Chain Reaction

Prologue

Paige

It was dismal and cold inside her quarters in this ship, she sat on her small bed staring at the file that stormtrooper had given her the day she awoke. It clearly stated she was Project 5163. An experiment of the First Order. Nothing more. She was created, no different than the other droids.

The steel table the file was sitting on creaked as she closed her fist. One table leg crumpled in itself. She was force sensitive, and it seemed she was given some sort of a booster. For she didn't have any training but could manipulate the force and people too with hardly any background of her abilities.

She unclenched her fist and laid back down on the bed, her hands under head, she stared up at the ceiling. The fluorescent light was bright but not enough to blind her. She blinked and decided to play with it.

The light went on, then off. On, then off. On. Off. It wouldn't break, she hoped.

Her door opened and shut and she heard footsteps marching in her room, but she did not bother to sit up and look at whoever was there.

"Have we reached Jakku yet?" she asked, lazily.

"Not yet, is something wrong with yout light?"

The familiar voice of that stormtrooper FN-2187 echoed. She sat up and stopped playing with the light, leaving it on.

"It's fine." she said.

"How long until we reach the planet?" she asked again, feeling antsy. The only time she was allowed out of her room was if she was needed outside. And that rarely happened unless the General was having trouble with a planet.

"We're nearly there. And about that, Captain Phasma needs you."

Her eyes drifted from her file towards the stormtrooper. Finally, a way out of this room.

"Let's go."

Paige hopped off the bed and hopped towards the stormtrooper's side. FN-2187 nodded and marched off outside the room, sliding a card through the lock.

When they got out, Paige saw that they weren't that busy as they were on the previous planets. Not preparing the stormtroopers or briefing the officials like before. What was wrong with Jakku? The General told her it would be a difficult planet to conquer, then why were the people here not preparing for it?

FN-2187 stopped in front of the meeting room and stood aside as the doors slid open. Paige nodded at him and walked inside.

Captain Phasma was seated at the side of the table. There was no one else. Paige stalked towards the head of the table and sat down on the chair the General usually seated himself on during meetings, she propped her feet up on the table, swinging the chair side to side with her hips playfully. The Captain remained unfazed.

"Where's the General?" Paige asked.

"He will arrive shortly--"

Phasma was cut off as the doors slid open once again and General Hux walked in. His eyes wandered towards where Paige was seated on and scowled.

"Put your feet down." He ordered.

Paige rolled her eyes and sat properly.

"And get out of my chair." He walked towards her, his boots makings noises on the floor. Paige contemplated on whether or not to lift her hand and make him freeze where he stood. But, shrugged it off and stood, walking towards where Phasma was, she pulled up a chair and turned it backwards, she sat down, resting her arms on top of the chair's back.

"We've received orders from Supreme Leader Snoke."

The Captain and the project sat straighter at the mention of their Supreme Leader.