Luke walked through the halls of the ship, trying to get used to it. He was still a little out of sorts, his mind filled with a lot of questions that weren't necessarily easy to get answers to. He could still feel the Force, fortunately, and kept in close communication with it as he explored the vessel.

It looked as though it had once been state of the art, although the technology wasn't readily recognizable to him. Now, however, it reminded him a little of the Millenium Falcon-run down and with a lot of broken parts. He just hoped that all the necessary parts kept working to keep them all alive.

He kept alert for any of his fellow passengers-he might as well get to know them if they were going to be here a while. He already knew that no one from his family was here. He couldn't sense their presence. He did still feel his Force bond with Mara, and sometimes tried to send anything he could to her through their connection in hopes she would feel it, but he knew she was far away from here.

Luke kept an eye out for any of the ship's officers as well. He wasn't his father in terms of mechanical ability, that was certain-but he could still help to a fair degree. He could use a combination of the Force and his own innate skill to learn what he could and try to help with repairs if they wanted him to.