A flawless eyebrow rose as he spoke about politicians and about past missions. She leaned back in the seat, adjusting the cloak a bit before grinning. "Well I guess a politician who just started a war, got into a high speed chase and high jacked another star ship would shake things up for some people." She mused as a hand ran through her curled locks. Having it down made her feel quite odd but she left that thought for another time.

Solaras rolled her eyes as he snarked at her. "Well I didn't think answering with studying other planetary systems' economic and government systems would be a good answer." She flipped a bit of hair over her shoulder batting her lashes at him, "Well it's just a good primer and sealer didn't you know?" The innocent voice returned as she faked the airheaded character again. She smiled and faced forward before she paused. She stared for a moment, her lips falling into a line once more. She slowly turned her head towards him.

"You just hot wired your own ship didn't you."

"I mean, you are probably the first politician that I haven't wanted to just murder, so that's a massive plus. I mean, when you put it like that, you might be the only politician I actually respect at this point." Slowly he stood up in the ship and maneuvered around the ship, now searching for a few things. "If I know one thing about this person... Well... He knows we have his ship." He sighed as he started to rummage through everything he could possibly move around.

"I mean, I wouldn't call you a boring person, but I would definitely say that I wouldn't be caught dead doing that. Know how I study a planet? Landing on it, and moving around in the shadows. It's a better method than what you probably learn from the outside. Most places have shadier sides than you could ever imagine." A shiver moved down his spine as he pulled a bag out of the compartment with posters of wanted criminals on different systems.

"I wish I had... that would have been a better alternative to this. It's nothing to worry about now, but eventually it might catch up to us. But alas, that is a story that is much to boring for someone of your stature." Couldn't reveal that he was once apart of the Rebel Alliance, before he crossed this man's path. The less she knew about him the better.

"Yes but the sheer joy of watching someone's face fall when you comment on their failing exports and dwindling importing infront of dozens of representatives who thought their ties with that planet would be beneficial to them...well it's entertaining to say the least." She smirked as she thought back to the first time she'd done it. "I find moving through the shadows it the best way to crush a singular person while looking at the big picture crushes an entire planet."

She eyed the bag he pulled out before watching him carefully before placing her hands on the controls, bringing the ship to life. Her hands easily pulled on a headset system as she flicked various switches- the pur of the engine calming her a bit. With ease she brought the ship airborne and re entered into the stream of traffic of Coruscant, her eyes on the look out for Republic dogs. She snorted at him as she slowly rose to the higher beams of traffic. "Should we just destroy the damn thing?" She even gave a singular laugh as he mentioned boring her. "You must remember I am a politician, I've heard things far more boring than anything you'd be able to tell me, Smuggler." However, she didn't push it further.

"Alright I'm pushing through the atmosphere, get ready to go." She pulled up on the controls with one hand while another fiddled with frequencies until something came through.

"You cannot be within range of this Destroyer. State who you are or we will use deadly force."
"Destroyer Apollos this is Solaras Apontha. I've commandeered a star ship after being unable to get to my own ship. Lower your shields."
"Yes ma'me. Right away. Hangar 1 is open for your entry."

Sol pushed a bit further on the controls as the massive ship engulfed the ships windows. A hard look came across her features as she eased the ship into the hangar, shutting the system off. Taking off the head piece and moving out of the chair she stood, righting her hair and shading the cloak. She threw it back over the co pilots seat before making her way down the now open ramp.

The pair was greeted by a handful of Storm Troopers and a lieutenant who led the way towards debriefing. She didn't let the cold of the metal floors bother her and kept her head high and shoulders back as she entered into the control bay.

There stood a younger looking man, older than both Joran but young enough to still be considered a handsome fellow. Sleek black hair and darker eyes. He turned on his heel at the entrance of the duo. "Ah, Miss Apontha! I've heard that the gala was a success!" He was quite chipper for someone who was in charge of security.

Solaras rolled her shoulders back almost in a feline manner. Poised and ready to strike although he brilliant smile on her lips was enough to disguise that action. "Oh, yes! It was successful in the best manner! Supreme Leader is going to be extremely impressed. Though," her finger and thumb rested on her chin as though she were thinking for a moment. "What happened with my security detail after the event itself?"

