#chromecaptain

       He’d hardly left her side since the incident. The warmth of her hand was missed but he knew it wasn’t his place. Struggling with that alone must have made her disappointed in him. A defective soldier, this is who she got stuck with.

        He focused on her with her question, snapping him out of evaluating his worth. Brows pulled and knit closer together in thought. Gain? What kind of a question was that?

       “Nothing, Captain.” He answered sharper, but this time there was no alternator to change his tone. “I have everything I need right now.” Just knowing she was alive was enough, even if being away from her was unbearable. That was not her problem and if he was wise he would act like it wasn’t his either.

It looks great!!

He had felt her. It was coming down all around them, everything they’d known and fought for. Everything was burning, cracking and falling apart. He gripped her, dragging her weight with him toward the escape pod. There was no way he was leaving her here. Her fingers curled into him and solidified his resolve. The pod was so close.

Another crack and he felt himself sliding backward with her. The ship was falling apart. The tilt of the floor inclined dramatically, sweeping him and her from any stability on the ground. His back hit the pod hard with her in his arms. He reached for the console to open the door and rolled into it with her. Another rough hit. Running off of pure adrenaline he managed to reach up to the now vertical console and shut the pod. With a rough pull of the release latch they shot off away from the fiery death that was their home.

The pod stabilized after leaving the ship and got them upright. He caught her arms and allowed her to rest where she was. She didn’t look good. He removed her helmet and saw the blood on her lips, in her lungs, not good. The troopers chest ached. His hand cupped her face and he brought his forehead to hers. “Stay with me. Stay with me please…Just hold on.”

Letting go of her he fumbled for a standard medkit in the pod. Probably not nearly what he needed but it was better than nothing. Next he worked on getting her armor off piece by piece. FN-2437 assessed the damage once she was cleared of her armor and got to work in the ways he knew how. He propped her up to help her breathe. She needed a meddriod but they were far away from that at the moment. Making sure she was braced he set her arm. It was broken in several places, he did the best he could with what he had. When he was satisfied with her arm he moved to her leg, making sure she could still breathe through it. When he was certain he had everything straightened at least he collapsed beside her.

          “ captain. what is the report? ” his eyes flicker, honeyed dark hues fixing on a chrome clad woman, watching her. it’s a silent day, for the most part. no disturbances, nothing to push and pull him. for once... he feels peaceful.

INCOMING : ❝  are  you  trying  to  call  on  the  force  ?  ❞ SIGNALS FROM : PHASMA ( @chromecaptain​​​ )

star wars: duel of fates starters ( ACCEPTING )

                                  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓,  the  vocal  cords  that  line  his  throat  tightening  with  each  passing  second  of  silence  between  them.  His  arm  that  had  been  extend,  fingers  jutting  out,  slowly  deceased  with  his  knees  as  he  attempts  to  mask  his  embarrassing  feat  by  shifting  his  goals.  Hux  doesn’t  dare  break  eye  contact  with  her.   Not  even  when  Millicent,   the  perfect  flerken  she  is,  strengths  his  case  by  rubbing  the  top  of  her  head  against  his  fingertips. 

        @chromecaptain said: ❛ Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. ❜

Does he need to spar with Phasma and work out his feelings? XD

i wish