Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker

After going for a long run and an even longer workout, Ben finally made it back to his room and collapsed onto his bed.

The message light was blinking on his comm.

"Finally," he muttered, waving it over to him. It'd been weeks since he'd heard anything from home. Not that he thought Jacen would call, but Master Horn had promised to keep him updated on what was happening.

He pressed the button to play the message, expelling a breath he didn't know he was holding when Master Corran Horn's image floated in front of him. A message from Jacen would have been hard to hear. And a message from his father would have been unrealistic.

Ben ignored the pang that realization gave him.

Five minutes later, after listening three times to Master Horn's message just to make sure his ears weren't messing with him, Ben began to wonder if hearing from Jacen might not have been the better choice.

"Jacen's taken the academy hostage," he repeated aloud, just in case that would help it sink in.

It didn't.

[OOC: Door's cracked, post is open!]