Galen smiled a bit. At least Gaia seemed to agree with him that an easy life wasn't much fun. Still, there were times when he did wish his life was more normal and easy than what it had become. But the Force, destiny, fate, whatever you wanted to call it, seemed to have a plan for him and that was to get the Rebels to join forces to take on the Empire. "The harder achievements are to make, the more pride we can take in the success of them," he said.
He began climbing the stairs to her floor her room was on. He did have muscles yes. Nonstop training had hardened his entire body into a lethal killing machine. And under the clothes he wore, jeans a long sleeve shirt, were the scars he had collected over the years of servitude for Vader. Now they reminded him to never be manipulated and used again. Not if he could help it at least.
"I find it a bit slow. Most of the lifts I've grown use to go much faster than that one. Though they have to given how large some of the buildings and ships are." The former Apprentice was gathering quickly that this whole time period was not the one Gaia was from. She seemed to come from a much more primitive time. At her question, he nodded some. "I do up on the sixth floor. Though after I am certain the few friends I have here are okay, I'll probably be leaving to collect my thoughts and try to meditate to remember more about my past before I was abducted as a young boy." He had already heard his father's voice on Kashyyyk. But Galen wanted to see if he could remember anything about his mother.