The shift into the world of dreams was always so weird to Joran, as he always knew that he was actively dreaming. Well, at least normally that was the case. But in this one moment, he didn't know what to believe. He couldn't remember how he even got to this point, or what had lead to this point. This point being an extravagant wedding that would bring politicians and a ton of others to the wedding. It was apparently to be heralded as the wedding of the century.

The two subjects? Why Solaras Apontha and Joran Jace, two of the highest ranked members of the First Order. Both of which had recently resurfaced with a Vengeance, having personally led a space battle against the New Republic. The war was still brewing, but this also caused a much needed Cease Fire between both sides. 

Standing beside him was Solaras, her hair down and she was wearing a beautiful dress. Their hands were softly locked as he looked over at her smiling. "This mission was your idea, and yet I feel like this was an elaborate scheme." The smile was his traditional infectious one that held a certain charm to it, something that completely matched the tuxedo he was wearing. "If you wanted to marry me, you just had ask, you didn't have to make up some mission to lure people in."

Apparently this was the only real way to draw a bulk of the politicians that needed to be slaughtered like the pigs they were into one area. Solaras' marriage to the Smuggler Extraordinaire himself. This had been his first mission since being captured by the Republic, and had taken months to actually setup. "I mean, you got person that could actually marry us and everything. You'd think that we'd just fake it. I think someone just doesn't want to admit it. You just can't stand the thought of me looking anyone else.... Not that I do or have!" He quickly added, knowing not to upset her on the wedding day.