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just-4-thrill · 7 years ago

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She Might Be Right

Fandom: Star Wars, TLJ

Characters: Paige Tico x Phasma (the slow burn ship literally no one asked for)

Words: 1642 below the cut

Summary: Paige Tico has been captured by The First Order when, much to Paige’s surprise, an officer named Captian Phasma releases her from the brig. Captain Phasma decides she will let Paige stay in her quarters where she can offer Paige protection while her wounds are treated. But why would Captain Phasma do this? Living in close quarters with the enemy puts both women in more danger than either of them could ever realize.

Paige Tico was not dead, she wasn’t anywhere near dead. In fact, her life seemed to be posing some sort of conundrum for the First Order. Paige herself might have tried to solve the puzzle of her unexpected life, if she had time for such quandaries. But she didn’t have time for luxuries; she had to find a way to escape before the First Order could break her and she revealed the secret that could bring down the resistance. She must keep it at all costs.

The door to her tiny cell opened and she braced herself for the onslaught, closing her eyes and trying to escape to her memories – this time she chose a family vacation on the beaches of Abordia with her little sister Rose. She braced her body, but…nothing. Peeking through one eye, a shiny chrome helmet filled her vision.

“I hear you have given us quite the trouble.” The voice reverberated out through the helmet, it sounded almost melodic – if a bit sinister.

Goosebumps prickled across her arms as she watched her own eyes widen in the reflection of the shiny helmet.

“Do you know who I am?”

Paige tried to shake her head, but it was strapped to the table so she barely twitched.

The silver storm trooper seemed to understand because she replied. “I am Captain Phasma, an officer of the First Order.”

“So I am working my way up the ranks, am I?” Paige retorted sarcastically and tried to lift her chin for a punch that didn’t come.

“Today is your lucky day.” Phasma shifted to the control panel near Paige’s feet.

“I sure do feel lucky.” Paige snorted, but Phasma gave her a look that even through the helmet made her question Phasma’s intent.

Her shiny chrome fist hit some button and the restraints surrounding Paige’s body released. Paige didn’t feel relieved, she felt oddly exposed.

“What’s your game here?” Paige didn’t move from her position lest she be a prey inciting the predator.

“No game,” Phasma said with an acidic sweetness. “We are letting you go. Well, actually I am letting you go. Protocol dictates we terminate murderers and your actions alone led to the deaths of thousands. Did that even occur to you – that you were killing people – when you pressed that button? Or are you capable of dehumanizing the people behind the masks?”

“That ship would have killed us all.”

“No.” Captain Phasma punched another button and Paige felt the table beneath her bend, moving her slowly into a seated position. “That ship would only have attacked you if you were intent on destroying the order that brings peace to the galaxy.”

Paige could see her face appear in the reflection of Phasma’s chest plate. It was purple and swollen around her mouth. “What you call peace is violence and oppression.”

“Control comes in many forms. What plan did the resistance have for controlling the war lords, mob bosses, and arms dealers?”Phasma stared down at Paige. “Fear is sometimes a necessary part of order. Order is a necessary part of peace. Your resistance is why there is need for protocol and leadership.” Phasma motioned for Paige to follow as she sauntered out of the room. Paige sat staring in awe at the space Phasma once occupied. This has to be a trap.

Phasma’s voice called from outside. “You are welcome to stay in the brig if you would like, but I am busy and will need to get back to my work soon. So make up your mind.”

Paige slipped off the table. Her body nearly buckled beneath her as she tried to fight her way into the corridor. Her body gave way as she stumbled through the door and into Phasma’s reflexive catch.

“We need a med chair down at cell 28V.” Phasma’s voice clicked above Paige and soon a trooper in white came rushing towards her with a sleek black chair.

Phasma barely seemed encumbered as she lifted Paige into the chair, situating her comfortably. The pain seemed to be altering Paige’s vision and a dizziness washed over her as she tried to swallow back the bile in her throat, but it erupted. She spewed vomit all over the floor and it splashed onto Phasma’s shiny silver boots.

Phasma seemed un-phased as she spoke with authority to the trooper. “I want a medteam in my quarters in 15 minutes and you will retrieve the name of the officer in charge of this interrogation. This was a Class D interrogation and it is clear that Class A tactics were used.”

“Sir.” The trooper spoke and hurried away.

Phasma stepped forward her cape flourishing behind her as she walked. The chair followed next to her instinctively. Paige received what she felt were odd looks as the two of them wound their way through the maze of corridors, but no one blocked their path. Everyone seemed to duck their heads and rush quickly by Phasma as if hoping she wouldn’t take notice. The world of straight sleek lines, parted for her in a fluid natural way. Paige didn’t know why, but she was starting to feel comfortable with Phasma towering over her, but in the back of her mind, that comfort made her uneasy – if that oxymoron of a sentiment made any sense at all.

“You said I was free?” Paige asked finally.

Phasma didn’t look down as she spoke. “We obviously will not be making any special trips for you.” Phasma paused. “Unless you are willing to give up a resistance hideout.” She seemed to almost chuckle as if she had made a joke – almost. “Otherwise, we will let you leave at any planet, or stop that you wish to leave on.” They turned a corner. “I will have someone bring you a schedule and you can pick a planet from the list. The schedule is subject to change, mostly as a result of the war your rebellion has started.” Phasma stopped at a shut door with a keypad latched to the side and punched in a few numbers. “War is chaos, which disrupts order. We still try to keep it as scheduled as possible.”

