he wouldn't see his family again for months.
His head hurt. It had been hurting for almost a week now. His parents sent him to the Academy to learn to control his abilities. He'd never felt less in control. He hadn't learned to block people out. Instead, it felt like everyone was getting louder. It had started making it hard to sleep. Sometimes, he couldn't tell the difference between what someone said and what they just thought. He wanted to go home.
His head hurt. It had been hurting for almost a week now. His parents sent him to the Academy to learn to control his abilities. He'd never felt less in control. He hadn't learned to block people out. Instead, it felt like everyone was getting louder. It had started making it hard to sleep. Sometimes, he couldn't tell the difference between what someone said and what they just thought. He wanted to go home.