There was a long moment of tension fill silence as his face seemed to falter. Her hands fell into a folded position behind her back, her legs in a soldier like stance as she looked up at the taller man. "Well?"

"It-it should have been there. Four cruisers waiting for you on the platform three stories below. Was there none?" Solaras' jaw clenched as she pushed her own mind into his. She needed to only search for a moment before she withdrew her mind. "I'm sure you know this but there were no troopers and there was no escort." She sucked her teeth for a moment as she watched him with a deep frown. She turned and began to slowly pace before him as though she were in thought.

'This stupid little girl! She's going to ruin everything! Stupid slut should have just stayed in the whore house where she belonged, she is a no one! How could Snoke have given her power over me! I knew I should have killed her myself!"

"General." Her words broke the silence as she moved in a flash. Before most could act the General of the Destroyer Apollos was on his knees with both of his arms yanked painfully behind him. Solaras' hands gripping just above his elbows with a foot pressed into his back between his shoulder blades. "You think too loudly."

With a vicious coolness she straightened her leg and pulled back on his arms- loud pops easily being heard as he fell forward writhing in pain as his arms remained dislocated. She watched him for a deathly cold look before circling him like a predator. Her foot slammed down on the side of his face when he struggled to sit up. It bounced like a ball under her barefoot. "If you place me or any of my comrades lives in danger again I will destroy everything you hold dear and slaughter your entire lineage. Is that understood?" He nodded under her foot, struggling to breath. That cold air didn't leave her even as she pushed harder. "I can't hear you." She near whispered while never letting her gaze up from him.

"Understood! It's understood!" He squawked out before she removed her foot from his face. "Good. Now get up and order this ship back to base before the Rebels or the Republic get here."

She stood tall again with hellfire in her eyes before turning to Joran. "Told you." With that she began towards the door, motioning for him to follow her.

"Sometimes crushing one person can destroy an entire planet though. If you get a chance, you should read the two files on the political assassinations that I went on." Dumping the contents of the bag out, he started to quickly sort through what he deemed important, and what was deemed unimportant, before shoving it all back into the bag, while tossing it over his shoulder. "This should make for some light reading in bed tonight."

"I will say this about this ship... I want to fully break it down before we destroy it." That was where he left the matter as the ship approached the massive Star Destroyer that was signalling them to halt their progress. Ah, nothing like being told they would destroy you in a heartbeat if you didn't identify yourself. Just like old times. "Never ceases to amaze me that we can just say our names and they will let us on board. Though I know if we turned out not to be who we said we were, they could instantly destroy whatever come on board, it's just a thought that always lingered in the back of my mind. It's how the Empire fell, you know?"

Suddenly the shift in Solaras was entirely noticeable as he sighed. "Oh, it's that kind of moment is it? I know I shouldn't push my luck, but you could scowl at me like that anytime." Of course Joran was a shameless flirt, as he stood up he found a blood red jacket that was lying in one of the panels he had taken off. "Can't bleed infront of the Troopers, demoralizes them. Who knew?"

Pure anger was all that he could feel coming off Solaras as she made her grand entrance into the area with him in flank. Something he should apparently just get use to at this point. Everything seemed to shift around them as the anger that was literally radiating off of her could probably only be sensed by him in this way. Looking over at her, it was almost as if she was exerting energy waves of hatred, something started to make his head spin a bit just from looking at her.

Watching the sight of her damn-near ripping the man's arms off while she berate him was more than enough to know that he was right in his assessment of her. Very interesting indeed. Maybe he would have to do more research into her after all, as he had only just met her for the first time today, and he felt he was particularly well introduced to most of the higher ups when it come to the First Order.

Everything seemed to be growing darker for a moment as he looked at Solaras as she was motioning for him to follow her. Taking a few steps proved to be more difficult than he had anticipated, though he wasn't about to black out in front of anyone. Stubbornly he forced his body into the hallway that she had pointed at, before pressing himself up against the wall. His head was starting to ache, as he looked back at her, though she was no longer glowing as much.

