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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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amothershed · 7 years ago

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Baby Daddy

Rumors were swirling around Starkiller Base that Captain Phasma is pregnant. Although she hasn’t come forward confirming or denying it she exemplified all the symptoms of a typical pregnancy. No one, not even Kylo Ren knows of this. Besides the symptoms, no one would’ve thought that she would be. She probably didn’t think so herself. How could anyone see a bump under all that armor? Maybe that was what she wanted, she wanted to keep it a deep dark secret.

As Phasma sat inside a private bathroom stall within the Base, she did one of the pregnancy tests that made one “pee on a stick” and awaited the results. This irritated her as she is supposed to be a warrior, a person to be feared, a stormtrooper that isn’t supposed to exemplify any emotional feelings. And here she was, alone and vulnerable. She placed the test on the sink and washed her hands. This was one of the rare occasions she wasn’t in full armor, because doing a pregnancy test would be hard with it on.

“Ren, it’s hard to imagine how Phasma could be pregnant I mean who possibly knocked her up, they knocked her up good”. Armitage Hux commented with a tinge of envy to his voice that he couldn’t father the child she is carrying. “Maybe she got drunk or something like I mean how the hell did they get past all that metal”? Kylo Ren asked and just guesses and knows that neither of them were fathering her baby.

“Do you think she would tell us, you know if she is”? Kylo asked out of curiosity. “Don’t count on it Ren. I’m sure she’s not peachy about pregnancy announcements”. Hux was almost sure Phasma wasn’t the type for cute little announcements or anything to that extent. In fact Hux was sure she would try her best to conceal her body to make the baby bump look less obvious.

A few hours later, Phasma came back to the sink where she left her pregnancy test. Without a second thought, she looked at the test that read with a pink plus sign. She couldn’t be, she is in denial, dammit this wasn’t supposed to happen she’s a stormtrooper for goodness sake. But there it read, a sure thing. She didn’t want to believe it at first but this wasn’t the first time she’s had to face reality. Her heart sank as she didn’t know what to do with a baby in her body. She sat down inside the bathroom stall and cried her eyes out. She wouldn’t let anyone see her in this vulnerable state, ever.

In fact she needed to find a way to destroy the evendince. But she settled for tossing the stick in the trash. And hoping no one else could see it. Because she couldn’t imagine anyone else knowing this. After a long cry, she silently pulled herself together and went back to her quarters, she wasn’t herself and she couldn’t imagine trying to put her armor on, she knew it would be harder as the time went on and her stomach grew bigger. She didn’t want to think about it.

It was only a matter a time before Kylo’s force sensitive abilities sensed that something was off, and he knew that the rumors that were swirling were true. Phasma is pregnant. It was as this was some kind of ancient taboo. She hasn’t left her quarters in days and some stormtroopers grew concerned about their leader. But the real question still remains, who is fathering the child that she carries?

Armitage Hux arrived at Phasma’s quarters and knocked quietly at the door. “Phasma, is everything alright”? Hux asked. He took a breath just in case she busted through the door and took a blaster to his head. But there was silence, which was unusual for her. Hux was at a loss so he knocked again a little bit louder than the first time. “Phasma, please everyone is worried about you”. Hux implies. Still no response, this worried Hux so much that he was willing to take his blaster to the door. But he decided against that idea, he didn’t want to put her or the child under any kind of stress. If those rumors are true he figured.

“Hux go away please”. Phasma replied with a somber tone. Hux knew right away that wasn’t the voice everyone was used to. “You know that I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on”. Hux pressed.

Finally, the door to her quarters slid open. However, she was curled up in her bed with her hands on her abdomen. This was one of the rarest moments that only Hux had the opportunity of witnessing. Not only was she without her suit of chrome armor, she was in one of the most vulnerable states that she’s even been in. Hux sat down next to her bed next to her. “Are you sick”? Hux asked resisting the urge to caress her shoulders. Although she’s in a vulnerable state that didn’t take away the fact that she could easily blow his hands off if he tried to touch her.

She slowly rose from her bed and sat up to talk to Hux. “Hux, no I’m not sick or dying. I have morning sickness because I’m pregnant”. Phasma replies without the usual command in her voice that everyone is used to. This took Hux for suprise as he would have never imagined her of all people in the entire galaxy to be pregnant. So those rumors are true he thought to himself as he didn’t know what else to say. “Goodness, Phasma well I assume congratulations is in order for you and the little one growing inside of you”. Hux replies. As soon as Hux could finish Phasma was experiencing another episode morning sickness she didn’t have time to talk to Hux as she was back in her personal bathroom hurling her guts out.

Hux let out a big, long sigh as he thought to himself that this would be a long nine months. He knew he would have to be extra careful with her if she chose to go back to the battlefield. “How long as this been happening”? Hux asked as Phasma left the bathroom. “Forever”. She replied although it wasn’t it felt like that to her.

“We should take you to the Med Bay”. Hux suggests. “Have you tried eating or drinking anything”? Hux asked. “Yes, but I keep bringing it back up so it’s useless”. Phasma replied. Hux grew worried as she exemplified the most severe form of morning sickness. “Yes we are definitely going to the Med Bay”. Hux demands. He buzzed one of the stormtroopers to send their leader to the Med Bay. “You do realize I’m still in charge”. Phasma scorned the stormtroopers who assisted her to the medical bay wing of the Base.

She was angry that some of her troopers had seen her without her armor, her helmet, her weapons, and in a vulnerable state. “You are in no shape to do any trooper duties, Captain”. One stormtrooper replies as they took her to the medical bay.

This infuriated her, she didn’t need any help. She was supposed to be their superior and now they are telling her what to do?! Just who did they think they were. She thought to herself as her stomach roiled. She tried her best to convince herself that she was fine as she finally arrived at the medical bay.

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