Captain Phasma held her blaster as she coursed the corridors in Starkiller Base. She glanced around, passing by each training room as she watched each Stormtrooper train.

She then passed by a supply closet, hearing some clacking. She raised a brow under her silver helmet as she opened it, spotting you.

“Well well well..”

She muttered, her voice muffled from her helmet. She tilted her voice ever so slightly. Her voice was deep and stern.

“Subordinate, what are you doing here?”