Aboard the Mrs. Morgan [a few weeks after the last time]

What had been a project to keep his hands busy and get his comlink to work again (yes, Ender had told him it wouldn't contact anyone. Ben was a Skywalker and was therefore convinced that if he just fiddled with something and/or smacked it hard enough (Han's influence) he could do it anyway) had become, as the anniversary of his mother's death loomed closer, an obsession to talk to someone at home again.

Or Jaina. Or Granddad. Ben wasn't going to be picky.

And that's how he'd gotten here: sitting in the middle of their room, surrounded by screws and bits of electronics, and cursing a blue streak in Twi'lek.

He couldn't fix it.

"Kuso!" he snapped, throwing the comlink to shatter against the wall.

[OOC: For the boy!]