The sky was dazzling and the air crisp in the cool down of the slowly but surely setting sun of Coruscant. The hundreds, if not thousands, of speeders and freighters traveled easily above glass domed penthouse ballroom of one of the planet's more prestigious hotels. Dozens of people mingled and mixed under the clear as day roof- laughter and music filling the air. Dresses glittering and hairs slicked back with various tongues being spoken while indulging on things not under their wallet. It was a rather formal event and much more showy than most thought the hosts were able to produce. All would see kind and up lifting should it not be the for hosts of the party not yet arriving.

The hosts of the party being credited to The First Order- currently the laughing stock of all the political parties; deemed nothing more than the pathetic mash of what was left of the now disbanded Empire. Many believing them to be nothing more than place holders until they were simply chipped away at and disappeared like the Empire before them. However, it would be known to the shadows that this mind set was far from being even remotely true. The First Order had simply been a fall back plan in the foreseen demise of the Empire. True, it had begun as weak and rather pathetic at how it began but as time passed the strength and hidden power swelled. Deals and whispered allegiances given to the Rise of The First Order- a much more promising and ruthless cause. For now The First Order would smile as needed, speak when needed and act as needed; simply waiting until their moment of power presented itself.

The ones behind the scene of The First Order should be arriving at any moment to enact their plans but those who knew of what was to come were more than willing to take their time in maintaining their appearances and bide their time. After all, what was to come was going to affect the Galaxy-may as well look good for it.

The bustling nature of Coruscant always seemed to leave Jorin on edge. Everything around him always seemed to be moving so fast while he was here, almost as if no one seemed to stop and just take it all in. Almost ironic that he of all people would be having that kind of a moment inside of what most people would just surmise he would successfully blend into the high paced antics of the city. Normally those people would have been incredibly accurate on their beliefs. Normally it was easy for him to blend into the crowds that appeared on the street level, for him to just be another casual citizen of the city-planet.

Today though, was a much different day. Today was his day to blend in with the high-class citizens of the world. To try and fight down the urge to be himself, and just smile politely. Make some small talk here and there, and be a good little representative to the First Order, while also being sent to protect one of the First Order's diplomats, on the off chance that sometime unfounded would happen. Slowly he made his way back from finding them some kind of refreshment that didn't make him want to bludgeon his own eyes out. Someone had actually tried to serve him water that was flavored with some kind of fruit, not that he paid the person any mind.

Approaching Solaras proved to be the most eventful moment of the evening. At least the person he was sent to protect would engage him in conversation that wasn't just people trying to make a mockery of the First Order. That was another thing that made him want to tear so many of these politicians heads off. They only saw the First Order as the cast-offs of the Empire. They didn't see that the First Order was so much more than that.

The smuggler extraordinaire did seem to clean up rather nicely, much to his own chagrin. The well tailored solid black suit with the First Order cufflinks suited him nicely, as he was actually clean shaven for once in what had to be over five years. The hair was meticulously worked into something that made him almost unrecognizable, as he sighed once he was standing next to his charge. He looked almost like he belonged in a suit such as this, giving off the appearance of someone much more noble, almost regal in stature. The entire opposite of his nature character in every single aspect.

"I swear, I'm going to just flip a coin and decide everyone's fate in this building. Heads they all die, tails they all get severely maimed." The normal humor in his voice was not present, as he made eye contact with the representative. Most, if not everyone in the First Order, knew who he was, having been one of the few people that had been there since before the beginning, and was more than willing to do any job they asked of him. "If another one of them asks me why we haven't just disbanded since the Empire fell years ago, I might just burn the building to the ground." The thought actually put a small like smirk across his face as he wanted nothing more than for people to take the Order more serious than they had been.

She's arrived clad in one of her nicer evening gowns; one that accented her form quite nicely. It was a floor length gown that hugged her hips and curves in such a fine way it could have only been made for her. Her face painted to perfection with her bright hazel eyes lined with black and her lips painted the exact shade of red of her down. Her hair was curled and pulled atop her head in a simple style that accented her features. Being a few inches taller than before due to the sizable heels under the glittering red gown but she thinks nothing of it as she stands and smiles at groups of people, letting the crass words roll off of her. It did take a bit of focus not to rip off one of her heels and stab it through the eye of the man currently trying to tell her of some war story to do with him doing a routine patrol during the Battle of Endor. Her white teeth showing as she nodded with pseudo curiosity.

Being one of the younger representatives of the First Order came with both it's perks and it's draw backs, such as the ones where had to bat her lengthened lashes and gaze at men much older than her with round curious coal lined eyes. With her lips set at an innocent pout most of those who she spoke saw her as nothing more than a face to which they used to stroke their own egos. She knew of the words they spoke of after she had left and the moment she grew to her limit with the man's on going story her hand rose in a gentle wave of the wrist, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "You need to go speak with the representative of Geonosis." She quietly stated as the older man stiffened a moment. He repeated her words before making his way through the crowd.

