In a breath her consciousness slipped only to return to her in full. Her hair was down, her face full of makeup and her body being weighted down by a breathtaking dress. Her hand was linked in the warm hand of another. She followed her own arm to see it connected to Joran's. Looking at him fully her breath caught in her throat. He looked amazing. The words came from her with her own signature look of an arced brow, "Fine then." She grinned evilly as she leaned a little closer towards him. "Joran Jace will you marry me?" She paused a moment before grinning wider and winking before standing up straight again, gripping his hand a tad harder for a moment.

The smirk on her face as a plan of slaughtering officials came to the forefront of her mind, the sabers strapped to her thighs feeling chilled against her skin. "Some how some way they would know if it was faked, they're politicians my dear." She batted her eyes at him, her stomach flipping as she looked at him again. She squeezed his hand once again with a tint across her face, "You're right. I can't." She looked away a moment trying to hide her face from him. The mere thought of him being with another sent a pulse of anger through her that she quickly stopped. "Besides...I don't really know what I would do without you by my side."

"Does this mean I am taking your last name? Are you taking mine? How does this work?" Joran teased a bit in only the way that he could in a moment like this. Of course they would be killing a few people in a few moments, but at the same time, technically this was going to be a legally binding marriage. Though that caused the butterflies to flutter in his stomach. She had rescued him, those memories flooded his mind as he could feel everything that had happened before this moment for some reason. This was the most realistic dream he could ever remember being in.

"You would be the most beautiful politician to still not have a significant other. You could do a billion times better than some smuggler." The after affects of the... torture? There was some kind of torture he was slowly starting to remember as he closed his eyes. It was as if something washed over him painfully for a moment, and then suddenly he remembered everything, and just knew she could be with anyone in the universe she wanted. There had been plenty of suitors after her during their last time of Coruscant, that he had told her to go after, because it was in the direct aftermath of his torture.

"Joran Apontha...Solaras Jace.... I like the later better." She lightly mused to herself. A light laugh bubbling up from her throat to add to the realism of this mission she barely remembered forming. Her mouth snapped shut as memories she didn't remember having came crashing before her eyes. Her brows drew together in an act of concentration to keep it together. She saw orange. She saw blood and pale skin and broken bones and fear. Alot of fear. She saw chains and torture and lightning and de-

A small gasp escaped her as his voice broke these new memories. She looked towards him with a tilted head, face full of worry and sadness. She acted on her own at this point as she reached over and gently turned his head towards her. "I could marry someone powerful. I could marry someone strong and perfect and wealthy and influential." She gripped his other hand with gentle ease, "But they would never make me as happy or feel as safe as you do." Where were these words coming from? WHy was she saying this? It had to be for this wedding right? Yes that must be it. "There is no one in the galaxy I could imagine risking my life with more than you. You mean so much to me Joran, have you not realized that?"

"I will say that Solaras Jace doesn't match how wonderful you look in that dress." Joran's lips were quivering a bit as she had put him in his place with her words. Of course he knew that, he remembered how far she had went to track him down. He'd read the various mission reports on the matter. He'd been transferred between countless ships and planets, each location being tore through just days after he had been in those spots.

"Nothing in the universe makes me happier than hearing that." Now it was his turn to wonder exactly where the hell these words had come from, but it also felt like he could feel the words coming from an outside source. Waving it off as just his imagination, he smirked. "You know, maybe we can keep the marriage around after we get some revenge on the traitors? We could be the next power couple." Another part of his post-smuggler antics had sent him into politics, since he was now sidelined for the time from any longer term mission, and he needed something to do.

"I can say tge same about you Joran. You look quite dapper in your suit." She smiled brighlty at him as an image of him passed out due to fatigue entered her mind. She forced it out as she laced her fingers in his. "I like making you happy."

"You know..." she koi-ishly glanced at him from the side. "...if we do keep this marriage we're going to have to go on a honey moon." Her ears were red at the thought but smiling none the less. "Once we crush everyone else of course.'

"You know it isn't hard to make me happy. You easily have the easiest time out of everyone, without any effort even. Which is impressive." Joran chuckled softly as he glanced down at the tuxedo and shook his head. "I look like I am so out of place in this thing. Especially since everyone knows where I come from, and what I use to do in life." Joran cringed a bit at that thought, since everything about him was now in the public's eye, since the First Order was using his kidnapping as ammo against the Resistance.

