Thank you everyone for the comments! I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter. This took longer than anticipated because someone didn't want to behave for me.
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“I don’t believe it! Another trooper put out of commission by Ren! That’s fifteen this month alone!” General Hux bellowed, kicking at a nearby chair several times in an attempt to alleviate his anger. “This wouldn’t be an issue if Mitaka hadn’t deserted!”
Phasma was thankful that her helmet kept her expression of boredom hidden as she drowned out Hux’s voice. She’d heard this same rant about all the problems Lieutenant Mitaka’s defection had caused several times now. It was beginning to become a daily occurrence and a rather droll one at that. Bitching about the Lieutenant being gone wasn’t going to bring him back and it wasn’t going to make dealing with Kylo Ren any easier.
If Phasma were to be honest, she wasn’t surprised the boy had run off, she rarely had to deal with Kylo Ren one on one and she found it tedious and frustrating. Lieutenant Mitaka had been Hux’s errand boy, usually sent to deliver any bad news to Kylo Ren; it was a surprise he’d lived long enough to escape the First Order.
Some part of Phasma admired him for it. Mostly she thought he was an idiot for making a target of himself by leaving and then fleeing to the Resistance.
The thought of the Resistance brought a scowl to Phasma’s face, as her mind recalled the other defector that had followed the same path as Mitaka months before. FN-2187; one of her most promising stormtroopers and ultimately one of the First Order’s greatest failures.
“Phasma, go and fetch Kylo, we have a meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke.” Hux’s voice snapped her thoughts back to the present. What had he just said? Fetch Kylo Ren? Was he ordering her around like a common stormtrooper?
Phasma was glad that her helmet kept Hux from seeing the expression on her face, which was likely a mix between disgust and disbelief. One of her hands clenched at her side but she held her tongue. “Very well.” Turning stiffly she made her way out of the room secretly seething.
Locating Kylo Ren wasn’t difficult all she had to do was find the area that the largest group of stormtroopers was fleeing from. Perhaps she would include training on how to deal with Kylo Ren’s temper tantrums in the stormtrooper curriculum; she was getting tired of dealing with injured or dead troopers because of him. Although it looked like most of them were wise enough to flee the area at the first sight of Kylo Ren’s temper.
Keeping her head held high, Phasma passes by the fleeing troopers and enters the room where she knows Kylo Ren to be. The red flash of his lightsaber and the sound of broken computers paint a big sign for her to follow.
“General Hux has requested your presence for a meeting with the Supreme Leader.” She informs him brusquely, still insulted at having to be an errand girl for Hux now that his preferred scapegoat is gone.
Kylo Ren turns to her, lightsaber held high in an act of aggression. “Is Hux too much of a coward to come get me himself?” He snarled, daring Phasma to take a side on Hux and Kylo Ren’s eternal tug-o-war of hatred.
Phasma had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, Kylo Ren could probably sense if she did. “I do not claim to know the mind of the General; I only go where I am told.”
“He’s demoted you to errand girl now?”
Oh, now that was a cheap shot that Phasma did not appreciate, but she held her tongue on it. “If you have no further need of me, I have troops to over see.”
The lightsaber was turned off and Kylo Ren stood to his full height walking toward her until they were facing each other. It amused Phasma that she stood taller than both Kylo Ren and Hux, but the height difference was not enough. The problem with the members of the First Order, particularly the higher ups was that they were all so tall. Phasma enjoyed towering over others, it was one of her few joys in life, and as a member of the First Order, she wasn’t able to partake in that joy in the way she wanted.
Eventually Kylo Ren, brushed past her without a word, headed in the direction of the room he and Hux has their private meetings with Supreme Leader Snoke. Phasma watched him leave before heading to her own room, pulling out a datapad and sending a message quickly. The message contained a location, a date, and the command You will meet me here.
