Character Oneshots!

Cursive Part 2 (S???)

Captain,

Following the inspection, I am pleased to say all is well in your sector. It has been a while since I've seen such a well oiled machine. As for feedback, I suggest it should be done in person.

Force weilder Y/L/N

It had been a while since you had needed to use cursive, however, it's form and elegance rivaled that of the Captain themself.

You stepped out of the room, and down the corridor.

"You!"

A trooper turned, jogged down the corridor and saluted.

"General."

"Take this to Captain Phasma directly, and do not delay, it is of the utmost priority that she received this information."

The trooper saluted once more, taking the paper, and bolted down the corridor at top speed, not willing to piss any of the higher ups off.

You went about your day, observing, critiquing and giving feedback. You'd managed to get one out of the three sector managers fired for incompetence, and were feeling good.

You arrived back at your quarters promptly, and entered briskly, only for everything to stand still.

There was another note.

Force weilder Y/L/N, huh?

Meet me this evening outside the barracks. I am training the troops till late. I should emerge at around 3/4th of a rotation. We shall confer over food.

Captain.

You looked on the nearest device and deduced that leaving now would mean you'd make it on time. Intrigued as to who is under the mask, you left almost as quickly as you arrived.

As you walked, your presences filled the corridors, and the troopers that passed you gave the usual wide birth. You enjoyed it, it invigorated you.

As your turned the corner towards the barracks, Captain Phasma was just leaving, and spotted you. The Captain turned, watching you walk down the corridor to them.

You stuck your hand out in greeting. They grasped it firmly, giving a good shake, and silently confirming their strength.

You fell into step next to the captain, following them towards the way you came, only to walk past your apartment and continue walking towards the end of the corridor. Captain Phasma allowed you both into the room, only to discover it was a personalised canteen, or rather a kitchen.

"Nice," you commented quietly, looking around the room.

"Have a seat," Captain Phasma said, pointing to one of the bar stools at the island. You watched as they turned, beginning to cook, watching them move gracefully, even in the armour.

It was a strange sight. This tall, armoured figure, chopping, cooking, seasoning food, all so gently. This is a different side to Phasma completely. You stared at them, relaxed and curious. After about half an hour of this comfortable silence, in which only the sound of cooking was heard, the food was served on two plates. Another rarity, as you had lived on protine packs and rations for however long.

"Thank you," you said, watching as the captain took a seat opposite you.

"No problem," they said, looking at you briefly. "No one can know." They said it, and you were about to ask what, but then they removed their helmet, flattening and smoothing down helmet hair.

"Of course," you said, now looking directly into her eyes. Her face was nothing like you expected, hell, you expected a man over anything else, but you certainly didn't complain.