Captain Phasma

"Survival...at any cost."

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

It was a moment after he took the quick step to the left that he heard the oncoming movement of air and just barely brought his arm up quick enough to prevent the chromium from hitting his head. A spark of pain shivered up his arm and he frowned. Less with the spike of pain and more with the fact that he had stopped paying attention to the force. 

“I don’t have a preference.” His words came airily, the opposite of the weight of the atmosphere around them. Sure, he understood the seriousness of the situation. He rather brushed it off than expend any energy on this, though; he really was looking forward to getting back on ship. “I’m just amused by your own. I thought you wanted to get out of here alive.”

With a flourish, Phasma slammed the sharp tip of her spear into the charred earth beside her, and stood still, smoke drifting and swirling all around them with a heavy wind. Perhaps he was telling the truth; their paths had only crossed by accident. Either way, if he meant to kill her, she would already be dead. And if he meant to report her desertion of the Order and the Supreme Leader...

Well, she had never developed the habit of begging for her life.

“I do.”

[blackcatrph]

** misc  angst  sentence  starters.

“  come  back.  come  back  to  me.  ”

“  it  was  real  for  me.  ”

“  i’ll  fight  the  bad  dreams  off  if  they  come  to  get  you.  ”

“  flowers  grow  back  even  after  the  harshest  of  winters.  you  will  too.  ”

“  i  won’t  leave  you  here  !  ”

“  we’re  in  this  together.  ”

“  i  don’t  need  your  help.  not  anymore.  ”

“  you  left  me  to  die  !  ”

“  what  if  i  never  fall  in  love  again  ?  ”

“  we  can’t  keep  doing  this.  ”

“  when  were  you  going  to  tell  me  about  this  ?  ”

“  you  need  to  stay  with  me  !  don’t  close  your  eyes  okay  ?  ”

“  my  duty  must  come  before  everything  else.  you  knew  this.  ”

“  stay  away  from  me  !  i  don’t  want  to  see  you  again  !  ”

“  there’s  nothing  you  can  do  that  will  fix  this.  ”

“  sometimes  it  feels  like  the  world  is  crumbling  beneath  my  feet.  ”

“  now  is  not  the  time  for  goodbyes.  now  is  the  time  to  fight.  ”

“ trust  no  one.  not  even  me.  you  understand  ?  ”

“  i’m  fine.  i  can  walk  on  my  own.  ”

“  please,  just  look  at  me.  ”

“  you  and  i  are  no  heroes.  ”

“  you  think  you  can  just  waltz  back  in  here  and  pretend  everything  is  okay  ?  ”

“  those  are  the  words  of  a  coward  !  ”

“  you  can’t  save  everyone.  ”

“  you’re  better  off  without  me.  ”

“  i  trusted  you  !  ”

“  you  deserve  more  than  i  can  give  you.  ”

“  please,  don’t  hurt  me  again.  ”

“  you  would  never  understand  the  pain  you  put  me  through.  ”

“  did  you  ever  love  me  ?  or  were  those  just  words  you  said  ?  ”

“  haven’t  you  done  enough  today  ?  ”

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

He barely processed the laugh before ducking on instinct, thought catching up as he smoothly sidestepped. He couldn’t help the way an eyebrow raised. Couldn’t help how a part of his lip quirked upwards. Taking another step, he made sure to carefully watch her movements, making a sound similar to her’s, “Hm.” Even Row isn’t sure if he meant it to be mocking. It’s not like he was taking a moment to think about anything.

The next words are unabashedly meant to irk her, “Is that really the best idea?” But why not? This little match could be fun. Still, Row made no move for his lightsaber or any other weapon - not yet, anyways. 

She watched him quietly, the squint in her eyes hidden behind her helmet as she followed him with the point of her spear. General Hux had a similar sharp tongue, just as patronizing as his father. She’d almost started to miss that flavor of cruel wit. Almost.

Phasma moved, finally, with a thrust of the spear meant to force him to dodge to the left, only to swing the other end of that long, chromium rod, aimed to catch him across the helmet. It was a move meant to chastise more than actually harm him, to insult more than wound.

“Would you rather I turned my back on you, Rownei? Walk away from you, as I’ve already done once before?”

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

Offended. What does he have to be offended over? Regardless, he’s starting to realize how irritated he actually is, which just exacerbates it all. She’s not important enough to warrant any sort of emotion. Still, he can’t help the way his foot stalls the slightest mid-step at his first name with no surname to follow. She doesn’t get to call him that. But he continues his slow circle around her. 

