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chromeyacht) wrote2016-05-30 10:53 am
chromeyacht) wrote2016-05-30 10:53 am
[closed] what do those people do?
As if Kylo Ren himself wasn't enough, Phasma thought. As if one uncontrollable, unknown quantity aboard their ship wasn't bad enough, now they were going to be subjected to two.
Both General Hux and Lord Ren were on the surface of Starkiller, leaving Phasma to see to the Finalizer, and, by extension, their new guest. She had no idea what to expect, but that was to be expected by now. Force users were always deliberately mysterious, and it wasn't even clear why another one was coming. In fact, it wasn't even clear what she was - a Knight of Ren? A Sith Lord? There was no detail, just the name and the orders that she be met with respect and given quarters aboard their ship. Phasma detested the lack of clarity, the vagueness of the orders, the implication that they needed some sort of magic to achieve their goals. It was enough of a challenge keeping Ren from shredding this ship some days, and now this woman -
Lady Vanessa Ives. The name felt too mundane, and yet it managed to convey the same sort of dread heralded by any Force user.
She wondered if this was how Hux had felt, watching Kylo Ren's command shuttle sweep into the hangar for the first time. With any luck, Lady Ives would have a more favorable temperament.
Phasma stood straight and tall in front of her stormtroopers, with only her blaster holstered at her thigh. She always felt a little naked without the weight of her rifle in her hands, but even she couldn't go parading around with it all the time. Suffering the small things was part of the job, though, so she could endure the larger injustices. Even with her helmet on, she watched the shuttle clear its landing, and waited, keeping the dread at bay as best she could.
Both General Hux and Lord Ren were on the surface of Starkiller, leaving Phasma to see to the Finalizer, and, by extension, their new guest. She had no idea what to expect, but that was to be expected by now. Force users were always deliberately mysterious, and it wasn't even clear why another one was coming. In fact, it wasn't even clear what she was - a Knight of Ren? A Sith Lord? There was no detail, just the name and the orders that she be met with respect and given quarters aboard their ship. Phasma detested the lack of clarity, the vagueness of the orders, the implication that they needed some sort of magic to achieve their goals. It was enough of a challenge keeping Ren from shredding this ship some days, and now this woman -
Lady Vanessa Ives. The name felt too mundane, and yet it managed to convey the same sort of dread heralded by any Force user.
She wondered if this was how Hux had felt, watching Kylo Ren's command shuttle sweep into the hangar for the first time. With any luck, Lady Ives would have a more favorable temperament.
Phasma stood straight and tall in front of her stormtroopers, with only her blaster holstered at her thigh. She always felt a little naked without the weight of her rifle in her hands, but even she couldn't go parading around with it all the time. Suffering the small things was part of the job, though, so she could endure the larger injustices. Even with her helmet on, she watched the shuttle clear its landing, and waited, keeping the dread at bay as best she could.