The world started to shift as he felt a searing pain tear through his chest. Looking down at his chest, he could see the burning red blade of what he could only assume was a saber. The only thought that ran through his mind at the moment was, 'Oh, you have got to be shitting me!'. Feeling the blade be pulled back through his body, Joran didn't move for a moment, as part of the audience sat there in complete shock, the others screaming and trying to escape from the area

Everything moved into slow motion as he closed his eyes and fell to the ground, but never hit the actual ground as he was jarred awake in reality. The pain in his chest was still dully aching from the wound in the dream, but Solaras was also in his arms, almost as if she was wrapped so tightly around him that she was trying to protect him.

Solaras rolled her eyes with a smile as he spoke about people knowing where he was from. "So what? They know where I came from and that doesn't matter anymore now does it?" She'd glanced away for just a moment when it happened. The sound of the igniting saber and the smell of sizzling flesh. Her eyes went wide as she turned back to see Joran crumpling towards the ground and a figure clad in all black with an ignited saber.

The blood ran hot in her veins in less than an instant as peoples began to scatter an she held Joran in her arms. "Joran, stay with me. MEDIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW. Joran, hey keep it together. It's just a scratch." She quietly cooed to the unconscious man as the black figure simply stood there and watched as a pair of storm troopers came and quite literally dragged Joran away. The moment she deemed him far enough Solaras stood to her full height with nothing but blood lust there. "What do you think you've just done?" Her voice was level and calm as she stared deeply into the space where the Knight's eyes would be.

The altered voice came through mockingly, "I've just killed that disturbance in the Force on your precious little wedding day you ignorant fool." She could hear the smile on the Knight's voice as her left brow twitched and her chin rose- eyes still never leaving him. "Not only have you attempted to kill one of Snoke's personal favorites you've ruined a massive operation and now I must destroy you for it." Words were paced and articulated to perfection as her dress seemed to melt away, her control over The Force currently very high. It revealed a one piece set of black clothing that fitted perfectly under her gown. She kicked off the beautiful glittering shoes without so much as breaking eye contact.

The Knight across from her barked a laugh, "HAH. You really do think so highly of yourself that you think you could kill me? You're just a whore who Snoke took a liking to because she's nothing but angry! Your loyalties are too high to kill off even one of us!" The man gestured towards the other knights, helmeted and not, scattered through the room like permanent black pillars of the few last fleeing guests. One particular knight stood out to her for a moment with a cross guard styled saber on his hip and arms held behind his back. She did not recognize him but her heart clenched seeing his helmeted figure observing.

"You are far too weak!" Solaras' eyes snapped back towards the Rouge Knight as a giggle escaped her. Then a chuckle. Then a full on laugh. Her laughter filled the massive halls as she quite literally turned away from the Knight. "That's absolutely adorable." Her voice took on that tone of almost girlish charm, higher in pitch and curious sounding. She took a pace away from him and rose a hand while speaking, "You honestly think I wouldn't kill one of you?" Her single sided saber came detached from her left thigh, floating in the space around her; now activated and hot. "Ahha. Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHA." Solaras turned back around on her toes with her arms behind her back, leaning forward with that girlish voice and a Cheshire's smile.

"Do not forget who made you little Cederin." Her arms remained behind her back as her single sided saber lightly bobbed and moved almost like a snake in the air next to her. "Do not forget who pulled you from under the dead bodies of your village and gave you a purpose." She stood a bit taller as the Cheshire's smile faded until nothing more than a simple little upturn of her lips-almost as though she were flirting. "Do not forget who made you powerful. The poor little boy who couldn't save his family from being slaughter by Tuscan raiders. Tell me is it true that they raped your mother and sister after they killed them? I always wondered but didn't think it polite to ask."

That pushed the Knight into acting. He rose his sword an a cry escaped his voice modulated helmet. In a flash her single sided saber clashed with his, her hands still not holding it-only The Force having it's control over it. "Yes! That's it! HIT ME!" She cheered as she pulled her double sided from her side-igniting one side. "FIGHT ME!" She watched carefully as her single sided and his saber clashed over and over. Her single sided moved as though she were holding it herself- the defensive form clearly practiced over and over. She ignited the second side.

