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The Beginning of The First Order - 1x1 Mature

The moment they made eye contact as she placed her hands on his shoulders to push Joran down, the world started to change around Solaras. Joran slowly changed his form, to where he was inside of a room with no lights on, his arms stretched down from the ceiling being held back shackles. His head slumped down as he was covered in his own blood from various wounds on his body.

"You know, if you would just talk we wouldn't have to do this." A man spoke from the shadows of the room. He slowly walked towards that man that was shackled to the ceiling. "What is this? Day six... seven? If you just give me something I can maybe find you a pardon." His hooded face just shook as he felt Joran spit blood onto his chest. "Guess not.. Have it your way then."

The blistering white lights now shined down on Joran, revealing just how pale and thin he had looked. "We captured you four weeks ago... and we treated you right for three weeks, and this is how you are fucking repaying us? They are never coming for you. They don't care about you. You are just disposable to them. You know that, I know that." His hand now gripped what looked like the hilt of a lightsaber.

"You know... Luke wouldn't approve of me taking this path, but he's not around anymore..." The orange blade slowly shimmer to life as he slowly placed the glowing blade against the skin of Joran, causing him to scream in pain. He didn't push the blade any further than just a small amount before pulling it away. "I should have just been doing this from the beginning then I guess." His maniacal laughter filled the room.

"I know how much your little girlfriend loves to shock people... Maybe we should simulate that for you? Oh what was that? Not your girlfriend? Of course not. She would never come for a piece of shit like you would she?" He chuckled as he grasped another little gadget off the table. "This is the closest we have come to creating force lightning without training in the Sith Ways... I wonder if you can handle it..." Lightning cackled through the air as it struck Joran's body causing his body to have burns appearing on his body. "You can thank her for this too. If she hadn't lost control in the room we lead her into, we wouldn't have this little gadget." The world seemed to shift from the vision as the Joran of that world's last words were 'Forgive me, Sol.'

Joran was looking up into Solaras' eyes he whispered the very same words. "Forgive me, Sol... I didn't mean to worry you." He could sense the worry radiating off of her as he reach over and took her hand, with his eyes closed. "I'm not going anywhere... I promise. You can train me... just please don't worry, okay?" Something was different in the way he was speaking towards her, as he could feel that something was wrong.

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"I'm not complaining about what you are wearing. Though I do appear to be falling for you a lot lately." Joran teased as his heart thumped a bit at the comment. Harmless flirting was the best he could come up with at the moment as he just ignored his heart for the moment, brushing it off as after affects from the pain he had forced his body through. "If you can make the world stop spinning, then I will let you train me however you want." There was definitely a double entendre to what he had said.

Though he could feel his body harmonizing with the energy she was naturally radiating off of her, almost as if it was trying to sync up with it. It was definitely providing a soothing sensation that gently flow over his body, easing the pain for the moment. "Do you think it's practical at all? If you weren't here... I don't know." That was a thought that had crossed his mind. What if she hadn't been here? Would he be dead? Would he be still against that window blind?

Slowly he forced his body into more of a sitting position as he looked at her. "If you were to help me train... how long would that take? I really think I shouldn't do whatever the hell I was doing for a while if my body rejects the idea... or was that me and Force just not in sync?" He now suddenly had more questions than answers as he looked in her general direction, starting to grow frustrated by the fact his vision wasn't getting any better. "Also, I wish you would stop spinning around like that."

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"You would make a great nurse... You are too kind to some people." Joran whispered as he smiled up at her while softly pulling his head into her lap, his nose having stopped bleeding. His breath had stabilized, but his eyesight hadn't properly come back completely yet. It was almost as if he had tunnel vision along with severe dizziness. He felt his arms instinctively wrap around her leg like she was the perfect pillow. "You are the best pillow I've ever had."

"They don't know where he is, but they know he is backing the First Order after the fall of the Empire. They don't know what strength we have either. One person feels they could eradicate us with a full offensive strike, while a lot more believe that Endor and Jakku were only a fraction of the strength the Empire held. We have that advantage at least..." He struggled out a few coughs as he looked up at her, trying to focus on her face. "I've always been able to do things like this when it comes to long range sniping. It's one of the things I haven't reported, but I don't need a scope if I have long enough to focus on a target. Wind patterns, fire rate, and the like don't matter if I am focusing hard enough."

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The moment the explosion happened, Joran had known something was wrong. Though Solaras had been on top of moving him to the bed, and was refusing to let him move. The holo tape had come to life, all while the world was still spinning to him, and he was just trying to regain his bearings on the far-to-spinny world. Their mission objectives had been changed, which was good enough for him, as for some reason he didn't mind being trapped planet side with Solaras for a few more days.

Though Solaras seemed to be more than livid enough for the both of them, which only caused him to smile a bit as he closed his eyes again. Though Joran could just feel the major players that the Order had been looking for were not at that meeting. Something seemed entirely off by the way people had been talking, but he just couldn't put the pieces to that puzzle together. Maybe that wasn't his hill to die on though, so he dropped it for the moment. He could easily ask later if the mission had been a success or not.

