OOC: I’m having no muse for my Star Wars muses these days. All I wanted was to extend my hiatus, but I’m really afraid people will probably forget about me and won’t want to roleplay with me again… D:

hiatus warning

I’ll be in a short hiatus until june 26th. After that, I’ll come back to how I am right now: I’ll be working on drafts from thursday to saturday and everything will be queued to be posted during the week.

Phux 💕

OOC: Not sure if I said it yet, but: I’m doing my drafts from thursday to sunday every week. And they’re being queued. You can still yell at me here or at @itsmekickingyourass (I have two more blogs, but they’re sideblogs to this one, so it doesn’t matter, you can talk to me there). Or just ask my KIK via IM or ask. 

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  He dismisses the audience. If there was something he was to do for her, it was get the audience out. Make her not feel so ashamed. Sure, it was quite evident already… but EVERYONE who remained did not have to know about Phasma’s mishap. He was the General, after all, so he was a MUST TELL when it came to these things. Clearing his throat towards Phasma, Cuinn tucks his hands behind his back and he listens to Phasma speak. Listens to her speak (and question) about what she should tell. This leaves him silent, but he is quick to extract the thought and continue on with his words. “From when you were in the trash compactor. I am aware that you have already surrendered around that part.” Cuinn sighs, waving a hand around as they are alone now. It was the least he can do. Since the soft side of him was expressing itself.

Grabbing the nearest seats, he gestures for Phasma to sit down. Let herself relax, and let her legs relax, too. Inhaling, Cuinn proceeds to cross a leg over the other, his posture straightened as he had been taught from a young age. Ready to listen to what she had to say. It was something that he was taught; look professional when someone is speaking to you. Not like you don’t want to hear anything. One of the things his father told him that he ACTUALLY followed. Like the training regime that Phasma was familiar with.

“Describe, in full detail, about how FN2187 treated you. I wish to know if you believe he is able to be captured and taken back. Tortured, perhaps.” Pausing, he looks to the ground, then looks back up to Phasma as he awaits her to start her story. “It seems that his nonconformity did not want to unleash until AFTER. Hm? Rather intereting. Makes me wonder how long he has considered this.”

     She could say for sure that felt grateful to the General for dismissing the audience. All she didn’t want was to be ashamed of what happened in front of everyone. One thing was to be alone with him, her superior, the other was being surrounded by officers in ranks even beneath hers. It would make things even worse that it already was. Of course, she would never ASK such thing, but was still grateful for his attitude. “Thank you, Sir.”, the Captain said; she felt there was no need to put in words all the motives she had to be grateful; as she was clearly bothered by the presence of others. Even when she was giving her best to avoid her feelings to transpire. Considering how distressed she was; it felt hard to do it.

     The blonde nodded before sitting down; the helmet under her arm going to lay over her lap. She sighed, there wasn’t much to be said regarding that situation. Phasma lowered her look to her own helmet -- it was as filthy as it could be, she thought -- before looking to him again. “I escaped as soon as I could -- I’m just... I’m almost sure it would need repair.”, in some way, she basically punched her way out of there; she needed to. And probably had broken something in her way OUT of there. Not that it mattered now that the base didn’t exist anymore.

         What could she say about the way she was treated? Disrespectful, in some way, but at that point, she may believe that any kind of betrayal was disrespectful just for being what it was. “He can’t be brought back; not as anything but the traitor he is. I can’t see any use to him but leverage.”

Ok, I feel really stupid… I had no idea Starkiller was mobile?? This is a huge detail I somehow missed?

/facepalm

Reblog if your Muse has a kill count of 5+

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    His eyes stay on Phasma, watching her. He knows that the comment about her smell bothered her. But hey, this was Hux we were talking about here. If you had a booger hanging out of your nose, he’d probably tell you that you looked disgusting. If you spilled something on yourself accidentally, he’d call you clumsy and a waste of space. The man was not nice, that much was obvious.

“That is true that I am more than self-aware of what has occurred.” As in, he knew that the other was trashed from the beginning of when they invaded. Giving up her position and letting herself get sucked through the trash compactor. He was disappointed, he had to say. Phasma had A LOT going for her, and it was all tossed away due to the fact that she had surrendered. There was a part of him that initially wanted to speak to Phasma in private and ask her if she was okay. Blame that schoolboy crush he had. Another part wanted to scold Phasma. Tell her that what she did was pitiful and wrong. As he was sort of doing the second one now, he was also not giving her a full effect as he could. 