She waited another moment before acting upon an opening. The Rouge Knight brought his saber down upon her single saber only to see the Force Saber disengage and his body continuing to go forward at the lack of resistance. He wasn't able to recover quick enough.

Not only did his own saber clatter to the ground in split pieces but his fingers from his supporting arm fell with it while his dominant arm was having issues of it's own. She's brought the saber down upon him as thought she were using a ken-do stick, directly in front of her and through his forearms so that there were now two long useless meaty sides of his arm. He didn't even have time to scream as she pushed it further to his shoulder-giving it a lovely twist to fully remove the arm. She was close to him now with only the charmed words of, "Give me a hug~" Escaping her.

In a half a move the second side to the saber clashed with the side of his knee, bringing him down to below her eye level. With ease she took off his second arm before releasing her ignited double side to join her single sided saber as they gently circled the pair. Her hands clamped down on his helmet-turning it upwards. She could see the sizzling of his charred shoulder blades as she looked down her nose at him. She could feel his fear and his anger. It only served to add to her next action. Her fingers easily found the release buttons on his helmet- tossing it aside so that her hands clasped either side of his face. "Hey dandy dick." Words no longer bubbly and charming but deeper and almost bored sounding. "That was an adorable attempt at trying to kill me but now you lost." His eyes searched hers looking for some form of humanity. "And now you're going to die."

He found none.

Electricity surged through the male's brain and body so violently she could see his skeleton burning blue from inside of his body. She didn't stop until she felt his brain melting in his head and his neck snap under the spasms. She clenched her jaw at the foul smell before letting his blackened twitching body fall to the ground before her. She turned towards the other knights, particularly the one who seemed to be watching her the hardest- the one with the cross guard. "Let it be known that I may be marrying another but I am not weak and I will not hesitate to slaughter anyone who stands in the way of my missions or the missions of The First Order." She stood there for what felt like an eternity before things began to go black. The last thing she remembered was falling to knee and crippling pain in her chest.

When she came back every fiber of her being was clenched tight. She was back in that little hotel room with her arms wrapped astonishingly tight around Joran. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes, once snapped shut, opened with clear annoyance. Her grip loosened just a moment as the whisps of what she just saw escaped her forefront thinking. "Wha..." She groaned, sitting up. It was then that she realized her surroundings in full. Not only was she down planet in a little hotel room but she was in bed straddling Joran Jace-her current partner and the man she'd prayed hadn't watched die in her dreams...and also the man she was marrying. "Hey..." she said a bit awkwardly, not really knowing how to deal with the flood of emotions coming through her at the moment.

The amount of rage and anger flying from Solaras at the moment he woke up started to actually scare him. The energy build up inside of her was startling as he could feel the static slowly start to flow off of her. Maybe she was having a nightmare, so he softly cooed into her ear as he softly kissed cheek, and the her forehead, ignoring the static that transferred between them through his lips. Pain was inevitable in this situation, but that didn't matter to him.

Her grip intensified for a moment, before he started to see lightning arc off her body, striking random items around them room, shorting their circuits. His legs wrapped around her body as he clung tighter to her. She was getting tickled heavily once she was awake, as he knew she would need to be cheered up. He could feel heartache in the way her body was sending off grief, and that was without any need of force training.

After a few more moments, it slowly had come to an end, but not before sending a shock through his body as he felt fully awake now. Slowly her eyes opened as he looked down into her eyes. He could feel the flood of emotions running through her, but couldn't tell what had caused them. No words were shared as he softly lifted her chin up to where she was looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips on her forehead as he twitched just a bit from the static in his body.

"I should tickle you... you broke the room service holopad." Of course he would joke in a situation such as this one. "And the TV.... and the lights... you know, maybe we should find a new place to stay before they come and see the damage." He teased softly as he continued to just look in her eyes, the visions of the dream passing through his mind, before he pushed them to the back of said mind, it was only a dream.

The dazed feeling of waking up were replaced with fear and anger and anxiety. Many other sub emotions fanning those flames from under the surface. The slight bolts of her body giving way to small red flags flaring up in the back of her mind as to what just happened. She only got like this after battles when she, "Oh fuck." She groaned as she realized what had happened.