Feeling the damp towel brush at his face, Joran's eyes opened as he looked up into Solaras' eyes and chuckled a small little bit. "You have terrible bed-side manners." He teased, trying to ease her mood slightly. Slowly he reach up and touched her hand, while moving over a bit on the bed, hoping she would take the hint to at least sit down. "I figured you would make a sexy nurse, not a mean one." He continued to tease as he closed his eyes once more.

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Everything around him started to come into more of a focus, almost as if the way he was hearing things could accurately give him a description of the surroundings in his mind. His hands slowly laced his fingers around hers, squeezing them tighter than he was earlier as he listened to her words. His breathing slowly stopped being as painful as it was, but his vision was completely gone. The world was left in a blank void, as he could no longer hear anything around in him, and he knew that.

What he could hear was everything in the meeting, he could see sound waves in his mind reverberating all around the room, the voices crystal clear. He could no longer feel her hands in his, it was almost as if he was gone from his body, now sitting in the room with the The New Republic members as he lost complete feeling over his physical body.

"The way they acted was atrocious! To stage such a coup in front of everyone was ridiculous! This will bring a galaxy wide war, that they surely will not win!" One man spoke, his tone harsh and unforgiving.

"They have far more support than you could imagine. Their show of power at Coruscant was more than enough to win over some people, you and I both know that." A female spoke from across the room.

"No one would dare support those freaks and bastards. They are the remnants of a dying power. We should exterminate them while they are weak!" Another voice spoke as the man slammed his fist on the table.

"We don't even know how strong of a force they have. We don't even know the numbers they could have managed. How much of the Empire really fell that day? Do you not believe that some of the Empire was off doing other things except for the battle of Endor? It would be crazy to believe that was even a massive percentage of their forces. They had how many other planets to take care of?" A more logical person spoke while just shaking his head at the man across the room.

"We also have to take into account that the First Order has been gaining support behind the scenes in the same way the Emperor did before taking over the senate. We don't exactly know where everyone's politics fall at this point." Another woman spoke as she made a motion towards a droid.

"We do have a few notes on some people that are expected to be higher members in the First Order. Brendol Hux seems to have grown ties to the First Order. Apparently he sired a son at some point before we signed the treaty, but his current location is unknown." The woman continued, as the thought of them knowing about Hux sent Joran out of this current state as he gasped for air once everything rushed back to him.

"Th.... they.... know... Hux..." He choked out as his eyes seemed to ung-loss as he fell forward, his body slumping forward, not able to control himself. His head landed softly on her shoulder as he took deep gasping breaths.

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Just before he could reply to her what was on his hands, he felt the tap on his thigh. Everything focused ahead and out the window as he stare directly over at the area that was ahead of them. People we slipping in alright, more than he had anticipated. Watching the scanning device fly over to her hand, he sighed as he placed his hands on her shoulders while placing his chin on the top of her head. The sheer concentration of his face for the moment started to change as his eyes seemed to gloss over, almost as if they were unfocused.

However, that was the opposite of what was happening. He was taking in every detail about the people that he saw, his vision seemingly enhanced for the moment. The strain that he was enduring for the moment, however, was causing his hands to clasp down a bit on her involuntarily. Everything around him grew quiet as he the details etched themselves into his mind. They wouldn't need the database, as he would remember each of these people.

Without giving her much warning, his hands moved off of her shoulders, as he softly pushed the chair just a bit over, so he could stand at the window to look down at them, yet he wasn't actually looking down at them anymore. His back was to the window, as he slid down the wall to where his head was just below the window, while having opened it just a tiny bit. The sheer amount of strain that seemed to be tearing through his body seemed to be worth it to him at the moment.

His nose had started to slightly bleed just a little bit, but now his eyes were closed. His breath seemed to be getting more and more strained, as his chest continued to slowly rise and fall at irregular times. "I can hear them..." He whispered in a such a pained voice that it sounded like he needed help to even speak.

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3 Day Time Skip

The past three days had been entirely uneventful, with both of them going back into the same rhythm they had before the moment the both needed three days prior. Of course they had been more open with each other since that moment, and occasionally he would slid his hand into hers and give it a firm squeeze just to signify that he would listen if she needed to talk again. He'd tailored every meal to her taste since he had been the one getting the food mostly, something he wanted to keep up since he had learned her tastes the day they had went out together.

Though today was a bit different as he they were shifting their details up, with her taking first watch, he had made sure the seat was turned around and had requested that she sit in the seat backwards. Once she had straddled the seat, he started the movements that he had been wanting to do since that night they had lay in the bed together for what seemed like hours, even if he had only been mere moments. His hands slowly moved over her shoulders, slowly kneading her shoulders to work out any sort of knots that she had there. What he hadn't mentioned to her was the oil he had possibly stolen the night before on the food run, so that he could give her this delicate little massage, something of a thank you for putting up with him.