Solaras' heels clicked on the marbled floors to an outer point of the crowds, observing for a moment before her 'guard' arrived next to her. He presented her with a stronger than the fruit water drink, something she gently sipped on- leaving a red imprint upon the glass. "Thank you, Joran." She calmly stated as she pulled the glass to her lips again. The smirk that played on her lips was clearly evident as she watched the crowd with little interest. "I wouldn't go playing a game of chance in a room full of politicians, someone is going to claim it robbed their planet of an obnoxious amount of money and then cry war when it is revealed it didn't." Her words were laced with spite but played off as entertained by the way she rose a well groomed brow at the man.

Of course she knew exactly who this man was, Joran Jase the Smuggler and possibly Force Sensative canidate to be in charge or a much larger operation. She openly eyed him over for a moment before actually smiling at the remainder of his words. "Oh tish tosh Joran. You can't do that." She paused a moment before downing the rest of her glass in one fatal swig. She looked him dead on and with a small smirk continued, "The spa here is too nice." That innocent facade that was allowed to fall in her moment of peace returned as another younger man approached them. A less than pleased growl could be heard from the back of her throat as she straightened up and replaced the doe eyed look and pout upon her features. She rose the back of her hand to quietly say, "This guy is rather rude." As thought she were warning him of what was to come.

"Quite the party you've put on Solaras." The man smoothly stated as he, rather obnoxiously, looked her form over and all but licked his lips. He was the classic kind of human, tall, blonde hair blue eyes and some generic family name that no one really cared about. There was a slight twitch of Solaras' brow that disappeared as her she spoke. "Thank you. The First Order is more than willing to work with someone in charge." A snort escaped the man as he took another swig of the dark drink in his hand. "In charge? Is that what they are telling you,sweetheart?" Her jaw clenched at his words, her hands aching to send wave after wave of lightning through his body.

"It's true, it really is!" She exclaimed as her bottom lip came out, his eyes zoning in on it for a moment. "I'm one of The First Order's more trusted representatives. They wouldn't leave such an event to a no one." The man chuckled again, very visibly rolling his eyes at her before glancing at Joran. "Tch, and let me guess. You're one too right? Such a powerful member of The First Order right?" The emphasis on the latter words being full of sarcasm and mocking. The man took a step towards Joran, leaning in with his back to Solaras though not out of ear shot. "Tell me, why are you even here? Why not stop being dilussional and realize all that The First Order has to offer is nothing more than pathetic words and pipe dreams?" He glanced over his shoulder with a smug look at Solaras before looking back at the smuggler. "Do they at least let you fuck her? She's gotta be good right?" His words were crass and disgusting but still words none the less.

Solaras inhaled a moment to compose herself and stared at Joran while the other man's back was to her. Her eyes telling him to keep it together and play nice...yet, there was something underlying in her gaze. Something of satisfaction, as though she knew there was something coming the man's way and he had no idea. 'Just don't kill him.' That was all she desired at the moment- their plans would all come forth and it would be satisfaction enough.

Only on very few occasions had Joran felt he was being grossly underpaid for a job that he had been sent on. The first one was when he was little, which he fondly looked back on as the moment he grew up once he was told that the amount of pay that he received was more than others would have got. That put many things into perspective for his dealings with the New Order. The pride that had swelled through his body knowing he was what they considered the best, or at least that was how he rationalized the higher pay, was insurmountable.

The same could not be said about this moment in time. This particular moment not only made him want to tear the hair from his head, he was also undoubtedly going to be stuck here for an agonizing amount of time. The other people at this party were beneath their level, they only needed a swift kick the head to remember that, yet that was not what this party was about. Of course not, this was just another event to find out who our allies were, and who was the blatant enemy.

Once Solaras had slowly taken whatever the hell he had been given to drink, he allowed himself to take in the appearance of the mysterious woman he had been sent to protect. The dossier that had been given to him confirmed that she was a bit younger than him, but in the grand scheme of the night, they had to be two of the youngest people in the room. Of course the Order would send their younger members to this event, especially someone as attractive as Solaras just happened to be. Though that did seem to bring the double-edged sword. Before he had a real chance to respond a man had decided to make his obnoxious voice known to the duo.

The sheer way the man happened to be talking to Solaris was more than enough for Jorin to memorize the man's face. The sheer amount of murderous intent was just below the surface, begging to be unleashed on the man. Now, however, was just not the time for that. "I don't know what you have been told about the First Order, but she rose through the ranks faster than most other people, because she doesn't play the political games that most decide are needed. It's funny you dismiss her the way you do, as if I was a person to deal with fear, but if I did... Well the only real person in this room I would fear would be her." It never hurt to embellish people a little bit, even though he knew virtually nothing about her.

"If I was fucking her... Why would I tell such a story to an old man that probably can't even get it up, or else he would just have continued to talk to the Ambassador sent by the First Order. I think you have wasted our time for long enough, do enjoy the party though. Don't forget that it was you that said it was all just a pipe dream when one day you are looking up at First Order and begging to be allowed to join us." Slowly brushing past the man, he swiftly laced his right arm with the gorgeous Solaras' arm he smiled politely to the lady of the evening.

