"Don't get me wrong, I'm in this to the end, but I just realized, I can't go back to just being a behind the scenes player. My face is going to be plastered everywhere now. You know that just as well as I do. I guess this means I'm going to be charging the front lines along side you. It's harder to do my job in a scenario where everyone knows who you are. Unless I get a face change... and I kinda really like this one. It suits me." Joran waved his hand across his face as he sighed. "I mean, this handsome face is now high up on the First Order's list, whether they want that or not. You at least have a mask you can hide behind."

"I might supply the troops, but that's certainly going to be much harder now, unless I got to some back-water planets that no one cares about, where we'll get some starving kids off the streets. It's not going to be the greatest play for me anymore. Maybe I should take up more of a morale-boosting approach? They see me on the front lines, someone that doesn't have to be there, but is willing to be there. I'm sure the New Republic will also be affected by the presence of someone they deemed a politician for the Order to be on the fronts." He looked over at her and shrugged softly.

"Oh well, just food for thought."