Aaron shrugged as he left the others. He made his way to the portside lander, and took a seat. He took his Lightsaber from his hip and began taking a mental note of his gear. He had a small bag slung to his back with his clothing in it, and wore his cloak over everything else he had. His mother's people had taught her to keep only what she needed on herself at any time due to their need to move around as much as they did. And carrying little allowed you to move faster. But then again his mother had him, so they had not moved around very often.<br/><br/>Sitting there he stared at his weapon, removing the power pack before slipping it into his utility belt. He examined the weapon, studying it's construction slowly as he passed the time. Anything it took to keep his mind off the thoughts of his mother. When he'd grown bored with that he slipped it back to his belt and closed his eyes, breathing slowly. He let his mind wander from the circumstances around him, reaching out into the vastness that was the Force.