"I know this is going to sound strange... but I can physically see anger seeping out of your body. Almost like you are oozing pure energy." He spoke in a slightly weaker tone, as he looked into her eyes for a moment. "That, and coupled with the blood-loss, I feel like I might pass out... Bet you can't top that." He smirked as he grasped the handrail to the hallway.

With all things said and done Solaras allowed the held breath to escape her as they entered into the chilled hallway alone- the sound of foot fall and rushed words disappearing behind them as the doors slide shut. She kept her back to him as she took another cleansing breath before turning. That anger was boxed away as she watched him grip the handrail of the hallway. Without thinking she was up close and personal with him, one hand resting on his neck and the other pushing his good shoulder so he was upright. She watched him with careful eyes until she spoke, "We can talk about my energy when you're healed. Come on."

She moved without bothering to give him warning. She turned her back to him with one arm finding it's way around one leg and the other around his arm as he rested against her back. Solaras stood with Joran across her back in a fireman's carry. "You know you could have fallen for me some other way right?" She teased as she stalked her way, abet a little slower than her standard pace but a steady pace none the less.

They entered into the MedBay where her authoritative voice took over, "I have a severe close range blaster wound to the shoulder and several other minor wounds. He's lost quite a bit of blood and has a bit of a mouth on him." Several medical officers took him off of her back and placed him onto a gurney-tending to him as quickly as they could handle.

She grabbed the arm of one of the lead medical specialists with a serious look, "Keep me updated on his condition. He's a Foxtrot case. Keep him contained as best you can." The specialist looked at her with understanding before she turned and left the medical bay, many stepping out of her way as she moved to change into something more suited for her next move.

Without even such a warning, he felt his body being hoisted up into the air and onto her shoulders. "I mean, it's not every day someone sweeps me off my feet." This was the one topic he was definitely not going to be one upped on. He was the one that made the jokes. "So when do we get to have that second date?" He whispered into her ear as he wondered exactly where she was taking him. The thought of the medical bay hadn't even entered his mind, since he typically avoided that place like the plague.

Once they entered the damned place, immediately his body language changed. "Oh, you are now on my shit list you traitor." Then he was strapped into a gurney, and he was no longer allowed to move. Apparently he was getting the special treatment today, or maybe they just knew how well he reacted to being in a medical bay. "YOU OWE ME FOR THIS!" He screamed, and the sheer determination in his voice meant that he fully expected her to pay him back for forcing him into this shittiest of circumstances.

"What the hell does Foxtrot mean in this case!? Does it mean fucked? Am I fucked!?" He looked at the doctor as this was the irrational side coming to light when it come to Medical Bays. The last one he could remember was that damned Republic one, and that was a literal hell. He was now panicking that something was really wrong.

Heavy footfall of leather boots coming into contact with smooth matte marble echo'd as chamber doors slide closed behind the black clad form as it strode towards the massive throne at the center of the circular room.

An image came to life before the person. "Remove your mask Knight." The deep craggy voice commanded. The black gloved hands of the person reached up and with a snap and hiss the helmet was pulled away from their head. It revealed a fresh faced Solaras- devoid of makeup and hair pulled back tightly in a bun. She bowed her head to the man before he began to speak.

"What of the event?"

She rose her head with the barest of emotions upon her features. "The event concluded even better than expected. The Destroyer tactic worked better than thought although there was an issue with the escape route." Snoke tilted his massive head as he waited for her to continue. "General Richter of The Destroyer Apollos was entrusted with security detail of myself and of Joran Jase. Although escape from the perusing Republic soldiers it could have easily been avoided. As such, I used the power you taught me and realized his true intentions were to have me killed so that he may take my positions as a political representative. I issues swift punishment for treason and am reporting it to you now."

She waited another moment as Snoke seemed to savor her words before adjusting back into his throne. "What kind of punishment."

The answer was swift and without a second thought, "I dislocated both of his shoulders, gave him a minor concussion and demoralized him in front of his command crew for attempting to kill me."

Snoke's chuckle echo'd off of the walls before watching her again.

"What of the smuggler?"