The world was spinning, but Paige pushed words out into the vortex. “What will happen to me in the meantime?”

Phasma reached another set of blocked doors and punched in a few more numbers on the keypad. “This is the officer’s wing.”

Paige looked at the corridor, which didn’t appear much different from the rest of the corridors, except maybe it was longer and had very few doors – as if the rooms they opened up to were larger than rooms in other parts of the ship.

“The officer’s quarters are here.” Phasma flourished her cloak as she gestured to the hall. “Kylo Ren and Hux have the two corner rooms on the end. Snoke, of course, has the whole upper floor, which includes his throne room – you would be quite unlucky to ever see it.” Phasma stopped at a door near the entrance to the hall and punched a few more numbers on the keypad.

The door made a swishing noise as it slid into the wall, revealing a large and spacious living room. The living room was decorated in mostly grey with hints of black and red. All of the machinery was the same shiny chrome Phasma wore on her body. Paige was in awe at the sheer gaudiness of it as Phasma ushered her through the living room and through an adjacent doorway. A room with a large bed in the center greeted Paige, and Phasma had carried Paige gently into the bed before Paige could protest. Alarms flared in her head and she looked for anything that could be used as a weapon.

Phasma seemed to notice her discomfort for she tried to explain. “This is my room. While you are not technically a prisoner, you are still a murderer and my responsibility. I cannot allow you to cause more harm to this organization. I need to get back to work, a medteam will be in here shortly and I will have a medtech check back regularly. If they mistreat you, they will answer to me.”

“What will you do for sleep?” Paige asked nervously.

“For the time being, I will sleep outside in the living room while you recover. Once you have recovered, we will reassess and determine the risk you pose to The Order. If your risk level has been downgraded enough, I can offer you a room in our low-security guest quarters until you leave. Should you choose to stay on board longer, you will undergo an assessment test to determine a role that best suits your aptitude, and you will contribute. Your quarters will be adjusted depending on your role.”

“Am I allowed to leave your quarters anytime I wish, or am I captive here?”

Phasma moved towards the door. “After you are cleared by the medteam, you are welcome to roam the public areas of the ship with an escort. But I would caution you, many on this ship – including the officers – knew people on the one you destroyed. Your safety is not a guarantee and my presence improves it considerably. You are not a prisoner here, but your history does make the situation…delicate. I will have the medteam bring you the schedule of stops so you can be choosing which planet you would like to grace your scum.”

Paige scrunched her eyebrows. “I don’t understand. If you hate me so much, why did you stand up for me?”

Phasma turned her back as she spoke. “Because…I know of fates worse than death. And one such fate is living with the guilt of thousands.”

Paige let her head lean to the side. “But I don’t feel guilty. I am a hero.”

“That’s because you don’t yet understand.”

CHAPTER 2

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sxshi-trxsh · 7 years ago

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Until The End

Pairing(s): Kylo Ren/Reader/Phasma

Warning(s): Fluff(?), They are really out of character because I’m honestly not sure how these two would connect like that

Word Count: 511

Tag: @thatprofessionalfangirl

“If you had done your job and gotten the right information Y/N wouldn’t have been hurt.” Phasma’s voice barked from one side of your cot. Even though her helmet was clenched in her grip her voice was just as commanding, just as authoritative.

“If your Stormtroopers were skilled enough we wouldn’t have been in an ambush.” Kylo’s voice spat right back, his helmet also in his hand. The poor medical droid that was stitching up your side had nervously eyed you when the two high ranking First Order officials nearly fought each other to get into the infirmary.

“Wouldn’t have been ambushed? Do know how stupid you sound right now?” She demanded and you closed your eyes, embarrassment flooding you. These two normally were fine with each other, but as of late the pressures of the First Order had driven them to each other’s throat. And it had all started with one Stormtrooper defecting and now every move one took was stepping on the toes of the other. And you always got stuck in the middle.

“Stormtroopers should be able to cut through petty Resistance forces no matter how many,” Kylo argued as the medical droid finished up the stitches. Your eyes opened as the cooling gel was put over the wound.

“I do believe this fight is moreover whose ego is bigger rather than the blaster shot in my side.” You spoke up, both of their voices dying down. After a few minutes of silence, you looked up, eyeing them both. “What? Nothing else to say?”

“Y/N,” Phasma sighed and you glanced over at her. “We are just worried about you.”

“Then help me get to our room so I can take a nap.” You grumbled, the cooling effect wearing away as Kylo helped you sit up, pulling your shirt back down. “And stop fighting over each other’s ego.” You stood up, wavering slightly before shuffling to take Phasma’s hand, Kylo’s hand on your back, guiding you.

“Things are just rough right now,” Kylo spoke up and you shot him a look.

“Things are always rough, we are supposed to be loving to each other, to support each other.” You reminded him as you entered the low-lit halls of the housing quarters.

“I suppose you are right,” Phasma spoke up and you looked at her.

“Of course I am. When aren’t I?” As you entered your room they helped you onto the bed and you eyed them as they both fidgeted with their helmets. “You two sure you can’t stay?” You raised your eyebrows at them as they shook their heads.

“No,” Kylo cleared his throat, glancing at Phasma.

“You need your rest.” She finished for him and you looked between them.

“Now you are going to gang up on me together? Unbelievable.” Huffing you pulled the blanket closer to your face. “Fine, just try not to kill eat other while I’m asleep.” You felt them both press kisses to your temple as you closed your eyes.

You three weren’t perfect, but you would be together until the end.

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