"I Feel like we should socialize with some people that actually know what they are talking about, unlike some of the... less than worthy people in this place. Honestly though, maybe an intelligence test wasn't such a bad idea after all? " This time it was his voice that was just loud enough for the man to hear, as he smiled at Solaras, knowing he was stirring the pot just a little too much almost. Looking into her eyes, he made sure she could only hear him for the next part of what he was saying, "Are we sure that I'm not allowed to maim just one? I'll settle on just one."

It took everything within her power not to have a full on smile plastered on her face and a mocking laugh to come from her throat. The look of absolute shock and anger on the blonde man's face was priceless and Solaras would give a few hundred credits to get a picture of his face in the moments of embellishment and noting upon fearing her. She was going to slip in a word of feigned innocence but Joran continued, much to her entertainment.

Solaras politely rose her hand to cover the smile on her lips before she ever so kindly took his arm. She smiled back at him just before looking over her shoulder with a mischievous little grin only to simply say, "Stay for the finale. You're going to love it." She winked at the red faced man gripping his glass a little too tightly before clasping her free hand over his arm linked with her, a smile on her face now as she looked around and spoke to him. "Oh, Joran, you flatter me too much. It all makes sense why they speak so highly of you~" She flirted towards him with batted lashes. "Perhaps you have a point. Although if we instated a test like that nearly everyone would be out of a job!" She giggled before leaning towards him for a moment in much quieter words. "Trust me when I say what is about to come is going to be better than maiming any of these people~" The koi tone should have caught his attention as it was not fitting to her character at all. Not the set of her eyes or the set of her shoulders. It was all so....powerful.

That momentary lapse disappeared as she pulled him towards the dance floor with a bright eyed look on her face. "Dance with me~" 'trust me. Her eyes and her words working together to convey a message as they very quickly found their way to the center of the dance floor. From here one could see quite a few of the faces within the ball room as well as the slowly setting sun that was just beginning to darken the sky. They danced for only a short amount of time as that powerful aura returned to her posture and features- she very clearly glancing around at the hall as more and more black uniforms trickled in and surrounded the outer ranks of the hall. She leaned in close to his ear with a wicked grin on her face, "Let the show begin."

It was instantaneous but very prominent. The sun lite room was suddenly thrown into a flash of darkness before most could adjust. Solaras stood still at the center of the dance floor, drinking in the fear upon people's features as their bright world was thrust into sudden darkness. It sent a delicious chill through her spine as a scream rang out of, "WHAT IS THAT!?" Many looked around but most found what caused the sudden darkness. Above them, in all that they could see through the glass dome was an Imperial Destroyer. Yet this...no this wasn't an Imperial Destroyer. It was a First Order Destroyer and it was far larger and more impressive than The Order's predecessor's.

Solaras grasped Joran's wrist, leading him towards the stage where others were already gathered. She gave him a side long glance, eyes now sharp and half lidded in satisfaction, before she took the stage. Her red gown glittering and drawing attention as she took center stage. Before she could even get a word in someone from the crowd shouted, "What is the meaning of this?!" Many voices clamoring in. She simply stood above them, looking down at them from her nose- waiting for them to quiet down.

When they didn't that spark of anger within her escaped, "QUIET." She commanded. Most were shocked that the innocent Solaras Apontha they knew was speaking to them in such a manner. "Now, ladies and gentlemen of the Republic. The time has come for a reawakening." She paused as she drew in everyone's attentions. Her form with hands folded in front of her and making herself small changed into something almost seductive as her body relaxed and fell into a more powerful stance. "The era of The First Order has risen from the ashes of The Empire. You all have been so bless to bare witness to this momentous occasion." Another voice rang out, "You traitorous bitch!" There was a flash of red from a hidden blaster in the crowd. Solaras didn't even flinch as another blaster blast shot out from behind her. The shots collided mid air, a minor explosion sending people screaming.

Solaras' eyes only widened with wicked delight as she tutted, "Tsk tsk tsk. I wouldn't try that again if you wanted to keep that ugly pig head attached to your shoulders." Her arms rose from her sides as the door opened and dozens of Storm Troopers filed into the room, the group of politicians pushing in upon one another to keep away from them. Scattered through out the Troopers were those in vicious haunting masks of black and chrome- weapons already alive and ready to bite.

Her arms lowered and the power seeped into her true voice. One hard and quite full of confidence. "Allow me to make this perfectly clear so that each and everyone of you ignorant fools may understand." Her shoulders squared off and her eyes narrowed.

"We, The First Order, are formally breaking the crude treaty placed, unwillingly, upon us in line with Republic Act 6P71-Q. Should you feel the need to attempt our destruction The First Order will bring it's full fury down upon all."

"You cannot do that!"

"Oh~" That wicked grin reappeared on her face as she casually gestured upwards to the slowly moving Destroyer above them. "But I can. Should you attempt battle The First Order's armada, lingering just beyond orbit, will not hesitate to bring out your complete and total annihilation."

