ThatArceusGuy

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"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?"

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"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.

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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."

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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.