Her boots barely made a sound as she adjusted her position. "Joran Jase is, in fact, a Force Sensitive. He would be hear before you but he is currently inside of the Medical Bay after receiving a point blank blaster wound in the shoulder. He seems to have been able to use the Force for quite some time now- it seems while he is using his own weapons. He also made mention of being able to see the energies I was giving off after leaving the General in the command bay. He is wreckless and takes no time to plan but he is the perfect candidate to take another step towards the goal."

The massive hologram groaned as he leaned back in thought.

"Your mission has changed Knight. Your mission is to continue to observe Joran Jase and train his powers. Train him to use his Force abilities and train him to use a saber if you see it fit." Her gloved hands clenched under her grip as she nodded.

"Understood Supreme Leader Snoke."

With a simple click the hologram disappeared and Solaras was on her way back towards the exit- trying to decide upon her next step.

She moved towards the Medical Bay with her long black cloak easily flowing out behind her and her helmet replaced back upon her head. Storm Troopers parted for her as her strong strides took her closer and closer to the bay before she was eventually inside of it.

She easily made her way to the lead medical specialist who simply said, "High midiclorian count. His shoulder has been stitched up and bactapads placed upon it. It's going to take him a few days to heal so he shouldn't be pushing it." Solaras simply nodded before moving towards the isolated room he had been placed in.

She entered without so much as a knock, closing the door behind her as she observed him for another moment. She was sharply contrasting with the sterile white walls around them. After an inevitable snarky comment her hands rose to remove the helmet from her form once again. "Calm yourself Joran. These medical specialists are the best in their field. I do hope they haven't poked you too many times?" Her natural looking face observed him as she moved a bit closer. "Am I still on your shit list?"

Every single moment a doctor was in the room with him had put him on edge. The poking and prodding that every single one of them seemed to do made him want to stab everyone with the very same needles they had been jabbing him with. Though, he would have to concede to the fact that every single one of them had been incredibly nice, in contrast to every other fucking one he had been unfortunate enough to meet. He was being tested for who knows what, and that annoyed me more.

Then the presence of one the Knights totally threw him off guard. His hand moved to his pocket, even though he knew he held no weapon. "Normally Knights aren't sent to check on those in the sick bay." Then his world seemed to be turned upside down once more. Of course everything would slowly start to make sense once she revealed her face to him from behind the mask. Somehow he wasn't surprised, as that would definitely be one of the major reason as to why he had never met this person, nor why he had even heard of her.

"Twenty-Three." Was the only thing he said at first as he stare at her, not really glaring, but in the same regard he didn't exactly feel too happy to see her at the same time. "I think you are numbers one through fifty on that list." His voice sighed as he looked around the entirely far too white room as he glanced back over at her. "Why don't you break me out of here. I have the bactapad on, and I promise not to make too much of a fuss. I just... I will even promise to not do anything impulsive if you just get me out of this room."

Solaras placed her form squarely next to his bed with a smirk clear as day across her face as he pleaded with her to let him out. "I'm not the one who got you shot Joran. I don't see why you're so mad with me. I don't mind being your number one though." She teased, aiming to attempt to ease up the tensions that were so clearly filling the room.

"You'll be leaving here soon however I must discuss some things with you since this is one of the few secured rooms on board." Her eyes lingered on his shoulder before speaking again, "I've spoke with Snoke and due to your Foxtrot status you've been given a promotion. Congratulations." The latter of her words was less than enthusiastic but she continued on. "Your Foxtrot status means you're a Force Sensitive. You have a high midiclorian count for someone your age. When you said something about being able to see energies earlier that is one of the abilities some Force Users have. As I've read you should be able to see other Force Sensitive beings so long as you train. I am going to assume your shooting is some how intertwined with your ability to use the Force as well. As much as I know you'd love to say it was all natural talent we must be serious for once."

The helmet under her right arm adjusted as she leaned back against the wall still speaking calmly and cooly. "Snoke has asked me to accompany you on other missions as well as keeping an eye on things while you take on the position of lead recruiter." She emphasized the last word to get the point across. "Any questions?"