There was nothing but silence, a satisfied sigh coming from her lips. "Now," she clasped her hands loudly, many jumping and whimpering. "Enjoy the rest of your party. It's certainly going to be the last on our account." With a definitive head nod the red clad woman moved off of the stage and towards the exit around the back side. She paused to look towards one of the black clad helmet wearers wielding an electrified pike. "Cut down anyone who is deemed a threat." The helmet spoke in a gravely voice, "Understood." Solaras glanced back at Joran, a nod of her head telling him to follow as she began down a set of stairs. "Come along, we have a speeder waiting a few floors down."

The shifts in character brought some intrigue into just who Solaras exactly was as she seemed to have moments of absolute authority. The way she seemingly was able to take control of the moment, exerting her authority, the slight tone change in her voice once she had leaned in close, practically flirting with him. Though he couldn't help but play along, as he felt he would enjoy staying on the better side of this women, especially if she was this willing to exert her authority in such a setting. "You know, I do love a women than can take charge." His lips curled upwards in a practical trademark smirk as he glanced around the room, taking in the atmosphere.

The powerful strides through their dance motions had momentarily caught him off guard, as he felt she was making sure that everyone at the party knew that they were the ones in charge. "You know, I feel I haven't flattered you enough, especially given the situation that seems to be rising all around us." Those black outfits caused his heart to swell for a moment. Everything started to click inside of his head, as this was going to be the Order's power play. Thought, he didn't know the extent of that play just yet, he felt he was going to find out. So much for being an unknown after this moment was the last thought that processed through his mind before everything slowly grew darker.

The Star Destroyer that hang just above them caused his lips to curl even more as a full blown smile crossed his face. 'So it's that serious then' Joran's thoughts trailed off as he felt his wrist being slowly pulled by someone he didn't figure would be able to budge him, though this women seemed to be full of more surprises than he could have imagined. The night was only beginning it seemed as he couldn't help but take the spot directly behind her on the stage. Maybe this mission wasn't going to be boring after all.

Joran felt mesmerized by the sudden shift in Solaras' body. Everything about her screamed power, something that he wasn't expecting from someone that just moments ago had been pouting. Scanning the crowd, everything started to move slowly around them as he toned her completely out. A man was obviously screaming something while in the same moment was pulling out a hidden blaster that apparently no one had checked for. Lucky for him, no one had checked him either as he felt his hand naturally rip his trademark sidearm from the inner pocket in his jacket. Two blasts had made contact in the middle of the air directly in front of hostess of the evening.

Suddenly his tunnel vision seemed to subside after the man was quickly grabbed and pulled away from the other party attendees by some of the Troopers. Slowly he took to standing directly beside the Lady in Red, as he looked over at her so that he could access the situation just a little better. They were going to show these common filth that when the First Order rose from the Ashes, it had no intention of ever being considered a second Empire. It was going to be so much more than that.

Taking the steps way faster than most people would have dressed in the attire he was in, his lips held a certain air to them that was much different than before. "Well... I never would have guessed that a first date would be just this much fun. You certainly know how to show a man a good time." Of course he no longer had to worry about not being himself, so naturally the tuxedo's top was completely discarded. The grey vest that had been fitted to him was untucked from the pants as he quickly unbutton the long sleeve shirt and rolled the sleeves up a bit.

"I guess I am to escort the Lady Extraordinaire back to her humble abode? Or do we have a more important matter to attend to? Ah fuck it, just tell me where we are heading, I don't need an extravagant plan that you no doubt have plotted out." Lifting his blaster up, he made sure that he sent one shot off towards the back left of the room without even looking in the direction. The blonde man that had been such a damned nuisance early fell to the ground, writing in pain. "I told you I was maiming at least one of these fuckers."

The pair made their way through the back ways, Solaras' dress held up in her hands for easier movement. She looked back at the now, far more casual, man with a crude smirk. "The fun is only beginning. You know the Republic slime aren't going to let their egos be hurt." She openly stated, not really caring if anyone else heard her.

He questioned her plans and their destination while only a groan came to her lips as the blonde from earlier cried in the now receeding ballroom behind them. "I swear, if you just started a war with Bespin by shooting him I'll strangle you before Supreme Leader can get to you." She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips as she began down the stairs. Her heels echo'd in the empty space with the scraping sound of her dress adding accents of sound.

They came to a door a few floors down at one of the landings, Solaras taking point and opening the door. They were hit with a sudden gust of cool evening air as the lights of Coruscant were coming to life as the sky died out. They moved quickly towards the sleek black speeder just a few steps away. "I'll fly you shoot." She calmly stated. She made an attempt at first to get into the speeder only to have her dress restrict her movements. "Oh son of a Kaminoian whore." She gathered the material up her legs- high enough to show up to her thigh...where a knife holster waited. She pulled the knife free and tore into the very likely expensive dress. The floor length gown changed into a mid thigh length dress as she threw the lower material to the side, an aggitated noise coming from her. "I really liked that dress too." Ah well, she'd be able to get more later.

