This is being edited and reworked as of December 16, 2017. I am just improving the texts and writing for I found I was missing quite a few details. I hope you all enjoy this.

Ben was walking through the halls of the new building. It was a simple building on some island in Kashyyyk that was quite pleasant with plenty of greenery and rivers around. It seemed like a beautiful place to spend the next few years with training. He was being guided around and shown the many doors. Some had markings, identifying what they were. There was medical, indoor training rooms, kitchen, washrooms and dining hall. Ben's Uncle Luke walked in front of him, as he explained information regarding the building.

Ben was barely listening to his uncle, more just thinking about the new situation. His mother had sent him away to learn from his Uncle. A man who was in charge of the next generation of Jedi by themselves. Ben did notice that he had grown quite a bit since he had last seen his uncle a few years prior. It was at least 5 inches taller than Luke, but he suppose that is what happens when the last time you see your relatives was before puberty.

There were students, varying in ages younger than he was. They were gawking at him as he passed following Luke. He nodded to them as they walked between the rooms.

"-hall for dinner at 6, provided by Lirri." Luke finished as Ben looked forward again. He raised a dark brow as Luke looked to him.

"Lirri? That sounds like a bizarre name to give a droid." Ben remarked as they continued walking until they reached a room marked with the number 6. Bright blue eyes that were still youthful even with the wrinkles and show of age around them connected with Ben's dark brown eyes.

"Lirri is more of my assistant. She's a senior student that helps with the demonstrations, but mainly cooks and tends the medic needs due to the sheer amount of students." Luke explained as he opened the door with a small wooshing noise. The pair walked in, with Luke going first. Ben's head was about an inch from hitting the door as he saw how generic the room was. To the left corner, there was a bed with white sheets and a couple of pillows. A desk was provided with stationary available, although the first page had a "Welcome to the island Ben!" note in unfamiliar handwriting that was under an empty window sill. At the foot of the bed was a small trunk and on the right side of the room, a closet.

At the side of the trunk was the duffel bag that had been taken off the ship and carried here for him so he could have the full tour by his uncle.

"We'll be having dinner soon if you'd like to join us tonight. I know you may be tired. You can talk with Lirri in regards to food allergies that you have." Luke said as Ben bit his lip, fighting back the response that his uncle should know his allergies. Luke gave him a soft smile as he put his left hand on Ben's shoulder.

"I am happy to see you, I hope the time here will be good to help you grow and learn your skills."

"I hope so as well." Ben spoke as he was left alone in the bare room. He laid on the bed as he contemplated everything that had happened in the last few days. Logically, he knew that he should have left to train much sooner but his Mother insisted on him staying around. She allowed him to freely test his training as she supplemented the best she could with her minimum experience. Ben wouldn't say it, but he was glad he was gone from his parents. They spent most of their time arguing with each other before Han would storm away and leave Leia crying. Or on occasion, the opposite where Han would drink and tell his son that marriage life wasn't good.

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Lirri had been bustling around the kitchen, trying to complete dinner for tonight for all the Padawans. Normally, that wouldn't be an issue but there was a Padawan who was sick as could be so she was trying to run between the two while also keeping hygiene up as to not spread the illness.

Her short dark auburn hair was pushed back with a headband so she could focus. There was a large bowl of mixed vegetables with oil and spices as she felt the sudden feeling that something was happening in the medical room. Cussing, Lirri tossed the trays of vegetable into the oven's lowest rack with a couple chickens on the rack above. She was thankful it was a large enough oven to feed everyone in one go.

Lirri cussed under her breath as she headed to the medical room. She found the boy, a Magnar trying to get out of the bed. Nearly toppling over as Lirri caught him and escorted him back to the bed.

"I just want to get back to training. Why can't I be healed?"

"Your immune system cannot strengthen if we healed this away. Now lay down and rest. There is water beside you and I will bring you food later. I'll try to bring some books or other entertainment for you tonight."

Magnar nodded weakly as she pressed a cold compress on his forehead. She waited until the padawan drifted off to sleep before washing her hands and arms as she glanced to the clock and time.

Lirri couldn't remember how long the food had been in but she was worried about it burning as she chose to run down the hall to the kitchen, thinking to herself what she needed to do.

The next moment her body collided with the ground as she let out a string of curses before she peeked an eye open and sat up on the ground. There was another person on the floor too. Lirri crawled over to the dark haired boy as she rubbed his head. "Please don't have a concussion." she pleaded. "This is not what I need today."

Brown eyes opened to her as she let out a loud sigh of relief before pulling a tiny flashlight out of her pocket as the man sat up beside her as he scowled. She shone it in both eyes as he responded normally to the light as she moved it. Lirri wouldn't state it, but the boy had lovely brown eyes.

"Okay sorry about that. You seem all good but just in case, do you know your name?" Lirri asked as she stood up. "I'm Lirri."

"Ben. Ben Solo." He quietly spoke as Lirri held her hand out to help him up. He took it cautiously as she smiled at him.

"Well Ben, it's a pleasure to meet you in person. Everything looks okay but if you feel unwell, let me know." His larger hands were soft as she flushed and looked up at him. He was a good head taller than she was. Immediately her mind told her that he'd have to lean down to ever be face to face with her or whisper.

Reluctantly, she let go of his hand as she started walking backwards towards the table. "I'll… see you at dinner?" she offered before turning and running to the kitchens to make sure nothing was too burnt.