It wasn't like she could do something for herself. She needed the First Order. It would give her the closest thing to a future she'd ever had... (Besides, where would she go if she defected?) But sacrifices had always walked alongside her. What she had never cogitated was sacrificing herself. Finally, Phasma passed by the quiet protocol droid and slid the door closed and saw herself in a room that was bigger than the whole Nautilus, but with straight forms, and art, those objects on the walls and corners that were everywhere in Arratu. But those were more subtle, in a way she still couldn't understand. The whole quarter had a refined aura. Even Brendol Hux, seated in a black armchair, close to a bed with greyish sheets. Dark, too. The General looked at her. "Punctual as always. I like that." he said. ~~ Warrior, by RecklessDarkness. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14918837