She got into the speeder, turned it to life before glancing at Joran. "Hold on." The speeder whipped out into the lanes of traffic with ease, a few close calls with some of the larger freighters traveling but nothing life threatening. They'd been traveling for quite a moment before a few blaster shots fired past them.

This would be one of those moments Jorin would one day look back on with fondness... or maybe scorn depending on how things continued to proceed with Solaras, and he would remember they changed history. The hairs on his arms started to stand with anticipation, something those that actually knew him meant that his reflexes would become uncanny. "You know, it's weird... Normally I'm the one they call slime." The emphasis on the word they really spelled out how he felt about the New Republic.

"If I started a war with Bespin, then I will personally fly a ship to the planet and blow the damned place up myself." Looking over into her eyes, the sheer confidence in his own abilities radiated blindly in them. "They will not stop the First Order, I will make sure of that." Continuing down the stairs at the pace they were headed, he wondered just where exactly everything was going to lead them from this point onward. "Though, I don't think anything will exactly matter after this point. This will mark the beginning of the War, you and I both know that. Let those that think they matter fight over which side they want to make alliances with as in the end it will not even matter. We both know that as well."

"Oi! You watch your language. It's unbecoming of a lady to say the word whore." Jorin had to force himself not to chuckle as he looked at the knife she withdrew a knife from her thigh. "You know, most girls don't show this much skin before they really get to know a guy." His lips curled upwards as he slid into the seat next to her. "I think the new dress suits you a bit more. Matches the way you hold yourself in front of people when you don't have to pretend to be a different person."

A few blaster shots flew through the sky above their heads as he groaned a bit. Now it was his turn to probably give her a surprise as he rolled onto his back in the seat, practically leaning over the middle and into her seat. "Sorry, gonna need a bigger gun for this." Reaching into the bottom of both legs of his pants, he slowly pulled out two pieces of metal and set them on the ground, as he pulled himself back into his own seat. The final major piece of the gun he had craftily broken into three parts was removed from his back, with the tape making him wince a bit.

As another shot whizzed just a bit closer than the last two came over head, he sighed as he twist the metal into the proper places. Taking one deep breath, he actually placed his legs over the center console of the speeder and spun his body onto his stomach, while starting to aim with the E-11 that he had hidden on his body just on the chance of things getting out of hand. "I know this might sound a like I'm coming on to you, but when I need to reload, I have a clip in my pocket, and will need you to get it for me."

Taking a deep breath, everything in the world seemed to slow around him once more as he pulled the trigger of the weapon he was wielding in the direction of the closest speeder that happened to be chasing them. The shot ripped through the sky as it blasted the steering wheel the driver was holding into nothingness. He watched the ship dive bomb towards the ground out of control, and then a small explosion seemed to emanate from somewhere on the ground, probably damaging a few buildings in the process. The world returned to full speed as he focused to see if any more were going to be chasing them after that.

The confidence in his words was refreshing and truly did show his faith in their cause-in The First Order. Although his comment upon her being a lady led her to pointing to tip of the knife at him, looking at him through her lashes. "Oh I am no lady." With that they both got into the speeder. His comment about this being a better look causing her to chuckle a bit as she remembered he had no idea who she actually was. "Tch, you should see what I wear on the regular~" She thought of her black mask waiting back on The Destroyer or her standard dark attire. Perhaps it came off as flirting but it was a touch more as her being entertained by the idea of his shock when he realized her actual power position as a Knight of Ren.

She resisted making a comment as his head was suddenly nearly in her lap. She simply glanced down at him with an open mouthed smirk before returning to zipping in and out of the traffic casually flowing in and around the city planet. As another shot zipped closer to then her patience was beginning to ride thin, "Any day now!" She exclaimed as she dropped the speeder before leveling out again. Her skin pricked a moment as he re positioned himself- he was using The Force even if he didn't know it. A hidden smirk grew into a visable smile as the sound of the crashing speeder came to ears. "Still need me to grab your clip?" She casually asked as the adrenaline pumped into her veins. "SHIT." She exclaimed as a blockade decided to make itself known just a few dozen feet ahead of them. "HOLD ON." The bright spot lights of the larger ships shining on them as her right hand grabbed the back of his shirt while her left hand easily gripped the steering wheel, sending their speeder to the right and into a new flow of traffic with some trick driving and several trick turns and drops. The turn would have either sprawled him across the seats or simply thrown off balance, it really depended on him.

"You alright?" She asked in a far more rushed tone as their speed had significantly increased in and out of traffic. It was very clear they were being chased at that moment by far more than just one speeder. "I'm actually shocked at the intensity of these Republic idiots. Got any ideas?" She questioned as she yanked the steering wheel once again to the right and into an enclosed high way system where her weaving in and out of traffic continued.

