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tushanshu_ooc2016-05-18 08:19 pm
CAPTAIN PHASMA || STAR WARS; THE FORCE AWAKENS || just write your own lmf
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He glowered and elbowed his way through the crowd on the marketplace, not in the mood to play nice. He just wanted to get back to their camp, and... well, certainly not sulk. Brood. Yes, that sounded better.
A glint of familiar chrome armour had him halting, which sent an elderly lady carrying a basket full of apples stumbling into him. He didn't even notice the mayhem of rolling apples.
"Captain Phasma, is that you?"
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Down went the foot, the apple crnching underneath. Another few steps and she'd managed to get close enough to speak without shouting, one arm raising to salute.
"Sir."
Military professionalism kept her from betraying her relief. Maybe now she'd get some real answers.
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He crossed his hands behind his back as he covertly sized up the Captain's less than immaculate state of dress. There was a distinct smell to her armour, too, but he wasn't going to embarrass by commenting on it. "You seem to have run into some trouble, Captain. I assume it has been taken care of?"
He had every trust that it was taken care of, you didn't make Captain Phasma look like she had rolled around in garbage and got away with it.
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...though, the source of it wasn't exactly any better. No, I was trapped in the trash compactor and now I'm here. Also, I lowered the Starkiller shields. She pushed this to the side, speaking slowly and carefully. "Unfortunately, I wasn't presented the opportunity before finding myself elsewhere. From what I understand, this is...not uncommon."
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"From when were you taken?" he asked bluntly. "Do you know what became of Starkiller Base? I have been taken from several days after." If she didn't know, he would rather not be the one to tell her what had become of the weapon.
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Not for the first time, she curses herself for lowering her guard. Something happened, and she had played a part in it.
"It was being assaulted. The shields...had just been lowered." If need be, she'll debrief her particular involvement in that later, but...not here. Not now.
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"As you can imagine, the Resistance pilots made good use of the shields being lowered," he began, deciding to go about this as delicately as he could. Many Stormtroopers had been lost that day, and while their lives meant little to him, Phasma might feel differently. "We were able to evacuate key personnel, and escape with the Finalizer."
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phone tags blech
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have something ridiculous
Naturally, his mood wasn't the best (which said very little), and it didn't change when he ran into Phasma. "I am aware that we are not currently on the Finalizer, and well beyond the reach of the First Order, but I still expect you to adhere to our strict uniform policy." Why are you in public with trash on you.
a+
Hux's greeting gets the slightest tilt of a head, and then a single nod that most would interpret as subdued. For Phasma, however...
"My deepest apologies, General. If you could direct me towards the nearest unit designed for armor sanitation..."
For the love of Stars, either tell her where or help her get this shit off.
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"As far as I know, there isn't one here." He paused. "You might be better off wearing civilian attire and washing it all by hand."
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"Then- do we have a set of quarters I could utilize?" Yes, 'we'. Phasma doesn't even consider asking if she'll be residing with Hux; it's a given, considering their positions.
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At least, Hux feels they are, for obvious reasons.
"Not exactly, at the moment. We found ourselves in a predicament not too long ago..."
See: they done fucked up, Phas.
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"What kind of predicament, General?"
Uh oh. She's using that tone. The one where she's utterly professional and respectful but what the fuck did you do.
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SUP BABY
Somewhat frustrated and in need of a break, Poe walked into the first bar in the Central Sector that he could see and that didn't look too shady. However, because he was walking in at the same time someone was walking out, Poe crashed against a solid body and almost fell backwards.
"Sorry, I wasn't looki....oh." He blinked, realized that his current line of view might not be the most polite, and titled his head up.
hey shortie how you doin
This bar, however? Slag and scrap this bar. Or maybe just the natives in it, disgusting her with their attitudes and behavior and she wouldn't have cared about the one she barreled in to on her way out if not for two things.
One, he was human. Not a kedan.
Two, she recognized him.
Her eyes widened, then narrowed, just in time for their gazes to meet. A thin frown crossed her features as she considered her options. Obviously, taking him in to custody would be pointless, not to mention foolish in these surroundings - what would they even use with the information they drew from him?
That still left the question of what to do with him. Here. Now.
Pretty well, the weather is great down there.
He was in civilian clothes, he couldn't always wear the orange flightsuit and it got him odd looks among the populations. One of the saddest things about this world, in Poe's biased opinion, it was that it had no x-wings or many spaceships in general
That worry was forgiven for the moment, as he gave the woman a quick look. She was certainly impressive, and not because of her height alone. The way it carried herself was also familiar but Poe couldn't put his finger on it. When he realized that he had been staring for a few seconds he gave her an apologetic smile.
"My apologies ma'am, I was distracted and not looking where I was going. I hope you don't mind the question but you are human as well?"
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Yeah she saw where your eyes were.
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"No, no, it isn't. I'm just glad to meet another one of us, there aren't all that many in the city. And only a few from my home world."
Listen, miss, with their size differences Poe was trying to make a conscious effort to not looks straight ahead. His dad raised no rude man.
Given as how they were still by the door and blocking the entrance, one of the customers yelled at them to either get in or get lost. Poe shook his head but flashed Phasma another smile.
"Hm. Fancy a drink? My treat, of course."
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"Not here," she declared, stepping forwards and out of the doorway. "The clientele leaves something to be desired."
They're moronic racist pieces of bantha dung.
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"Aren't you a little tall for a Stormtrooper?"
Seriously, he can actually look you in the eye. Do you have any idea how long it's been since he could say that about someone?
i cracked up irl
Oh, okay. She's hallucinating. This makes some sense. Phasma reaches up to touch the side of her helmet, fiddling with the controls because maybe some of the air has slipped past the filters.
"I am of suitable height."
Beat.
"...sir?"
I was so happy to use that line ngl
Did HR finally come around on the issue of diversity in hiring? He didn't think those jerks would ever budge. It was always some excuse about ordering everything in bulk.
"What is your rank and designation?"
Sorry Plasma, you are in fact talking to Darth Vader... And yes, he is holding a Star Trek coffee mug.
she's just 'what the heck was in the sewage'
"Captain Phasma of the First Order."
A hallucination of one of the First Order's most respected figures.
Welcome to the wild world of the multiverse Phasma!
His grandson had told some... well, not very much at all really... they had other more important things to talk about. At least that explains why she looks so odd.
"Well Captain, I expect there is a good reason for your... condition"
The garbage smudges really don't work well with chromium and black.