“You didn’t fight to the ‘bitter end’ if you’re still alive.” He’s seen her fight, time and time again. It’s who they are - fighters, the best of soldiers - but apparently her loyalty does know bounds, and that? That’s worse than running from a fight or from death. What’s the point of survival when you’re not fighting for anything? What’s the point in living for the sake of living? “And that end would have been better than whatever you call this.” Spoken as if the burning remains weren’t his fault. Not that it would make a difference. Sending this village to ash is basically doing her a favor, in his mind. “This is nothing. This is pointless. Which might as well be a reflection of what you’ve become.”

“Hm...”

It was barely the resemblance of a laugh that almost found its way out of her throat, a smug, tired sound with no joy. 

With a sudden flourish, she pulled the long, chromium spear she had made herself so many years ago, activating its points to extend with a flash and a song of sliding metal that swung for Rownei Ren’s head. He could use the Force to overcome her, but...where would the sport be in that?

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

A mocking smile crossed his face when she had to take a step, followed by a dry-humored snort at Phasma’s words. It figured she would take this there. That she would make a whim of a choice into something.   

“You really are flattering yourself today, former Captain.” Rownei started to take a few steps to his left. Standing idle gets boring easily, and Phasma was always fun to set on edge at any opportunity. “Did you forget that I don’t work for the Order?” It was a point intentioned to lead her to somewhere, to a realization - that he had told Kylo instead of the Order, and it would be Kylo that decided whether or not to pass on the information. As far as Rownei was concerned, his duty stopped there until told otherwise. “Or were you as quick to forget everything as quick as you were to abandon it? How long were you waiting for an opportunity to become a deserter?” And how, exactly, had Rownei missed it? Surely his attention hadn’t lapsed so badly as to not feel the oncoming event. 

“For a man whose loyalties don’t lie with the Order, you seem offended and....surprised...that mine didn’t, either.”

Phasma watched as he stepped aside, but stood her ground, collected and still. At any moment, he could kill her, if he liked. She’d seen him move on the battlefield, smooth and swift and untouchable, and....of course...that Force inside him, the invisible power to snatch an enemy by the throat and dangle them in the air, without laying a finger on them. 

“I wasn’t looking for an opportunity, Rownei. I fought to the bitter end to fulfill my duty to the Order. But I was left for dead on the burning carcass of that ship...and would have died, had I not taken the opportunity that presented itself. The Order does not forgive failure. Neither does Kylo Ren. With General Hux’s status and authority in shambles, I was under no delusion to my own importance. The Order would not have wasted its waning resources on restoring a ruined Stormtrooper Captain. Better, cheaper, and easier to simply memorialize me on a bit of chromium, to boost the morale of the Troopers. The Order would prefer me dead, after the defeat on the Finalizer. I merely chose to survive, instead.”

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

At that, Rownei could almost laugh. Almost. Instead, he raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. That was hardly an insult. Hardly truth. But the workings of the knights were always supposed to be a mystery to anyone outside them and Rownei shrugged with a fleeting and mocking grin, “Long leash.” With that, he threw the hand holding her wrist towards the ground, only releasing at the last moment. “I knew as soon as I entered orbit. As for the Order, I really couldn’t say. Not that I would. It might be funny to let Hux have to issue your execution order.” 

There was loyalty in him, still. Or perhaps just bitterness. Perhaps he took pleasure in letting her live, to go on as a nameless, faceless ghost in the galaxy. Phasma couldn’t tell. She braced herself as he flung her arm downward, but the strength behind his motion forced her to take a step, widening her stance to keep her balance. It was a moment of vulnerability, of weakness...and Rownei knew it. Had to know. A Knight of Ren had purpose in all that he did, just as she did. Used to.

She straightened slowly, recovering with the faintest hint of struggle, and ignored a pang of pain that slid like knives up her thigh and settled into her hip above the lower leg that was now missing, replaced by an unseen prosthetic. It wasn’t the only part of her that had been mangled in the wreckage of the Finalizer, and she wasn’t eager for him to learn of those parts.

“If you have no intention of taking me in or alerting the Order, that leaves only one possibility...this is personal for you.” 

Her head tilted slightly, like a quizzical predator searching for the sound of its prey beneath the piles of ash under their feet. 

