WHO: Starkiller Galen Malek and Hobgoblin Harry Osborn. WHAT: Sharing tech? WHERE: Harry's house. WHEN: Friday Afternoon. RATING: Low.
Kenobi would have been proud. Insanely proud with the progress he has made. So many opportunities where he meditated and didn't just stab someone. Then there was Barbara too, where she'd be proud that he was making a friend, and not punching some mouthy old guy in his stupid mouth. Though, he didn't think this newer person was old. Closer to his age. Though this repulsorlift tech in his glider had Galen overly interested. He had a motorbike, but that had wheels and was insanely archaic. So something that could float and fly - this held some great interest to Galen.
Grabbing both of his lightsabers, it was a short walk to Harry. Harry was his name right? He thought he heard that somewhere. Saw it? Regardless, they would get introduced.
Arriving at the house, he thought was right, Galen walked up and knocked. Galen wasted no time on coming. Still wearing loose pants and a plain t-shirt, Galen looked out to the snow holding both weapons in his hand, having no where to clip them to on his pants. Once the door opened he turned to the person. "Hello." Formalities? "Uh.." Shifting one of the hilts so he was holding both in a single hand, he offered his right hand. "Sta- Galen." Using his real name. Still some cases remaining attached to the codename his master gave him. "My name is Galen Marek." Once their hands parted from each other, he held up the two lightsaber hilts in his left hand. "And these are lightsabers."