Joran lead the way with a smirk and a snarky little comment that made Solaras roll her eyes for what must have been the thousandth time that day. So much had happened in such a short time within that room and the moment they left was the moment a weight felt as though it were lifted off of each of them. It wouldn't be until much later that they would return sassing each other about who the front end person was checking out that they came back to a holomessage on the communicator.
A young storm trooper came before them on the screen with stiff formality. "The mission has been deemed a success and your mission status has now changed. Return and report all finding as soon as possible." Thankfully the message was sent not too long before they'd returned to the room. They both moved quickly and efficiently to put away all equiptment, broken or not, into their respective cases and load themselves as they had when first arriving. Solaras' cloak was now pulled hood up to shield her face while Joran simply kept his head down.
They'd arrived back to the ship with few words to each other; Joran waiting outside for a few minutes while Solaras changed into her Knightly attire, helmet secured in place. He'd soon realize that she hid every aspect about herself with this attire, down to her curves and voice. Her boots gave her an extra inch and a half of height while having been designed just right to appear as though she were far more muscular and masculine than her actual form.
They took off with little more than a few words between the pair. The ship was downloaded while they made their way to the inner sanctum.
Solaras removed her helmet as was custom, her face devoid of emotion and her eyes dark and cold with her hair looking an inky black in the dim lighting. Her eyes were forward, his lingered for a moment on her face before turning towards the massive man now projected before them.
"Tell me what your mission revealed." Snoke's words clearly had a meaning focused upon Sol's attention.
"Though the days were wrong the informant was correct in their words of there being a meeting. This mission also revealed more of Joran Jace's Force Sensativity. It appears that he has the ability to project his conscious self into another location. We do not know the distance nor do we know how powerful that ability is." She spoke as though he wasn't within arms reach of her in that very moment. Her and Snoke's gaze never breaking.
"Projection ability?" Snoke leaned back in his massive stone throne at though he were in thought; the silence was thundering. "Continue to train him, my Knight." Snoke's massive form looked to Joran. "What else is to be reported?"
Joran seemed to hesitate for a split second before focusing in on the sole things in his mind-the faces of the Resistance he saw and their words. "While I was out of my body I could hear what they were saying. They know about Brendol Hux and his son but that do not know where he is located." Snoke grimaced at this, a scraggly white hand coming to rest under his chin as the frown seemed to grow larger on his face.
"Kylo Sol, prepare yourself and retrieve Hux and the child from Son-tuul. Take them to Starkiller Base and ensure they are fully informed of the present situation." He returned to his prior placement on his throne with hands at rest on either side and head back. "Go."
The pair was left with themselves in the darkness. His head tilted towards her with words on his tongue only for them to fade away with her receding shadow and form. A long sigh escaped him before he too left the chamber. His brows knit together in mild irritation as he realized she wouldn't wait for him to catch up. Thankfully, with his longer legs, he caught up to her pace only for her to promptly stop and face him with fierce precision. "We leave in the next standard morning."
With that she was gone and moving towards her chambers and Knights.
The Following Morning
The following standard morning came, Solaras already clad in her black attire and her things loaded onto the M5 Epsilon Class Carrier. It was a sizable black colored carrier capable of transporting multiple peoples. She would already be in the captain's seat with a holopad in one of her her gloved hands punching in calculations and numbers;pausing to adjust knobs or key in numbers into the control system as she waited.
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