PHASMA X REY

TR-8R

A communication message connects to TR-8R directly. The person on the other side of the radio link states the following.

"TR-8R, the commander wishes to speak to you directly. Make yourself available, immediately."

He notifies his fellow members at his command that he will be speaking to there superior. They all are a bit tired and know that since hearing nothing from Captain Phasma that she must have had about as much luck as the rest of the crew.

The fact that they haven't found any evidence of the deserter or escaped prisoner is a bit depressing. But to let a little BB8 unit escape the clutches of the First Order, that angers him on a whole other level.

"If I was in command, none of this would have ever happened. That traitor would have been put to death the moment he didn't pull the trigger. What kind of a coward is he? Joining the terrorist rebel forces." He thinks all this to himself as he walks off into the shadows, away from any view of the others. Not wanting to distract the rest of them from their duty.

Having only half an hour left to search the rest of this ship, he knows that the First Order contacting him right now is most likely to hear a report. They are going to be called back. But, why would they contact him and not Phasma? Has something happened? Did she say something about them that calls for the First Order to contact them directly?

He holds the worry within his body, his mind as clear and focused as it possibly could be. Why should he even bother to have any fear, they did the job asked of them. Nothing is going to stop him from giving a report.

The hologram turns on showing him General Hux, TR-8R salutes to him,

"Sir, we have had no luck in finding the escaped prisoner or the traitor. Unfortunately, we haven't had any luck in locating a trail of the BB8 unit either."

General Hux looks down and shakes his head a bit in disappointment.

"I had hoped you might have some good news for me. But it would appear that we have even more bad news to report to the higher-ups."

TR-8R is stunned by what he is hearing. More bad news? What could possibly be worse than what he has just reported? Could it be something to do with the rebels? Is Captain Phasma alright?

"Sir?"

The Commander looks back up at TR-8R and pauses for a moment contemplating on his performance thus far. He has always been successful in his missions. Always performing to his top physical and mental abilities. Never wavering in his missions. His loyalty knows no bounds. And the only thing that makes him appear equal to his fellow brothers in arms, is his uniform.

"TR-8R, tell me. How many missions have you been sent on?"

He smirks a little anticipating a high number from the Stormtrooper. Commander Hux has, at times, hear of this trooper. Most commanders have at the least heard of his bravery. The fact that he is a bit stronger physically than normal humans. Or perhaps it might have something to do with the rage or honor inside his heart.

"I'm sorry sir, but I don't keep count of my missions. I only focus on the job at hand."

A perfect answer. Clearly, his view of where he stands in the First Order is, without question, exceptional. Why bolster yourself when he can let your work speak for him.

The thought of what Captain Phasma would have said crosses his mind. She most likely holds a count of kills in her head. Or at the least, how many times she has seen combat.

"Alright Soldier. Congratulations, You are the new Captain, replacing Phasma from here on out."

A deep shock of surprise courses down his spine and through his body. He nearly gasps from the sudden emotional impact. Taking a gulp and being thankful he decided to keep his helmet on for this call, he holds back his words allowing Commander Hux to finish the promotion process.

"We have tried to contact EX Captain Phasma several times. And a few hours ago we lost communications with her. Shortly after that, we lost the tracking signal on her as well. Indicating that she must have run into some sort of trouble and is no longer with us. Or has been taken, prisoner."

Commander Hux folds his arms and grins a little bit. He knows that new Captains always do there best to show loyalty. And TR-8R is most likely going to perform at 100% for the rest of the foreseeable future.

"Bring your troops back to the ship. And get ready for your new position. Plans have changed."

TR-8R nods and salutes. The hologram vanishes, leaving him to stand there for a moment but accepting his new position. But still a total shock about the one person he looked up to. The one woman he loved.

"Captain Phasma. You can't be dead. You trained me. Watched me. Helped me. You're too good a fighter to have been taken, prisoner. No way can you be dead. No way. I don't accept it. I will find you, Captain. I'll redeem you in the eyes of the First Order. One day. I promise you this. Promise."