"You know, it takes more than a second to reconstruct a weapon that you had to have taped to your body in various places!" The sudden jerking motion of the speeder, along with her hand now grasping his shirt in the frantic matter that she had, he kept his body steady as he felt he could trust her while flying in such a manner, though he would probably never admit that. "Kinda hard to shoot with you driving like a maniac... Wanna... you know... Let me get a clear shot? Just a thought!"

The sharp turn that she decided to take threw him directly into her lap as he didn't even flinch as he noticed where they were at. "Wanna do something bang out of order?" Reaching down he grasped the seat belt and strapped her in, pulling the lever tight so that she was entirely secured, while wrapping his legs around her legs a little tighter than would be expected in this scenario. "You may or may not trust me, but this will work... or maybe it won't and you will have to scrape me up from the sidewalk down below." Placing his hands on top of her hands, he took a deep breath as he pulled up on the controls, while looking directly behind them with a smirk.

Abruptly they were suddenly turned upside down, right above one of their pursuers. Once more he felt the world shift into the slower state of mind as his hands moved free from the controls, and unwound his legs from hers. He felt the gravity of the planet take hold of him, just as he become a free falling person, though that didn't matter as he landed upside down in the lap of another person in the other speeder, this time in the passenger's seat. With the sudden hijacking in progress, he placed his blaster pistol into the throat of the person who's lap he landed in, not giving his victim the opportunity to respond.

"SHIT!" The pilot suddenly yelled as he looked panicked that the intruder had just murdered the passenger of the speeder. Slowly kicking the dead body from the speeder, Jorin only looked at the man, before placing his free hand on the controls. No crappy one liners here, as he placed the pistol to the man's head and pulled the trigger. Though, what he hadn't noticed was the man had pulled his own blaster out and managed to get a shot off before he could fire his own shot. He felt his right arm tingle in a massive pain, as the shot had singed through his clothing with the hit.

"FUCK!" The wound wasn't a life threatening one, but would definitely leave him in pain for a long while, not to mention he now had a pretty big wound on his right shoulder. "That's it... I'm killing them all!" He screamed in rage as he started blindly firing towards the chasing speeders with his only good arm, while attempting to maneuver the speeder with his kenes, something that would definitely be the death of him one of these days.

Her brow arched as he spoke about doing something out of order. Solaras watched him carefully as he spoke about not trusting him. She'd never admit it but something very faintly and distantly in the back of her mind whispered, 'I do trust you.' before she snuffed out the voice. she allowed him to buckle him in, grasping what he was doing on a moment too late as he was already yanking upwards on the steering wheel. Her hands remained grasped tight on the wheel as the speeder was taken upside and back around in a loop. Her brown curls piled on her head now lose and whipping behind her as she rode out the loop to behind the speeder where Joran had landed and right between two other chasing speeders.

She looked to her left and then to her right before letting out a string of curses. She clenched her teeth a moment as a blaster bolt zipped just in front of her face. Her face snapped towards the left while her right hand rose directly towards the other speeder. Both of their steering wheels jerking in the direction away from her and either into buildings or into other speeders in the flow of traffic with them. The tension in her chest only grew as she faced forward again to see Joran ahead and below her receive a blaster wound. She growled at the back of her throat as he screamed loud enough for her to hear. Her held air exhaled a moment as she allowed her own Force to reach out towards him. She pushed for a moment before she was surrounded by the sensation that was him- she was within his mind. "Joran, calm down. You're going to get hurt. Just drive straight for another moment." Her hands unbuckled her body from the seat while she pulled off a heel- wedging it into the forward thruster to hold it steady, the stabilization on her speeder keeping her level. She threw her other heel carelessly over her shoulder before Solaras found herself on the front edge of the speeder, her hair whipping behind her and her body crouched waiting for the right moment.

Before she knew it her legs uncoiled from under her, The Force giving her an extra push as she free fell for a moment before landing hard on the seat next to him. "FUCKING OW." She loudly exclaimed as her teeth clattered together from the hard jolt of a landing. "Eyes forward Joran. I've got the gun. Just get us out of here and to come coverage would you?!" Her smaller hands pulled his blaster from his hand before she took position in the seat, fully facing the other direction. "Are you alright?" She asked as she shot down another speeder. There was only two left and soon to be none if they could get out of there fast. She glanced at him, assessing the wound. "Do you want to to fly?" It was less of a question on his capabilities but more of a question on his ability to stay conscious. She took aim at the second to last speeder before the blaster clicked out. "Where is that clip at again." She questioned as she carefully watched the other speeders to avoid blaster shots. She'd prefer not to reveal her Force status to the man just yet but she would if there was no other choice.

The rage enveloped Joran in such a way that it almost seemed like he was able to keep his control better while it this frame of mind, or at least for the moment. "I AM CALM!" He screamed in the moment, not realizing that she had been talking inside of his head, nor did that matter as he just assumed she was yelling at him. Turning his attention back to driving, he completely ignored the pain in his shoulder as he placed his hands back on the controls. "There, happy!?" The pistol had been discarded to the floorboard as he felt something land on the side of his speeder.

