Disoriented from the teleportation and more than a bit nauseous, you took a moment to get your bearings. It appeared that you were in somebody’s quarters, perhaps on some kind of military base. Whoever lived in the spot you were in must be important, considering that they had the room all to themself. It was a small, but relatively comfortable room, with a bed, a desk, a couple of storage cabinets, and a personal shower. Simultaneously you realized that you had shrunk to the size of an inch. Damn it! You knew this was one of the risks of this technology but you just had to test it anyway!
Before you can formulate a plan to get help or escape, you hear the door slide open behind you. You turn around to see your worst fears in this moment fully realized. This was a first order base, quite possibly Starkiller Base itself, and you were standing, completely helpless, the quarters of Captain Phasma herself! Already a tall an imposing figure to an ordinary soldier on the battlefront, the sight of the Chrome titaness before you filled you with dread, paralyzing you with fear. From what seemed like hundreds of feet above you, the notorious Captain Phasma saw...
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