starter for @notaprincessaqueen from captain phasma 🥈
Phasma was not an emotional woman. Never had been. But as she stood outside the cell which contained one of the most dangerous rebels in the galaxy, something close to a smile twisted its way across her features. It stayed in place as she quickly tapped in the security code and stepped inside, though of course it was discreetly hidden behind her ever-present helmet.
Even in defeat, the woman was graceful. Phasma had expected no less from General Organa, but it still irked her. Not a single hair out of her intricate woven hairstyle seemed out of place, as though the First Order stormtroopers under Phasma’s command had gently persuaded her into the cell rather than dragging her. With heavy footsteps, the captain crossed the room, the door closing behind her with a quiet hiss. They were alone.
“General Organa—or should I say... princess?” There was little to no amusement in Phasma’s voice, despite her choice of words. As always, she remained deadpan, cold. “I hope you find this cell to your liking, because you will be staying here a while.”