She pulled away from him to look around as he spoke. Her eyes looked to the holopad..then the television and upwards towards the lights. Her throat tightened up and her lungs refused to allow her breath. Her hand reached towards his face to touch him only to hesitate and draw back. He was alive and breathing. Solaras' eyes dropped from his face down to his chest where she could tell there was no saber sticking out of it. He was glowing and very much so alive. That must have just been a dream. Nothing more...perhaps she needs to meditate more.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you..." She choked out still trying to catch her breath. The knight sat up on the bed trying to avoid touching him as she looked down at her blackened finger tips. She would also find her skin had been blackened on other points of her body- her back mostly showing the spots. They didn't hurt her but it was clear something had left her body from that point. "Did I.." She couldn't finish the sentence. 'Did I scare you? Do you still think of me the same?' Her voice would echo in his ears softly as she looked away from him ashamed and trying still so hard to keep the mish mash of memories out of her head.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shut up with that. You didn't hurt me. I'm not made of circuits." Joran tried to ease the situation down a bit as he slowly sitting up beside her, as he moved his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, hugging her from behind. "Everything is fine, alright? Trust me. I'm not hurt." Slowly he moved down to the spots on her back, touching them every so lightly. He wished there was something more he could for her, as he didn't even know where to begin.

Another spasm moved through his arm a bit as he placed his head over her shoulder. "If you keep blaming yourself, I will tickle you until you stop." He warned her, making sure she knew the threat was real by slightly allowing his breath to pass over her neck just ever so lightly. "I'm not afraid to use my trump card." He kissed her cheek softly as he pulled his face back from her neck so that he wasn't accidentally tickling her.

"If you want to talk about whatever your nightmare was about, I'm here to listen." His hands instinctively found hers, making sure that he softly gave them a squeeze. He leaned against her while softly rocking back and forth just a little bit, trying to help her calm down. Her heart rate was still a bit racy from the moment prior. "Did it have something to do wit me?" He remembered the way she had looked at him, and had hesitated to touch him, caused him to believe something had happened in her nightmare.

Shivers ran through her as he touched the marks now spotted across her body. She still remained quiet as she allowed him to come to her, not making any moves herself. She could feel the quick spasm that went through his arm, the frown only deepening on her face. "Please don't." She quietly rasped as she was finally able to slow down her heart and catch her breath. It was stopped for a moment as something close to a soft moan escaped her lips as he ghosted over her neck. "Jerk." She quietly muttered back as she tried to relax her tense muscles.

She remained quiet for a long moment before speaking barely above a whisper. "I had a dream that was amazing then turned into something dark and hidious. The people I trusted tried to betray me and kill me and I had to do something I never want to have to do..." The flash of electrocuting the rouge knight came into her mind. "Yeah, you and your sass were there..." She didn't want to finish that train of thought.

"Make me promise would you?" Why was she about to say this. Why. "If I ever tell you to run or ever tell you to look away...please do it. Just please trust me. I trust you but I don't want you to ever see some things I have to do." She thought about how brutally she'd killed that knight...but it was all a dream right? It had to have been.

"I love it when you moan." Joran whispered seductively into her ear as he slipped off the bed and turned back towards her, with his sly grin that hadn't been seen in a few days. "We should think about heading out soon, as we are going to have to get to space eventually to get back to work, yes? Or do you think we are still to remain here? What do you want to do Sweetie?" He asked in an overly sweet tone as he just smiled at her, his heart skipping a beat as he looked at the worry on her face.

"My sass is my best ass....et." His lips curled into his infectious smile as he ruffled her hair a bit, just to try and cheer her up. "What ever happened, I'm sure you got them. Or was I the traitor? I bet I was the traitor. That does sound like a Smuggler trait... Do I have to make another pinkie promise?" He bent down as he looked into her eyes wondering what was going on in her head right now.

"I will promise you that I will always be by your side. But I will not run when you need me. Nor will I look away from our job. We do what we have to do to survive, and we do what we do to protect those we love." He smiled as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I trust you to watch my back."

"Bet you can't do it again."