Glancing over at her, just to make sure that he didn't have more Repbulic scum to take care of, he sighed as she looked over him. "Landing always sucks. Just another day in the life. This isn't the worst the Republic has done, nor will it be the worst I've ever had. I figure you'll probably do more damage to me than them." Slowly he reach into his pocket with his good hand and pulled out two clips, as he looked over at her. "Last two. Make them count." He continued to drive the speeder forward, now focusing everything he could on that. Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head as he smirked.

"I should warn you of what I plan to do, but... then you might try to stop me." Pushing the forward thrust to the maximum amount that the speeder could ramp up to, he weaved through traffic expertly as he was heading directly into a cluster of buildings, as he drew the speeder lower and lower towards the ground. "How good is your aim when diving off of fast moving objects? Cause we can easily bail out of this, and just find something that will get us off world." The speeder scrapped the side of a building as he turned the ship sideways after he pressed the button to auto-engage the seat belts. "Though, I doubt they will continue the pursuit where we are going." They were heading towards the shadier side of the planet, the underbelly essentially.

Solaras openly rolled her eyes as his emotions ran high- mostly upon that of anger. Somewhere in the back of her head she noted that he might have made a good Sith back in the day.

"You're going to get us both killed with your antics if you keep it up." She shot back at his comment of her doing more damage to him than those chasing him. Her eyes dropped down to his shoulder then to the two clips he was giving her. She reloaded the gun with a familiar ease before she took aim once more. She fired off carefully aimed shots, her first one missing just above the head of one of the drivers. It did have the affect of making the driver steer away, she took aim to the falling body that got dislodged in the jerking away. He splattered quite nicely on the windshield of a larger speeder. She took aim a bit lover than the driver- aiming for the speeder itself. She smirked as the thing went up in flames and dropped out the sky faster than a bird during hunting season.

She snapped her head at him mildy angry, "What in the seven hells do you plan on doing Joran?!" She'd already seen the shit he'd done with her in the span of a few hours and something in her gut told her it was only going to get more and more reckless. She gripped the seat that her chest was pressed against tighter as they declined in altitude at a fast pace. She couldn't really get a good shot as the last speeder attempted to follow them. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep drawn in breath before raising the gun and opening her eyes. She squeezed the trigger and watched with a smirk as the speeder, not rather high above them, burst into flames.

She sat forward once again with a smirk, "Well I don't think we need to worry about them following us anymore." Somewhere behind them the sound of a speeder scrapping past other vehicles and towards the ground in a firey ball could be heard. She realized where he was taking them, flashes of a life she cared to ignore coming before her eyes.

A hard look came across her features and her voice seemed to drop into something less than happy. "If we go to the ground of this planet we need to ditch the speeder and we need to find something to get us out of the atmosphere. Somewhere high above them the Destroyer was still hovering low in the skies of Coruscant. "There." She pointed to a vivid glowing opening in the side of one of the buildings- a parking garage. "We should be able to find something in there. " She looked towards him with somehow still perfect makeup and wind whipped hair that only looked normal on her. "Do you know how to hotwire a star ship?" Yes, she was being entirely serious.

Pulling the speeder down towards the parking garage he gently put her down on the edge of the building, knowing full well it would fall off after they got out of the vehicle and gave it a small push. Stepping out of the somewhat beat up speeder he shrugged his good shoulder while glancing at her sideways. "I do believe we aren't dead. Also there are eight hells, get it right." The traditional smirk that graced his features far too much plastered itself firmly across his features.

"Do I know how to hotwire a star ship? What is this, preschool smuggling class? Of course I know how to hotwire a ship. Do you not know how to hotwire a ship?" Turning the question back on her might have been a bit of a mistake, but that didn't matter to him at this point. Slowly he pressed his foot against the speeder so that he could destroy the evidence of whatever someone would call everything that had just happened. He wondered just how much damage they had done to the planet, and how quickly it would be rebuilt.

"Though, I will say this... I would prefer a smaller ship, something a little more discreet that a speeder that screams, "Hey Republic dickwads, we're right here! Though I feel we should get you something to cover you a bit up before we decide to jump aboard that Destroyer. Most people probably won't take you as serious if they see you dressed in such a way." Noticing her makeup was picture fucking perfect also caused him to snicker while heading off towards a ship that would suit him. "I love casually stealing a ship. The owners always seem to want to try and kill you... It's just so invigorating."

The seat belt unbuckled under her touch, allowing her to escape the speeder. A chill went up her body as her bare feet touched the chilled floor of the hangar. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she took a few steps inside of the open space- looking for something that would fit their needs. She shot him a devious look as he mocked her question. She turned towards him with brow high and hands on her hips. Though she was much shorter now than before she did give off quite the aura. "Look here smuggler. Do you want your other shoulder getting blown out because you didn't have someone covering you again?"

She ignored the falling of the speeder as she continued to glare at the man for another moment before turning back towards the ships. Something small. The words echod gently in her mind as she eliminated various ships. She spoke without thinking as he mentioned her needing to cover up, "If someone doesn't take me seriously I'll break their arms." She realized he was already heading for a ship, following after him with a hard look on her face. "You get off on some weird shit, smuggler."