“You missed me...”

They’d been close, once. That much, Phasma couldn’t deny. They’d grown to trust one another, had survived together through close calls and escaped destruction more than once. He had earned her respect, and she, she assumed, had earned his.  But she had never allowed herself to think of him as a friend...to do so could have been a disastrous liability. To let herself care for him...to fear losing him...Those things compromised her cold, calculating rationale. Worse, they could only compound the regret that still lived quietly in her heart, for what she’d done to her own people, her own brother, back on Parnassos. For what she would inevitably do to him, if it meant the difference between survival and death.

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

“As if this took any effort.” Disdain dripped from his voice as he regarded her. This sort of destruction was nothing. Fire is easily fanned into an all consuming inferno with little influence on his part. And death? These sorts of people go down easier than weeds, and it all could just be the beginning; his plans ended with his mission here, and now his time was his to do with as he pleased. “My purpose here is beyond your clearance now, but I promise you and your ego that it had nothing to do with you. I just thought I’d stop by to see how low you’ve fallen.” With a smirk, Rownei tilted his head, “You didn’t disappoint. There’s not much lower than this.” 

The prick to her pride was felt, and Phasma’s jaw clenched. But more than that, she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d found her, how he knew who she was without her chromium armor, without the tone of her voice to rely on, masked behind the modulator it had to pass through now. Perhaps the Force....in its infinite and infuriating mystery, made him aware of her in ways undetectable to anyone else.  Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. More pressing, was whether he intended to discard their history, the rapport they’d built in their service of their masters together, and report her as a deserter to the First Order...or whatever was left of it. As she leaned down toward him, her own venom snarled its way through her words.

“Says the dog at the end of Kylo Ren’s leash. How long have you known I was alive?”

[chromecaptain]

Just quietly remembering Phasma would have looked something like this back on Parnassos when she was with the Scyre clan. 

[eugenieroe]

can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??

[chromecaptain]

renkniighted​:

It was not often he left the confines of the ships of the First Order without a purpose, an objective, some sort of goal and the outline of a means of achieving it. He hadn’t meant to come across Phasma. Hadn’t meant to come across _anyone_. But of everything they had lost that day … and she had the nerve to just disappear? 

It’s not often mindless destruction is his immediate reaction, and yet they stood in its embers. His gaze shifted to a trail of smoke over her shoulder before focusing back on her at the grip on his chin, body tensing on instinct. 

Then in a flash, his hand moved to grab her wrist, hold tight and just beginning to twist. He refused to move, instead used his own strength and the Force to twist her hand away, “Don’t assume anything about my intentions here.” He spit the words, fury once again sparked, “Touch me again and you will die on this damn rock, and I’ll make sure your remains here are the only legacy you leave behind.”   

Phasma’s eyes narrowed, venom dripping from his tongue as he finally spoke, a snake itching for a sudden movement, a reason to strike, every inch of him aflame with his fury. It had been a long time since last she’d taken in the warmth of that fire, and burned alongside him. “Then tell me...why all this death? This destruction? Why the effort of finding me?”

[rocksareblue]

Show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins

“Pluto” - Sleeping At Last // Atlas: Year One (via rocksareblue)

[chromecaptain]

first-order-general​:

It was not the answer he had been hoping for, but somehow he’d known it was coming. He looked at the visor for a moment, then his eyes unfocused slightly, gazing somewhere behind her. He nodded. 

“I knew someone would come.” His voice was empty, hollow. He turned back to the drink, eyes moving sightlessly over the bar. “Will you have a drink with me first?” 

He was armed, but he had no plan to put up a fight. All this time thinking he would go down kicking and biting, and now that his fate had arrived– he was tired of running. It was a little insulting that he would finally be gotten by a bounty hunter. Insulting, but not surprising. The Republic never had been good at doing their own work. 

“Please,” he said, finally, irritated to find that his voice was a little ragged. “Have a drink with me, and I’ll go willingly. I deserve that much at least, don’t I?” It wasn’t a ruse, it wasn’t a plan to get his captor drunk. It was the last wish of a dying man. 

Phasma hesitated, considering. 

“What you deserve is up for debate...”