"You didn't have to be the one that got me shot, you could get me out of here, I know you can." Looking over at her, he allowed the sigh to finally escape his throat as he just shook his head. "Am I going to be the commander of a ship?" The smirk that crossed his face was one of pure entertainment as he chuckled softly. "I mean, I guess I could allow you to be on the ship, if you are willing to be the number one."

The news that he was Force Sensitive caused a much different reaction than most would have expected. "Meh. Force.. no force... whatever. I was still able to make the shots. Some people wouldn't be able to take the pressure of the moment. Some people crack under stress. It's one of the many things I take pride in. You say it isn't natural talent, but I would say it's even more the opposite. I'd say it takes more skill to be able to use some kinda magical energy you know nothing about than it just being left up to whatever you call it. Though, I will say it makes certain situations make far more sense, but now isn't the time for all of this." Joran forced himself to his feet as he looked at Solaras.

"We have a few things I need to get before we depart on whatever scheme you have cooking. I for one feel far too unarmed for my taste, and I feel like you will want me to hone this ability that you deem me to have, I will need a lot of headache medicine. Not to mention I also have to put up with you for an extended period of time." Though the smile on his face clearly meant that he didn't mind that fact at all. "Not to mention you will have to deal with me, so maybe I should get the extra strength stuff... and in bulk."

Sol did relax just a bit as he returned her banter. She did, however, roll her eyes at his comments about the Force being something he naturally had control over. Her own mind thinking of her powers and how they manifested before she knew what was going on. He did have a point.

She watched him as he stood, her chin upwards as she watched his face. "You know you cant grow an immunity to medicines if you take too much of them." She took a small step forward, looking up at him still. A lopsided smile on her lips as she said, "You're just going to have to get used to my through and through. You're stuck with me for quite some time." She remained where she stood as she actually studied his face for a moment. "You can take as much medicine as you like, doesn't change the fact you're still going to have to listen to me from time to time."

Joran's eyes glanced back at her over his shoulder as he lift his good arm up in a casual way and just shook his head. "You know, most people ask for a second date in less aggressive ways. All you had to do was ask." Turning towards her once more, he decided to press the issue a bit, and just see how much it took to get on her nerves. "Oh I always listen, don't mistake my actions as I don't. Just because I prefer not going in with a plan doesn't mean I won't listen to you."

Studying her face for a moment, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well, if this is all in order, I have a few things I need to go make sure have made it's way onto the ship. I figured this mission would lead directly into a much better mission, though I will admit that you blew away any expectations that I might have had, I know how Snoke rewards me for missions I deem boring. It's typically an assassination or something along those lines. Mind you, if we both are sent together, I feel sorry for the bastard that is our target. He'll have to hear your loud mouth." Joran was aiming to piss her off just a bit, as only he could do and hopefully get away with it. If not, oh well, a dislocated shoulder was worth it.

Solaras bit back a smile as smirk as best she could while Joran spoke to her. "Having a plan isn't always a bad thing you know."

Her hazel eyes glanced at the hand on her shoulder before before raising a brow and looking back at him. She actually paused a moment before she shoulders relaxed and she openly looked him over. She glanced up at him through her lashes with a koi smirk. "I can be loud when the time calls for it but at least I don't whip it out any time I get excited." With nothing more than a simple wink and a widening smile she took her leave. "I need to debrief my knights before we depart. Take your time gathering your things, I'll be waiting in my room when you're ready~" She glanced over her shoulder as she replaced the helmet upon her head, a close lipped smile clearly there before it disappeared behind matte black.

Off she went to do her regular work with a lingering smirk upon her features- oh this was going to be more than interesting indeed.

Solaras hadn't even given him the chance to make any sort of a comeback as she left the room with that helmet of hers on. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt the smile on his face. Of course this was going to be far more challenging than he had ever anticipated. Shrugging his shoulders a bit, mostly to get a feel for how the sore one was holding up, he sighed as he head for the door of the room he had been placed in, once she had enough time to get some distance.

Over the course of the next few hours, he'd done just about everything he possibly could have to commandeer two blaster pistols, a long range rifle, and a missile launcher. Well the missile launcher may have partially been taken from the barracks without permission, but no one would notice it was gone. You never know when you will need a good explosion with Solaras around, or at least that was how he justified it in his head.