"Note to self, don't take the short one seriously under any circumstance." Joran's voice rang with a playful tone, as this was just how he dealt with near death experiences. Make jokes that bring the level back down to a calm nature. Looking over at her with a smile now, he offered his other arm to her. "I figure you want to break this right about now." Looking into her eyes, as he knew she would turn to glare at him, he sighed.

"However unlikely a duo we may be, it does seem we at least do work decently together. Though I doubt we will probably be paired back up again, I'm sure I will see you around. Small galaxy and all. I figure everything is going to be put into a more heightened pace, yes? So that will mean I will be sent out to get a few more recruits, and then sail off on something a little more interesting than that." Pointing off towards the right end of the garage, he smirked as he found the ship he wanted.

It was a solid black small little shuttle ship that was very indiscriminate. Running over towards the machine, he immediately started the process of splicing wires while looking over towards her. "Would you kindly jump in and start it when I give you the signal?" He asked from behind the panel he had pulled off the underside of the ship that he had rolled underneath. "Come on... speak to me... tell me where..." Reaching through all the wires, he fiddled around a few more cords before finding the two he particularly needed.

Solaras clenched her jaw at not only his comment of her height but also at how he lacked a sense of seriousness. She eyed his arm for a moment, resisting the urge to at least jab him in the ribs with her elbow. She glared a moment before rolling her eyes once more with a slight smirk on her face. "As much as I'd like to I don't think Supreme Leader would care for one of his best smugglers being injured by a mere politician. Bad for business." She subtly joked back.

She actually smiled as he spoke about them never meeting again. She, of course, knew that wasn't going to be the case yet she couldn't say anything just yet. "I'm sure we will meet again Joran. What are you going to miss me?" She teased as she followed after him towards the ship. She nodded in approval. "Whatever you need, smuggler." She casually responded as she slipped into the ship. It was actually quite nice inside- clearly someone who knew how to get money. She sat down in the pilot seat, looking through what few compartments there were until something jumped out at her from the corner of her eye. She turned to see a cloak draped over the co pilots seat. Solaras smirked for a moment before standing and shrugging on the piece of clothing. It was clearly too big for her but it would work and it was black- even better.

She disregarded it as she settled back down into the captain's seat again waiting for Joran's signal.

"I doubt that. I feel I am the expendable one, whereas you probably are far more important to his cause. I'm just a replaceable Mercenary." While most of his missions did send him out as a smuggler, he was more of a mercenary in the fact that he was damn good at firing a gun under pressure. "Though I do thank you for the boost to my ego. I am the best, just saying." He chuckled as he pressed the two frayed wires together and felt the ship come to life as he quickly forced the cords together with some electrical tape that he always held onto.

Pulling himself from under the ship, he slid into the ship with relative ease as he looked over at her. "Miss you? But of course, you did practically start a Galactic War, so I'm damned envious of that. I don't have that ability, unlike some people I have made an acquaintance with today." With an audible noise, he practically tried to break the seat as he crashed his body down onto it, not really caring if it broke or not. "Though I must say, I did envision the day going a bit different."

Motioning with his hands, he pantomimed boring senators talking among each other as he narrated. "Look at me, I'm so important, the Republic needs me." Quickly he motioned with his injured arm as he sighed. "Most Republic politicians have their own head so far up their ass it isn't even funny. At least we actually have politicians that don't require someone else to do all their dirty work. What else do you do besides politicking?"

She couldn't help but be some what amused by his words, covering the smile with a hand as she looked at him when he came into view. "Well maybe if you kept your head a bit more then you'd have the power that I do." Or if you used The Force you'd do even more damage.' She mused to herself. She tilted her head a moment before questioning, "How did you imagine this day going?" She prayed he wasn't going to be vulgar because she just might break his nose if he was.

His pantomime did break her out of her negative thoughts and a chuckle to escape her. She thoughts on how to answer his question as she leaned back in her chair for another moment. She couldn't tell him she killed people and trained an elite team... "Oh, you know. Girl things." Smooth Solaras, smooth.

"I figured I would be dealing with an annoying politician that didn't know how to remove their own head from their ass. Figured it was going to be more babysitting than, you know... Work. Most people know I'm not exactly the most patient person." That brought back the memory of Snoke's reprimand over him protecting some senator who was just convinced he was going to be assassinated. That thought was almost entirely true because at one point, Joran remembered wanting to shoot the bastard himself. Good thing not even a week later, Joran was sent by their Supreme Leader on that very mission.

"Girl things you say? Painting your fingernails? Applying flawless makeup that withstands high speed chases, along with five story jumps?" Joran smiled a bit as he lean the seat back while looking at the interior more closely. "Ah you have got to be shitting me." Of course it would be his ship. Why wouldn't it be his ship. "Whelp. Once we get aboard the mothership, maybe we can drop this ship back to the planet... so you know, we don't have to deal with the owner later."