Satisfied that the order would be followed, Phasma set about preparing a flight plan and plausible reason for her trip. She would take a group of junior recruits with her as a cover, Hux had been complaining about her stormtroopers lately, so it would be a simple matter to have the outing approved.
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Phasma glanced at her watch with boredom. She hated when anyone was late, as a captain her time was immensely valuable and not to be wasted in any way. It did not occur to her to care that the person she was waiting for did not know what she looked like. Her Spacr profile included a picture of her torso with her holding a blaster in her black bodysuit. More importantly her profile listed her height, and in this small cantina very few measured up to her, and of those who did were either men or not human. If darkpilot228 showed up, he should be able to pick her out in the crowd.
A quiet seemed to settle over the gathered crowd as many of the patrons looked over as the door opened to admit a newcomer. Phasma couldn’t see them from where she was sitting, but anyone that drew so much interest from a crowd was someone she was curious about.
When she finally caught a glimpse of the individual, Phasma had to hold in a laugh. Oh all the people the galaxy.
Standing she moved over to him and stopped directly before him, it was amusing to watch him look up and up. She stands almost a foot taller than him and it is exhilarating.
“You must be ChromeCaptain.”
Phasma smiles predatorily. “Indeed I am Commander Dameron.” She keeps her voice low enough that only he can hear her. The sound of his name causes his eyes to widen and dark around the room looking for an escape. “Do not worry, I came here for only the reasons I have said, I have no interest in handing you over to anyone.” Taking his arm she drags him behind her to the room she has rented. He pulls back against her at first, as ineffectual as the action is, before relenting and following along obediently.
They get to the room and Phasma slams the door behind her after pushing Dameron in, locking it to ensure he doesn’t escape before she is through with him.
“I must say your recruitment posters paint you taller Commander Dameron.”
Dameron lets out a nervous laugh, shrugging helplessly. “Does that disappoint you?”
“Hardly, I prefer a man I can crush with ease.”
He looks around apprehensively before changing the subject.. “So you know who I am but other than your Spacr name I have no idea who you are.”
There is a moment where Phasma debates lying about her identity, it’s quickly discarded because if need be she can silence Poe Dameron and deal with one of the biggest thorns in the First Order’s side. Not that she finds herself caring all that much about it.
“Phasma, Captain Phasma.” She finally answers, studying his face to gauge his reply.
Dameron blinks owlishly in surprise. “Huh. . . I would not have guessed that.” Phasma knows that she has as much a reputation as Dameron himself has as a fighter. Instead of being intimidated by the revelation of her identity, Dameron chuckles to himself. “So do you First Order types have some sort of obsession with me. . . because I have to tell you aren’t my first.”
“If you are referring to the desertion of FN-2187 from the First Order. . .” She doesn’t finish her sentence, before Poe replies.
“Finn,” Dameron’s voice was steely, “his name is Finn. It wasn’t just him, there was also Mitaka, nice kid just needed someone to listen to him. And then there was Petty Officer Thanisson; I took him shopping, got him lots of stuffed animals.” Dameron grinned sassily at Phasma. “Cute kids, they just needed to be treated like they were people and not dispensable soldiers.”
Phasma was not intimidated or all that interested in Dameron’s boasting about his accomplishments against the first order. “I can assure you that I have no interests in your attentions.” She moved closer to Dameron until he was crowded against a wall looking up at her with wide wary eyes; this, is what she wanted. “You are so small Dameron, and yet tales of your exploits are larger than life across the galaxy and within the First Order. You are on our most wanted list, captured alive if possible, and I could do that if I wanted.”
Even with his slight cowering (which was incredibly satisfying), Dameron could not seem to keep his mouth shut, Phasma had heard as much after he’d escaped the Finalizer with FN-2187. “You could, but I don’t think you will. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much.”
“It is not your place to know how I feel about this.” Phasma grabs his collar and pulls him up; it’s so easy, effortlessly until they are eye to eye. Dameron’s feet dangle several inches above the floor. “You are helpless against whatever I wish to do.”
