[center][b]A few days later[/b][/center]

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.