But she made no move to force him from his seat, or to move from hers. Instead, the bounty hunter triggered the mechanism at the jaw of her mask, segments shifting and withdrawing to expose her lower face. A permanent snarl was revealed, her pale flesh burned into twisted scar tissue that had ruined a portion of her mouth, and ravaged one side of her face. She picked up the drink she’d originally ordered for him, and carefully tipped the glass to the intact portion of her lips, careful not to spill the bitter alcohol down her chin.

[rpmemes-galore]

paranormal activity … sentence starters 

“It’s getting worse.“

“Run to your little friend!“

“You are absolutely powerless!“

“Yeah, it’s definitely not human.“

“I feel it. I feel it breathing on me.“

“Where was it when you found it?”

“I thought the old house burned down.“

“I have a little bit of say in what we do.”

“You’re screaming like that over a spider?“

“You cannot run from this… it will follow you.“

“There’s something up there. I’ve gotta look.“

“So you’d think a psychic would, uh, be on time.“

“Has this shit happened in the day-time before?“

“Well, ‘cause ghosts are spirits of human beings.“

“That makes no sense. That makes no sense at all.“

“I’ve been doing my research. I’m taking care of this.“

“I get that, but honestly what was I supposed to say?”

“Well, yeah… did you go run and get the camera first?“

“This is our old house! What in the hell is doing in the attic?“

“There is no way. There is no way you found that in our attic.”

“Hey, I think there’s a demon that I think has been following me.“

“No, you haven’t been having any progress, and you’re not in control!”

“Let’s talk about this first. It’s just, I’m in control, I’m making progress.“

“It feels like it’s… it feels like a monster. I mean like, it wants to hurt me.“

“I’m pretty sure what we did was illegal in Kentucky and 20 other states.“

“I’m not going to kiss the camera. I’ll kiss you, but I won’t kiss the camera.“

“It is in control, and if you think you’re in control, then you’re being an idiot!“

“Nobody comes in my house, fucks with my girlfriend, and gets away with it.“

“I said don’t mess with that stuff, because it scared me and what do you do?”

“Well, whatever it is that’s following me, it doesn’t feel… it doesn’t feel human.“

“You didn’t exactly warn me about this kind of stuff before we moved in together.”

“Well, basically it could be two things: it could be a ghost… or it could be a demon.”

“Not a single thing you’ve done has helped, and I’m sorry, I don’t mean to burst your bubble…”

“Well, I’ve been going by the evidence, and I’m doing my research, and I’m going to find out what it is.”

“You promised me — don’t look at me like that — you promised me you weren’t going to mess with that stuff.“

“No. I promised you I wasn’t going to buy a Ouija board. I didn’t buy a Ouija board. I borrowed a Ouija board.“

“Basically, they’re these malevolent evil spirits that only exist to cause pain and commit evil for their own amusement.“

“What if we just get this Ouija board, and we find out what it wants, and then we give it what it wants? Then, it’s gone.“

“No, but maybe on our fifteenth date, or our thirtieth date, or when we decided to live together… that might’ve been a good thing to bring up.“

[chromecaptain]

Miss Phasma, you are a bombshell!

[dovingmemes]

random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “

[chromecaptain]

first-order-general​:

He shook his head, half shrugged. Sipped the drink, feeling empty. “Family, hm?” Trying not to sound so bitter, trying not to sound jealous. He had nothing, no one. And it was better and it was safer, but was still just awful.

“No family. I’m just– here.” The Arkanis accent heavy in his voice, just in case. But at the same time, he was on his second drink, and he’d never had anything of a tolerance. He shrugged again, this time even more hopeless. “This is a strange time in my life,” he said, a little too honestly. He glanced over at the stranger. 

“I suppose you could say I’m marooned.” Exiled would be a better word for it, but he couldn’t bear to say it. And then, as if the liquor was cutting clarity through to his mind, he just said it.

“Are you here to kill me?” 

Phasma paused, head turning to look down at him through the red glare of her visor, silent. It wasn’t a long moment, but enough that it had likely already answered his question for her. Damn. 

“No. I’m only here to collect and transport you.”

There was no sense in lying to him. She wouldn’t have afforded any other bounty that sort of kindness, but especially not him. She’d done enough lying to him, and it was pointless now. As tired and defeated as he looked, perhaps he had simply been waiting for this day. Perhaps it would be a mercy to deliver him to his death. But something about that thought kindled a flame of anger inside her.

If he had spent all this time hiding and trying to survive, she hoped he at least had some fight left in him.

“If I was meant to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

[renkniighted]

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