sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⤷ ♔ ;⠀❛ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ. ❜

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

༚࿐࿒ “ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ sʜᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ.”

→┊ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ's sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ — ғɪʀsᴛ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ.
→┊ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ғʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ.
→┊ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

→┊ʀᴛ?

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — her uneasy. “My squadron, as always, is at your disposal as and when you need them, ma'am.”

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — behind her eyes. It's a high honour, that much she can acknowledge, even if General Hux himself made —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — expressions can be read as easily as a magnified datapad.

Surprise, awe, delight. It's all there, sparking right —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas With her hair scraped back, and helmet gone, Sév forgets, momentarily, that her —

[ᴘᴏᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ. @rebeIspark]

༚࿐࿒ “sᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ғɪʀsᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ғɪʀsᴛ? ɪ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ғɪʀsᴛ?”

→┊sᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀs — ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ.
→┊ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ғʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ.
→┊ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

→┊ʀᴛ?

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — dedicated to the cause than ever. Personally, I’ve been quite impressed with the strides they’ve made.”

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — training. The loss of half their squadron at Starkiller didn’t have the effect on morale that I expected - if anything, they’re more —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — the controlled raids she’s operated in the outer rim. “My troops are responding well to the advanced —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — ponytail at the back of her head. She’s worked hard, as have her troops, and the effort has been very much self reflective in —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas For a split second, a look of pride flits across Séverine’s features as she sweeps her hair up into a neat —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — into the mat, and rolling out a lingering stiffness in her shoulder, Sév flashes Phasma a brief smile.

“Ma'am.”

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — neatly to one side. She can fight in it fine. But prefers the freedom the bodysuit beneath it lends.

Her feet sink —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — leadership such as herself.

Piece by piece, she unclips the armour cladding her body and stacks it —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — suffered badly in the past few weeks, and she can't begin to imagine the stress that would put upon members of the —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — two - it doesn't surprise her to see Phasma already there, giving one of the training bags hell.

The First Order has —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas — anticipation. Keying in the code to the training room with a steady hand, Séverine enters just a few minutes before —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas It's been a fair while since she's fought with anyone above her rank, and she's filled with a nervous —

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

||: Phasma taking her helmet off in front of Sév

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas ||: d o n t

Sév would stay.

If Phasma wanted her there no-one would be able to make her leave.

[sᴇ́ᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʟᴇʜɴᴇ. @ArmoredDoll]

@CptnPhas [ REPLY: Phasma ]:

My lips are sealed.

I look forward to a real challenge.

— Séverine.