Clearing his throat, his nose scrunches. But it falls when he steps closer to her. “But I want your details. Be it in your report or even in your own words from your lips. Those that you are ashamed of saying shall be said to me in person. Understand? I want them in writing for the future.” So basically – he wanted it in person, and to have it in writing for the records.

     There was never a surprise in her to the fact that he didn’t care to say it on her face. Nor she felt any anger toward him for doing it, she indeed prefered his honesty to the blatant lies some may say. Phasma was only angry with herself, ashamed of herself and that has nothing to do with the way he just stated the truth. Those were feelings that were already there, he only reminded her of her shame.

     Honestly, she didn’t want to talk about that at all. Of course she would have to do whatever was that he wanted her to. He was her superior after all and she respected that. If he even wanted her expelled for what happened, he was in his right to do it. As much as she didn’t want to leave the First Order, at the current moment, she was nothing more than a disgrace for them. She sighed. The woman needed to be prepared for anything at all and was still getting used to the idea. Not that she wasn’t before, but she had a brilliant ascension inside the Order; she was the best and was never really put in a situation like that, where she could fear even the worst. The blonde glanced at the others in the room. Having an audience was just was she needed to make the situation even worse, she thought.

     She deep breathed and looked away from him for some seconds, ashamed in her own guilt of letting that happened. As she looked back to him, she wondered if he already decided what to do with her or that was still to be decided. “Where do you want me to start, Sir? When I was surrendered by FN-2187 or the part when they threw me in the trash compactor?”, her voice was full of an anger she didn’t bother to hide, unlike her shame.

☆ Star Wars Character Inspiration ☆- Captain Phasma

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Star Wars + The First Order (The Force Awakens)

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  In his moment of seeing Phasma, his pace is picking up as he is walking towards her. A mix of emotions playing through him; anger, disappointment, and slight worry. As he nears Phasma, his nose scrunches and he is lifting a hand to his nose. Letting out a scoff as his gloved hand stays before his face. “You smell like you a took a shot in your own suit. Or did you encounter a Bantha on your way down the compactor and dare to bathe in its blood?" 

His eyes are locked on Phasma as he grimaces. While he reacts (his hand is behind his back now), he straightens his posture. Eyes narrowed to her as he keeps grimacing. He.. was not serious. He knows why she smells - he was simply upset. Angered at what has gone on. Ren was down and Phasma had given herself up – it was IRRITATING. They were weak!

“A setback?” He practically sneers at the second word. Disgusted with it. They had dealt with enough setbacks with their time in the First Order. Did they really need to deal with it again? Ugh. Furrowing his brows, he glares to Phasma and he taps a foot on the ground. Not overly pleased with the words. But he has to hear good and bad news, so.. “What is it, Phasma? Do tell.”

     Of course he would be the only one to remind her the way she was smelling. Both her troopers as the lower officials were too busy being afraid of her reaction if they dared to say anything about the smell of the Captain, to actually say anything. But what could she do if someone said anything? Throw THEM in the trash compactor as well? No -- there was more important things to do than to be angry with the ones that weren’t even guilty for her disgrace & failure.

     Phasma was the one to be blamed, if she couldn’t even see a traitor amidst her troops for enough time for him to betray the First Order her and escape with a prisoner. And even after that, SURVIVE to come back for one more stab in her back. She couldn’t be more disappointed with herself. She was always proud of her work to end like that.

     Of course he already knew what happened. Try to be stuck with hundreds of people in the same place; for sure someone already told him everything after seeing her get out of the trash compactor. “With all due respect, Sir. I’m sure you already know what happened and I prefer things to remain unsaid when there’s no need for saying them out loud. You will, although, have my report, as always.”

First Order party.

Where there is mingling, drinking, networking and NO!!! Ren! NO MURDER OF ANY SORT!!

Balmain!

Yes it it!! That collection was amazing!

SW Regency AU Captain Phasma

Previously on Regency AU: Finn and Poe | Kylo | Rey | Hux