She watched him stand still thinking of the things going on in her head. It was beginning to give her a headache. She closed her eyes and allowed deep breaths to flow through her as Joran's voice was the only thing remaining in her brain. All of those emotions being compressed and put into a nice neat little box for her to deal with later. She wasn't ready to think about everything that had gone on in that dream.

His hand ruffling her head sent a jolt through her and her hair to stand on end. "Damn it Joran." She pouted as she attempted to flatten down her static filled hairs. "Oh I got them alright." She too stood with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. "I showed 'em whose the one on top~" Oh she most certainly meant to make that comment. It was rather hard to be intimidated by a short girl with staticy hair though.

The smirk faded into a smile as her own hand lightly landed on top of his. She looked up at him before leaning forward and pressing her forehead to his chest. "You're not going to like what you see in that case...be prepared for something far less appeasing to look at than this." She took a step back and awkwardly gestured to herself. "I've got yours if you've got mine." She confidently said as she reached up to try and get her hair to smooth back down again.

"You know they still haven't sent us word yet to go back. We still have more time here..." She quietly said as she poked at the fried room service holopad. Thankfully she'd put away the communications device so that was still working properly- if a bit discolored on the screen.

"I mean, I could use some super special power I have to cause you to moan, but I feel like I should take you out on a third date first."

Shaking his head as he chuckled softly to himself at her hair standing up, he smirked deviously as he moved his hands to her hair and caused the most unholy of bad hairdays a person could ever have in the history of all time ever. It was just that bad, and he couldn't help but laugh like a maniac as he looked over his dirty work. "Oh my..." He kept chuckling as he started to hold his sides from frizzing her hair to the moon and back.

"Oh, so you like to be on top then?" Joran pointed out as he smirked evilly for a moment as he winked. "I mean you were last night, and things did get electrifying... if you catch my drift." He couldn't help but smile bigger as he now lay back down on the ground, as he sighed a small amount. Looking at her back, he only shrugged when she said to prepare for worse.

"I mean, I know you have a better backside than me, but you don't have to show off." He looked like he was actually pouting a bit as he couldn't help but continue the innuendo. "I'm game for staying here for the day. Though maybe we should actually go out and visit the town. Act scared that you know, a bomb went off beside us last night. Get some free room service just on that alone."

She acted as carefree as she could manage when speaking, "I love being on top but..." She glanced at him with a devious look, "being dominated can't be too bad sometimes." Her finger rose to her chin in a faked gesture of pondering such a thought. She grinned before moving through the room assesing the damages she, and the explosion, had caused.

"I have to have a strong backside or else I won't be taken seriously." She rolled her eyes at the snark and jab she made towards the idea of other politicians thinking of her as only tits and ass. "I'm not showing off though...you're just watching to hard." A hip purposefully popped out to the side with her back still to him as she tinkered with a fried gadget.

She turned back around, chucking the fried thing towards their bags. "I think we should leave this room actually. Between the two of us there is too much Force energy here and I don't like it." She frowned a bit as she dug for clothing. "I'm going to take a shower to get this," gesturing to her blackened hands and back, "off. Try not to get into too much trouble yeah?" She questioned as she held her, shockingly, black clothing to her chest and made her way in the bathroom.

She turned on the shower to heat up while she went about pouting at her fluffed hair and rough looking appearance. It was there, halfway stripped that realization hit her. She paused, midway through taking off her top in the bathroom before loudly going, "EHHHHHHHHHHHH?!" She clamped a hand over her mouth before quickly stripping and jumping into the warmed up shower. She was thinking about the words he had said to her earlier. About l... 'NO NO NO NO NO HE DIDNT SAY THAT.' She paced back and forth in the little space of the shower not really feeling the hot water hitting her skin. 'No, he wouldn't have said that about me of all people! He said like, yeah that has to be it. I'm just a killer who just so happens to have clicked with him well. Yeah.' Her mental debate continued as she scrubbed brutally at her skin and hair.

Joran had not expected her to make the comebacks so... very much to his liking. She would win this round as she entered the bathroom. Not too long after she had, he heard her let out a noise that he just ignored, wondering if she had thought about what he had been implying just moments before. "No getting off in the shower, that's just rude and inconsiderate to me!" He teased through the wall of the bathroom as he look up in the sky.