There is panic in Dameron’s eyes, “Yeah, t-that does seem to be the case at the moment.” The slight tremor in his voice is intoxicating. This is what Phasma craves, this power over another, having them fear her without any real desire to hurt them.
For several moments Phasma stares at Dameron, savouring this show of power over him. It’s not the same as the power she wields in the First Order, this is much more personal; here she is Phasma and not Captain Phasma.
Slowly she lowers Dameron to the ground, staring down at him thoughtfully. Dameron wisely keeps his mouth shut, and even curls into himself to make himself appear smaller. The First Order would not allow her to have this; Phasma kills because she has to but takes no pleasure in it. This is what she wants.
“Dameron.” She says his name sharply, causing him to flinch deliciously. “I offer you my thanks, this meeting has been enlightening.” She steps back to give him room.
He straightens up, grinning at her. “Good to know that I was able to be of service.” Phasma isn’t surprised to see that at least part of his fear was an act. “I don’t suppose you’d want to thank me by following me home?”
“No, I have no interest in joining the Resistance, but I know the First Order is not for me.” Phasma nods to herself, knowing what she wants. “I will make my own way and find something I enjoy doing.”
Dameron nods looking unsurprised by her answer. “Tell you what, I know some people that could get you a gig that will let you intimidate all the small short people you want. It’s on a populated planet, lots of ways to get yourself lost, and if you find that you don’t like it I’m sure someone with your skill set could find a place for yourself easily.”
That is tempting; she would get great joy in being fearsome. If she deserts the First Order she knows that they may come after her, and being somewhere she can disappear will be a welcome bonus. Staring Dameron down, she nods her agreement. “Very well Dameron, let’s see what else you can offer me.”
“I promise I won’t disappoint you. Poe Dameron always delivers what his partners want.”
- I love Phasma and I know I likely didn't do her credit, but I tried! -grovels- It didn't help that she seemed to want to throw Poe up against a wall and do naughty things to him. That is a kink for another day, this is supposed to be silly crack!
[Fill] Everyone Needs a Little Spacr [2/5]
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“I don’t believe it! Another trooper put out of commission by Ren! That’s fifteen this month alone!” General Hux bellowed, kicking at a nearby chair several times in an attempt to alleviate his anger. “This wouldn’t be an issue if Mitaka hadn’t deserted!”
Phasma was thankful that her helmet kept her expression of boredom hidden as she drowned out Hux’s voice. She’d heard this same rant about all the problems Lieutenant Mitaka’s defection had caused several times now. It was beginning to become a daily occurrence and a rather droll one at that. Bitching about the Lieutenant being gone wasn’t going to bring him back and it wasn’t going to make dealing with Kylo Ren any easier.
If Phasma were to be honest, she wasn’t surprised the boy had run off, she rarely had to deal with Kylo Ren one on one and she found it tedious and frustrating. Lieutenant Mitaka had been Hux’s errand boy, usually sent to deliver any bad news to Kylo Ren; it was a surprise he’d lived long enough to escape the First Order.
Some part of Phasma admired him for it. Mostly she thought he was an idiot for making a target of himself by leaving and then fleeing to the Resistance.
The thought of the Resistance brought a scowl to Phasma’s face, as her mind recalled the other defector that had followed the same path as Mitaka months before. FN-2187; one of her most promising stormtroopers and ultimately one of the First Order’s greatest failures.
“Phasma, go and fetch Kylo, we have a meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke.” Hux’s voice snapped her thoughts back to the present. What had he just said? Fetch Kylo Ren? Was he ordering her around like a common stormtrooper?
Phasma was glad that her helmet kept Hux from seeing the expression on her face, which was likely a mix between disgust and disbelief. One of her hands clenched at her side but she held her tongue. “Very well.” Turning stiffly she made her way out of the room secretly seething.
