"Well, we need to decide what's happening on the Absolution. Not only with the security breach, but who will take the red idiots place."

Perhaps she needs a hard sparring session.

It's not a long walk to the training room, she could have it empty within minutes.

Of course. She'll be waiting, warm up the droids for them.

Beating the shit out of battle droids isn't as satisfying as fighting with another warrior, but she supposes it will do while she waits.

When you train so much, you learn their programming. The taste of blood is the only way to know you've got a good match.

Literally. Quite literally. She won't get mad if her lip ends up split.

[MESSAGE TO sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ.] I've killed all the droids, you'll have to fight the boss. - Phasma

// sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. 👀😏

Everything is burning. The ship, the troopers, Phasma. She can see the ash follow her as she drops through the floor, FN-2187 growing smaller and smaller as she plummets to her death. Except, Captain Phasma doesn't fucking die.

If there's one thing that Phasma is? It's a survivor. She's got too much unstoppable power to go down this easily. Her fall is broken by her arm lashing out, grabbing onto the first piece of shattered ship she can, and her free hand activates her comm link as she >

balances her life on a stretch of metal. "Sév. I need you to evacuate if you haven't started already. Once everyone's out, send a TIE over to where Sanitation Bay 12 used to be. The ship is going down. Copy?" [sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ.]

Wonders vaguely if there'll still be training sessions with the First Order's new Supreme Leader. She's not sure anyone else on the ship is on the same level as her fights with Ren.

Excellent. It'll bring her great pleasure knowing she can still occasionally kick him on his arse and not get executed.

She'd have to agree, there's a lesson to be learned from each bruise they give one another. Getting knocked down reminds her she /can/ get knocked down.

//- Stayed up til 3AM reading Reysma fics... sleep deprived but worth it 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ʀᴇʏ.] Even through the ventilators of her helmet, Phasma could smell blood. The battlefield was littered with white and orange, the bloodied remains of her troopers and the fallen foes of the Resistance. It had been an evenly matched battle, and Phasma finally >>

ʀᴇʏ. < had her orders to push through their line of defence. The objective was to decimate their ground forces while they had the chance, and the First Order would have them in a corner soon. >>

< She shouted for her squadron to move, but their line was growing further and further apart. She couldn't even see half her troopers. Hopefully this wouldn't mean their defeat.