He continued the soft kneading of her shoulders for a while, getting a little more stronger in the way he moved his hands if he found any knots. "Back?" Was the only word he actually said, wanting to know if she wanted him to continue the massage or not. He didn't know how receptive she was to this sort of thing, though he wanted to make sure she didn't feel overly stressed since they had been stuck in this forsaken building for days now, with no signs of anything really particular happening. He knew he was getting a bit stir-crazy, so he could only imagine how she was taking it.

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"I wouldn't change anything that happened, as it's made me who I am today. I wouldn't be in the situation I am in if I changed any of it. A lot of it's unsavory, but without it... I wouldn't be the most charming man in the universe, right?" Feeling Solaras slowly cradle his head, he contently allowed his heartbeat to slow, along with his breathing pace. "Do you believe everything was suppose to happen to get us to a certain point in time?" He asked softly as he wondered more outloud than really knowing what he was exactly saying.

Suddenly a blaring noise come from the motion detector that Joran had setup at the beginning of their stakeout had been tripped. Immediately he was up off of her and at the window trying to spy down to where he had placed it. What he saw angered him beyond anything could possibly have angered him. "Oh you have to be fucking shitting me!" He kicked the wall without even thinking about what had happened. "FUCK!" He tensed his arms as he tried to calm himself down.

Down below in the streets were a few kids playing kick the can, where the can had hit just the perfect spot to trip the motion sensor he had placed around the building they were staking out. "Damn kids.... Ugh!" He threw his hands up in defeat as he allowed the anger to mellow out a bit. "Do you want something to eat? I'm going to go get something." This was his way of being incredibly angry, and not wanting her to see just how mad he was.

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"I could say the same about you." Joran's soft smile just seemed to radiate for a moment as he contently allowed his arms to wrap around her once more, this time in a softer embrace than he had been giving her just moments before. "The smuggler extraordinaire has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" He whispered in such a teasing manner than he couldn't help but to place his cheek against the top of her head as they just lay in the bed. It was almost therapeutic to him, knowing someone was there to listen to him, and being able to listen to her and help her through the pain. Well, that was what he hoped at least was happening.

"You exist to me. You can't change the past, but you can live for the future. A file is just a file. It doesn't tell you everything you need to know about a person. I mean, I can't imagine my file has a spot that I am such a sucker to pinkie promises." Softly moving his left hand up, he slowly started to run a finger through the strands of her hair, his fingers softly massaging her scalp as he did so. He didn't exactly know how to comfort her through the part where she told him what had happened to her mother, but that didn't stop him from what he was doing.

"I don't even remember my parents. I just remember existing at some point, fighting to make it day in and day out. Petty theft, running from some of the locals on Lothal. Getting into fights with the adults that did catch me. They would always yell thing like, "Where the hell are your parents?" or "Who the hell is raising you kid?" It never seemed to end when they started the chase. I remember right around when I guess I turned nine.. I don't even know my own birthday to be honest... Some guy just grabbed me before I could steal something. He dragged me away from the area, and I thought this was the time I was going to be killed for my crimes." Joran looked down into her eyes for a moment and sighed. "That was the day I started learning how to fire blasters. By the age of ten I could fire any type of blaster, by eleven I had already killed someone with intention to kill that person. Twelve I was in full Mandalorian Armor that made me appear taller than I was, different from the Storm Troopers gear."

"Thirteen I was deemed a traitor to the Rebel Alliance, even though I had only done one thing for them, and that was because the person training me believed in going to the side whoever offered the most credits. Though that ended up giving us a permanent residency with the Empire. Sometimes I feel like I was bred to be a warrior, always fighting. I'm more Mercenary than Smuggler at heart, but I always seemed to be given the title Smuggler over merc. That file... It doesn't have the confirmed kills before I was in the First Order does it? I know the Empire never kept anything about me down, as the two of us were more secret members, since the planets that remained neutral believed we should be killed on sight, after the murder of Senator. They refused to take a side though.. though it was obvious they more supported the Rebels..."

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"I would never think of you as pathetic. How long have you kept this to yourself? How long have you blamed yourself?" Joran asked softly as he looked down at her, his hand softly caressing her face. "I see a person who needs a shoulder to lean on." His voice softened a bit more as he unlaced his fingers from hers for the moment, now using both his hands to wipe at her tears for the moment. His face was buried now in her hair a bit as he continued to press his lips against the top of her head.

"You have precious memories. No one should ever be considered pathetic for that." Moving his neck a bit, he allowed her more access to his neck so she could bury her face further into it. He could feel her entire body now pressed fully up against him. Slowly he moved his left hand around her, softly making circles on her back to try and allow her to feel some comfort. "I'm not going anywhere, alright? If you want to talk about it... I'll always listen. I promise." He lift his hand up and held out a pinkie, just to try and get her to smile.