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Ben Skywalker was trying to meditate, and failing spectacularly.

The Room of a Thousand Fountains – or, more accurately, on the ship’s reproduction of the room at the Temple, which was itself a replica of the Old Republic’s Temple Room of a Thousand Fountains – was designed to be as relaxing as possible, filled with waterfalls and shallow pools that rippled in the soft lights. But even in this familiar pocket of the ship, his mind remained stubbornly unblankable. His emotions, he knew, were an open book of pain, regret, confusion, loss, and even fear and anger toward Coruscant’s invaders. Jedi Knights were meant to have control of their feelings at all times, but, then again, most Jedi Knights didn’t have to relive the destruction of the galaxy.

He sighed, and admitted to himself that meditation was out of the question. There was too much to think about – could the Ohm be stopped, how was this crew supposed to stop them, should they be stopped at all, should someone talk to them, why were they doing this, how were the Daligig resisting them, why were the Daligig resisting them, where was Vestara anyway, what was the ship meant to do, why was the ship revealing memories now, had that really been his memory, had it really happened -- to put it all aside. And more than that… Ben needed reassurance from the Force. It was unquestionably childish, but after reliving that much death, what he wanted more than anything was the comfort of feeling the lives left on board this ship.

Ben closed his eyes and reached out in the Force, searching through the Force for his family, for the survivors from his own galaxy, and for the beings he’d met since his release from hibernation. He brushed each of their minds briefly, just enjoying the fact that they were there, not caught up in the cracking of a planet or smashed by enemy starships. They were alive and luminous in the Force – and that, more than anything in the Room of a Thousand Fountains – let him begin to relax.

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This mind would be a bit louder, and mixed with emotions. There was still pain, guilt and regret laced throughout his very being. Definite anger toward the Ohm. But there were more recent corners of joy and shreds of peace newly forming. He didn't feel as dead and empty as he had been when he first was on board, or even after nightmares, and learning his own memories.

Dean wandered in, staring at the surroundings. The fountains were rather relaxing to look at, peaceful. He then noticed Ben, and debated on saying something. Kid looked in the middle of something. So he just made a throat clearing noise to get his attention.

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It was hard to ignore your child's pain. It had had a particular sense through the Force when Ben had brushed against Luke's mind, and in response he'd come to find his son. Feeling a bit guilty that he hadn't spent more time with his son on board, but knowing at the same time that Ben was sixteen now and also completely capable of taking care of himself, Luke came up the steps to this level of the Temple. It had a different layout than the one he was familiar with, but the effect was similar. One of calm, closeness with the Force.

And with the turmoil he was sensing in his son's mind, Luke figured Ben needed that.

"It's just me," he called softly, spotting Ben sitting among rippling reflections cast by the light on the water and making his way over. Luke didn't hide the concern in his voice or his presence. There were definitely some instances in which a Jedi was more than allowed to drop the mystique. "What's going on, Ben?"

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Vestara was quietly pleased by the Temple's elegance; she kept her head forward, not looking sideways or upward at the ornate fixtures, as much as she wanted to.

The room seemed to call to her, and once inside, it took Ves a moment to contain her amazement.

There were other presences here. There was one she knew in particular. Ves quietly made her way to Ben Skywalker.

"You look uncommonly pensive," she sneered, sitting down and allowing nearby water to trickle over her fingers. "Considering a modeling career?"

Not that he's attractive or anything. Eugh.