"You know it isn't hard to make me happy. You easily have the easiest time out of everyone, without any effort even. Which is impressive." Joran chuckled softly as he glanced down at the tuxedo and shook his head. "I look like I am so out of place in this thing. Especially since everyone knows where I come from, and what I use to do in life." Joran cringed a bit at that thought, since everything about him was now in the public's eye, since the First Order was using his kidnapping as ammo against the Resistance.

The world started to shift as he felt a searing pain tear through his chest. Looking down at his chest, he could see the burning red blade of what he could only assume was a saber. The only thought that ran through his mind at the moment was, 'Oh, you have got to be shitting me!'. Feeling the blade be pulled back through his body, Joran didn't move for a moment, as part of the audience sat there in complete shock, the others screaming and trying to escape from the area

Everything moved into slow motion as he closed his eyes and fell to the ground, but never hit the actual ground as he was jarred awake in reality. The pain in his chest was still dully aching from the wound in the dream, but Solaras was also in his arms, almost as if she was wrapped so tightly around him that she was trying to protect him.