Locating Kylo Ren wasn’t difficult all she had to do was find the area that the largest group of stormtroopers was fleeing from. Perhaps she would include training on how to deal with Kylo Ren’s temper tantrums in the stormtrooper curriculum; she was getting tired of dealing with injured or dead troopers because of him. Although it looked like most of them were wise enough to flee the area at the first sight of Kylo Ren’s temper.
Keeping her head held high, Phasma passes by the fleeing troopers and enters the room where she knows Kylo Ren to be. The red flash of his lightsaber and the sound of broken computers paint a big sign for her to follow.
“General Hux has requested your presence for a meeting with the Supreme Leader.” She informs him brusquely, still insulted at having to be an errand girl for Hux now that his preferred scapegoat is gone.
Kylo Ren turns to her, lightsaber held high in an act of aggression. “Is Hux too much of a coward to come get me himself?” He snarled, daring Phasma to take a side on Hux and Kylo Ren’s eternal tug-o-war of hatred.
Phasma had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, Kylo Ren could probably sense if she did. “I do not claim to know the mind of the General; I only go where I am told.”
“He’s demoted you to errand girl now?”
Oh, now that was a cheap shot that Phasma did not appreciate, but she held her tongue on it. “If you have no further need of me, I have troops to over see.”
The lightsaber was turned off and Kylo Ren stood to his full height walking toward her until they were facing each other. It amused Phasma that she stood taller than both Kylo Ren and Hux, but the height difference was not enough. The problem with the members of the First Order, particularly the higher ups was that they were all so tall. Phasma enjoyed towering over others, it was one of her few joys in life, and as a member of the First Order, she wasn’t able to partake in that joy in the way she wanted.
Eventually Kylo Ren, brushed past her without a word, headed in the direction of the room he and Hux has their private meetings with Supreme Leader Snoke. Phasma watched him leave before heading to her own room, pulling out a datapad and sending a message quickly. The message contained a location, a date, and the command You will meet me here.
Satisfied that the order would be followed, Phasma set about preparing a flight plan and plausible reason for her trip. She would take a group of junior recruits with her as a cover, Hux had been complaining about her stormtroopers lately, so it would be a simple matter to have the outing approved.
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Phasma glanced at her watch with boredom. She hated when anyone was late, as a captain her time was immensely valuable and not to be wasted in any way. It did not occur to her to care that the person she was waiting for did not know what she looked like. Her Spacr profile included a picture of her torso with her holding a blaster in her black bodysuit. More importantly her profile listed her height, and in this small cantina very few measured up to her, and of those who did were either men or not human. If darkpilot228 showed up, he should be able to pick her out in the crowd.
A quiet seemed to settle over the gathered crowd as many of the patrons looked over as the door opened to admit a newcomer. Phasma couldn’t see them from where she was sitting, but anyone that drew so much interest from a crowd was someone she was curious about.
When she finally caught a glimpse of the individual, Phasma had to hold in a laugh. Oh all the people the galaxy.
Standing she moved over to him and stopped directly before him, it was amusing to watch him look up and up. She stands almost a foot taller than him and it is exhilarating.
“You must be ChromeCaptain.”
Phasma smiles predatorily. “Indeed I am Commander Dameron.” She keeps her voice low enough that only he can hear her. The sound of his name causes his eyes to widen and dark around the room looking for an escape. “Do not worry, I came here for only the reasons I have said, I have no interest in handing you over to anyone.” Taking his arm she drags him behind her to the room she has rented. He pulls back against her at first, as ineffectual as the action is, before relenting and following along obediently.
They get to the room and Phasma slams the door behind her after pushing Dameron in, locking it to ensure he doesn’t escape before she is through with him.
“I must say your recruitment posters paint you taller Commander Dameron.”
Dameron lets out a nervous laugh, shrugging helplessly. “Does that disappoint you?”
“Hardly, I prefer a man I can crush with ease.”
He looks around apprehensively before changing the subject.. “So you know who I am but other than your Spacr name I have no idea who you are.”