Once he was able scavenge up the armor he had left just lying around, he wondered about getting a helmet. Deciding against it, as how could he dare hide his handsome mug from the world, he sighed a bit as he made sure that the gear he had on was suitable for whatever mission they were to be given. Some would liken him to an elite black Storm Trooper in the armor he had chosen out, with the exception of the helmet. While they would be wrong, he did like giving off the impression that he was just a lower on the totem pole kinda guy, as that let him work in the shadows even easier.

Being apart of The First Order had it's perks. Being a politician had perks of it's own but being a Force Sensitive being was what brought about the best of perks.

The duo had left the Destroyer on a discreet ship with a mission towards Hosnian Prime to investigate the rumors of a group meeting-one who called themselves The Resistance. Merely scattered members of the long quiet Rebellion. However, as much as Solaras would want nothing more than to enter in upon this groups meetings and slaughter them all she was stuck with observation only. Observation day in and day out with Joran Jase and his overly sarcastic mouth. With a simple wave of her wrist Solaras secured them a basic room that was readily available and able to be put on the 'Do Not Disturb' long term list.

They'd been in the small room for days now, sharing a bathroom and rotating who slept on the bed. Solaras had taken to a more relaxed stance between the two, having left her very definitive helmet upon their hidden star ship and opting for a head scarf to cover her face whenever she went out for supplies and simply a black tank top and flowy black pants when inside. She preferred to move around bare foot while inside and especially when she was training. Joran...well he was another case. Her hair was up as usual, never having it down unless to sleep or shower and even then it was usually pulled up from her skin in some way or another be it with utensils or writing implements. She used whatever would work when a tie couldn't be found.

She leaned into him from behind as she tried to catch a glance out the window towards the entrance in which their tip had told them The Resistance had been using. "Anything exciting?" She questioned him while sitting back in one of the chairs, her knees under her cross crossed. She had a bowl of died fruit chips in her hand as she eyeballed outside the window with less than evident curiosity. "I fucking hate stakeouts." She groaned as she popped another but of some dry red fruit into her mouth. "I'd so much rather just go kill them all and be done with it." Solaras was more so speaking to herself.

She eyed the man for a moment before extending a foot and poking at his sides with her toes. "Hows your shoulder feeling Smuggler?" She needed something to fill the silence or she was going to go up the damn wall.

Every single moment of this mission screamed boring, yet Joran could not classify the mission as boring in the slightest. Stakeouts always seemed to be the worst possible mission to draw in the grand scheme of things, especially when it comes to being solo. The enigma to all of this was the younger woman that had decided to keep him on his toes. Though, he couldn't complain as she was more than happy to put up with him for the duration of the mission.

The moment he felt he lean into his body, he decided to lean back into her for the moment as he thought about stealing some of the dried fruit that she had in the bowl, which meant the moment she went to pop one into her mouth, his hand quickly snatched it from the air and tossed it into his own mouth. "While I definitely agree with you, then we wouldn't have all this time together." Though he felt her foot slowly poking at his side.

"It's the same damn thing... Nothing. No one has entered, or left." Reaching down, he started to actually massage her feet a bit, not even realizing that he was actually doing it. Something was definitely on his mind, as this had to have been the quietest he had been the entire time in two days.

Joran's attire seemed to be entirely more relaxed that usual, his hair was actually down for the moment. The solid black under-armor shit gripped tightly to his body, something that was clearly meant to be wore underneath his chest plate, along with some baggy pants that matched the shirt color. He continued to stare directly out the window as he pulled her foot up into his lap so he could massage it a bit better. "This stays between us."

A noise of protest escaped her as he shot out and took the fruit before she could properly eat it. "Rude." She simply said as she quickly put another piece in her mouth. She let out another noise of annoyance as he stated that no one has entered or left, it sent something of a red flag off in her mind. His action of taking her foot and kneading it caught her off guard but in that moment she couldn't have cared because Force that felt amazing.

She tried to keep her composure as she focused on actually looking at him. "What is it? You're thinking about something."

