#flashback to two years ago when my pal and i did this crackship phasma x kylo rp

[luke-shywalker]

(Phaslo RP) A Gift From A Wizard~

The First Order.

The name had failed to strike fear into the heart of the Republic, at first. The New Republic had not believed that there was any power strong enough to shatter what it claimed was galaxy-wide peace.

But the First Order had struck the heart of the Republic, whether they had feared it or not. Starkiller Base had reduced Hosnian Prime, then the Republic’s capital, to a mass of disintegrated matter floating loosely in space.

Starkiller Base was no more, now. The First Order had retreated back into the shadows, temporarily, to recollect itself and then—to strike back.

Kylo Ren, years ago, had once been a “victory kid"—one of the many children that composed the first post-Imperial generation. Their parents had lived through the Galactic Civil War; hoped that their offspring would never have to do the same.

Hopes were dashed on the day that the New Republic capital disappeared.

And war begun anew.

“Kylo Ren strode through the halls of the provisional base, turning a cold stare upon each individual that stopped to look at him in surprise. He had been incapacitated for a while due to some rather embarrassing battle injuries. Some were not quite fully healed. But Kylo was not willing to wait any longer than he had to, lest anyone forget his presence. Behind his mask, he almost enjoyed the stunned look of fear that played itself out on the faces of various officers as he stalked swiftly through the corridors.

He had kept the same cloak. It was slashed and singed with the marks of a lightsaber—the one that had no right to be in the hands of a girl, a mere child. He found himself clenching his fists at the thought.

The same cloak, so that he would not forget his failures. Failure motivated him. It drove him to surpass his struggle.

Kylo slowed his pace as he noticed a head of perfectly groomed bright red hair in one of the control rooms.

Speaking of struggle, here was a man who was a constant struggle to deal with. Kylo was aware that, in his own absence, General Hux had assumed the role of intimidator that the former had held with pride. It would be a disservice to allow the general to continue misbelieving in his own importance.

Kylo entered the room swiftly, ignoring the lingering sting of pain in his side and his left shoulder.

“General Hux,” he said indifferently, almost casually in its condescendence, by way of greeting. His mask infused his voice with a menacing crackle; brought it down to a deeper pitch.

Phasma stood off a distance of the large room. Her gaze was sorely focused on her general, the upheld man who looked down on everyone and sometimes even looked like he was bound to fall curses on the Supreme Leader himself. It disturbed her deep down, her loyalty to the First Order didn’t come out of sentimental reason but she knew better than to go against the master that ruled in the shadows. Though, she didn’t have her heart in her work, she earned her title and place, her skill was hardly matched. Whatever reminisce of her past life still lingered, she delved into the duties of being the Commander of the First Order. And she was pretty damn good at it too, being as what some would say a “glorified attack dog”. Of course she would appear as a mindless mutt to many, taking orders and not speaking about them in any other form than to execute them with the finesse of a seasoned soldier. Yet, that did not keep her from having her own opinions of what her work actually entailed. 

Her doubts made her instinctively resist from becoming a drone that only received orders and instead she kept her focuses on the soldiers she commanded instead of on her many swimming conspiracies clouding her mind. Her eyes flickered as the troopers standing at the doorway as they saluted. Her body tensed involuntarily as if it had sense the darker presence of the Sith as he stalked into the room moments after the movement made by the guards.

Yes, she could not have doubts clouding her mind and her vision when she should be focusing on not meeting her demise by the face of her so called “allies”. Any misstep and she would end up where all those troopers lay on the previous Starkiller base. Something she truly didn’t find satisfactory. Her gaze turned back to her General as he turned slightly to glare evenly at the Sith known as Kylo Ren.

Even as her optics missed the underlying tension between the two, she could feel their mutual hatred and mistrust a mile away. How could they defeat their adversaries when they could hardly keep from measuring each other up when in the same room.

She turned her attention to Kylo, there was something far more dangerous about the cloaked man than there was about the strict General. Kylo was erratic, unpredictable in his age. Hux was cold, collected, spitting fire at times but hardly ever unpredictable. Though, she would rather work with the Sith with rage than serve under such a dull man like Hux who only looked at her with contempt and disappointment. She never understood it. She did her job, everything she was asked, she performed well among the other high ranks, yet nothing would ever be good enough for a man like Hux.

Not that she worried about it. Her job, her life was just to fight and take orders. What did it matter that her superiors had a personal spat with her. She wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to defeat all those who oppose order and justice.

If she wasn’t a well trained professional she would have scoffed aloud at the irony of it all. Order? Like Kylo Ren or Justice like Hux?

Snapping out of her thoughts as the tall man spoke, his voice filtering through his mask making it seem distorted and unnatural. His whole appearance seemed distorted in its own way, he was distant and she noticed that he wore his own armor. It was something she understood if nothing else about Ren. Unlike Hux, he seemed to keep a distance of his own self, whereas Hux declared himself in front of all.

But Kylo was weak. Weaker than Hux was. She saw it clearly. His recklessness gave him a sharp dangerous end but through it all, deep down the the bottom of it he was full of weaknesses. No matter how much he tried to keep it hidden, to prove everyone wrong. It was evident even with that mask protecting his “vulnerable image.”

Her lip raised in an almost snarl as she tore her conscious attention away from the thoughts of downgrading the same Sith in the room. She didn’t know much about the force but she knew that they could sense thought. Was she disciplined enough that those thoughts would not betray her?

Again, she shoved the thoughts away. Her focus on Hux waiting for the meeting to start and her next orders to be given. Her random intrigues would have to wait. When the Sith neared where she stood, she saluted out of habit and caught the glare from Hux and his dismissal of her actions. She lowered her saluted stance her gaze switching from Sith to General.