Closing his eyes, he tried to gather his thoughts on the dream. The incredibly almost real dream, as he remembered it so vividly that it was as if it... As if it were a premonition? Was that the future? He had heard of Jedi and Sith of the olden days being able to see the future, but he never exactly believed it. Keeping his eyes closed he tried to focus harder on the feeling of the dream.

That was when all hell broke lose. The power to the entire building went completely out, the water completely shutting off in the bathroom. He could feel his body slowly rising off the bed, as he was completely encased in an almost invisible bubble of pure energy that wrapped around him. His eyes had turned dark black with no color to them in the slightest.

Inside of his head brief fragments of things started to play out. Fighting. A War. Giant ships crashing. A planet being imploded. A fight between someone he could see, and knew he loved with every fiber of his being. Someone that meant more than the universe to him. Someone he had to abandoned.

The person was fighting what appeared to be a Knight of Ren, one with a saber that looked like no one elses that he had ever seen. It was practically an old age sword, but with lightsaber blades coming out the sides almost as if they were cross guards. His mind kept funneling more information into his brain of her, every detail of her face, her hair, the way she held herself.

She reminded him of someone he knew pretty well.

She'd only just gotten the shampoo through her hair when the power and the water stopped. Her mood shifted from mild panic of his words before hand to full on fight mode. She felt a massive surge in power around her, it was flowing through her as well. Not caring about formalities she grabbed her pants and pulled those on before throwing the door open- sabers flying into her waiting hands. Her eyes went striaght to the source of the power. Her brows had been pulled apart from one another in realization that what she was looking at wasn't right.

Both sabers clattered to the ground as she raced towards him. "JORAN!" She felt the lack of ability to breath to be rather annoying as she put her hands on either side of him, trying to push him down onto the bed from his floating postion. His eyes had gone black and he seemed to be in some kind of a coma state. "JORAN WHAT THE FUCK." Sol didn't really know what else to say other than that. Her hands remained planets on his shoulders as firmly as she could manage as she tried to quell the energies around them. She could see it in her mind's eye- the bubble surrounding the man.

Was this all coming from him? What the Force had caused this?!

This dream-like world started to slowly fade as he felt something trying to rip him from it. NO! He had to stay, he had to make sure she was okay. Tears started to flow down his face as he reach out for her as all he saw was a lightsaber coming down at her, and then seeing her face up close one last time.

The energy bubble fell around him, disappearing as he hit the bed with some force, even though she had already got his body back on the bed. His eyes slowly rolled back into his head for a moment after the pitch black nature to them transformed into the normal, nature color. Once his eyes returned back normal, he was staring at her.

"She has your eyes..." Tears filled into his eyes as he didn't know what had just happened. Pure heartbreak seeped into his body as he closed his eyes, his body slowly starting to try and avoid all possible contact. He was having a sensory overload from whatever the hell that was, something that was causing him to feel about eight thousand different emotions at one time. Something his brain couldn't handle at the moment.

Solaras felt the energy snap away from him and almost instantly disappear, it was almost suffocating. As his eyes changed back to their normal hue she could feel his emotions overloading out of his system. So much pain and desire and wanting and hurt. She tried to figure out how to make it stop for him. She could deal with physical wounds but wounds like this or emotions like this she didn't know what to do.

Her hands moved to either side of his face as she brought hers towards his. Her lips pressed to his forehead, "Shhhh it'll be alright." She trailed kissed down between his brows, over the ridge of his nose, the tip of his nose and finally down to his lips. She held it there for a moment, her stomach flipping before she pulled back searching his eyes, wiping them as best she could. "Joran it's alright. You're safe."

The physical contact that she was provided was more than enough for his body to latch onto. The moment her lips come into contact with his, his arms wrapped around her, along with his legs. She was his lifelink right now. The kiss was one filled with so many different emotions that he didn't know how to react other than to continue the kiss. His mind was shutting down from the sheer overload that was occurring.

After she pulled away from him, his eyes held such an emptiness to them, that he just stare at her, blankly. Pain had won out as his heart seemed to be shattering more and more by the second. "I talked you into abandoning her....." The self-hatred in his voice was so vehement that it was completely uncharacteristic for him. His anger at himself was so real that he could feel pain in his heart, as it seemed to be trying to stop itself.