Her head fell back in bliss as he tended to her foot in a better manner. Something of a moan escaped as her eyes closed and she just enjoyed it. "Mhm, whatever you say. You've got no idea how amazing that feels. Please don't stop." Perhaps she could have selected her words better but by the wiggle of her pink painted toes it was clear it was appreciated.

The slow methodical motions of his fingers moved along every inch of her foot, making sure that he tended to it properly, as he didn't believe in half-assing anything that he did. "You wish is my command, milady." Once he felt like he had adequately helped the current foot out, he quickly lift her other foot up into his lap and started to apply the same techniques that he had learned long ago to the foot. Having to disguise yourself as a masseuses meant learning the part.

"I feel like our information was false, or someone has tipped them off to our presence. They were suppose to be having this meeting two days ago... Where are they? Do you think they have been tipped off?" That wasn't all he was worried about, but those were the main concerns at the moment. His mind was lost to other thoughts of that last time he was on this forsaken planet. It was how the scar across his face had been born.

"How much does my file say about me? I know you have one about everyone, because I have been given access to files from time to time... Though some people just aren't in the archive. I know I am one of them... what does my file say about me?" It might have seemed out of the blue, but maybe he had been made when they got the room. Something just wasn't adding up, and he was trying to put the pieces together to see if anything made sense.

She sat content until his mouth began putting his thoughts into words. Solaras sat up a bit, focusing back in on him. She carefully watched him as he seemed almost distraught over their current situation. She spoke with a higher level of calm than her usual, "I dont think its that we have been made its that they are being extra careful. The First Order just broke away from all politcal parties and the ones that dont support The First Order support The Resistance. They are very likely being weary of their gatherings and their movements now. They could even spread false information as way of weeding out the traitors or the informants."

As he began to ask what was in her file she pulled her feet away from him. Her brows pulled together in focus as she pushed her mind towards him. She felt his heartbeat sensed his emotions-his desire to know with nothing malicious laced into it. It wasnt detailed but it was something. She sighed, releasing her control on the Force, before pulling her feet under her again.

"Joran Jace. Home planet: Lothal. Blood Type: B positive. Age: 25. Gender: Male. Species: Human. Occupation: Smuggler and known mercenary. Current status: Active. Mission count: 47. Known kills: Unknown-approximately 200. Force Sensative: Abilities still under research. Standard pay: 20000 standard credits per mission. Other: The Resistance wants him alive not dead; reasons unknown."

She recited back his file to him without wavering. She had no reason to lie to him and no reason yo hide anything;it might come back and bite her in the ass but shed just have to hope her saber was quicker. She remained silent, watching with reason and slight curiosity at the consciousness of information known on him.

"Do you want to see the physical file? I have the holopad with me." To be fair shed been doing research for in the hours she couldnt sleep or wasnt on watch.

The information she recited was quite a bit on point, but also left out a number of missions that weren't officially missions, more favors he would guess. The black-listed stuff that no one needed to know about. Though the Resistance wanting him alive confused him a bit, considering the last time he had encountered them in any official way, he killed a Senator, and they were still called the Rebels. Why would they want him alive?

"No. The physical file could be burned for all I care. I prefer not having a record on file for me." Tapping a finger to his chin he allowed a soft sigh to escape his list. "I assume a bunch of those mission records have heavy black ink all over them, don't they? I reported more than half directly to Snoke, not to mention the other... errands he sent me on, and going back to before I was even apart of the Empire or the First Order... those were interesting times as well."

Standing up, he started to pace around a slight bit, trying to work this jigsaw puzzle out, but it seemed there would be a few pieces to the puzzle missing for the time being. "Though I see you are keeping tabs on me. Can't get me out of your mind?" He teased as he was the one now trying to bring his own mind back from racing. Though, he knew that possibility wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"The last time I was on this planet... The mission went south. We didn't know what the hell we were getting into with the local Rebellion. It was a different time back then." His face fell a bit as he allowed the breath he was holding in to escape. Stopping at the bed, he fell back onto it with a careless nature about it. This seemed to be a bit of a different Joran. "I guess it's story time then?" He chuckled softly as he looked over at her, wondering if she even actually cared.