There is a moment where Phasma debates lying about her identity, it’s quickly discarded because if need be she can silence Poe Dameron and deal with one of the biggest thorns in the First Order’s side. Not that she finds herself caring all that much about it.
“Phasma, Captain Phasma.” She finally answers, studying his face to gauge his reply.
Dameron blinks owlishly in surprise. “Huh. . . I would not have guessed that.” Phasma knows that she has as much a reputation as Dameron himself has as a fighter. Instead of being intimidated by the revelation of her identity, Dameron chuckles to himself. “So do you First Order types have some sort of obsession with me. . . because I have to tell you aren’t my first.”
“If you are referring to the desertion of FN-2187 from the First Order. . .” She doesn’t finish her sentence, before Poe replies.
“Finn,” Dameron’s voice was steely, “his name is Finn. It wasn’t just him, there was also Mitaka, nice kid just needed someone to listen to him. And then there was Petty Officer Thanisson; I took him shopping, got him lots of stuffed animals.” Dameron grinned sassily at Phasma. “Cute kids, they just needed to be treated like they were people and not dispensable soldiers.”
Phasma was not intimidated or all that interested in Dameron’s boasting about his accomplishments against the first order. “I can assure you that I have no interests in your attentions.” She moved closer to Dameron until he was crowded against a wall looking up at her with wide wary eyes; this, is what she wanted. “You are so small Dameron, and yet tales of your exploits are larger than life across the galaxy and within the First Order. You are on our most wanted list, captured alive if possible, and I could do that if I wanted.”
Even with his slight cowering (which was incredibly satisfying), Dameron could not seem to keep his mouth shut, Phasma had heard as much after he’d escaped the Finalizer with FN-2187. “You could, but I don’t think you will. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much.”
“It is not your place to know how I feel about this.” Phasma grabs his collar and pulls him up; it’s so easy, effortlessly until they are eye to eye. Dameron’s feet dangle several inches above the floor. “You are helpless against whatever I wish to do.”
There is panic in Dameron’s eyes, “Yeah, t-that does seem to be the case at the moment.” The slight tremor in his voice is intoxicating. This is what Phasma craves, this power over another, having them fear her without any real desire to hurt them.
For several moments Phasma stares at Dameron, savouring this show of power over him. It’s not the same as the power she wields in the First Order, this is much more personal; here she is Phasma and not Captain Phasma.
Slowly she lowers Dameron to the ground, staring down at him thoughtfully. Dameron wisely keeps his mouth shut, and even curls into himself to make himself appear smaller. The First Order would not allow her to have this; Phasma kills because she has to but takes no pleasure in it. This is what she wants.
“Dameron.” She says his name sharply, causing him to flinch deliciously. “I offer you my thanks, this meeting has been enlightening.” She steps back to give him room.
He straightens up, grinning at her. “Good to know that I was able to be of service.” Phasma isn’t surprised to see that at least part of his fear was an act. “I don’t suppose you’d want to thank me by following me home?”
“No, I have no interest in joining the Resistance, but I know the First Order is not for me.” Phasma nods to herself, knowing what she wants. “I will make my own way and find something I enjoy doing.”
Dameron nods looking unsurprised by her answer. “Tell you what, I know some people that could get you a gig that will let you intimidate all the small short people you want. It’s on a populated planet, lots of ways to get yourself lost, and if you find that you don’t like it I’m sure someone with your skill set could find a place for yourself easily.”
That is tempting; she would get great joy in being fearsome. If she deserts the First Order she knows that they may come after her, and being somewhere she can disappear will be a welcome bonus. Staring Dameron down, she nods her agreement. “Very well Dameron, let’s see what else you can offer me.”
“I promise I won’t disappoint you. Poe Dameron always delivers what his partners want.”
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I love Phasma and I know I likely didn't do her credit, but I tried! -grovels- It didn't help that she seemed to want to throw Poe up against a wall and do naughty things to him. That is a kink for another day, this is supposed to be silly crack!