“What is this?”
Captain Phasma asked herself with an icy calmness in her voice. She crouches down to get a better look at you. For a moment you too stared at each other, her expression entirely unreadable behind her chrome helmet. Looking at your reflection on her armor, you could tell what she saw on your face: fear.
“A tiny humanoid” she says to herself, not entirely convinced that what she is seeing is truly real. You had a hard time believing it yourself. Just minutes ago you were safe in your mothers lab, and now here you stand, shrunken to the size of an insect, in front of one of the First Order’s most ruthless and sadistic Commanders. Suddenly Phasma bends down to pick you up. In a panic you run from her, sprinting and scrambling to find an escape, a hole, a vent, a crack in the wall, anything! But every direction you run, your path is suddenly blocked by Phasma’s boot dropping down in front of you.
Eventually you run out of breath, nearly collapsing from exhaustion. Phasma seizes this opportunity to pick you up, placing you on her desk. She removes her helmet, looking at you with her own eyes. All your life you assumed stormtroopers were ugly under their helmets, why else would they cover their face entirely? But seeing Phasma unmasked you felt an icy allure, a dangerous beauty staring at you with cold indifference.
“You can’t be so stupid as to think that would work.” She said venomously, addressing you personally for the first time. You nervously replied
“Well if I’m being honest I wasn’t exactly thinking.”
“Clearly you weren’t otherwise you would not be here.”
“And where exactly is here?”
“You seriously don’t know? you Resistance spies are getting dumber by the day! This is Starkiller base. You are in my quarters, and trespassers are to be captured or executed on sight!” She answered, bluntly, almost in anticipation.
This situation is getting worse all the time. As if being shrunk in Starkiller Base wasn’t bad enough, Captain Phasma thinks your a spy for the Resistance!
“Phasma wait! I’m not a spy!” You cried out
“They always say that.” she chuckled to herself. She then grabs you once more and says
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